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Truly, nothing is scarier than... the potty monster! The slow burn humiliation is one of my favorite parts of this one ^^ That sounds mortifying - I'll be happy to live the experience through vicarious enjoyment of fiction, thank you very much! That'd just be cruel! ... Day 9 “V?” Vanessa blinked awake, bleary eyed and thoughts still thick from dreamland. “Huh?” “V!” The voice came from outside her room, echoing across the hall. Vanessa sat up, wiping at her eyes to clear away sleepiness. She hadn’t set her alarm–she was off work that morning and typically slept in late when she could–so the early awakening surprised her. “Vanessa! Help!” That, she couldn’t ignore. Toppling out of bed, Vanessa scrambled to her roommate’s rescue. Throwing open the door to Nicole’s nursery, she saw her friend on the verge of tears. Her best friend’s diaper clearly needed changing from how it drooped and the smell that saturated her room, but it didn’t seem like that was the source of her distress–she was holding onto the bars of her crib like a prisoner begging for release. “What’s wrong, Nic?” Vanessa asked, walking over. “What changed?” “I can’t–” Nicole sniffed, wiping at her sniffling nose with her arm. A little snot came away, she didn’t seem to notice. “I can’ get da bars open, the latch is stuck. I’m trapped!” Vanessa stepped back, reaching out and pressing the latch. The crib opened normally, side gate swinging out so Nicole could leave. “It–nothing happened,” she said. “The latch works fine.” “It didn’t!” Nicole snapped, her teary eyes turning a little more red. “It wouldn’–why didn’ it work for me?” “You were probably just stressed and fumbling,” Vanessa said, excusing the issue for the moment. “Do you need help getting ready for work?” “No.” Nicole shook her head, looking rattled from the brief captivity. “I can’ do it myself. I wan’a do it myself.” With her roommate’s lisp, Vanessa wasn’t sure if Nicole had really said, ‘I can’, or if she’d actually admitted the truth–’I can’t’. Either way, she shrugged, she wasn’t going to argue with Nicole while she was this flustered. “Ok. Let me know if you change your mind.” Turning, she walked out of the room, pausing to glance at the new doodle on the chart. Storm clouds, day and night. No surprise there, Nicole’s potty training was long gone at this point. Below them, though, was a doodle of Nicole–sitting in a diaper, smudged and dirty, stink lines wafting off her. She was holding a square block in her hand, looking at a box with several differently-shaped holes, as though uncertain what she was supposed to do next–and to really emphasize things, a big question mark floated over her head. Vanessa didn’t try to guess what that meant. She thought she already knew. … Eighteen minutes. The bus schedule worked out in such a way that, if Nicole missed her bus, she would be eighteen minutes late. It’d only ever happened once before, in the whole time she’d been employed at her job. Or, twice now, because even changing her diaper as quickly as possible, slapping down the tapes and rushing out the door without even eating breakfast, she’d still missed her bus. Being stuck in her crib had cost her too much time, and there just wasn’t a fast way to clean up a poopy diaper. She’d made it in, though, and made it to her desk. She’d make it through another day. If anyone asked, it’d just been a rough night and she overslept, no need to explain that she’d been late because she had to change her diaper after being stuck inside her crib. (But nobody will notice. Right?) Nicole told herself that lie through the morning work, handling problems that’d come up overnight and generally keeping herself busy. As long as she had a job to do, she didn’t need to think about what was happening to her…even if she kept making typos and had to refill her coffee three times because she kept knocking it over–at least she had that one solace, caffeine, to keep her going when it felt overwhelming. Just after lunch, her facade shattered. She didn’t even make it back to her desk before her boss intercepted her, speaking five words that sent Nicole’s anxiety into a spiral. “See me in my office.” Nicole followed, she had no good excuse to delay. Jean shut the door behind her, walking over to her desk. Uncertain and afraid, Nicole just stood there. “We need to talk about your performance,” Jean said. “Nicole–I’ll be frank. Your work has been slipping horribly. You’re distracted, you came in late today, you’re clearly avoiding letting anyone see you while you work, and–” Her nose wrinkled, and she paused. Nicole flushed pink, raising her hands to cover her mouth. “Nicole…” Jean said, shaking her head in a gesture resembling maternal disappointment. “Please tell me you didn’t forget to change your diaper during your lunch break.” (No,) Nicole thought. (No, no, no…) “I’m not wearin’ diapees!” she exclaimed, shaking her head in mortified terror, as though the lie would hide anything. A moment later, a worse realization struck her–she’d just called them, ‘Diapees’ in front of her boss. (Nononono–) “I don’t have any issue with whatever medical condition you’re dealing with,” Jean said. “Incontinence isn’t something that I would judge you for, and neither is a lisp–and please don’t feel the need to lie. Once I realized you weren’t sneaking off to the bathroom to use your phone, that cleared a lot up for me. I had hoped that installing the changing table and bin in the women’s room would be helpful for you, too, and show that we didn’t have any issues with your new needs.” Face turning redder and redder, Nicole’s worldview collapsed. She hadn’t been stealthy at all–everyone had known. Jean had known. They’d just been too polite to say anything. “But,” Jean continued. “I expect basic hygiene from my employees. A medical condition doesn’t excuse you from being a nuisance and distraction around the office.” Nicole shook her head, taking a step back. (They all–they all know.) “And I have a functioning nose–You had already soiled yourself by eleven this morning, when I came by to get your TPS reports, and I can tell you still haven’t bothered to get changed. I don’t believe for one second that you didn’t notice, and that is unacceptable.” Her tone wasn’t cruel or mocking–Jean spoke professionally, not trying to belittle Nicole at all. It was a simple statement of fact; Nicole was too helpless to be treated as an adult. Because Jean was wrong about one thing: Nicole genuinely, truly hadn’t noticed her accident. “I–” she stammered. “I’ll–I’m going to go get changies.” “Do that,” Jean said, “and then go home for the day. I expect better from you tomorrow.” Nicole’s whole body was shaking as she staggered into the bathroom. She got herself changed–barely. The tapes didn’t seem to stick right, and even after using a dozen wipes, she still never felt clean. It was all she could do before wandering outside, trembling, to wait for a bus ride to get home. … Vanessa came home to find her roommate on the couch. She’d only been out for a few hours, and hadn’t expected Nicole home until well after five, which told her a few things. She’d been sent home, or she’d left early, or she’d been fired. Either way, Nicole was having a bad day. “You okay?” Vanessa asked, walking over to sit by her friend. “They know,” Nicole said. Vanessa swallowed, though she could guess. “Who?” Nicole wiped her nose, and just like that morning, didn’t seem aware of the mess she was making of herself. “Everyone. Heck, they know more than I do–I…I…I made poo–” Catching herself, she focused on her words, trying to phrase things in a dignified way. “I used my diaper for number two, and I didn’t even notice. For hours. I had lunch in the break room around everyone.” “Oh…” Vanessa said, reaching down to give Nicole’s hand a squeeze. “Hey, Nicole. Come here, it’s okay, I’m here, I can...” She felt wetness. Glancing down, she saw that Nicole’s jeans had identical crescent-shaped wet stains on them, as well as a few trickles that ran deeply down the denim. Nicole’s gaze followed V’s, and when she saw the leaks, her eyes went huge. “Oh no–” Nicole leapt to her feet, reaching down, struggling with the button. It was as though if she got the pants off, it would somehow reset time and prevent the leak from having ever happened. In her panic and uncertainty, though, the button wouldn’t budge. She fumbled, fingers slipping over it, growing more and more desperate by the second. “Nicole, shhh,” Vanessa said, standing and reaching to touch Nicole’s hand again. “Please, let me help?” Nicole sniffed, but nodded, pulling her hands away. Vanessa undid the button, pulled the zip, and slipped Nicole’s jeans away, revealing the diaper beneath. She’d expected to see something sodden and soaked, but in fact it was pretty dry–the shapes on the front had distorted a little, but weren’t faded. The leak hadn’t come from overuse, but from bad application–the tapes on one side were all crooked, and on the other, one hadn’t been stuck down at all. “Nicole,” Vanessa said, quietly. “You put this on all wrong, it’s not going to help like this.” Sniffling, her tears threatening to turn into a full sob, Nicole said, “I know. I know, and I can’t…” “Do you want me to help you?” Vanessa asked, squeezing her friend’s hand. Nicole nodded. Pulling her hand, Vanessa led her friend to the nursery. She didn’t try to speed things along, only offering gentle guidance and support. She didn’t want to make this feel weird, or condescending–she was just offering comfort to a friend. Sliding her hands under Nicole’s armpits, Vanessa gave her friend a boost and got her up onto the changing table, where she laid back, making her diaper accessible. “I think we can still use this diaper,” Vanessa said. “It’s barely damp.” Nicole nodded, while Vanessa undid the tapes, looking for what she suspected to find. Sure enough–Nicole’s bottom was dirty. Not filthy from an accident, but she looked like she hadn’t really wiped up during her last change, she was in desperate need of a good cleaning. So, Nicole took wipes from the warmer and got to work. She started on the upper thighs, gently working her way down, doing her best so that her sweet friend wouldn’t get a rash or just feel gross down there. Nicole crossed her arms over her chest, cheeks puffed out in resigned embarrassment. Noticing a bit of redness, Vanessa paused. “Hey, Nic? It looks like you’re starting to get a rash. Is it OK if I put some cream on you to help with that?” Hesitating, Nicole thought about it, seemingly reassured by Vanessa’s simple question. She’d asked, because no matter what was happening to her, Nicole still deserved to be in charge of her body. “Yes…yes, pwease,” she mumbled, nodding. Vanessa smiled, reaching for the cream. “Of course.” She rubbed it in tenderly, and finished it off with a sprinkle of baby powder to keep everything dry and irritation-free. “Thanks, V,” Nicole said, slowly, forming her words carefully. “I’m so glad you’re here.” “Me too,” Vanessa said, taping the diaper back up. “Me too.” ... Support the author, if you want to, even though I post most of my work for free! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

I'm repeating something I said on this string ages ago, but, I've been sleeping with pacifiers religiously for more than 4 years now, and I have no dental issues, no tooth movement, etc. The key is to find one that is the right size - if it's putting pressure on your front teeth and you start to feel them aching a bit in the morning, they're going to move eventually. Toddler pacifiers push against my teeth while I sleep, whereas the "size 6" adult pacifiers from Rearz are perfect for me. Their "size 10" Fixx pacifier, on the other hand, is huge - it's too big, I feel like I'm choking on it. Also, they're $25 - $50 each, and the size 6 ones are $5... and, you want to have a bunch of them in stock and rotate them and clean them frequently, so, cheaper is better, in my opinion.

THE DIAPERED NURSE Vickie's eyelids fluttered as she slowly came awake. A deep wave of contentment washed over her as she realized that Ian was still cradled in her arm, his mouth slightly agape and still mere inches from her nipple. It had gone soft during the night, but she sensed that it was rapidly hardening, her body fighting to override her brain, wanting her baby once again to latch on. Sensations that she had never experienced before were coursing through her body. Her brain was telling her that what she was feeling was mere chemistry, endorphins flooding her nervous system. Asserting itself, her brain was coldly reminding Vickie that she was the hive queen, and that over the years she had awakened to find many a man sharing her bed, a predator's prey. Her body wasn't having it. Her body simply wasn't interested in the rationalized gibberish that her brain was pumping out. It had taken on a life of its own, and it was ordering her not only to embrace her feelings but to revel in them. And she was not about to disagree. Running a fingernail gently along his cheek, Vickie shifted her position just enough to position her nipple so that it was grazing Ian's mouth. He was still sleeping, but would millions upon millions of years of instinct take hold? After all these hours, could he still smell the rich milk that perfumed her breast? Ian latched on. His mouth opened wide, trying to engulf the whole of her teat, and he began to suckle in the natural rhythm wired into the DNA of every mammal. Eyes closed, fully embracing the warmth that had taken hold of her body, Vickie was living in the moment, time a concept without meaning. Her brain was instructing her to reinforce the trigger phrase, and her body agreed, but in service of its own agenda. Just as Ian was both an infant child and the man who soon would be her lover, so she must become mother as well as female lover. The trigger needed to work not just for one, but for both. . . . . “What do you think? Should we disturb them?” It was half past eight, and technically Julie Neymar's shift had ended ninety minutes earlier. But in this as in so many other things, the Hotel California marched to the beat of its very own drum. Rita was still asleep on the couch, and Julie was not about to fold up her tent and go home-- not in the middle of a therapeutic gambit that she had last witnessed four years earlier. It was obvious that Ian was deeply responsive to Vickie's suggestions, but there was no sure way to measure the reinforcement required both to lock in the Princess Poopy Pants personality and the trigger. “No,” Marge decided. “Reiko, please warm another four bottles of breast milk, and take them to her … but quietly … very, very quietly.” She hastily scribbled a note for Reiko to hand Vickie along with the milk. HOW IS YOUR DIAPER HOLDING UP? Giving it further thought, she added a second message: REINFORCEMENT AT YOUR DISCRETION. TO END SESSION, POINT CLINCHED FIST AT CAMERA. “Let's give her more time,” Marge announced. “As much as she wants. What I want to know is whether Ian will drink the breast milk without complaint. It's the only way I can think of to get a quick read on the Princess Poopy Pants implant.” . . . . Reiko eased her way into the room. She was barefooted, not wanting to risk the possibility of even the slightest sound awakening Ian. She handed the pad to Vickie, but reached into the crib to deposit the baby bottles on the pillow above Ian's head. SOAKED. BM MINUTES AWAY. NO BIGGIE. Knowing how outraged Marge would be when she observed what her archrival was planning, Vickie cryptically added: POST BA BAS, WILL ATTEMPT TO INSTALL TRIGGER FOR MAJOR/PROF. CLINCHED FIST ENDS SESSION. Waiting until Reiko crept out of the room, Vickie slowly pushed Ian away from her teat. She was delighted to see that he did not want to let go, and equally delighted to discover that he now welcomed his ba ba even in his sleep. When he was finished, as she had done hours before, Vickie rubbed his back, winning another large burp for her efforts. She then slowly removed his mittens, wanting his hands to be free, before unlocking his sleeper, and unzipping it down to his waist. She wanted her hands to be free as well. And throughout, she kept drilling the simple phrase into his brain … “Con cò bé bé; does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” . . . . “We may need to clean the crib with a wet vac,” Reiko noted with a grin. “It looks like their diapers gave up the fight hours ago, and you won't believe how bad Ian stinks. Even by the standards of this ward, whoever gets the short straw deserves danger pay!” “To judge from her note, someone's going to be dealing with two stinkpots, not just one.” Marge handed Vickie's note to Julie, who read it and passed it on. Quiet laughter filled the room, no one wanting to wake Rita, who had had a long night with another long day awaiting. “She looks angelic.” Candy was watching the video feed from room eleven. Vickie was supporting Ian's head in the crook of one arm while holding the baby bottle to his lips. One of his hands was curled into a tight fist, which rested on her shoulder. Her features, clearly visible on the video feed, radiated maternal tenderness. “Con cò bé bé; does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” Over and over again. “She may actually pull this off,” Marge agreed. “And if she does, I'm going to recommend that Sarah and Rita also pull all nighters … give Ian three mommies for the price of one. Long-term, he needs to see all three of them with the same eyes.” “I'm all for it,” Candy blurted out, “but I want to be the one who puts Rita in diapers!” “Sorry,” Marge retorted, “but you'll have to pay for the privilege; it's going up for auction. The only remaining question is whether we restrict bidding to the Hotel California or let every nurse in the hospital in on it. The same thing with Sarah … restrict it to three and seven, or throw it open to all concerned.” “Either way,” Reiko mused, “I think we should let Manny Cepeda take charge. We need to do something to get back in his good graces, and my sources are telling me that he really likes Ian. He was overheard telling one of the higher ups that Ian's the kind of officer that a soldier wants in command when going into battle.” “Was Manny in the service?” Candy was having a hard time imagining Manny Cepeda in uniform. “The Marines … he saw combat in Korea. He's a decorated veteran.” “Only to come home, zip his lip, and not say a word to anyone … another guy hiding behind a wall.” Dealing with combat veterans was far and away the most frustrating part of Marge's job; she well understood why Sarah had fled the VA. “Hey, how did you find out?” “It's something that Vickie taught me,” Reiko smirked. “Wherever you work, make friends with someone who has access to personnel files!” “Hey, guys, check this out,” Julie cut in. On the video feed, Ian had finished his bottles, and Vickie was now rubbing circles on his back. “It looks like she's trying to burp her big baby.” BURP “Aww … he's beyond cute!” At that moment, Candy would have cheerfully exchanged places with Vickie, soaking wet diaper and all. She had nieces and nephews, and had changed many a baby diaper. Caring for babies always caused her maternal juices to flow, and Ian's vulnerabilities were having the same effect. “Now let's see what she has in mind for triggering his adult personality,” Marge interjected. Everybody gathered around to peer over Julie's shoulder and eavesdrop on the drama unfolding in room eleven. Vickie was taking her time removing Ian's mittens, after which she methodically unzipped his sleeper, giving her access to his diaper cover. . . . . “Con cò bé bé; does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” Vickie was speaking in a normal tone of voice for the first time in hours, but when Ian didn't stir, she opted to tickle him instead. Everyone on the staff had tickling patients down to an art form, no matter how they were dressed. With his eyes still tightly shut, Ian began waving his free arm in a vain attempt to ward her off. “Con cò bé bé; does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” Vickie kept at it, wanting Ian not only to wake up but to give her some indication of how he was responding to the trigger. “Wuv mama …” “Mama?” There was hesitation in his voice, clear uncertainty. Coming awake, Ian could not remember where he was or what he had been doing. Instead, he remembered pain-- but at some point it had faded away. The broken place in his mind no longer hurt. “Good morning, Sleepyhead! Does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” “Mama.” Coming fully awake, eyes finally wide open, Ian's face lit with joy. Aunt Vickie was in his crib! Was she his mommy? Was it her beautiful voice, her lullaby, that had filled his dreams? “Mommy's here, Princess, and she loves you sooo much! Does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” Still cradling her big baby, Vickie draped her free arm across his back, hugging him close. “I wuv you, mama … sooo much!” He's fully regressed … close to pre-verbal. But who is he? WHO IS HE? “Does my baby have a name?” Ian frowned, trying to remember, but it was hard. And then it came to him … “PRINCESS POOPY PANTS,” he cried triumphantly. . . . . “PRINCESS POOPY PANTS!” Around Julie, the room erupted with cheers-- cheers loud enough to wake Rita from a fitful sleep. Sitting up, running her fingers through tangled hair. “What did I miss,” she grumbled. “Vickie's done it! She's done it!” Candy was absolutely elated. “Ian identifies as Princess Poopy Pants! He responds to the trigger!” . . . . “I love you, Ian … I love you sooo much!” There was no preamble, and no warning. Vickie was gazing into the Princess' eyes … eyes that were awash with love and trust. A young child's innocent eyes. She leaned over, stared at him, then kissed him hard, using her tongue to force his mouth open, invading him once again. Fingernails trailing down his now exposed spine, she began to toy with the waist band of his diaper cover. She knew that her fingers drove him wild. She sensed his confusion, but she also sensed the exact moment of his resolve … the exact moment when he kissed her back, his tongue now dueling with hers. She opened eyes that had drifted shut, wanting only to feel him with her tongue. And Ian was there, studying her, his expression at first questioning, then accepting, then joyous. And Vickie fell in love all over again because no man had ever looked at her quite this way, with such raw, unrehearsed emotion. His love was so palpable that, for a brief moment, she wondered if she could reach up and snatch it out of the air. “Of all the cribs in all the towns in all the world, she crawls into mine.” Ian's hand drifted down Vickie's body, her breasts fully exposed, the shirt crumbled beneath her. It came to rest on her diaper cover, and a light push was all that it took for Ian to confirm that she was heavily diapered, and very, very wet. “Good morning, Sweetheart; and yep, I'm soaked. Now, if you'll just give me a moment ...” Vickie scrunched up her face, and the next thing Ian heard was a loud, wet fart. “Ah,” she said, “at last. That feels so good!” Ian didn't need to ask, not with the noxious odor that suddenly invaded their realm. He gently tapped her butt, imagining the poop busily rearranging itself inside her diaper in response to his touch. “Now we both stink.” she laughed. “We're equal opportunity stinkpots!” Ian reached up to grasp her by the chin, pull her close, and kiss her all over again. “I love you, Victoria Robinson, and for the life of me, I cannot imagine a universe in which I do not love you.” Vickie leaned down to rest her forehead on his. “I could stay like this forever,” she confessed, “wet and poopy diapers and all. But you promised Rita that you would spend the day working on the recording, which will definitely earn you another reward! So, baths for the both of us, then I'll feed the Princess her ba bas, after which the Major can get to work.” “And will you be wearing a diaper the rest of the day?” “No, baby, just when I'm sharing your crib. But take heart. Soon, very soon, you'll wake up to find Sarah or Rita in your crib, nicely diapered, soaking wet, and maybe just as poopy as we are. Your mommies all want to share this time with you.” “I don't understand,” “No. But the Princess does.” Vickie raised a clinched fist, and waved it at the camera. . . . . Candy couldn't resist rubbing it in because, privately, she thought that Marge's by the book attitude was just an excuse for not taking chances. It wasn't that she was a jerk in Sarah's sense of the word, but she was a jerk nevertheless. “Marge, refresh my memory. I don't recall French kissing serving as a trigger in the chapter that the textbooks devote to Multiple Personality Disorder. Do you think Vickie should write an article on the subject?” “Only if she wants to lose her job,” Marge sniffed. “But the results? Spectacular! And it's common sense. What could more reliably trigger an adult male personality than having a beautiful woman play tonguesies inside the guy's mouth?” “And if there's no 'beautiful woman' in the therapist's chair? What then?” “Maybe his receptionist,” Julie offered hopefully. “Enough already,” Rita growled. “Marge, you do the honors. Take them both to hydrotherapy and clean them up … but one at a time, starting with Ian. I want him back under lock and key before you deal with Vickie. But let him stay and watch.” “Good Lord! Why? They're both in heat!” “Precisely. When you're finished with Vickie and she's properly dressed, she'll take him back to eleven, plank his butt on the floor, and then try and wade through all of those hormones to reach Princess Poopy Pants. If she's successful … if she can get him to drink his ba bas without complaint … then Sarah and I will take turns reinforcing Vickie's trigger. Once it is reliably locked in place, this battle will be more than half won.” . . . . “All right, you two, it's time to rise and shine. There's a bath in both of your immediate futures, but alas, you'll be bathing separately. Ian, use the pull rope. Vickie, do you need help, or can you get your squishy butt out of there without assistance?” Marge stepped on the treadle, and lowered the side of the crib. “We'll manage, thank you.” Vickie was all sweetness and light, and not about to let Marge ruin her day. She kept her game face on as she eased out of the crib, feeling the poop in her diaper rearrange itself as she slid onto her feet. She turned instantly to help Ian, whose own diaper was in far worse shape. Helping to steady him on his feet, she hugged him close. Then she freed his arms from the sleeper, dropped to the floor, and finished undressing him. Keeping them at arm's length, Marge dispatched both the sleeper and Vickie's pee stained shirt straight into a hamper for soiled clothing. Entering the six digit code, Marge unlocked the door and pointedly held it open. Hastily donning a hospital gown that she had earlier left on the changing table, Vickie went first, but once in the corridor she reached out to clasp Ian's hand. She led him down the hallway at a leisurely pace, but once inside the hydrochamber, directed him to stand over the drain while going herself to sit on the stool. Vickie had seen Marge in action, and she knew that Ian was going to get the no nonsense, by the book treatment. He would be stripped, hosed down, tossed a bar of soap, and then directed to take a soak in the tub. At bath's end, Marge would throw him a towel, and after he finished drying off, put him on the changing table, a clean diaper and baby pants prefacing his return to enforced chastity. Then it would be Vickie's turn. And so it went, and with far less teasing than Vickie was expecting. She stepped out of the tub, grabbed the towel from Marge's outstretched hand, and dried off. When she finished, she looked around for her clothes, only to find Marge gesturing in the direction of the changing table. There was a diaper spread out waiting for her. “Where are my clothes?” Vickie kept it short and to the point. “Your top went into the hamper. Perhaps you didn't notice, but everything the two of you were wearing was covered in feces and urine.” “I have fresh clothes in my locker.” “Fine. Then a few minutes in a diaper won't be a big deal. Let's get you dressed; you can get the key to your diaper cover from Rita, and change in the locker room.” “Or you could run out, collect my stuff, and bring it back to me.” “Sorry. I”m scheduled to work with Don Phillips this morning, and you have already thrown me two hours behind schedule. So, up you go.” Marge patted the top of the changing table. “Fine.” Vickie hopped up on the table without further ado, and stretched out on the diaper. She lifted her hips so that Marge could position it correctly, and waited. To her surprise, however, Marge walked across the room and pulled a jar of rash cream and a canister of baby powder out of an overhead bin. Returning, she ordered Vickie to bend her knees and pull them back to her tummy, exposing her rear end. “Is this really necessary?” Vickie couldn't keep her impatience out of her voice. Ignoring her, Marge systematically rubbed the cream all over her bottom, then doused it liberally with baby powder. Pushing on Vickie's knees to lower them, she ordered her to spread her legs. Marge applied an even heavier layer of the barrier cream to Vickie's nether region, then followed up with another round of baby powder. “It is,” Marge finally responded. “Look, let's face facts. You and I disagree professionally, and neither one of us is particularly fond of the other. But right now you are in my care, and I will not have you come down with a diaper rash on my watch. Now, I am going to pin your diaper in place, and then we are going to finish up with a clean pair of baby pants and a new diaper cover. A locked diaper cover. You can wear the same gown,, but like Ian's, it's going to be zipped and locked. Rita wants you to take Ian back to eleven, get Princess Poopy Pants to take over, and feed her four bottles of breast milk. If you can pull this off, then Rita and Sarah will take their turns in Ian's crib. If you need more time to set the trigger, Rita will presumably give it to you. Either way, when you are finished she wants the two of you to report to her office. She'll decide whether or not to keep you in diapers.” “News to me,” Vickie shrugged. “It shouldn't be. Vickie, you have been playing fast and loose with your professional responsibilities ever since Ian walked into your life, and you are straining Rita's ability to cover for you. Case in point: using a French kiss as a trigger. Granted, it worked … but it should have been the court of last resort, not the first. You are behaving … both of you are behaving … like a pair of lovesick teenagers. Rita ordered me to bathe you separately because she knows … we all know what is going to happen when Ian's diaper cover finally comes off. As it is, the only way to guarantee that he doesn't service you orally is to keep both of you under lock and key. Don't be surprised if she decides to do just that.” “Thanks for the heads up, Marge.” Vickie's tone was excruciatingly polite. “Perhaps one day I'll be able to return the favor.” “I'm sure,” Marge grinned. “Now, let's finish getting you dressed, and then both of us can get back to work.” Leading Ian back to room eleven, Vickie now looked like any other patient in the secure ward. . . . . Lying on the floor, her back propped against the changing table, Vickie patted a spot next to her. Ian happily dropped to his knees, then spread out. He ended up with his head resting on her tummy. Vickie ran her fingers through his hair, reminding herself for the umpteenth time that he badly needed a haircut. There was a barber shop on the premises, and it was open on Sunday. Vickie debated asking Rita for permission to take Ian for a trim,, but first she would have to find out what the deal was with Rita and her diapers. If Marge was telling the truth, the odds were good that Rita wouldn't let the two of them go anywhere unsupervised without both being locked in their makeshift chastity belts. But was she telling the truth? As she continued absentmindedly to run her fingers through Ian's hair, Vickie's thoughts ranged beyond Rita to Sarah. Two women in love with the same man, who loved each of them in return. He would marry one, but share his bed with both, and no doubt with Rita as well. Incontinence and a locking diaper cover would keep Ian on the straight and narrow, but how would Sarah insure that her partners remained faithful? Would she settle for promises, or demand a more tangible guarantee? Vickie winced. The more she thought about it, the more obvious the answer became. She was already wearing what amounted to a canvas clad guarantee; it only remained for Sarah to insist on being in sole possession of the key. Could she do her job if she was returned to diapers 24/7? The answer was clearly yes. It might be uncomfortable, it might even be humiliating, but it was certainly doable. Cutting to the chase, Vickie acknowledged that there was really only one issue in play: how much was she willing to endure to share her life with the man she loved-- the only man whom she had ever loved? Looking down on Ian, continuing to run her fingers through his hair, Vickie only had to pose the question to see the answer. . . . . In the aftermath, Vickie decided that, on the whole, the session had gone about as planned, maybe even a bit better. It had helped that Ian had chosen, laying his head on her tummy, to face her. His eyes were watching her, but perhaps he did not realize that she was both watching him in return and gauging his reactions to her commands. If they were lovesick teenagers, as Marge had suggested, it was also the case that they were patient and therapist. “Con cò bé bé; does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” Vickie's tone was nonchalant, her fingers never pausing as they continued to dance across his scalp. The relaxation technique was used in massage parlors worldwide, and Ian had enjoyed it on many occasions in many countries. It was very effective. She repeated the trigger phrase. Watching, she could see the confusion begin to assail his mind, his eyes beginning to cloud over, losing their sharp focus. Ian's reaction mirrored what Rita had observed in her office, when he slipped the pacifier into his mouth and began to suckle. Repeating the phrase a third time, and watching it take hold, Vickie made a mental note to slip Ian a pacifier in tandem with the trigger phrase. “Mommy's here, Princess, and she loves you sooo much! Does Princess Poopy Pants love her mommy?” “I wuv mommy,” the Princess shrieked “I wuv my mommy!” “Does my baby have a name?” Ian frowned, but only for a moment. “PRINCESS POOPY PANTS,” he cried, his voice at once both more high pitched and more childlike than it had been just sixty seconds earlier. “Good girl! Princess Poopy Pants is such a good baby, and mommy loves her sooo much! Do you want your ba bas, hmm?” In response, Ian simply opened his mouth wide. Vickie had to turn to cradle him in her arm, but he latched onto the bottle without complaint. One became four, his eyes never leaving her, eyes trusting and so full of love. When he was finished, she burped him once more, Ian's response to her touch becoming more and more autonomic. And to hell with Marge … to hell with all of them … She kissed him hard on the lips, forcing them open, once more penetrating his mouth with her tongue, driving it deep into him, brutally pushing his own tongue out of the way. Ian surfaced quickly, this response also becoming more efficient with repetition. He rolled to bring her on top, and opened his mouth wide, all but begging her to ravish him with her tongue. Vickie was in heaven, a dominant ready instantly to comply with the demands of her submissive. Their mutual appointment with Rita could wait a little longer.

Seriously, what in the AF is wrong with these people. These people are clearly making Incontinent people look bad. This creepy dude by the name of Jesse Scott Johnson (AKA “Jessica Lillian Johnson”) is making ABDL and Incontinent folks look bad. Source; BREAKING: Missouri Dept of Health investigating Starbucks barista with diaper fetish after he filmed himself dispensing whipped cream into his diaper https://www.libsoftiktok.com/p/breaking-missouri-dept-of-health https://www.instagram.com/p/CxOfZPIy4qz/

This is a bonus chapter as a thank you to all of you who have supported my writing by purchasing In-Between on Amazon since it was released! Thank you for your support!!! Chapter 49: Lone Potty THE NEXT MORNING, I was beyond relieved that I went to bed and woke up with a dry Pull-Up. I had no idea what happened the previous day, and I hoped it was a fluke and wouldn’t happen again! Grandma dropped Beth off by her dorm while parking in the faculty lot and walking me over to my nest to check back in just as Mackenzie was about to send everyone off to breakfast. “Oh, hi, Professor! Connor, it’s good to have you back! We miss you on the weekends!” “Hi, Miss Mackenzie,” I said to her. “How did he do this weekend?” She asked. “Just fine. Please go ahead and put those stars on his chart? I emailed you?” “Very good! I just changed the last boy here; we’re just heading off to breakfast. Sorry, I can’t stay to chat?” she told her. “No worries, we’re just going to put his stuff away here, and then we’ll see you Friday again?” “Every week?” She asked. “I’m making up for nineteen years of missing Grandma time,” she told her. “I guess I can understand that; this little guy is definitely a cutie!” she said and looked at me. The way she scrunched up her eyes made me wonder if she recognized the slightly odd look my face now had. Truthfully, I had stared at myself in the mirror for a while that morning, really liking the effect my loose, long hair and the smooth skin had together. The problem was that I worried someone would assume I was intentionally wearing makeup! I watched, a bit shocked, as my nest mates grabbed the ring rope and followed her out like a bunch of preschoolers in line. ‘What’s that about?’ I wondered. With a sigh, I helped Grandma unload bags and things. She’d bought another large box of my brand of Pull-Ups for me and some bottles of water that she had now marked in a way that, if they were tampered with, would turn green to warn me. All-in-all, I headed off to class that morning feeling pretty confident that I was in as safe of a position as possible! Leaving Holo-Field Theory, I was startled when one of the girls in my class said, “Let’s check that diapee and see if you need a change!” “Huh?” I said. “Your diapee! I heard all of the Littles in your nests are in them now?” “I’m in a Pull-Up and planning to hit the bathroom right now?” I added, “And it’s dry!” She had already pulled down the front of my pants and exposed the Pull-Up to the world then, “So you are! What a cute Pull-Up you’re wearing too! I’ve babysat a lot of baby boys who wear these!” I sighed, “Can I go now, please?” “Let’s just make sure you make it okay!” She told me, “I’m Izzy, by the way,” as she gathered me in her arms and carried me not to the men’s restroom but to the women’s! I was mortified as she sat me down on my feet in a stall and said, “Can you be a big boy and show me how you pull your pants and your big boy undies down?” “I don’t need your help,” I tried to complain. “It’s okay if you’re too little for that; I can help?” I sighed, pulled them down, and then squeaked a yell as she picked me up and sat me on the gigantic potty like a real toddler. “Go potty,” she told me. I sighed and did my best to go, but I couldn’t with her watching me. “I can’t go while you’re watching!” I complained. “Keep trying just a little longer for me, baby?” She said. The bladder did not want to let go, so she said, “Well, that’s okay. I’m sure you can try again later!” She pulled my Pull-Up and pants back up for me and said, “Let’s still wash our hands for practice!” Thankfully, she opened the bathroom door for me, and I could peel away from her in the dining hall. I desperately needed to pee by then and was relieved I somehow held it long enough to get into the dining hall bathroom. ‘Maybe a diaper would have been easier…?’ I couldn’t help but think. I sat down and ate with Amy and Ava a short while later and noted that they looked to have a fair amount of puff out from their bottoms as they sat down. Looking around at the other Littles, I could see it seemed like they did too. “Did something happen over the weekend?” I asked. “Huh?” Amy asked. “Am I the only one still in Pull-Ups?” I asked. Ava looked around and said, “Probably… Almost everyone has gotten caught with the three-per-day or per-week rule at this point. I know several of the last stragglers in the girl’s nest got caught pooping their pants twice Saturday?” “Oh,” I said. “The diapers aren’t so bad,” Ava said, blushing deeply. “Honestly, it beats trying to use those gigantic potties they have, and the changing stations have really nice holo-attendants.” “Mine made me giggle earlier; she was actually treating me like I do when I’m changing my baby sister. It was kind of cute?” I wanted to throw up then but kept my voice even. “Oh,” I shrugged, “I guess I can see that point of view.” As I left for my next class, I couldn’t help worrying about what was happening to everyone. I guessed I would inevitably be next and was probably drawing attention because I wasn’t already in diapers like them! In my math class, we discussed some new concepts, and I was glad to have some time to study with Molly afterward in the hopes that two heads are better than one. Molly was already sitting down in the classroom when I arrived. I pulled my portable booster from my bag, and she said, “Here, I’ll get it for you?” I looked at her a little skeptically, but she had no problems deciphering the folds required to assemble it and placed it on the chair beside her. I moved towards the chair and was about to climb up when she lifted me up and put me in it instead. “Sorry, I can’t help myself sometimes,” she apologized, realizing what she’d done. “It’s okay, thanks for understanding. I’m nervous about things like that?” She nodded, “I guess I can understand that. You’re an exchange student, so you probably weren’t child-sized back home?” I laughed, “No, I was way above average! I was six-foot-six, back home, and shrank when I came.” “That’s tall for your dimension?” “Average male height is under six feet,” I nodded. “So, most of the people there are Littles?” she asked. I remembered her major in Portal Physics and felt a little guilty in saying, “Yes, but we don’t think of ourselves like that.” “No, I guess you wouldn’t. I sometimes wonder if there isn’t a dimension out there where I would be considered a Little.” I felt my stomach twist at that, “That would be terrifying… I’d be like a child’s doll at best!” She laughed, “Probably!” We talked for a while longer before class started, and I was grateful that I seemed to be staying up with an understanding of the material the professor covered. “We still good for a study session?” Molly asked me as she helped me down. I nodded, “I think so?” I looked at the clock, “I’ve got about an hour till I plan to get dinner?” “Should be plenty!” She said. “Where do you want to study?” I thought about public places and said, “See if the library has a study room available?” “Sure!” she said. I made an excuse and used the bathroom quickly before we walked out of the building and were blasted with a burst of cold air. “Brrr!!!” I complained as I pulled my coat tighter around my body and zipped it up. She agreed, “I heard it’s supposed to get colder this week, too, and maybe snow later this week!” “Ugh!” was all I said to that. We signed into a study room and began going through notes and problems in the materials we’d been given by the professor. There were a few things she didn’t understand that I helped her with, and then she helped me with a few things, too. “You’re a great study partner!” she told me as we parted ways at the dining hall. “So are you,” I told her. “See you Wednesday!” “See you, cutie,” she said. I blushed but tuned it out as I entered the dining hall. I saw Mackenzie standing near the entrance, “Well, hi you!” she said to me. “I was beginning to think you were avoiding us?” I shook my head, “Just been busy. Was studying with a classmate in the library for a bit? I messaged you?” “Oh?” I nodded, “Her name is Molly; she’s in my Math class.” “Hmm…” she said. “Just studying?” I laughed, “Just studying! She’s the only one besides me in the class that seems to be getting things. We’re helping each other stay on top of that, though.” “Well, let me know if she gets pushy or something?” “Umm… sure?” “Now, I do need to check you?” “Does it have to be here?” I asked in front of everyone. “Do you have something to hide?” I sighed, “Nope.” BETH SAT ON a booth seat on the other side of the room but could clearly see Connor’s pants being pulled down. She could see the blue of the Pull-Up from where she sat and shook her head. “What’s wrong?” Livy asked her. “Oh, just watching the diaper check that Mackenzie is forcing Connor to endure in front of everyone.” “Oh, is he wearing diapers now too?” Reila asked nervously. “No, I can see the Pull-Up from here though.” “Nothing he can do about it,” Reila said. “He’s probably the only one wearing Pull-Ups at this point. I think everyone else got put in diapers this weekend.” “What happened?” Beth asked. “No clue? We watched about a quarter roll into lunch on Saturday, only wearing a onesie top and a diaper. By yesterday, all of them seemed to be wearing thicker padding?” Reila said. “I think I heard something about a Little movie night on Friday?” Livy said quietly. “Oh…” Beth said. “Good thing Connor wasn’t here?” “Maybe...? He’s going to seem like more of a challenge now, that might be worse,” Reila said. “True…” she said worriedly. Right as she said that Connor was coming towards them with food, Beth couldn’t help herself with the enormous smile she gave him. “Hi,” she said. His smile was just as wide as he said, “Hey, can I join you?” His face still had that smoothed-over look, and she noted it made him more attractive to her as she said, “Of course!” Beth scooted over to make room for him to sit his booster on the seat next to her and climbed up. Beth couldn’t help herself as she gave him a sideways squeeze, “You have a good day?” She asked him. “Mostly?” He said. “You?” “Yeah, someone helped me enough this weekend that I didn’t feel completely lost in classes today.” She smiled down at him, and he smiled just as brightly back. Livy made a face, and Beth hoped she could avoid answering questions until later. Seeing she was about to ask, she mouthed, ‘Later’ to her. Livy raised an eyebrow but nodded. The four talked about things that stayed entirely from conversations about disposable underpants for the rest of the meal. Beth thought awkward discussions were at a close, but Reila asked, “So what did you two do all weekend?” Beth looked to see what Connor would say and noticed that the blush showed through, even with the makeup effect on his face. “Went to a birthday party?” He offered. “Birthday party?” Livy asked curiously. “My… cousin had her fifty-fourth birthday party?” “A party for being fifty-four?” Reila asked. “More like her thirty-third, ‘first’ birthday party?” Beth suggested? “Oh, she’s a Little?” Livy asked nervously. “Yeah,” Connor said. “So, what did you two do while the babies played?” Reila asked nervously. “Sort of babysat? Met my relatives… swam?” Connor said. “What is it with you and swimming?” Livy asked. “He’s a dolphin,” Beth smirked, squeezing his hand underneath the table. “What?” Reila snorted. “Long story, going back to my mom’s time here,” Connor said. Fortunately for them, Mackenzie interrupted, “Hi girls, I hope you don’t mind, but I need to take Connor back to the Nest?” “It’s only five-thirty?” Connor asked. “Unfortunately, while you were out, some things happened, and the Nest has an earlier bedtime the rest of this week, sweetie.” “Oh,” Connor said. “So, I can’t study when I get back?” “You’ll have a few minutes, but not much time tonight, sorry.” Connor looked stricken by that, but at least Beth knew he should be okay for his Tuesday classes from the weekend. He looked up at her, “Guess I’ll see you all later,” he sighed. Mackenzie didn’t really wait for him to be ready; she picked him up and sat him on the ground, handed him his booster to fold away, grabbed the tray of food he’d finished, and prodded him to the entry area where Beth could see a whole bunch of nests all holding onto the babyish ring line leashes. “What the hell happened over the weekend?” Beth asked them. I CLUNG TO the pink ring of the rope and followed as we all took turns going up the elevator to the nests. I could smell more than a few filled diapers around me, and the stench going up the elevator was pretty intense! From how they fidgeted, I thought I could tell five of the other members of my nest were in a messy diaper. There was a big sigh from everyone as we reached the room and were told, “You can let go now, boys.” I let go and moved towards the bathroom to go pee. “Where are you going, Connor?” Grayson asked. “Bathroom?” I said. “What? Aren’t you wearing yours like the rest of us?” Jack asked. “Huh?” I asked. “Wait, Miss Mackenzie, how come Connor isn’t in a diaper?!?” Grayson asked, clearly pissed off about something. “Huh?” she asked, looking up from the changing table where she was changing Liam. “Connor isn’t wearing diapers?!?” he pushed. “No? He hasn’t lost his potty privileges yet?” “But…?” “Grayson, I’m sorry that Connor is a big boy and you’re not? But you don’t need to pick on him?” “I’m not…?” Grayson protested. “Do you need to go to a time-out?” I looked over at him. I could see he was so angry, but I watched him shake his head, “No, Miss Mackenzie.” “Connor, go ahead and use the potty. Come see me when you’re done so I can ensure you’re still clean and dry!” “Yes, Miss Mackenzie,” I told her and walked into the bathroom. When I used the toilet, I couldn’t help but think I was now the only one using them from what they had said. It kind of scared me the way they had reacted. I felt my blood grow cold as I feared the jealousy from them could cause me more problems! I flushed, washed my hands, and found Mackenzie waiting by the door. “Let’s just pull those pants off since you just need to put on your jammies anyway.” I blushed as the Pull-Up was displayed to everyone. The sides were fraying a little bit from having been worn all day, but the indicators were still showing as unused. “What a good boy!” she told me. “Since you used the potty, let’s go ahead and get your night diapee on, though, and those jammies.” She called out louder, “Fifteen minutes till lights out, my little kits!” I sat at my desk a few minutes later while she changed everyone else and tried to review my notes for Screenwriting for the morning. I was done with the assignment due on Thursday, so I was sketching out some notes for the next project. Logan approached me, “Sorry about Grayson, we had a rough weekend…” “What happened?” I asked, noting that Mackenzie had Grayson’s feet over his head and was wiping his bottom. “We had a movie night Friday, and everyone was kind of woozy afterward. Some of us were afraid there was some hidden hypnosis in it…?” I felt my blood chill then. “I’m guessing there was?” He nodded, “Must have been; by the end of Sunday, all of us had at least two messy accidents in a day or hit the wet accident count to land ourselves into diapers.” “Ouch, I’m sorry?” He shrugged, “Personally, I always figured it was a matter of time? Anyway, about ten people from other nests staged a walkout protest yesterday. Let’s just say they’re gone, and now we’re all stuck with additional evening restrictions.” “That…” I was about to say when Mackenzie walked over. “Time for beddy-bye boys; hop into your pods!” I looked at the clock and realized it was ninety minutes earlier than usual. Climbing into the pod, I grimaced that with everything going on this weekend, I’d never had a chance to do anything about the SleepTight device inside. ‘Hopefully, my nanites keep it at bay a little longer?’ I thought to myself. Even as I thought that, though, I was out like a light! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading!!! Please press the like button and leave a comment!!! I love seeing readers guess where things are going! Also, a SUPER HUGE thank you to everyone who pre-ordered/ordered In-Between on Amazon! If you haven't already, you may find it for sale here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CG4W62M6 . If you did purchase it, please press the '5-Star' rating when you can! You don't have to leave a review to do so. (Though that would be so amazingly appreciated!) I am now in a crazy stretch at work until Thanksgiving of 6 day work weeks, so I may have a very uneven posting schedule. This week I think I'll be able to post late on Saturday. The next week will have to be on Sunday. I apologize for the lack of consistency, but my hours are long right now! Thanks for your patience!

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Omg. I can't believe how close I was. The interaction with Marge when she was putting Vickie in a clean diaper was extremely close to how I imagined it. The idea Vickie would be forced to wear locked on diapers as a form of chastity I thought of way back when Vickie started her relationship with him, but I figured Sarah would be the one to come up with the idea lol. I almost expected the one who brought in the baby bottles of breast milk would teasingly offer Vickie a baby bottle or even made her drink one lol. Vickie will get in so much trouble with Rita for what she's doing right at the end. She was already chastised by Marge about her make out session with him overnight and she just couldn't help herself and just kept going. I have a feeling when they finally get to Rita's office Vickie probably can only hope Rita leaves her diaper on before Rita paddles her butt. While I believe Rita will keep her locked in diapers I think the final decision will be for Sarah to make when she gets there. This is definitely my favorite parts of this story so far.

true, unless I am messy and need to change while out in public. Then I have to be in a germy public potty for longer than normal... a situation I try to avoid as much as possible. Let's put it this way, I was about 2 hour drive from home when I had a messy diaper, so instead of trying to change in a germy public toilet, I got back into my car, put a baby changing pad (12" square absorbant pad with plastic backing) on my seat, sat on it with the messy diaper, and drove back home. Yes, the diaper leaked a bit due to pressure etc and the mess was a lot larger than it would have been if I had changed in the public potty, but I still think it was better to change at home - after all, Theodore (see avatar) was there as was a warm shower and all the comforts of home.

A staircase!

I was lying in bed, couldn’t sleep and had this random thought. Until the year 2113 rolls around the current year won't have the word TEEN in its name like it has done for a very long time, neither in the first two digits or the last two.

I guess it depends on your objective. If you’re trying to describe a transition to incontinence then, if your experience resembles my own, it’s highly likely that there will be very long periods where nothing happens. That can make calendar-driven updates challenging. For my own journal, my objective was instead, to chronicle how the “24/7” fantasy actually played out in the mundane, less-prurient reality of my comfortable, middle-class suburban married life. Most weeks I’ll think of something that happened (nappy-related) in my world and just write a few paragraphs about it. If I confined myself to physiological changes, it would be slim pickings. I’m not sure anything has changed much for me in the last 6, or even 12 months. Note my caveat of “not sure”. One thing I’ve learned is that some of the bigger changes hide in plain sight. I’m at 4.5 years and although I by now experience reasonably regular nocturnal incontinence (aka “bedwetting”), during the day I don’t think I’m a long way ahead from where you are. To borrow your words, “things down there definitely work far differently” now (and less reliably). I know I can get by without nappies for short periods of time but I find it uncomfortable and very inconvenient. Anyway, I like to read the tales of fellow-travelers on this strange road but whatever you decided to do, thank you for you content to date. ps: according to the board metrics, more than 33 thousand people have read your thread so don't underestimate its interest 😄

Hey DD! I made it to my second year Time really flies huh? While it doesn't really feel like the whole "just yesterday I was sorta moment", in fact it's more like I'm struggling to remember to remember what it felt like before being in a near constant soggy state of diapers.. Things down there definitely work far differently from where I first started. Though I wouldn't go to the extreme of saying it's 100% total loss either. I can remember well before starting having read things like the 24/7 un-potty training guide that I guess "paved" the idea / provided a path some of us walked down to get started, though for it's accuracy I'm unsure. I feel I still have limited control of both bladder & bowel control and I wouldn't say my experiences all happened in the first year either or even early through the second year. I'm still slowly experiencing body changes & I feel that before anyone can really have any progress you need to truly have acceptance on your new state.. How ever long that takes you is a personal matter, but once you're over that hill & the perception of yourself is slowly changed to the padded reality only then will you start to see major changes. Physical ones I'm sure slowly come after that and time... Wetting has become a constant state down there, and sometimes I feel warm dribbles here or there, or a small unexpected stream. Other times It's when I'm stepping in our out of the bath or shower and moving towards my changing area that I notice the little dribbles running down my legs.. I know when I sneeze or get into a coughing fit I've found myself both wetting and having some very uncontrolled small toots.. 🙃 Such is life. Other days there are moments when I find my bladder dying to release and for some reason I'm struggling to remember for the life of me how to relax.. Only for a few moments later a very small stream to come out.. When I first started wearing 24/7, I made it a goal to start eating more cleanly and to keep a healthy diet, although some days / times I've broken this especially with parties and holidays I've tried my best to keep a good diet with healthy fiber , carbs, fats and some small protein. It's not the perfect diet but it definitely helped with my messing habits especially early on. I will say now, I can expect two-four messes in a day with the average of about two to three. They all come very unexpectedly and it's a moments notice before I'm feeling the sudden urge and letting myself relax. What does come out is not very large & it's been a pretty quick clean up and on my way.. When at home or in private I know it's more reflexive than anything, I do get a warning still but I'm not really paying much mind and it's out in moments.. I wouldn't say that it's totally out of my control though, and it's only been a few rare moments when it's omg it's coming out wtf I didn't realize sort of thing.. I'd say I'm nearly always fully aware I am / about to need to mess. I don't know if that will change. I hope the above answers how messing feels, but in "social situations" such as when I have to attend an in office meetings, or with friends / in public I know my body still reacts pretty close to how it is at home. I feel the need and it's a habit to just let go, but I do try very much to clean asap & not stay in a situation that would cause others to really be aware or "smell/see" anything.. In public I wear very comfy plastic pants & I've never had a complaint of smelling like a potty.. I do my best to keep myself VERY clean & practice good skin healthcare.. Bathing, Washing, Barrier Creams, and never staying in a dirty dip too long. I would hope others have the same mindset on this Last thing I'd want is to push my ab/dl onto others, or my newfound incontinence after all this time. I'm sure unexpected things will happen more and more in the future, but if you plan well & bring changes with you. It's pretty easy to manage. ------ So yeah... 2 years Still unsure how to "celebrate" it's been a pretty hectic week in real life.. And we're finally getting the tiny bit of rain we desperately need in Texas. Seriously, wearing plastic pants in 100 degree weather is not fun, even with a dress or skirt.. My Questions for readers who care to comment - Do I keep updating this journal? Should I slow down from monthly to every couple of months? I'm not really sure what I can contribute that isn't just a repeat of more of the same unless there are some MAJOR changes.. It's just a very slow progression and it all really just feels same samey.. I've tried my best to document everything but it's hard sometimes when everything feels more of the same. It's just slow and I have yet to have anything really "new" to report in the last few months.

Thank you for your reply. It won't be the whole weekend, but I'm sure Jasper will spend a lot of time in a nappy in the future. Chapter sixteen The two weeks flew by. At school, the children were busy reviewing the material they had seen during the previous year so that the teachers could see what the children had absorbed and what they had not. The children especially looked forward to the last week. It was always filled with playing at school, doing fun activities and having extra long breaks. But before the last week began, there was the wedding of friends of Celine and Helga, and on that Saturday Jasper stood in front of Dries with an overnight bag. He had walked to Dries on his own. His mums were busy getting dressed for the party. Helga had again made a list for Jasper of everything he had to take with him, and he had done it flawlessly. Helga had even complimented him on how well it had gone. Jasper rang the doorbell happily. He was looking forward to a day of play and adventure with Dries. Inside, Jasper heard Dries storming down the stairs. “Jasper!” he yelled, even before he had opened the door. Both children smiled broadly and looked at each other. Jasper threw his rucksack down and gave Dries a big hug. “Mum, dad, Jasper’s here!” Dries shouted over his shoulder. “Then invite him in and don’t leave him standing at the door!” came Koen’s reply. Jasper came in cheerfully and closed the door behind him. The two boys were already off to play when Koen stopped them. “Jasper, can you put your bag upstairs before you start playing? He is standing over here ready to trip up people.” Jasper said it was OK and turned to take his duffle bag upstairs. He grabbed the overnight bag and together with Dries they brought it up the stairs. The bag was put down and Jasper and Dries decided to play outside. In the bushes at the end of the road they made a big marble run by digging trenches in the ground. One marble after the other rolled down until Heleen came to get them. “Jasper, Dries, it’s time for dinner!” “Coming!” Dries called back. Together with Jasper, he quickly collected the marbles that were lying around and then went home with his sister and Jasper. Jasper and Dries had a lot of fun outside. And in relation to their fun, they had also gotten dirty with earth and mud from the forest floor. “Here, Heleen,” Kathy said, handing Heleen a washcloth with soap and water. Kathy worked on Dries’ face and hands while Heleen concentrated on Jasper’s face and hands. Then the worst of the mud was patted off their clothes. After a bit of scrubbing and polishing, both children were decent enough to go to the table. The weather was warm and the table was set outside on the terrace. “Mmm, pizza,” said Jasper, eagerly starting his first slice. Playing outside for so long had made him hungry. After dinner, Kathy said, “Boys, you can wash off the rest of the dirt in the bathtub and then put on your pyjamas. There will be quite a bit of time left before you have to go to bed, normally”. Upstairs in the bedroom, Jasper looked at the guest bed that had been prepared for him. The bed rail was already attached to the side of the bed and the straps for around his stomach were already attached to the bed. “What is this?” Dries asked, looking surprised at the whole thing. “Things to keep Jasper from falling out of bed,” said Kathy, who had come right after. “We want to test what works best.” Dries nodded that he understood. Curious, he approached the guest bed to have a closer look. “Look,” Kathy said. “These straps should keep Jasper from falling out of bed. We fix them so he can’t roll out of bed in his sleep.” “And what is this side rail for?” Dries asked. “If Jasper does not succeed in sleeping with the straps, we still have the side rail as a spare. It’s only ready for tonight, so that Jasper can decide to open the straps in the night and sleep safely without fear of falling out of bed.” Dries nodded that he understood. Kathy grabbed Jasper’s duffel bag and together they took everything out. Jasper’s cuddly toy was placed next to his pillow, and the fresh clothes for tomorrow were put aside. The toiletries followed, and at the bottom of the duffel was Jasper’s favourite onesie, neatly folded with a nappy underneath. “Will you be wearing this one tonight, Jasper?” Kathy asked as she took it out. Jasper glanced at Dries but he had already disappeared into the bathroom. “I don’t know, is Dries?” Jasper began his question. “Yes, Dries will be wearing one soon.” “Okay,” Jasper said. “Get undressed and go to the bathroom. Shall I prepare a bodysuit for you too?” Jasper looked surprised. “A bodysuit?” Kathy went to the cupboard and took one out. “With those snaps between the legs.” “Yes, then the nappy fits much better.” Jasper said with a big smile. Kathy put the pile of clothes on the bed and went into the bathroom with the toiletries. Meanwhile, Jasper took off his clothes, which were scattered on the floor one by one. In the bathroom, Dries was already in the bath. The water was running and Dries was doing his best to make as much foam as possible, pushing the soap towards the running water each time. Jasper entered the bathroom and immediately saw a bin full of bath toys. Jasper rummaged through it and threw a number of toy boats and toy fish into the bath. After messing around in the bin and looking around, Jasper decided that it was all fun and took the whole bin and turned it upside down over the bathtub. He then immediately put the bin down and jumped into the bath next to Dries, between the toys and the soapy water. Kathy left the children alone while she cleaned up the dirty clothes. Meanwhile, Dries and Jasper were enacting something that looked like a blend of ‘The Titanic’, ‘The Perfect Storm’ and ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’. Ships were sinking and rising in the bathtub, the fish were turning from good-natured helpers into ferocious deep-sea monsters, and the foam, which acted as icebergs, was flying around the bathroom until the floor beside the bathtub turned into a slide. Kathy hadn’t come to see it yet, but from all the splashing and playing she heard, she knew enough. She took Heleen into the bathroom with her. Normally Heleen never had to help in the bathroom, but Kathy still had a lot to do around the house and she wanted to get on with it. Knowing that Heleen hated cleaning but was happy to help the boys from time to time, she decided to share the chores. Kathy was armed with a bucket and a mop, and she set to work immediately, at the risk of getting wet, on the bathroom floor. Heleen was told to look after the boys in the meantime. She had never done this before but was happy to help. A little bit uneasy and nervous, she began the task. Heleen took a washcloth and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. She took care of Dries first. “Are you going to wash me, Heleen?” Dries asked in surprise. “Yes, mum wants me to help.” He was washed from the tip of his nose, through the back of his ears and under his armpits, until he was spick and span between his toes. As Kathy continued to wipe the floor, she gave Heleen verbal instructions, indicating where she should pay careful attention. For Jasper, it was a strange image. He was used to his mum helping him now and again, but being washed by a big brother or sister? Gert would never do that. After Dries had been washed, Heleen asked Jasper to come closer. Jasper wasn’t entirely comfortable with this, but no one else in the bathroom seemed to think it was strange. Heleen took Jasper’s arm and began to wash it. Jasper was surprised that it felt so good. Mummy Celine was always pretty rough, but very thorough, while Mummy Helga was gentle, but everything went too fast. Heleen was somewhere in between: not too rough and taking her time. Jasper enjoyed this washing session, especially when Heleen rubbed his back a few extra times. The plug was removed from the bathtub. “Look at the boats being swallowed up by the giant whirlpool!” shouted Dries, who watched until the last drop of water had drained from the tub. An impatient Kathy stood ready with the towel, waiting for Dries. Jasper watched as he was dried in the meantime by Heleen. Once dry, the boys were sent out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Kathy immediately went down to the kitchen to finish cleaning up. Only Heleen entered the room. Heleen did not look up from the belts that could be seen on the spare bed. By the time Kathy had made the bed that afternoon, and been busy with the belts, she had already received the whole explanation. “Just lie here, Jasper,” Heleen said as she patted Dries’ bed. The nappy went on a little easier than at the birthday party. Heleen also took the rest of the clothes that were ready for Jasper and helped him to put them on one by one. Dries didn’t want to wait for Jasper and quickly put on his pyjamas. He left his nappy and body on the bed. Jasper looked at Dries in surprise. “I thought you had to wear a nappy too?” “Yes, later, just before I go to sleep,” he said as he went downstairs. Heleen closed the zip of his onesie over Jasper’s tummy. “Just follow Dries down.” Heleen was pleased with the evening. She liked being able to look after and spoil the boys in this way. At first, Jasper felt a bit cheated that he was wearing a nappy and Dries wasn’t. But after a few steps he recognised the comfort of the nappy. It had given him a feeling of security and that, together with the care Heleen provided, brought him a feeling of peace and comfort. Jasper came downstairs in a good mood and sat down next to Dries in front of the television. Dries had prepared a film: the Lego film. Jasper had never seen it before and was curious. Before Dries could press the start button, Koen came in with a tray containing 5 large glasses and a bowl of chips for everyone. “Wait a bit before you start the film, Kathy and Heleen will be here soon,” he said and distributed the glasses and chips. Heleen also sat down in the chair and Kathy came out of the kitchen with a bottle of lemonade and a bottle of wine. She poured wine for Koen and herself and then took the bottle back to the kitchen, while Koen poured a glass of lemonade for each of the children. He screwed the top on and left the rest of the bottle on the side table. Kathy also sat down on the chair and lovingly put her hand on Koen’s legs. “Jasper and Dries, we have a surprise for you.” Kathy said. “When we go on holiday to the south of France this summer, Jasper can come with us. We’ve asked your mums and they’ve agreed.” The two boys had to let it sink in for a while before they really understood. So Jasper was coming along on holiday? Together? All the time? Jasper and Dries looked at each other, wordlessly seeking each other’s support to make sure they had heard correctly. When a smile appeared on one face, it was immediately mirrored by an even bigger smile on the other. In no time, the boys were dancing around the living room with joy. “We’re going on holiday together!” they chanted in harmony over and over again. It took a while for them to calm down, but eventually they were sitting on the couch side by side with blissful smiles on their faces. The film was set up and the family and Jasper enjoyed the story, the artwork and the fun music on the television. During the movie, the children ate chips and occasionally sipped from their glasses. Halfway through, during a quiet part of the film, Dries asked for a little break. He desperately needed to go to the toilet and couldn’t hold it until the end of the film. Jasper took advantage of the break to refill his glass for the second time. He emptied the bottle and walked over to the bin to dispose of the empty bottle. His nappy hadn’t been dry for a while, but Jasper didn’t want to interrupt the film as it was so exciting at the moment. Koen had noticed that Jasper had already drunk a lot of the lemonade. “Jasper, don’t you have to go to the toilet?” he asked. Jasper turned red. He found it hard to admit that his nappy was already wet. “No, I don’t have to,” he said quickly, trying to avoid talking about the state of his nappy. Dries came back from the toilet and Heleen continued with the film. Koen turned to Kathy and whispered in her ear that she had better check Jasper’s nappy before he went to sleep. Kathy nodded that she understood. The film was watched and when the villain was defeated and the credits rolled, it was time for Jasper and Dries to go to bed. “Come on boys. Time to brush your teeth and go to bed.” Disappointed that the evening was over, Jasper and Dries got up. Jasper obeyed as slowly as he could, wanting to delay as long as possible the moment the lights went out and they had to be quiet to sleep. Dries got up a little more easily; he was tired. Koen and Kathy figured it out, and with a little encouragement, Jasper was also upstairs, brushing his teeth in the bathroom with Dries. Dries was the first to finish and was sent to the toilet in the hall. “Jasper, wait a minute and show me your nappy,” Kathy said, guessing what the result would be. Jasper flushed. “It’s just a little bit,” he said, trying to keep Kathy from thinking badly of him. “Even if it’s just a little bit, we’d better change it. It wouldn’t be nice if your nappy leaked tonight or if you got a nappy rash tomorrow. You really don’t want that.” Kathy said. Jasper agreed with a nod and stood in front of Kathy. Kathy unzipped the onesie, pulled it down over his shoulders and opened the poppers on the bodysuit to get a good look. “This is just a little more than a bit,” Kathy said, seeing that the nappy was already well filled. “We really can’t leave this one on.” Kathy loosened the tapes, freshened up Jasper’s intimate area with a washcloth and dried the same area. She pulled the onesie back up and closed the zip. Come with me to Dries’ room, we’ll put on a clean nappy and then it’s time for you and Dries to go to sleep. Dries had gone to the toilet and was waiting for his own room. He had taken off his pyjamas, put on his bodysuit and put the top of his pyjamas back on. With the bottom exposed, he lay in bed waiting for his mum to help him. When Kathy and Jasper entered the room, Kathy helped Dries first. Jasper stood by and watched. He saw that Kathy was doing it routinely, but lovingly at the same time. When she was finished, Jasper and Dries switched places and soon both children were ready for bed. Dries was put to bed first. He was tired and yawned with his mouth wide open. “It was a nice film, but I’m tired. I’m glad I’m in bed.” Then Kathy went over to Jasper, who was sitting on the edge of his bed, next to the bed rail. “Lie down on the straps, Jasper. Like you did at my place of work. Do you remember?” Curious Dries sat up again and Heleen, curious and hearing everything from her room, came to the doorframe to watch and listen. “I don’t know if I want to.” Jasper said carefully, afraid of the reaction. “I can see why you might be nervous about it.” Kathy said. "I’ll explain to you again why we’re doing this. Almost every time you have slept here with us, you have fallen out of bed. Your mum says that when something exciting happens, you sleep very restlessly and fall out of bed easily. So we’re thinking that if you go on holiday with us, you might fall out of bed a lot or easily. Kathy was silent for a moment, looking at Jasper to see if he understood. “Yes, maybe,” Jasper replied reluctantly. “Your bed rail is big and strong enough to hold you in place, but also too big to take easily on a voyage.” Jasper looked sideways at the bed rail and understood. “I can borrow the straps from work. They are also easy to carry in a suitcase. That way we don’t have to buy anything special for travelling. Do you understand?” Again Jasper nodded in the affirmative. "For tonight we would like to test the straps so that we are sure that we do not have to look for another solution for the journey. The bed rails are just in case it really doesn’t work. “What would that other solution be?” asked Jasper curiously. “I don’t know Jasper, we’ve been looking for a long time but haven’t really found anything that’s affordable and works well.” Kathy replied honestly. Disappointed that the straps were the only practical choice, Jasper nodded that it was OK. “I’m a bit scared of it. I’ve never been tied to a bed before,” Jasper said. Kathy nodded that she understood. “It’s not really all tied up Jasper. It’s just your body, we don’t actually tie anything to your arms and legs. And we’ll leave the key right next to you on the bedside table, so you can easily release it yourself.” Jasper looked again silently at the straps lying ready on the bed. “Shall we try it, Jasper? Then we can all sleep well on holiday and have a nice holiday.” Kathy had done well to repeat the goal: to go on holiday together and all sleep well. Jasper was convinced and was now ready to give it a try. Jasper lay down nicely on the straps and Kathy immediately fastened everything. It was just like in the institution. A strap around his waist, one between his legs and then a strap over each shoulder with a cross over it to prevent the straps slipping over his shoulders. The ankles, wrists and other straps that came with the set remained in the bag. As agreed, they would not be used. “Jasper, the key is here. Can you reach it?” Jasper turned to the bedside table and stretched out his arm. To show that it worked, he lifted the key a little and put it down again. “I’ll get you a glass of water if you get thirsty tonight, Jasper,” Heleen said. Kathy smiled over her shoulder. “That’s very thoughtful of you.” she said. Kathy pulled the blanket over Jasper and gave him, and then Dries, another good night kiss. “Sleep well Jasper, sleep well Dries.” “Night-night,” both children mumbled back in unison. Heleen came in with a glass of water and put it down next to the key. “Please, Jasper.” “Thank you,” Jasper said. Normally he never drank water at night. It was not his habit, but he thought it would be nice to be able to have a drink at night if he felt like it. It was a relief. The children also wished each other a good night and Heleen went to her own room. Kathy closed the door and Jasper immediately reached for the key, wanting to make sure it was still there. But before he could grab the key, he hit the glass, knocking it over. Jasper tried to catch it, but accidentally pushed it further and the glass fell to the floor, fortunately without breaking. Kathy had heard the noise and came in immediately, turning on the light. “The glass has fallen and I can’t reach it,” Jasper said in a panic. Dries sat up straight and watched. He wasn’t sure what to do. Kathy, seeing that there was a large puddle of water on the bedside table and on the floor, rushed to the bathroom and came back with a towel to wipe up the water. Heleen also came to see the commotion. “I’ll take the glass and fill it again.” “No Heleen.” Kathy said. “Get a drinking bottle from downstairs, it’s not so bad compared to a glass if it accidentally knocks over.” Heleen went downstairs and did a good job of carrying out her mother’s instructions. She handed the bottle to Jasper and he put it on the bedside table. Now that the floor was cleaned and peace had returned, a second attempt was made. “'Nighty-night,” they wished each other. The light was switched off and the door closed. Jasper grabbed the key again and tested it to see if he could open the lock. “Tick!” said the magnet. It made a sound when it touched the cap. Jasper lifted the cap off the pen and was pleased that he had managed it. Jasper then put the cap back on the pen and tried the magnet again. “Tick!” came the accompanying sound. The restraining belt was a new experience for Jasper and he couldn’t sleep very well. Jasper was also allowed to open and close it himself, which he enjoyed very much. He kept opening and closing it, making a loud “tick” as the magnet was pulled against the buckle. Dries turned around and tried to ignore the sound at first. But with each “tick” he became more and more irritated. “Jasper, stop that,” he finally said as he sat up straight in bed. “Leave what?” Jasper asked. He hadn’t realised how much the noise had disturbed Dries. “That noise, I can’t sleep. Stop it.” Dries was still whispering, but it was already quite loud. There was no doubt that he was in a bad mood. Jasper was shocked. He was not used to Dries snapping at him like that. “Yes, I will. Sorry.” Jasper whispered back. Dries grunted again and lay back down, trying to get back to sleep. Jasper, ashamed that he had disturbed Dries so much, gently put the key down on the table and closed his eyes to try and sleep. Later in the evening, when the the children had been asleep for a while and Kathy and Koen were also going to bed, they went to see how Jasper was sleeping. They crept quietly into the room to have a look. Jasper was still in bed, but with the blanket completely torn off his feet. at his feet. They were pleased to see that Jasper was still wearing the belt as they had put it on him. Like this way there was no chance of Jasper falling out of bed. Koen carefully covered Jasper with a blanket and the parents crept out of the room to go to bed themselves. Jasper woke up in the middle of the night. He had got cold and his bladder was acting up - he needed to go to the toilet. When he tried to sit up to go to the toilet, he felt he couldn’t. Jasper felt panic rising and began to grope around. Fear gripped Jasper and he became more awake. He began to slap and rub his arms.When he felt the straps and realised he was tied down with them, and recognised Dries’ room in the dim light, he breathed a sigh of relief.He had recognised the room and knew where he was and how everything was. For a moment he wondered what he was going to do. Open the lock to go to the toilet or just stay in bed? Jasper was tired. Opening the lock, climb out of bed, crawl along the gate, go to the toilet, take off the onesie, bodysuit and nappy, wee, put the onesie, bodysuit and nappy back on and so on. It all sounded like a lot of work. Jasper rolled onto his back and released his bladder. He felt the nappy getting warm and thicker as the moisture was absorbed. Jasper felt his arms arms around the blanket that had fallen off him, he wanted to pull it over him again, but he couldn’t find it. Finally he felt it with his feet. He took the blanket between his feet, pulled it up until he could feel it with his hands. hands. Then he pulled it up to his shoulders. Satisfied, he picked up the drinking bottle. He unscrewed the cap, put it in his mouth, lying on his side and began to drink from it. Before he’d got halfway through the Jasper closed his eyes, stopped drinking and fell back asleep. However, Jasper had forgotten to close the bottle and slowly some of the water from the bottle dripped from the bottle onto the bed. A large wet patch appeared next to his pillow. Fortunately, Kathy had put a waterproof mattress protector on the bed as standard. The next time Jasper woke, it was morning. “Jasper, are you awake?” he heard from a distance. Jasper did his best to focus on the sound. He heard it again, a little louder this time, “Jasper, are you awake?” Jasper opened his eyes and turned to look at the source of the sound. Dries was leaning on his elbow looking at him. “I knew you were awake,” he said, smiling broadly. “Shall we go play downstairs?” “Yeah, that’s fine.” Jasper replied. He reached for the key. On the way, his hand bumped into the water bottle that was still lying flat on the bed. He put it on the bedside table and took the key from there. He untied himself and unbuckled his straps. Jasper didn’t have to throw away his blanket, it was already at his feet, he must have kicked it off again in his sleep. As a result Jasper was a little cold as well. Jasper saw the wet spot next to his pillow on the bed as Dries opened the curtains and more light came into the room. Strange? he thought to himself. He looked at the spot, touched it, smelled it, but couldn’t quite place where it had come from. Until he picked up the water bottle and looked at it. “Dries, I spilled water on the bed. The drinking bottle has leaked,” he said worriedly. Dries came and looked at the bed. “I don’t think there’s much we can do about it now. Let’s go and play.” Dries said. Dries led the way and Jasper followed. Dries took the lead by going to the bathroom first, taking off his nappy and freshening up a bit. Jasper followed his example. The bodies were put aside in the bathroom and Dries in his pyjamas and Jasper in his onesie went downstairs to play. “Jasper, why was your bed so wet?” asked Kathy when she came downstairs with Koen later that morning. “The water bottle leaked when it was on the bed next to me,” Jasper said. He was a little afraid of Kathy’s reaction. “It doesn’t matter Jasper, it’s just water and it will dry out. Luckily the mattress is protected.” Jasper sighed in relief. He had been nervous about the reaction. “See, it doesn’t matter?” Dries whispered to him. Jasper nodded yes. “We’ll have to think of something to make sure it doesn’t happen again, Jasper. Luckily it wasn’t too much water and you’re sleeping at home tonight so the bed has more than enough time to dry.” Kathy continued. Jasper nodded that he understood. “I’ll try to be more careful next time.” Koen interrupted. “But we can’t be sure even if we try, Jasper. If this happens on a trip and all the sheets are wet, we’ll probably have a problem for the next night.” “It was an accident, it really wasn’t meant to be.” Jasper sobbed sadly. “I know it was an accident, but we can’t have that on holiday. I’m not angry with you, we just have to find a solution that works. We will see if we can find a bottle that does not leak. Is that all right?” asked Koen. Jasper was relieved that Koen wasn’t angry either. He nodded that it was fine. He was much happier than before. He continued to play with Dries in a good mood. Breakfast was prepared a little later, and in the meantime Heleen had also come down, washed and dressed. So they all sat around the table together. There was a nice chat and Jasper took the opportunity to ask everyone about the holiday. After all, Dries’ family had been there a couple of times. Dries and Heleen were enthusiastic about the campsite, the swimming pool, the playgrounds and the amusement park in the area, where they went for a day every year. Heleen was silent about the special adventure house they had booked this time. Kathy and Koen had told her they wanted to keep it a surprise until they got there. Jasper was very excited about going on holiday with them. “Mum?” interrupted Heleen Dries, who was talking about the pros and cons of the playroom on the holiday estate. Kathy looked up at Heleen. “Mum, when the school holidays start, we always go to an amusement park on the first day. Can Jasper come this time?” she asked. “Yes!” exclaimed Dries. Jasper looked hopeful. Kathy looked doubtful. “We were going to go to Fort Fun in Germany this year. It’s a long drive from here. We’ll have to see if we can arrange it practically and ask Celine and Helga what they think about it.” “We’ll discuss it later.” Koen said as he looked at Kathy. Kathy nodded in agreement and a moment later they cleared the table together. The boys continued to play. It was almost midday when Celine texted Kathy. << Thanks for letting my pig stay in your stable last night. Send him here for his midday ration >> Kathy smiled at the text. “Jasper! Time to go!” she called to the children. Jasper started to gather his things and put them in his travelling bag, and a quarter of an hour later he was ready to go home. “Bye, Dries, and will you come and play with us after dinner?” asked Jasper as he put on his shoes. It was soon arranged that the boys would have a nice afternoon of play, and then Jasper walked home alone. Dreaming of an afternoon of play, dreaming of a hopefully amusement park visit and dreaming of the holiday to come. It wasn’t just Dries at the door that afternoon, Kathy and Koen came too. Koen had the wooden bed rail in his hands. “Jasper, the straps worked well, so you don’t need the bed rail, do you?” he asked, handing the gate to Celine. Jasper nodded that this was indeed true. This morning they had been more concerned about the leaking bottle than the belts Jasper had slept in. So those belts had not really been discussed at that time. “I didn’t have any problems with the belts to sleep in, that went well. But I did wake up at night because of the cold, because my blanket was completely off me”. “That doesn’t sound pleasant,” said Celine. It will get warmer in the summer and hopefully it will bother you less. “Dries, are you coming up?” Jasper had just taken out a marble run and it was still under construction. “Sure,” Dries said with a big smile on his face. He sat down to take off his shoes, put them aside and walked up the stairs with Jasper to his room. “Would you like some coffee?” Helga asked, gesturing for Koen and Kathy to enter. “Black, with sugar please,” Koen said as he and Kathy followed Helga into the kitchen. The coffee was made and poured, and the parents sat comfortably at the table in the kitchen. “We always go to an amusement park on the first day of the summer holidays.” Kathy said. “Heleen and Dries asked if Jasper would like to come along.” Celine didn’t hesitate to answer. “That would be fine. Helga and I have to work that day and Gert will be happy if he doesn’t have to babysit.” “That’s nice,” said Koen. “Now let’s talk about the practicalities. We wanted to go to Fort Fun in Germany this year, and as that’s abroad and a long drive, a few things need to be discussed first.” Koen had clearly prepared for this conversation. Celine and Helga nodded that they understood. “We want to leave early in the morning so we’re ready to enter the park when it opens at nine. We wanted to ask if Jasper could stay with us the night before. We can put him in the car together with our children while they are still asleep and then they can continue to sleep for a while. We try to get there half an hour to an hour before the park opens so that we still have time in the Fort Fun parking lot to quickly change the kids’ clothes and have breakfast before the park opens”. “Sounds like a good plan. That early in the morning will probably be the quietest with no traffic, and it will also give you the most time to do fun things in the park,” Helga replied. “Can you prepare a rucksack in advance with everything for the day and a separate bag that stays in the car with breakfast and clothes for the day?” Kathy asked. Celine agreed, "Everything nicely divided into two. One duffle bag for the overnight and road and the other for the park. There were other things to discuss. After all, Koen and Kathy could not just take someone else’s child across the border. A consent form was immediately drawn up, based on an example they found on the local authority’s website, and luckily both families were insured with the same insurance company and the same type of insurance. After a bit of digging around on their website, it turned out that just sending an email to inform the insurance company would be enough. The paperwork was immediately done twice, both for the trip to Fort Fun and for the trip to the South of France. Celine and Helga insisted on contributing to the trips and holidays. They handed over an envelope with an amount that was more than enough for the trip to Fort Fun, the trips to the South of France, and a little extra for a snack or a souvenir here and there, as long as it fit in with what the Dries family was doing, of course. “If Jasper is travelling with us, I will bring Dries his old bodysuits and pyjamas that are too small for him, so that Jasper can have them,” Kathy said. "I promised to pass them on a while ago. When we go to France I’ll put them in Jasper’s luggage and he can take them home with him. Dries and Jasper continued to work on the marble track. Jasper tried to use all the pieces to make the longest track possible, but it didn’t work out very well. Dries also tried to help, but they always had too many or too few pieces. Finally, they put the last few pieces back in the box and let the marbles roll. They kept track of how long each marble took, and each had his own favourite. By the end of the afternoon they had a full rankings list. Jasper’s favourite was third, Dries’ favourite had won. For a moment Jasper felt a twinge of disappointment. It were his marbles, his marble track, and Dries had jumped in and his marble had won instead of his? In his mental eye, Jasper felt a dark cloud rise above him. However, he himself realised that his thoughts were unreasonable and he wanted to come to terms with himself. “Here, since it’s your favourite marble, you can have it.” Jasper said, holding the marble out to Dries. He threw the marble that had come in second place back into the box. In his mind, Jasper drew a big red line through the first two lines of the rankings. His favourite marble’s competitors were gone. So his had won! Jasper happy with the solution he had found, Dries happy with the marble he had received, both children went downstairs. Dries’ parents were just getting up to leave and took Dries home. “See you in school tomorrow, Jasper!” waved Dries. “See you tomorrow, Dries,” Jasper replied. Jasper stood at the door and watched until Dries had turned the corner. He was happy to have a friend like that in his life.

Thanks for all the kind words. I have a lot of balls in the air so I'm doing my best to keep this going. Hopefully I'll have some more time to dedicate to these things in the fall. I know it sucks when loose ends go untied for weeks; I appreciate everyone's patience.

So I was wondering how the community feels about Public Messing on purpose. Does it make you happy, does it make you self-conscious, does it give you a rush, does it not affect you at all, etc.?

As we get on with our day to day activities, me doing what I do and you doing what you do, there are others that have other things going on... Meanwhile... I woke up feeling a chill in the air. It was still dark outside but the street lighting was illuminating my room. Now that was strange because I know I pulled the blinds closed last night so something was up. I scanned the window and saw that it was wide open and that was definitely not the way I’d left it last night... no wonder there was a chill but more importantly I wondered if there was someone in the house. At that thought a different chill ran through my body, one of nervous apprehension as I deliberated whether to get up and investigate. The trouble was, under the bit of duvet that still covered me I was lovely and warm, it was Sunday (well it would be soon enough), so did I really need to see who had invaded my home? There was no denying it, as comfy as I was I didn’t like the idea of anyone uninvited in my home, so, pulled back the cover and barefoot, crept towards my bedroom door. That chill in the air was still with me and felt a little spurt of ‘anxiety’ enter my underwear. I was only wearing a pair of briefs but stupidly didn’t wonder if that was the best attire in which to meet a burglar. Still, I could hear movement downstairs, so that spurred me on, all the time thinking what kind of weapon I might need, and as stealthily as I could, tiptoed to the top of the landing. I wish I had a baseball bat like they always seem to have in movies but alas I only had me to frighten off any intruder. At 5’6” and just nudging 120 pounds I don’t suppose I’m much of a threat but I just hoped they didn’t know just how big I was. I made a coughing noise in the hope that they would hear me coming and that alone would scare them away. I had faith that they’d be dashing for the door and I wouldn’t need to confront anyone but as I descended there was a mechanical noise I couldn’t place. I stood listening for a few seconds before I moved into the kitchen where the sound was coming from. Had I somehow left something on? “Erm, who are you?” I asked with more of a query in my voice than the hard aggressive homeowner I’d hoped to convey. Sitting at my small kitchen table was a middle-aged man, looking fairly dapper but not in the least bit concerned about my sudden appearance. He smiled. “Ah, Martin, glad to see you’re up...” He knew my name but... “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my HOUSE.” Oh yes, that was more aggressive and showed I meant business. However, I still hadn’t made a move towards him in case he was armed. I looked around, something had changed but at that moment I couldn’t quite... oh yes, the place was tidy. The table normally littered with pizza boxes, sauce bottles and empty cans had all been cleared. The sink full of mucky plates and stuff was also empty and as far as I could see all put away. I couldn’t understand what had happened but I nipped across the hallway and into my small living room, which was often even worse and that was also spick and span. What the HELL? I stormed back into the kitchen. “Just who the hell are you and who sent you and disturbing my Sunday lie in?” I demanded. “My name is unimportant and for the time being so is who sent me.” He smiled and paused but I was expecting more. However, the silence that followed un-nerved me so I had to say something. “I don’t think mum would have sent you, well, not at this time of night, errr, day, um, what time is it?” I said to myself out loud. Then a thought hit me; Am I dead? “Am I dead?” I asked the smiling man in front of me. “Have I died and gone to... where do you go if you’re not a believer?” I said it out loud but was really only thinking it to myself. “Oh, so you’re not a believer in God? I don’t suppose you believe in demons and angels, vampires and werewolves... fairies and...” “No of course not,” I interrupted his flow. “I’m a grown up so don’t believe in Superman, Batman or the Avengers either... although I enjoy the films. I shrugged; I can’t be dead as I’m sure the first thing I’d notice is not an uncluttered kitchen. “A grown up,” he seemed to find the opinion of myself amusing and tittered quietly to himself. I looked out of the window and could see the start of dawn... and it looked like it might be a nice day; the horizon, or what little I could see of it behind trees and other houses, looked bright and cloudless. However, I returned my attention to the burglar. “So, you crept in through my bedroom window and...” “I didn’t creep anywhere young man... I do have my dignity...” He said with an attitude he shouldn’t really have, being a burglar and all, but again there was a lengthy pause in the conversation which I felt needed filling. “My bedroom window is wide open so I think it’s safe to assume that’s how you gained access...” “No, no, no you silly boy,” I didn’t like being called a silly boy, it’s what mum always called me when... no matter. But despite my look of annoyance he continued, “The window is wide open because your room stinks. You young men have no idea just how much pong your body exudes and as a result of your constant wank... erm, nocturnal pastimes, it sticks around like the mess in your pants... you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.” “Look,” I said quite awkwardly, “I don’t need you to lecture me on anything about how I live in MY house so, what are you doing here?” Why was I suddenly feeling guilty in my own home and...? “Well Martin, lucky for you, I’m here to help.” He smiled and there was a definite twinkle in his eye. “I’m not sure I need an old man with a cleaning fetish to help me with anything...” “Old man, OLD MAN,” he seemed annoyed as he blustered, “I’ll have you know that in some circles I’m regarded as quite a young and vibrant catch.” “Really,” I was enjoying seeing him at a disadvantage, “maybe in the knitting circle at the old folk’s home.” I scoffed. He stood up and I could see he was quite elegant in the way he dressed but was still indignant and harrumphed as he thought about what he was going to say next. “Be that as it may... but yes... I am here to help,” and looked me up and down. “For starters, I’m sure Mr Klein doesn’t want his designer briefs to get into such a state.” I looked down to see what he was referring to and of course he was correct, I’d been wearing my white cotton underpants for a couple of days now (perhaps more) and they had seen several days wear... and, erm, mmmm, nights when I come to think of it... AND I’d just done a nervous spurt of pee in them so they did look a little on the gross side. However, he shouldn’t blame me for wearing them nonstop as dear Calvin does make exceedingly comfy cotton pants, so, he’s the one to take the fall for this particular situation. However, embarrassed, I quickly covered the manky evidence with the palm of my hand. “When was the last time you took a shower?” He grimaced as I stood there looking like a little kid who’d just peed their pants, which of course I had. “I have one every day.” Now it was my turn to be indignant. However, I was lying; I hadn’t had a proper shower for almost a week because I kept getting up late for work so everything was a rush in the morning. When I got home at night I was just too tired to be bothered. Nonetheless, I didn’t need this lunatic having a go thank you very much. At twenty-three I had my own home and mortgage (well, no I didn’t but paid rent though he didn’t need to know that), had a job as a brickie on a building site and one of the few companies that seemed to have tons of work all the time. It was hard physical work but the boss took a chance on my scrawny body, gave me an apprenticeship at sixteen, and proved I could keep up and do the job. There was no doubt that the other guys on the site all took advantage of my small stature (in comparison) and I was the ‘baby’ of the team but, as I say, I could do the job and that was all they really cared about. With overtime I was managing to get by OK the only thing lacking was a social life, which to be honest I wasn’t all that bothered about. I liked my own company with my own special thoughts. He looked around the kitchen and his eyes landed on the washing machine. Surprisingly, I just twigged it was going. “I suspect, as I couldn’t find any washing powder, that,” he said nodding in its direction, “hasn’t been used for some time.” The little window on the front showed a soapy swirl of clothes though I couldn’t make out just what he was washing... and why would he use my machine? “What the hell are you washing...?” He harrumphed, shook his head in what I suspect was disdain and pointed upstairs. “I think it’s time you took a shower.” “Don’t tell me what to do mate,” I said mate with aggression rather than, well, you know what... he wasn’t a mate and I think he got the message. Except he did something that made me move, he sniffed the air around me and pulled a face of disgust. I took the hint. I’m not sure why this was the spur I needed but I turned and started up the stairs to the bathroom, he began to follow. “Erm, just where do you think you’re going? I said as I turned to face him halfway up the staircase. “To check you’re doing it correctly.” “I don’t think so... mate... I don’t need your cleanliness fetish anywhere near my bathroom thank you very much,” I added with a hint of sarcasm. He shook his head from side to side as if he didn’t believe me and flittered his fingers dismissing my argument and indicating I should get a move on. Again I’m not sure why but I carried on and arrived at the bathroom. Now, this room is just a place to do my toilet and have the occasional shower but it’s not a space I look after so was a bit nervous about this prim and proper gent seeing what an absolute pig I was. What I became was flabbergasted; on entering the small room it had become a spotless palace, everything gleamed and the toilet, well I could have drunk from the super-clean bowl that was for sure... if I’d needed to that is. “This was awful Martin, you really do need to step up... and then keep up to your chores.” He faffed around arranging an already well-arranged stack of towels (that I didn’t know I had) and tutted to himself. He spoke like I was a little kid under instruction and could feel my entire body blush in shame at being caught out like that. I should have said something to this intruder but was a little bit shamed by his comments. I had let things slide, I just couldn’t be arsed. “Yes, well,” I wanted, no needed, to say something in my defence. ”Yer well, we can’t all have maids and cleaners looking after us can we?” I mumbled but he’d reached in and set the shower going and indicated I should enter the cubicle. Reluctantly I stepped in but just as the first warm jets hit my body he pointed to my messy briefs. “I’d take them off if I were you.” “What so you can look at my todger, I don’t think so...” “Good grief man, do I look like I’m interested in your todg... erm, penis?” I looked him up and down and shrugged. However, his next comment struck a chord. “If I were you I’d pay extra attention to the area they cover,” and he pulled a face that left me in no doubt that he thought that my crotch was rank. Well, that’s what I took from his sneer. I wriggled my now soaked pants down my legs and kicked them off and into the room narrowly missing him. “Uuurrrgghhhh,” it made me chuckle knowing how they disgusted him. However, I made sure my back was turned as I didn’t want him looking at my cock... although why I thought him seeing my arse was OK I just don’t know. I eventually looked around and he’d gone, and so had my underpants. I vaguely wondered if he was some kind of undies pervert but then remembered the washing machine so settled that he was a hygiene perv instead. I took my time. It really was very nice under the hot shower, I didn’t remember it ever being this temperature in the past but put that down to the fact that the washing machine was running at the same time. Why that would make a difference I had no idea but that’s where my mind went. I also didn’t remember having so many bottles of shampoo or, I checked the label, Exfoliating Body Wash, Moisturising Creamy Balm, in various exotic aromas. On the other hand I was quite enjoying the soapy embrace of a couple of purple looking liquids that soothed my body and helped me relax a little. For a moment I completely forgot about my visitor. The novelty of having such a hot spray for a shower made me just stand there and let the soothing jets radiate around my body. Eventually I had to get a grip so applied loads of stuff and as the lather built up I noticed a loofah I didn’t know I had and began to exfoliate as the instructions advised. It all felt so gloriously invigorating I was enjoying the slick process. Oddly I felt quite rejuvenated by the time I turned the water off and reached for one of the fluffiest towels I’d ever encountered, Surely this couldn’t be mine as well? I mainly dried off in the bathroom and then ambled towards my bedroom still rubbing the remains of the lovely shower from my hair. As I entered the room of course he was there but the bed had been stripped, clothes hung up (I supposed) and all that remained to be seen was the mattress with the ever present waterproof cover that had always been there... at mum’s insistence when I moved in. One of the reasons I left home was because mum was always on at me for the occasional accidents I had whilst I slept. She wasn't awful about it, in fact she said she understood and wanted me to wear protection at night but, although there was obvious sense to that, I didn’t want to be ‘that guy who needed nappies’. She wouldn’t let up so when I got the opportunity to leave I did so... even though in some ways I regret doing so. Her tender understanding made me feel guilty so to avoid that I left, but, as they say, I made my bed and now had to lie in it. I really should be thanking this man for changing the bedding because I hadn’t done so for months... I guess that was already in the machine. Anyway, he was standing and surveying my hair. “That’s all a bit unruly but someone else will see to that no doubt.” He was more talking to himself than me but he indicated a pile of stuff that I hadn’t noticed on the dresser. “OK, let’s get you ready, you have a full day ahead of you.” “WHAT?” I was perplexed. I had no plans for the day, it was Sunday and all I expected to be doing at the most, was trip to the pub at lunchtime, have a couple of pints and return happy and gorge myself on a frozen pizza which lay unappetisingly in the fridge. “Look Martin I’m here to help and you have to trust me.” “Why? I have no idea who you are, why you’re here and more importantly... you weren’t invited.” He’d wandered over to the pile of stuff on the dresser. “Chuck us over a pair of pants whilst you’re there.” I called. “No pants today... something I think you’ll find a lot better.” I don’t know how he did it but there was a little shimmy as he reached for the first object. “Now then, why don’t you just lie out on your bed and I’ll begin.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He was approaching with what looked like a disposable nappy. “You’ve got a very exciting day ahead of you so I’m here to make sure you are completely ready for it.” “What the hell are you talking about?” But I just strode past him and opened the top drawer of the dresser where I store my pants. It was empty, so was the other drawer. “Where are my pants?” He put his finger to his ear as if to tell me to listen. All I could hear was the washing machine... oh... he’d put everything in the laundry. “Oh very clever,” I derided. “They were all pretty scruffy and, well, I think it will take more than one cycle to clean those things... the bin might have been a better preference.” Her shrugged and fluffed the disposable out in front of me. “Right, please lie out and I can get started.” “Listen mate... you aren’t going to start anything because I don’t wear a fucking nappy.” I hoped my anger would scare him off. “Maybe, but you want to.” His comment startled me. He saw that I looked shocked. “Oh c’mon Martin, everyone knows what you think about, what you dream about, what action you take to get excited when your need to fall asleep... and that isn’t fast cars and loose women now is it?” I had been feeling all nice, warm and relaxed but a sudden shiver ran throughout my body and I could hardly speak. “Wha, whattt, erm, ummmm, what do you mean?” “I know what your secret, and not so secret, desires are Martin and as I said, I’m here to help so let’s not play the ‘innocent’ because I know it’s not true. Now come on and let’s get you into this nappy to start with and then we can...” “Don’t be stupid. I don’t want...” I crossed my arms like a toddler would refusing to eat anything but ice cream. “I said stop with the denials and the temper tantrums I know, as your mother knew, that what you really need is a nice ‘special friend’ to take care of you.” “I don’t need a ‘special friend’ for...” My towel fell to the floor and I was standing naked in front of this stranger. Not only that but I noticed that all my hair had disappeared... I was pubeless. “You need a friend to look after you... some sort of father figure... like you dream about.” I shrugged and looked at the floor... I didn’t want to admit anything but came out with “Daddy left us when I was three so....” “I know that Martin and I’m sure you’ve felt guilty about your, shall we say, strange feelings that over the past few years have taken control off your more ‘nocturnal activities’.” “I don’t know what you mean.” But I did. The number of times I’ve erupted into my CKs just wishing... but this guy shocked me because I knew he knew and that worried me. “Look Martin it’s as easy as pie. Let me give you a nice dusting of powder, a quick flip of the disposable and you’ll be in it in a trice and more comfy than you’ve ever felt in a pair of Mr Klein’s undies.” “But, but, I can’t, it’s stupid, I’m not a baby, I’m a....” “Man?” I nodded but he knew that wasn’t exactly what I wanted. I wanted, like in every night time visualization and desperate longing to have a strong man to... But he dragged me back to the here and now. “Now, just let me check that you’re completely dry.” He took the towel and as I stood there naked wiped over every part of my body again paying special attention to between my legs. The depilation had done a remarkable job because I was so smooth I fair gleamed and my body felt soft and a pleasure to be inside. He nodded his approval, “Smooth like a little boy should be,” he murmured to himself. However, I was still battling in my head what he’s said, what he was inferring and whether I should comply with his demands. The disposable did look nice and thick and I had craved such a piece of underwear though never admitted it to anyone so no one but me had any... except... did mum know? “Did mum send you?” I nervously asked. “That’s not important at this moment little boy...” “What do you mean by that?” “Well, I don’t think it’s any surprise that this is what you’ve been dreaming about for ages and now...” “Look, whether it is or it isn’t... I make my own decisions and...” “Now stop that at once. We have a lot to do and I don’t need any un-necessary arguments about it.” “Don’t tell me what to DO.” I hoped I was more forceful with my displeasure but he just looked infinitely more severe. “You know sweet boy,” I knew he was holding a threat in those two words, “you’re not too old to be put over my knee for a sound spanking...” “Yes I am. I’m a grown man...” I pouted. “No you’re not,” he laughed in derision, “You’re just a little boy who needs some help...” “NO, NO, NO, NO” I screamed. “Right, any more of that and it is straight over my knee.” “No it’s not.” I countered aware of my rights. He stood stock still whilst holding onto my arm. “Do you really want to test me?” His grip was steely and looked far too serious to be challenged so meekly I shook my head no. In that instant he was correct, I was no longer a man with a job and responsibilities, I was a little hairless boy who needed a grown up for guidance. “OK then” He smiled and told me to lie out and let him tape me into the nice thick, fluffy nappy he said had my name on it. Like an idiot I looked to see if I could see my name but realised it was just a turn of phrase. Without so much as asking or with any kind of preliminary warning, he started massaging in some lovely smelling lotion. The shower of powder smelled equally as nice and felt wonderful being rubbed into my nappy area. The fact it was being applied by a complete stranger appeared to have slipped my mind. Although I think it was the threat of going over his knee that was the real reason. Strangely, what popped into my head was... this was a man looking after me, he wasn’t the man of my dreams, but it just felt agreeable. The thick velvety material pulled up between my legs and gently fastened into place was done with such care I wondered if I could simply go back to bed and sleep the sleep of the contented. It was like all my hopes and dreams had suddenly been fulfilled by this flexible and unbelievably comfortable piece of underwear. The impression of belonging, being a big kid and being looked after all bubbled up in my head... it was ecstasy. How could I have denied myself such a simple pleasure and what’s more – how did this intruder know? Meanwhile... elsewhere I was woken up by a firm knock at the door. I got up and looked out the bedroom window to see a delivery man with a large box who was obviously waiting for me to go down and sign something. The trouble was... I wasn’t expecting anything. He knocked again, this time a bit more forcefully, so I couldn’t ignore him even though I knew he must have the wrong address. When I eventually opened the door the young man smiled but I could tell he was in a hurry and offered me the pad to sign. “I’m not expecting anything... you must have the wrong address.” I shook my head and started to close the door. He looked at his pad. “David Evans,” he said reading the name on the box, and then read out my address. “Oh, erm, yes, that’s me.” “Well then,” he offered me the pad to sign again. “It looks like someone’s sent you something... maybe it’s something you want but didn’t know you wanted?” He smiled the cutest smile, which actually won me over and although I was still a bit perplexed as to why, I grabbed the box and hefted it into my hallway. “Pyjamas perhaps... enjoy,” he chuckled over his shoulder as he made his way back to the Amazon van. I closed the door and stood pondering who could have sent me a package. It wasn’t my birthday, we had quite a number of months to go before Christmas was upon us and yet I had this surprise gift. Oh bloody hell. I just realised that my dressing gown was open and my silk boxers, my pyjamas, were clearly in view and I was ‘sporting morning wood’... as the porn mags of my youth used to say. That puts the deliveryman’s comment into perspective. No wonder that grumpy face turned to a smile when he must have noticed... mind you, he wasn’t embarrassed by my cock’s appearance so... had it interested him? He was quite cute but I suppose the moment has now passed and I have this unknown parcel to open and find out who sent it and why. To my disbelief and confusion the box was full of disposable nappies, plus an assortment of bottles and containers of cream, powder and ointment (and who knew what else?). There must have been twenty packs of different styles and colours but I didn’t order any of this stuff and there was no accompanying letter or invoice from which company sent them. This was weird because, although I looked at quite a lot of ABDL stuff online, and loved the idea of looking after some little cutie (come back Amazon delivery guy) I’d never really thought about nappies for myself. I just liked to see them on others and even that was on specific people - boyish looking teens who needed a daddy figure being the preference. Still, as there was no return address it looked like I was stuck with them and their presence did make me reappraise my situation. It’s true that I had thought I’d found a partner on a couple of occasions but unfortunately they never quite worked out. A change of desires, the need to grow up, to exert their own independence - I wasn’t against any of this but those relationships ended with them finding that outlet elsewhere. I wanted to look after them, to be their daddy but most of all to keep them in nappies. It had been a desire I’d had for as long as I could remember. I wasn’t bothered about wearing such a lovely padded item but I just loved to see others in them. That fetish grew to such an extent it was what I needed to make any such rapport work, alas, lovely thick padding not for everyone. Despite at 42 being comfortable finance wise (I run my own company), fairly healthy (I followed quite a strict daily dietary and exercise programme), around 200 pounds and had loads of love to give to the right person, I was alone. My preferences for a mate had yet to be matched and I’d all but given up searching. However, this surprise package had quickly re-established that yearning but what to do with it... or about it? Of course doubt suddenly swept through my mind – had I inadvertently ordered something and couldn’t remember doing so. I quickly grabbed my home laptop (I have a home and a work laptop and the two are never used for the same thing), and checked the history. Nothing. I examined my phone to see if I’d had a message from Amazon about a delivery time. Nothing. And then thoroughly checked the box because other stuff I bought online was well signposted and had all manner of labels and barcodes. Nothing. In fact, I began to wonder if it was an actual Amazon driver who had delivered this box. I mean he was dressed like an Amazon driver, the van, ah, the van, I might have assumed was Amazon because of its colour but of course it might not have been I hadn’t paid it that much attention. Still, even if that was the case, who the hell had sent me this stuff... and why? Anyway, all this worry would have to wait because now I was up I had things to do. The early morning weather was OK and Sundays often saw a few of us fitness freaks out running, jogging and checking our Fitbits were working correctly. So, as was usual I got ready for my daily ten mile run. Once that was decided I hoped the fresh air would clear my brain and I could think about what now took up space in my hallway. I slipped on a pair of Adidas shiny Neuclassics shorts, pulled on my bright reflective vest, found my Nike running shoes and was ready in next to no time. I checked in the mirror that everything fitted tightly and thought I looked pretty good. Not that I’m narcissistic but I’ve tried to keep myself in good shape so there’s no fat, and at six foot two, I like to think I carry my hairy body quite well. Not that I speak to anyone when I’m on a run, the occasional nod is as about as far as I go for social interaction. I set my Fitbit, shoved in my ear buds and anticipated that I’d be back in less than 90 minutes. My cat stretched out, looked at me with utter disdain, curled up, settled back down in her chair and returned to whatever is the cat equivalent to the Land of Nod. # Meanwhile... back to the beginning I was overjoyed at wearing a thick disposable even though, at that moment, my padded backside was getting a firm pat from this strange intruder. The thing is it was nice; in fact, the softness of the padded material had been a surprise. I may have thought about wearing a nappy for some time but I never really imagined it would feel as wonderful as this. My Calvin Klein’s had enough smoothness, or so I thought, but this was way, way better. “I knew that’s what was needed,” said the smiling burglar. He seemed so pleased with himself to have got me dressed and giggling (I don’t know why) at my reflection in the mirror. The very thing I’d dreamt about and desired but had never acted upon I was now wearing. I did a little jig and examined myself from all angles, smoothing down the slinky padding and running my hands over the supple vinyl pants. I could enjoy doing that all day. “Erm, we haven’t finished yet,” The dapper little man explained, “We have a few more things that need attending to... raise your arms.” He pulled a pale green onesie over my head and fastened the poppers under my crotch, which sort of lifted the bulk and held it firmly in place... it felt terrific. “Mmmm,” the stranger looked at me from side to side weighing up options, “I think I know what will go best with this,” and as if by magic produced a pair of green short dungarees, which he had me step into. He wriggled them up my thighs and over the bulky nappy bulge and slipped my arms through the braces. “Mmmm,” he murmured approvingly, “you look very sweet.” The reflection said I looked like a toddler but I loved what I saw and all I needed was a stuffed toy animal and a dummy and it would be me, as far as family photos were concerned, when I was about two. The entire image had me wriggling excitedly like a two year old as well but it felt right though I wasn’t sure why. Conversely, though I was quite enjoying the moment, I was also wondering what the hell was going on. I mean, I’d let a complete stranger dress me as a toddler with barely a word of complaint but now, other than he seemed to know my desires, it just seemed unbelievable. Yet here I was looking as cute as a very cute button. “OK, OK,” he was still admiring how I was dressed and straightening my straps, which crossed behind my back, “what the hell is going on and who sent you?” I asked a little more petulantly than I’d hoped. He stood back, “A little boy should be seen and not heard, especially when he comes out with naughty words... so, I think we’ll have this,” and he produced a dummy, “in there,” and shoved it in my mouth, “and you need to be at your sweetest as you’re going to meet your new daddy.” “FWWWHHAAA?” I tried to say “What?” but the dummy interfered. I was about to take it out but he just shook his head and I immediately did as he instructed. “That’s better. Now,” he slipped a pair of reins over my shoulders and fastened them in place, “I need you to be on your best behaviour when we go for a lovely morning walk.” “Burr, burrrttt, erm....” My dummy was soaked in spit so I had to suck harder to stop from dribbling onto my onesie. “No buts, we have to set off now so let’s not be silly or drag your feet. It’s time to go....” The door opened and before I knew it I was walking down my garden path and out onto the public pavement dressed as a toddler and being guided by this strange little man who instructed where I should be heading. Those people, who were out and about looked, smiled and waved. Did everyone see this as ‘normal’? Although the outfit was incredibly comfortable, I wasn’t that comfortable with anyone being able to see me this way. I didn’t know what to do. Making a run back into the house wasn’t an option, I was tethered by reins, and stupidly thought I’d only draw attention to myself if I began to create, so the best thing was... to go along with it all. I was surprised at the friendliness of my neighbours, some I had never spoken to before but who had a cheery wave and a smile. # Meanwhile... erm... a realisation I’d just jogged to the end of the cul-de-sac where I live and joined the main road when the wind seemed to pick up. Thankfully, the sun was still shining and the breeze was on my back so adjusted my pace accordingly and... The Fitbit suddenly stopped working and the music I liked to run to abruptly finished. There wasn’t anything on the small wrist screen so thought about turning back and sorting it out. However, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d exercised without music, although these days it is a bit of a trial to do so. Mind made up - I’d carry on without my personal musical score. A low-loader lorry hurtled past and the noise from the engine wasn’t helped by the sound of a loose piece of thin plastic wrapping flapping loudly as it sped along. It should have been secure and I hated to think about it coming free, landing on a speeding car and the possible ensuing accident. Up ahead I could see another runner, well, I thought it might be a runner. He was small in stature but was wearing green shorts but looking over the fields and pointing something out. I assumed he must be on the phone and talking to someone but then of course what I dreaded happening, happened. The loose piece of plastic flew off the back of the lorry and I could see it was quite a considerable size as it billowed in the air before plummeting down onto that unsuspecting person up ahead. I saw it wrap itself around him and watched as tightly bound he tumbled down into a ditch. Meanwhile, the lorry continued on its way seemingly unaware of the incident it had caused. As I appeared to be the only other person around I rushed up to help and found someone thrashing ineffectively about trying to extricate themselves from what appeared to be a cellophane prison. I mean under other circumstances it could have been quite funny but I didn’t know if the victim was injured or not. I eased myself down the embankment and found a young lad caught up in a cling-filmy trap. “Are you OK?” I queried as I began to try and unwrap the poor bewildered chap. He was struggling and I wasn’t sure he was totally aware of just what had happened. “This,” I said holding up a piece of the wayward material, “blew off a lorry and wrapped itself around you... are you injured at all?” Eventually, after a few more seconds of fight he paused and I could make out there were tears in his eyes and he was crying. “ARE YOU INJURED?” I’m not sure why I thought by shouting would make him understand better but his tears told me something was hurting. “Don’t cry little fellow, I’ll soon have you out... don’t panic... you’ll be OK.” I was trying to calm him but he looked really shook-up and I reckon he was only a kid and possibly in some kind of shock. In fact, as I pulled some of the clingy material away I could see he was dressed as a toddler and obviously had a thick nappy on under his cute little shorts... which actually looked like a pair of kiddie dungarees... though he wasn’t as young as his outfit. I don’t know how it had done it but the clingy stuff had almost mummified him it was wrapped so tight. He didn’t say anything as he still looked pretty stunned at his predicament but it was like he’d been gift-wrapped for me. “Are you hurt?” I continued to pull apart the cellophane, which was a lot more difficult once I thought of him as a gift I was unwrapping because although I was trying to look serious, I had a smile on my face. He looked so sweet, confused and... just my type. Eventually I was able to free his head and he was able to speak. “It’s not funny.” He seemed pretty shaken. “No indeed not but are you hurt?” “Well I banged my leg and my ankle hurts but I won’t know until I’m completely free.” “No, yes, of course not,” I began to add a bit more effort into releasing him from his see-through shroud. I’d managed to shred it enough for him to move but all the time I kept looking at him and saw just what a cute lad he was... maybe he was a present. “What were the chances of that happening?” I helped him to his feet and saw him grimace a little when he put weight on his right ankle. “Oww!” “Oh be careful. Look do you live near...” “About a mile away I was with...erm... where the hell... um... just...” He looked confused. “Did you see the guy I was with?” “I didn’t see you with anyone... did you get a bang on the head?” He looked around some more and then down at what he was wearing as if for the first time he was aware of where he was. “Erm,” he looked embarrassed because the loose reins came into view as he turned adding another level of cuteness to this ‘present’. I jumped in. “If you think you can make it I live just down the road there,” and nodded towards the cul-de-sac, “let me take a look at your ankle and see if there’s anything else you might have... injured.” The thing was I could smell urine and wondered if he might have wet himself under duress and of course, the reason for the morning delivery came into focus. They’re meant for you, I thought, not me... and I put my arm around his shoulder and let him rest his weight on mine as he hopped the short distance back to my house. “Well this,” I said by way of conversation, “takes the biscuit. It’s been a strange morning already and...” I heard him mumble “Tell me about it” under his breath but I thought it might be best to leave the chat until he was safely home and I could check him out in case he needed any treatment. There’s a Minor Injuries Unit hospital not far away so I could drive him there if he needed anything strapping or sewn up. Of course, the first thing he saw on entering my house was the large open box in the hallway, and the packages of disposables I’d checked before leaving. He looked at me and still a little unsure said in a very small voice... “Umm Daddy?” Now I’m not stupid and was quick to connect all the dots so far today and I reckoned that someone somewhere had decided that I needed somebody in my life. I’m not sure if it was a reward for being a Good Samaritan or if I’d had a wish, perhaps had unknowingly met a Genie (ha-ha) and hadn’t known about it but this boy, this lad, this Gift, was certainly worth acknowledging. I patted his inflated padding “Certainly looks like it son.” He needed my help and protection... he needed looking after “Let me see what damage has been done... and then I’ll change your wet nappy, OK?” He looked both stunned and stunning but there was no doubt that somewhere along his journey the experience had made him wet himself. “OK” although his voice was low he smiled a wonderful innocent smile and looked relieved. “Did you know I was coming?” Again his question was loaded with uncertainty. “I didn’t... but someone did” I mused “However, for now, let daddy check that ankle.” “OK, thank you,” and with that he relaxed onto my sofa. Like my cat, who was still sleeping on her chair, he looked like he belonged. I don’t know how or why it’s happened but thank god it has. Yes, I thought, he’s just about perfect... my little boy is home. Meanwhile... erm... belief in a Fairy Godfather? There’s a gorgeous hunk of a man checking I’m not injured and he’s doing it with such care. My stranger/ burglar was nowhere to be seen and as this Knight in Shining Armour hadn’t noticed me with anyone... where the hell had he disappeared to? Anyway, this guy has a stack of nappies so it can’t be a coincidence. That burglar who’d invaded my home said I was meeting a... Bloody hell, is this the man... the man to be... umm daddy? The words slipped out before I knew it and did he just say he’s going to change my nappy? What was it the burglar said, something like “You don’t believe in demons and angels, vampires or werewolves... fairies and...”? ‘Had he been my Fairy Godfather?’ I asked myself incredulously. I mean, look at me, the way I’m dressed? I wouldn’t have worn this on purpose, um, would I? Not that I don’t like it, it was all the rage when I was a toddler but now I just feel... well... to be honest... it feels just about the most comfortable thing I’ve ever worn. I wiggled my butt and the padding felt pretty soaked... then I had another thought. Oh hell, I’ve just been delivered to my daddy, perhaps not in an orthodox way but still, here I am and, from the box of disposables, it looks like he was expecting me. He’s strong, he all but carried me back, he’s tall and hairy and has sensitive eyes... and the way his soft gentle fingers are inspecting my foot for damage... mmmmmm I could get used to this. Yes? I thought, he’s just about perfect... I hope he likes me. “Erm I’m Martin.” It was strange that only now I’d decided to tell him my name. “Oh hello Marty, I’m David... but from now on... you can call me...” Marty? Yes I thought I like that... and certainly liked what he wanted me to call him. ####### The End #######

A couple things... 1) That is pretty gross and assuming it was done in the place said then that's very unacceptable. Doing things like that at home, cool. Doing it in a place where you're serving others, not cool at all. I would assume if the facts are as presented they will be fired. I hope for their sake they were actually at home and just acting out a fantasy of some kind. 2) You may want to re-think where you get your news/information. LibsOfTikTok has been involved in a lot of really bad stuff. They generally exist simply to attack anyone with an alternative lifestyle, primarily LGBT people, and have doxxed people resulting in those people getting sent death threats. They are a hate account existing primarily to stir up hate against anyone different from themselves. Just take a look at the comments on the Instagram and website itself. They are more disgusting than the actual video. People calling for the person to be killed, talking about perversions and saying this all started with the acceptance of homosexuality, etc. Just some advice. You are, of course, free to do as you like.

@mwyeen Agree. One of the best benefits of wearing diapers is that I don't have to think and worry about bathrooms and toilets when I'm away from home.

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So far I have not experienced that a cashier has asked me funny questions or laughed. However, this thread reminds me of a commercial for the prevention of AIDS that once ran in the 90s in Germany. The slogan "Tina - how much are the condoms" is still known by many...

Victoria moans out in absolute pleasure, feeling the vibrations going through her warm poopy. "Yes mommy! Reward me more!", she cries out, moving her hips in tandem with Astrid. Her full diaper makes all kinds of lewd noises from squishing to squelching, as Victoria huffs and grunts. Continuesly pushing more poopy inside. "Poo-poo ...", drool starts running out of her mouth as she regresses more and more. Victoria completly gives up control to Astrid, feeling a powerful orgasm build up. She feels so little, so submissive as she feels Astrid claiming her with playful bites. Releasing cute little squeak between her moans whenever she feels Astrid strike again. Outside Victoria's office, Holly can't help herself as she reaches orgasm. At the same time she loses control over her bladder, wetting herself in absolute bliss. With a strong hissing sound she feels warmth spreading outward from her crotch and trailing down her legs. A surprised look on her face as she wets herself like a little girl. Feeling her knees become weak, Holly collapses into the rapidly growing puddle on the floor. She is horrified, but also incredibly turned on at the same time. After fully emptying her bladder, she starts regaining her bearings. Standing back up, she makes her way over to the lockers where she can get a new uniform. Leaving the puddle behind and leaving a trail to where she goes. At least the way is not far and as all nurses are fawning about Martha's procession right now, she doesen't meets anyone on the way. Changing out of her wet uniform, she starts drying herself, before grabbing a diaper and new uniform. Her wet panties still in place as the only thing she is wearing right now. Holly feels so horny, like a naughty little baby girl, as she enters the toilets right next to the lockers. Choosing a toilet stall, she drops the things she brought and sits on the toilet with her panties still in place. Starting to masturbate again, as she thinks back to Victoria. As her arousal increases a wet fart escapes her tushy. Doing it just like Vicky, she grunts and huffs, "Baby Holly will make a big poopy!" A couple more pushes and a hot warm mush starts entering her white panties, quickly turning them to a shade of brown as they bulge out. Straining to contain Holly's mess. Imitating Victoria again, "Mommy, I'm pooping! It feels sooo good!", releasing a deep moan as her panties start to overflow into the toilet. Just before reaching climax, Holly loudly cries out in absolute bliss "I'm having a big accident in my panties!!! I belong into thick diapers!!!", cumming hard as the experience settles deeply into her mind. In post orgasmic bliss she stands back up, letting her ruined panties drop to the floor with a splat! Holly doesen't know it yet, but this was the last time she would wear panties. Having ruined them in this way is only fitting. Cleaning herself up, she disposes of her panties in the toilet, as they are beyond saving. Preparing the diaper, she lowers herself on the comfy padding, her kitty slick from arousal as she does so. Closing it up, she puts the new uniform on top. Cleverly hiding her new undergarments.

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Hi and thanks when i mean caregiver i really mean a mommy do you know what i should look up cause i tried and get websites that look like scams

I had to attend a meeting tonight and I was in my Northshore Megamax diaper with 4 boosters to make sure I can make it though the meeting without messing myself. It's one of those things that being an adult baby is so normal for me.

This has been a busy week... I'm essentially "driving" my own life, plus that of my parents. I'm moving my stepdad into a retirement home, and my mom, well, I think she's probably living in the last place she's ever going to live, unfortunately. If you can call it "living." I'm not sure she's lamenting it, or aware of anything, really. Small blessing. I have a group of onlookers - my siblings - who have opinions but aren't very involved. That part has actually gone better than I thought it would have; they're an opinionated lot, but they seem to realize that "doing" is harder than armchair quarterbacking, so they've been pretty good, for the most part. They have verbally acknowledged that I'm doing all the heavy lifting on this file, and have stepped up where they can. I still feel swamped, though - I also have work, my own household, cars and pool equipment and appliances and pets that seem to know that I've got a lot of irons in the fire, so they come up with small but irritating cries for attention, a blocked drain here, a leaking fitting there, some weird sound coming from a tire, chronic diarrhea. Sigh. Behind it all, I have my two reliable friends who silently give, without asking anything in return. One, my wingman, is my diaper, literally behind me all the way (are diapers masculine, or are they feminine, like a ship? Or neutral? "She's quite the diaper...", "he's", "they're"...?). The other, of course, is Lady Ethanol. She's always there for me when I call. I try not to call too often, preferring less frequent, long conversations, to calling her every day. The two also pair so well - diapers and alcohol. They're like wine and cheese, pie and ice cream, sun and sand.

Susan whispered into Daniel's ear, "Unfortunately, not, baby. The stalls here are only for Amazons, and if I took you in there and one of the other Amazons saw you using it, we could get reported." Daniel whined when he heard that. Susan started rubbing circles on his back and bouncing him slightly. The other Amazon mothers looked at her with fond smiles, knowing what was happening, while the four-year-old girl let out a giggle. "Sssshhhh, baby, it's okay. I know it's embarrassing, but remember, you won't ever see these Amazons again after this, and I will be with you the whole time. Just focus on me, baby," Susan whispered to him. She set him down and began to remove his pants, revealing his pull-up for the first time. "Oh, baby, you wet your pull-up, and you didn't even notice. We might need to get better protection." Daniel's hands covered his face, and he blushed as red as a tomato. Susan knew she was being a bit mean, but Daniel had decided not to tell her about wetting his pull-up, and now he must pay the price. She also knew she could use this as ammunition later to further regress her baby. "Mommy, the baby had an accident," said the four-year-old girl. "Yes, sweetie, and that's why that little boy was wearing pull-ups like you. But unlike you, who has been able to keep your pull-ups dry, a little like him is just not capable," said the mother of the girl. The mother also noticed that Susan wasn't carrying any bag and waited with her daughter for Susan to finish with Daniel. Susan then pulled down Daniel's wet pull-up and lowered him down onto the girl's potty.

An excellent pairing. I don't know if I could ever go back to underwear now - I just find diapers too comfortable, both physically, and, psychologically. I started down this road about 4.5 years ago when I decided to wear disposable underpants for a weekend, to get some practice, in preparation for doing it for a few weeks when my family went away for part of the summer, prior to my joining them. When the weekend was over, I decided to see if I could make diapers work for a Monday.. then a Tuesday... then it was, could this work for a week? Then two weeks, then a month... It's a slippery slope, is all I'm saying!

I HAVE SO MUCH ENERGY THIS MORNING!!!! WOOOOOO!!!!!! Art by Cee-tan? I could be mistaken though... ;-;

Hi jen1234 The story was - The Trouble With Confession by none other then... me. It was one of my stories that I hoped might take off but there appeared to be very little reaction to it and so I found other stories that I thought might appeal more. I hate leaving unfinished stories up so simply deleted it on here but have every intention of completing it at some later date. I'm encouraged that you should remember it and so I'll take another look and, well, I can't promise anything.

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Hi and welcome to DD Jazz. Cute furry friends in your photo! It’s nice to meet you, glad you dropped in to join us. There’s lots of likeminded people here, I think you’ll feel at home. If you have questions, just ask. Relax, have fun, and enjoy!

Oh geeze, that'd be pretty awkward! That's a really good question - If only you could talk to the girls and explain the idea, they might have a shot at beating this thing. Agreed! Oof, mood ... Day 8 (Don’t worry about it.) Nicole told herself, repeating the words in her head like a prayer. (Don’t worry about it. Don’t worry about it.) She worried anyways, because no amount of silent hope could ease her anxiety. It was her first day back to work since her lisp had developed. She had to be careful about every word she spoke–ensuring she said the right words, focusing on how to pronounce them. Speech had become a chore, but she didn’t operate phones, and she didn’t have any meetings coming up. She could do most of her job without talking, she’d just have to power through the few bits of conversation that were unavoidable. What worried her more was the doodle on the potty training chart she’d seen that morning. Storm clouds for day and night, of course; she’d lost all hope of making it to the potty, at least until they could get this curse resolved. No, the new fear came from the sketch, which still managed to perfectly replicate Vanessa’s art style, and showed Nicole sweating in distress in front of a toilet. Nicole didn’t totally get it, but she hadn’t had much time to puzzle it out, either–there was just enough time to strip out of her soggy bedtime diaper and get work clothes on before rushing out the door. Not knowing was worse than anything. She could guess, but her guesses hadn’t been consistent so far–would the toilet attack her? Could it just be the final nail in the coffin for her potty training, an indication that she’d never make it again? Or was it something far, far worse, something she couldn’t even think of? She got off the bus and waddled into work. This part, she could do–her business-casual dress hid the puffy diaper that’d replaced her panties, her purse had three fresh diapers and plenty of wipes stashed inside, and a few polite ‘Hello’s were all it took to get to her desk and start working. To any casual observer, they’d think nothing was wrong. She could still pass for an adult, if– (No, I am an adult. I can still pass for someone who’s not cursed.) Nicole took the time to mentally correct herself, to ensure she didn’t slip into thinking of herself as a baby. She managed to be stealthy thus far, and there was no reason that couldn’t continue. Nobody at the office had to know that her last successful attempt to use the toilet had been days ago. Nicole got through the early morning hours smoothly. Conversations, when they couldn’t be avoided, were bypassed with lots of nodding, and when she did need to speak, she hid her pauses and concentration by clearing her throat or finding other ways to disguise the lapses. Big words were getting harder–she still held all her technical knowledge in her head, but explaining it verbally took more thought, or the use of synonyms rather than proper words. But–with effort–she did it. She passed herself off as unscathed, as potty trained, as an adult capable of operating in society. At least, until just before lunch. She felt the pressure just moments before it happened, and glanced around surreptitiously–nobody was looking at her, thankfully. She still blushed, feeling herself push muck into the seat of her diaper, a tidal wave Nicole was helpless to stop. Saving her work, she got to her feet, glancing around. She’d just need to get changed before anyone noticed the smell–no big deal. Waddling across the office floor, she stepped into the women’s room, and– (Oh god, no, no–) Sitting next to the normal trash bin, under the sink, was a sturdy table covered in waterproof plastic, plus a new bin with a secure lid. Over it, a handwritten paper sign had been taped to the wall. ‘Please dispose of all incontinence products in the sealed bin - thanks, Management’ They knew. Everyone knew. Her heart dropped into her stomach, realizing that all her efforts of stealth had gone to waste. Everyone in the office–at least, everyone with access to the women’s room–had pieced it together, to the point that they’d installed a pail and a changing table in the bathroom just for her dirty diapers. “Maybe–” she said aloud, shaking her head. “Maybe it’s from the chart. Like, it changed my room, why couldn’t it change this room too? That’s it–nobody knows, it just appeared here from magic.” Staring at the… she had to call it what it was, the diaper pail, Nicole didn’t know if she believed her own excuse or not. She just had to hope, and in the meantime, she had a dirty diaper to change. And she flatly refused to use a changing table, not when any of her coworkers could walk in at any moment. She would use a stall, where she had privacy. Walking to the nearest stall, she pushed open the door and–her heart rate spiked and she stumbled back, squeaking out a terrified, “Shit!” The stall was the same as it’d always been, just a porcelain toilet and a roll of toilet paper on the side, but the sight of it sent a shock of paranoia through her. Inching towards the piece of bathroom furniture, she could just imagine it attacking her–a monster coming up from the pipes, or just dragging her down into the water. She stared for a moment, then slammed the stall door closed. She just couldn’t trap herself in a confined space with that… Thing. She tried the other stall, but her reaction was the same–she just couldn’t stand the thought of being near a–toilet–for more than a second. Which meant… Sucking up her anxiety, she hopped up onto the changing table. There weren’t that many people in the office; as long as she was quick, she wouldn’t be caught. Balling up her old diaper and sliding it away, she attacked the muck on her thighs liberally with wipes, got clean, and pulled on a fresh diaper, slapping down the tapes and yanking up her pants. As she dropped to the floor and reached to pick up her diaper, though, she heard the door handle click. In a rush, she threw open the pail and tossed her diaper in, releasing the yucky garment just before her coworker walked inside. They made awkward eye contact for a moment, and she prayed that they hadn’t seen what she’d just been throwing away. The bathroom certainly smelled pretty bad, but hopefully they’d chalk that up to just normal bathroom activity. “Um–” Nicole said, stepping aside to the sink to get out of their way. “Go ahead.” She had to catch herself before issuing a meaningless warning: ‘Watch out, there’s a toilet in there.’ ... Can things possibly get any worse for our hero? (Yes.) https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

Mistake Two Judith didn’t notice me when I entered the house. And it was a house too, with an open floor plan and high ceilings. To my right was a sizable kitchen. Four wooden barstools were tucked into one side of an island countertop, and the floor was made of sandy white tiles. The other half of the room was carpeted. A large sofa was positioned between myself and Judith, and Judith was positioned between the couch and the TV. Behind the TV was a massive mural of a crashing wave, spanning the entire length of the wall. Judith herself looked a lot like her picture. Wavy brown hair, deep brown eyes. A bit shorter than me, a bit fatter than me, and a bit less attractive than me. Entirely and exceedingly ordinary. My first word to Judith Levin was "hello", and she turned to me with a start. In retrospect, I wish I had said something more important, more grand. But she was new to me. How was I supposed to know what would happen? "I'm Maria," I said next. "And you are Judith, correct?" “Yeah…” She answered with such uncertainty, like she didn’t even remember her own name. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes darted left and right, as though she thought the room around her might come to life. “Why am I here? Or… or how did I get here?” “What’s the last thing you remember?” I asked, pulling out my clipboard. The form clipped to it looked official, but all the writing was nonsense. “I… I don’t know. I was eating ice cream by the shore…” "Ice cream?" I took a pen out of my breast pocket and wrote something down on the clipboard. It was gibberish - just random scribbles - but if Judith tried to sneak a peek at my notes it would tilt everything in my favor. After writing the note, I returned to her question. "You were in an accident," I said solemnly. "Could I ask where here is, exactly? Do you know where we are?" "Where we..." Judith started, then shook her head in annoyance. "My family's beach house." "A beach house, hm?" Another note on the clipboard. “What is going on here?” she shouted. I clicked my pen closed and put on a sympathetic smile. She was so anxious, so uncertain, she would have accepted any answer I gave her. Actually, I was counting on it. "Don't worry, Judith. There were some... mysterious circumstances surrounding your accident. But we are going to figure this out together, alright?" "I want to call my dad," Judith said quickly. It was clear that she was starting to panic. "I'm sorry, but you aren't able to do that right now." In truth, she could never talk to her dad again. If she tried, he wouldn't remember her anyway. "The accident, the thing that happened to you... a lot of other people got hurt. We worry that this accident may not have been an accident at all, that someone deliberately..." I paused, shook my head, and sighed. I acted like I had said too much, though I hadn't actually said anything at all. "I'm sorry, but phone calls are too risky right now. A letter may be an option, but I'd need to talk to my supervisor." I let the silence fall between us. She was working out whether or not to believe my story. She didn't know if I was trustworthy or not. That was fair; I wasn't trustworthy at all. Finally, she said: "He'll find me. He comes up to the beach house every summer..." "Judith..." I paused appropriately, like I was giving bad news. The timing was perfect; it was something I had practiced a thousand times. "This isn't your family beach house." “What? Yes it is! How can this not be my beach house?” Judith frowned and looked at the different features of the beach house, at the wall, at the kitchen, at the very sofa she was sitting on, and then back at the woman, at Maria. “I know this must be difficult to understand," I said with a fake smile. This one was clearly fake; an attempt at making her feel better as I stepped closer to her. She took half a step back and I stopped, to allow her space. "This is a hospital," I said. I wanted to give her concrete answers; abstraction was dangerous. I had built up her uncertainty as a way to lower her defenses, but I had to be careful. That beach house was no more stable than a house of cards. "It doesn't look like a hospital," Judith said sharply. "Well it certainly isn't like any hospital you've been to before," I said. "But I fear that perhaps what you see and what I see are different things." "What the hell does that mean?" Judith raised her voice. "This is my beach house! That's my dad's room! That's the beach!" Her finger pointed first at a closed door, then to a large door wall on the far side of the room. Sure enough, on the other side of the glass was a sandy beach and a glimmering ocean. "There's no beach, Judith," I said solemnly. "It's just your imagination. If you try to leave this room, I think you'll find that there's no real exit." Before I said those words to Judith, they weren't true. She could have opened any door and left that house. She could have gone outside, onto the beach, and anywhere she wanted. But now that I'd put the thought in her head, she was boxed in. She was stuck. Sure enough, Judith hurried to the doorwall. She unlatched the lock on the sliding door and tugged at it, but it didn't open. I waited with a perfectly practiced apologetic smile. “I’m losing my mind,” Judith muttered. “Or maybe I died, and this is Heaven? I guess the beach house could be my Heaven…” "I know this is scary," I said gently, setting the clipboard down on the kitchen island and taking a few cautious steps toward the door wall. "I promise, everything is going to be fine." "You said..." Judith looked up at me with a lost look on her face. It was actually quite charming. "You said... there was an attack or something?" "We think so," I corrected her. "What happened? How did..." "We were hoping you could tell us that," I laughed halfheartedly. "You're the only one who was there that is still conscious." "If you tell me what happened," Judith started, but I was quick to interrupt. "I was advised by our psychologists on staff that giving you any information might lead to the creation of false memories. I don't want to keep you in the dark like this, but this is bigger than either of us. Please try to understand..." Judith was quiet. Maybe she believed me, or maybe she didn’t and she was playing her hands close to her chest. But either way, it was hard for me to get an accurate read on her. "Are you hungry?" I asked. I wanted to change the subject, something with a little less introspection. But more than that, I needed to build a rapport with this girl. The start of our relationship put me at a disadvantage, with so many unrealistic assertions. It was time to put on the charm. "You've been on an IV for a few days," I said when Judith didn’t answer. She gave me that same look of skepticism, so I tapped my arm on the inner side of my elbow. She looked down at her own and saw a needle mark. "Perhaps something gentle on your stomach, like some fruit or crackers?" She shrugged her shoulders, which I took as a resounding 'yes'. "Then I'll be right back," I said with a bright smile. "You be good while I'm gone." The look of incredulousness on her face was delightful. I returned to the front door of the beach house. When I opened it, she tensed. When the door closed behind me, I knew she would be trying the handle. I stood in the long hall outside Judith's beach house. It had concrete walls with plastic screens embedded into them. I went over to the panel next to Judith's door and turned on the camera. Sure enough, she was pulling at the door I had walked through. So predictable. It took me no more than an hour to find some food for Judith. The kitchen at Academy M was small, but well-stocked. I put a mix of fruits onto a paper plate and dumped a few spoonfuls of apple sauce into a bowl. I grabbed some crackers too, organizing everything onto a styrofoam tray. Then I made my way back to Judith's room. I checked the screen next to Judith's door. She was waiting behind the front door, as still as a statue. She thought she would surprise me. So I pressed a few buttons on the screen and changed the entry to the bathroom instead. Then, out of curiosity, I scrubbed through the video history. Judith wandered around the beach house a little bit, but never went upstairs. She went into the bedroom - her father's room - on the first floor, then the bathroom up the hallway. She tried the door wall again, and when that didn't work, she picked up a stool from the kitchen island and slammed it into the glass. I wondered idly if it would give way, but I'd primed her well. The glass held and she was stuck in her cage. Then she noticed the clipboard I intentionally left on the counter. The camera couldn't capture her expression as she looked down at the nonsensical form, but the turning of the pages was frantic. Not afraid, but maybe confused. I set the video back to the present and stepped through the door. This time, instead of winding up in the foyer, I wound up in the hall just outside the bathroom. I closed the door behind me and went to meet Judith in the kitchen. "I brought you some food," I said, which nearly made Judith jump out of her skin. She stared wide-eyed at me, then at the door she was watching. The door I left through. I tilted my head curiously. "Something wrong?" I asked. "That... you... where did you come from?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, you left through this door! And I've been watching it, so how did you get in here?" "I came in the same way I always do," I said carefully, like Judith wasn't making any sense. Like she was the problem, not the doors. "No," she said sharply. "You left through the front door, and you came out of the hall!" There was an intentional pause before I offered a solution, a solution that would only make her less sure of herself. "Perhaps you should draw me a map? Of what you think this place looks like?" Judith looked once more at the front door, then back at me. And finally, after a long internal debate to which I wish I could have been privy, she changed the subject. "Strawberries?" she asked. "I'm allergic to strawberries." "Oh..." I looked down at the tray, at the pile of assorted fruits, and flashed an embarrassed smile. "I'm so sorry. Let's just stick to the apple sauce and crackers then." I walked around her, through the kitchen, and got a paper plate out of one of the cabinets. I transferred all the crackers onto the other plate and put the bowl of apple sauce on the counter beside it. I set the tray of fruit aside; I'd take it out with me. "You didn't know I'm allergic to strawberries?" Judith asked, stepping up to the other side of the island so that there was a barrier between us. "You didn't pull my medical records?" "We didn't want to rouse any suspicion," I lied. The truth was, Judith had no medical records anymore. Or rather, though they very likely still existed in the system, they were unobservable. If the Academy tried to search for her, we wouldn't find anything. Judith Levin had been removed from humanity's collective consciousness, and that had more far-reaching implications than just "we don't remember who she was". Judith dithered on the cracker. She would hold it, but she wouldn't take a bite. The strawberry thing was an oversight, and I realized all too quickly that I needed to get a medical history. There were so many flaws in our system that we hadn’t been able to see until now. But first, she needed to eat. I picked up a cracker and held it up for her to see. Then I took a bite. "It's not poison," I said with a laugh. "I know," Judith said, a little embarrassed. She took a bite of her cracker. For good measure, I took a bite of the apple sauce as well, just to put her mind at ease. "You seem a little bit more wound-up since I was here last,” I said. “Could you talk me through a little bit of how you're feeling? For your patient record? Could you do that for me?" I decided that could you do that for me would be six very important words to Judith. I could have chosen any phrase, any word, but this one had some linguistic politeness to it. It would make her more willing to comply, and association was easy to build in this place. "I don't know," Judith shrugged, unable to meet my gaze. "I'm just... taking it all in. I can't believe this isn't real. But I went through the closets, the cabinets... none of our stuff is here." "At least it's a familiar environment?" I offered kindly. But secretly, I was overjoyed. The lack of personal effects meant some part of Judith's mind had accepted she was in a hospital. "I want to leave," Judith said quietly. "I want to go home..." "I know," I cooed. "We'll get you home." "After I remember what happened? How long will that take?" "We aren't really sure," I sighed. I pushed the plate of crackers toward her and she took another one. "But I have a plan. Ways to help spark your memory." I watched Judith's eyes light up with curiosity. With possibility. All she had to do was play my games and she might get out of this place. Of course, playing my games would only ensure the opposite. "But we shouldn't start now," I insisted. "You're still recovering, and you have a lot to process." "But..." "Trust me," I said, which was something Judith ought not to do at all. "We can begin tomorrow, but for now I'd like you to rest. Perhaps we can go over your medical history to avoid any further problems." "I suppose..." Judith sighed and ate her second cracker. Already, she was eager to lean into my plans. But I had to take it slow. I didn't want her to topple; I wanted her to fall gently into my arms. The two of us went through her medical history. Other than her strawberry allergy and some diagnosed depression, she didn't have a lot of risk factors. I would have to mitigate the depression a little, and I made a mental note - and an illegible physical one - to look into getting her antidepressants. Even a Touch couldn't resolve that problem. I made no attempt to hide Judith's chart from her, and often I would catch her glancing over at it. After the third or fourth time, I passed it to her. We were sitting on opposite sides of the couch. "You can read it if you want. I'm not keeping anything secret from you that I don't have to." "Oh, I..." Judith paused. She'd already tried to read it, and of course she couldn't. I watched a touch of pink fill her cheeks. "No, that's fine..." I wondered just how long it might take her to admit to me that she couldn't read the gibberish I'd noted down on the paper, but I wasn’t in a hurry. I smiled understandingly, and nodded my head. "Well when I'm done with all my notes, you are welcome to read them. Some other nurses aren’t as transparent, but I don’t believe in that." "Other nurses...?" Judith sounded confused. "I just assumed you were a doctor or something..." "Oh, no. Doctors never have time for patients, and patients are my favorite part of my job!" That technically wasn't a lie. "But I do assure you, I know what I'm doing and I confer with other professionals on your team." "Am I going to meet them?" Judith asked. "Sooner or later," I shrugged. "I'm your head nurse, but you might come across a few others. Truthfully, we hope you can just go about your life as normal and your memories will gradually come back. We will stock the kitchen so you can make your own meals, and you can use the TV to entertain yourself. There's no internet or cable, but we have DVDs. If I can get you anything else, something you might find at a department store, I'm sure I can make that happen." "So I'm under house arrest, kind of?" Judith sulked. "Kind of..." I admitted. "Though I hope you don't see this as a punishment. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and we want... I want you to be happy." The subject change was intentional. After a long sigh, Judith nodded. "I know. I wish I could remember..." "It will come with time," I smiled. "It's weird," Judith said. "We grow up watching movies and TV shows about amnesia and stuff, but it's not at all how they make it out to be. I know my name, I know how old I am. I remember stuff like this house, but then there's just this big nothing…” "The human brain is a wild and untamed frontier,” I sighed. “If only we had it already mapped…” "It hasn't been long, right?” she asked. “Since... whatever happened?" I could hear the concern in her voice. If I gave her a longer duration, it could create some dysregulation. It could make her more vulnerable. But she was dealing with enough uncertainty right now. She needed equal parts security, so I told her the truth. "About a week." “A week…” I watched Judith's fear leave her body, like a ghost. Those two words brought her so much comfort. Then she said: "But I need to tell my dad I'm okay. You said I could write a letter?" I did say that. I figured if she wrote letters to her father, I could read them and gain more insight into her mental state. But the letters were a mistake, and one I wouldn't realize for a very long time. "Of course," I said. "You write a letter and I'll make sure it gets delivered. But please mention in your letter that he can't tell anyone else that he knows you're safe. It could put him in danger." "I understand," Judith said confidently. Then, almost like an afterthought, she asked: "What was your name again?" "Maria Porter," I said. "But you can call me Maria." That night, Judith slept in the downstairs bedroom. I watched her on the monitor as her house was stocked with requested DVDs, some cooking staples, and not a single strawberry. I left a note on the counter for when she woke up, alongside a box of envelopes and lined paper. Of course, she wouldn’t be able to read the note.

While I think stepmom is rushing a little too fast with the humiliation, I am enjoying this story

Mikey is hopefully going to get use to being diapered 24/7......and babyed🧷

Astrid nodded and joined Vivien in rummaging through the clothing before settling of a pretty pastal purple dress for her girlfriend. It looked soft and was frilly! It also had a cute bow which would make it even more adorable on Vivy! Equally it didn't give much or any cover at all for Vivien's diaper which made things even more better. Astrid blushed as she saw Vivy picking out a dress for her. It was a good thing that they agreed to this otherwise she would of had a hard time picking a dress let alone putting one on herself. Astrid helps Vivy into the dress and gives her a playful spank on the bottom enjoying how full her diaper is right now. They were going to be giving everyone such a big show! The thought made her shudder and lick her lips. Jill nods her head, "That's fine and I'm more then happy to drive!" she was glad to be of service and understood that they needed more then just one more car, "I was thinking of upgrading to a bigger car maybe even a van so this is a good excuse to do that this weekend." she adds and nods, happily. Ellen and Rose decided to just wear the clothes they had on. They were both in long white dresses issued by the facility. The dresses came to above their knee in length and were slightly tight to show the shape of the diaper and that they were padded up. Jill give the two girls a little spank to nudge them forward, "You two want to be good big sisters to Little Mandy today don't you?" she teased causing the two girls to start fawning over Mandy with ease. Astrid stood feeling somewhat awkward as she held onto her girlfriend's hand as they stopped in front of three nurses that Martha seemed to know. She looked at Sophie curiously and the two others wondering who they were and if they were nice or not? She looked to see Sophie gushing over Amanda but soon had her own gushing nurse. The two twins, Susan and Sally, were both pinching her and Vivy's cheeks, "I can't believe your finally all padded up!" squealed Sally looking at Vivien and squeezing her diaper having a good feel while Susan was busy lifting Astrid's dress, "Aww! The big bad security guard is so cute like this." she adds. Ellen and Rose decided to step back from the center of attention wanting Amanda to get it all right now. They'd probably get some in Victoria's department anyway. Jill looked at the two with a smirk knowing that she would reward them later for being such good big sister's to baby Amanda, "Aww is someone being a naughty baby for us? I think she is?" coo's Jill loudly stroking Amanda's hair as she watches the woman buckle her hips in need and moaning deeply, "That's it! Cum for us little one." she adds softly whispering into Amanda's ear. Astrid blushed as Sally and Susan continued to coo over her and Vivy, touching them and playing with them like they were a pair of dolls to be played with. It was a lot to take in and they still had Victoria's department to go to next. The thought of seeing Victoria like this made Astrid squirm. She liked the department head, she liked how mean she could be and yet how soft she could be as well. It confused her, a lot.

Allison definitely has it in for Mikey. I don’t know why she is dragging the hole, going back to diapers full time, out. Clearly she has broken Mikey and he no longer has any means of resisting. I do feel bad for him. Being humiliated in public like that can’t be pleasant.

I would love to read how and where his diapers were stored in his room. 900 diapers in a standard 10x10 room would have multiple dresser drawers full, and the closet be packed top to bottom with diapers and nothing else. nice addition to the story

I wake up with a wet diaper almost every morning. I wear cloth diapers and plastic pants just as I did as a child in the early 1950s. I enjoy watching the morning news in my wet diaper.

Started diapering hubby because he started wetting the bed. About two weeks ago he fell asleep on a longer car trip and wet his pants. So yesterday before we took another trip I diapered him. Of course he objected but guess what. When he woke up he had wet and needed changing. He was totally embarrassed but I told him there may be times when he should be diapered other than at bedtime.

I've bought from stores a few times and never had an issue. The closest I could say wasn't a cashier, and I don't know if it was actually related. An older woman working at the pharmaxie saw me lookin at the rows of adult diapers and just asked "do you need help." I said "No," and she moved on, but gave a sort of odd smile that made me think she knew what I was doing. Perhaps I was just in my own head. Aside from that, I don't know that I've ever seen real reactions at all

Chapter 55 Part 2 “Was that really necessary,” Jamie asked as Amanda cleaned the Vaseline from between his cheeks. “Sorry. Mom just wanted to make sure you’re not getting sick,” Amanda said as she threw the wipe away and wrapped the thermometer in a wipe to wash later. “A guy skips one meal ...” “She’s just being careful.” “Where is she anyway?” “Upstairs wrapping presents. We’re not allowed in,” Amanda tittered. “Do you want some help wrapping yours?” “Sure. I never was good at that.” “Let’s get you dressed again first.” “Actually, can I go naked for a while?” Amanda ran her hand over his butt. “Are you getting a diaper rash?” “I don’t think so. Just want some air.” “Sure.” Amanda got a sweatshirt from his dresser. “Arms up.” She pulled his sleeper off him and replaced it with the sweater. “May I have some socks, too?” “Are your toesies cold,” she asked as she wrapped her hands around his tiny feet. “Oh my goodness, they are freezing.” Amanda got a pair of his wool socks out and slipped them on his feet. He chuckled. “Does that tickle?” “No, I was just thinking how funny it is. Where I’m from nobility would fight for the job of dressing the king.” “Harhar.” She rubbed his feet between her hands for a few seconds before putting him on his feet. She thought for a moment and took a diaper from the changing table, unfolded it and set it on the floor. “Do you mind sitting on this, just in case?” She wasn’t sure what risk of an accident she took leaving him naked. “Um, I guess not,” he frowned. Amanda’s lips curled into a wry apology, but she didn’t take the diaper back. “Why don’t you get the gifts out of the closet, and I’ll go steal some wrapping stuff from Mom.” When she came back, Jamie had his small pile of presents arrayed on the floor, and he sitting on the open diaper with his legs wide enjoying the air. “Is that all of them?” “All of them except yours.” “I convinced Mom to crack the door to slide me a roll of wrapping paper. It’s like she’s running a secret operation up there.” “Must’ve got something she’s really excited about giving.” “The big question is which one of us it’s for.” Jamie did most of the work, leaving Amanda to fold the paper over the sides of the boxes. That was the part he could never do well. It was never crisp and sharp like it should be. Jamie wrote the labels, thinking maybe he should use some of his abundant free time to work on his penmanship. The last one to wrap was Cheryl’s. It was already wrapped in brown paper from the frame shop. They just needed to wrap it in something more festive. “This turned out really well,” Amanda said. “You don’t think it’s kinda presumptuous?” “Not at all.” “Ella helped.” “Did you tell her who it’s for?” “Of course I did. She knows all about Cheryl.” “That’s good.” “What? You thought she’d be jealous?” “Maybe.” “You and her think the same thing – that Cheryl probably doesn’t have those feelings for me anymore, if she ever did.” “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” “Good, I guess.” “You wanna talk about it?” Jamie sighed and climbed into Amanda’s lap. “So that’s a yes then,” she said with a smile. Of all the ways that Jamie made her feel like she must be one of the top-5 people in the world, that he trusted her with his feelings, and especially on the subject of Cheryl, was the best way. She knew he didn’t talk with their mom about her. Whether that was because of the age difference or because it’s easier to talk about these things with your sister than your mom. “She’ll be here two days after Christmas,” Jamie said. “Yeah.” “So she’s here already.” “Mhmm. In quarantine. You can call her, if you want. Offer is still on the table.” “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m not sure we should start talking about stuff not face to face.” “That’s smart. She probably agrees. She could have called, too.” “Do you think it means anything that she hasn’t?” “Probably just that she’s thinking the same thing as you. Plus, you’ll get plenty of time to see her. She’ll be here for four days.” “I’m glad she decided to stay at the agency quarters.” “Makes things a little easier, huh?” “Yeah.” “Are you still worried about her reaction to seeing you as Jamie?” “I am Jamie. I just, well, you know.” “I know. And we’ll be discrete while she’s here.” “It’s not her first time in the dimension.” “It’s not?” “No. But I don’t know how much she’s seen. I don’t know if she’s ever been to San Siena.” “Well, maybe we can show her around some.” They sat in silence for a few minutes. “Are your toesies warm yet?” “Mostly.” “Wanna go do something?” “Like what?” “I dunno. Bake Christmas cookies?” “I think one more cookie is gonna make me diabetic.” “Play outside?” “It’s muddy.” “Give me a back rub?” “Okay.” Jamie got off her lap, Amanda laid down, and Jamie climbed onto her. When he was done and she was content, he laid down on top of her. “Kind of a slow day, huh, Jamester.” “Yeah.” “They can’t all be gems, I guess.” Becky smiled when she walked past the door. “Hey, Amanda?” “Yeah, Mom?” “I don’t know if you noticed, but there’s a naked bear on your back. A bare bear.” “Good one, Mom.” She came into the room and bent down to feel Jamie’s forehead. “He didn’t have a fever, did he?” “No.” “Are you hungry yet?” She sat down on the floor next to them, tugged Jamie’s sweatshirt up, and ran her fingers up and down his back. Like he always did, she shuddered when her fingernails brushed the small of his back. “A little.” “We could go out for an early dinner.” “Don’t wanna cook?” “It’s time I told you the truth, Manda. I only started cooking because if I didn’t feed you they’d have taken you away.” Amanda chuckled. “Not your favorite chore, huh?” “I’d have thought my baked chicken would have made that clear a long time ago.” “Yeah …” “’Yeah’ what?” “The breading was always soggy.” “I know. What about you, Jamie? Early dinner sound good?” “Mhmm.” “Ooh, I know,” Manda said. “What?” “After dinner we can drive around and look for good light displays.” “We could still put up lights,” Becky said. Jamie had insisted his Christmas would be just fine without them. She wanted more than anything to make this his best Christmas ever. She had a feeling his previous ones hadn’t been all that great, but she never directly asked. “I think the ones on the boxwoods are enough,” Jamie said. He didn’t want her to go to any more effort on his account. It wasn’t like he could see the lights – they would be outside, and he’d be in. “No need to go all ‘Griswold Family Christmas.’” “What’s that?” “A Christmas movie.” “Maybe we can try to find it and watch it.” “That’d be fun.” “We can try the library. They have stuff from his world. If we leave now we could make it before they close.” Amanda quickly got Jamie dressed. They were in luck at the library. A shelf in the back corner of the little section had an array of Christmas movies. “What’s a ‘Hallmark Movie,’” Becky asked. “You’ve seen it,” Jamie said. “Um, pretty sure I haven’t.” “It’s about a woman with an important job who lives in a big city and goes home for Christmas even though she’s addicted to her work and doesn’t want to go back to her home town. She spends the first two days there in a bad mood staring at work emails until her younger sister/former best friend she hasn’t seen in forever drag her to the only bar in town where she runs into the guy she almost dated in high school and who wanted to date her but they always missed the connection. Now he runs a diner/bookstore/bed and breakfast/organic farm/custom carpentry shop. They reconnect, hit it off, and he tells her how unhappy she seems, and then they fight, and then she admits it, and then she’s all conflicted about staying or leaving or staying, and then Christmas is over, and she leaves, and he’s sad, and then she’s back the next day and says she doesn’t want to be a lawyer/marketing executive/music producer/CEO/executive vice president of global sales development anymore, and then he proposes, and the movie flashes forward to her happily running a bakery/clothing boutique/organic farm/children’s clothing line in their hometown while raising babies.” “Oh,” Becky said, “I think I have seen that. Except it was Harvest Day. I kinda liked it.” “I know. And so do the good people at Hallmark.” Amanda looked at the cover. “If it’s Christmas, why are there leaves on the trees?” “Bad production values.” They took Christmas Vacation, the Hallmark movie, and A Christmas Carol. They were cleaned out of Christmas cartoons, which was fine with Jamie. He didn’t need the sound of singing Chipmunks stuck in his head. When they went to check out, the librarian recognized Jamie. “Hey! I remember you. The little boy who’s so good at reading.” “That’s him,” Becky said beaming with pride. “I thought you were going to come back and do story time again.” “Oh, well, I guess we kinda forgot,” Amanda said. She looked at her mother. “You remember that day, in the park?” “That was the same day,” Becky asked. “Yeah.” “We’d still love to have you back,” the librarian said. “What do you think, Jamie?” “Sure. We could make it a regular thing even.” “Once a month?” “I think we could manage that,” Becky said. The librarian gave Becky her card. They picked up a pizza on the way home, and all three of them changed into their pajamas to watch the movie together. Jamie sat between them. About twenty minutes into the movie, Amanda couldn’t take it anymore. “They’re so cute!” “You’ve never seen a movie from my dimension before?” “No,” Becky said. “Do you think he’d wanna be adopted,” she asked Jamie. “Yeah, you don’t wanna adopt Randy Quaid.” “I wanna help him put his lights on his house,” Amanda said as she watched Chevy Chase. “Why?” “Because he’s just so helpless and incompetent,” she cooed. “Look at him – he’s gonna get hurt on that ladder all by himself.” Jamie hadn’t seen this coming. He laughed, but they “oohed” and “awwwed.” “Oh, I’m sorry,” Becky said toward the end, “But even I would spank his little fanny.” Jamie looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “Kidnapping your cousin’s boss is a no-no.” “Maybe I’ll watch this again tomorrow, alone,” Jamie said under his breath. Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but he was too busy watching the show going on to his left and right to concentrate on the movie in from of him. He began to suspect watching that many humans interacting in their natural environment was to them what watching a YouTube video of puppies was to him. “Weird,” he said when the movie ended. “Well,” Becky said as she switched the TV off, “Did you enjoy that?” “Yeah. Did you guys?” “It was really sad when the bird didn’t turn out and that little started crying,” Amanda said. “Um, okay,” Jamie replied. “You do realize it was a comedy, right?” “Ohhhh,” Amanda said. “Really,” Becky asked. “Uh, yeah.” “Well that makes more sense.” “What did you guys think?” “I thought they were just having a horrible Christmas.” “Why’d you think I was laughing?” “Um, some perverse pleasure in watching their holiday get ruined?” “Manda!” “Well, at least I thought that was really out of character for you.” “I think it’s bedtime,” Becky said as she shifted Jamie to her lap. “You ready?” “Yeah,” Jamie yawned. It had turned into a long day.

Chapter 52 “How are we supposed to decorate it,” Jamie asked as he stared up at 16-foot tree. The tree lot was run by group raising money for some good cause, and it seemed the men volunteering were divided between those under 25 doing the work and those over 25 drinking around a fire and eating fattening meat hot off a grill. Jamie would have been happy to pull up a chair, but he was happier to be picking out his tree. “With giant ornaments … well, giant for you,” Becky replied. “Will it even fit on the car?” “Of course it will. You sure this is the one you want?” “Yeah. I think so. Do you like it?” “Yeah. This is our first tree.” “Really?” “Well, when you don’t have a little it’s just not that big of a holiday.” “Oh. Where did Manda go anyway?” “She’s flirting with one of the boys selling trees.” “What!?!” “You’re really gonna have to get over that, kiddo.” “Maybe when she’s 25,” Jamie grumped. “Let’s go put him to good use at least. You can glare at him the whole time if you want,” Becky winked. Jamie took her up on the offer while he got the tree on top of the car, and to top if off he tugged on Amanda’s pants until she looked down and he said, “I’m cold.” “You are?” She picked him up and rubbed his back. “Well, we’re almost done here, and then we’ll go get some warm food.” When tree boy had the tree secured, Becky paid him. “Who wants dinner,” Becky said. Her babies both responded with, “Me!” O’Donnell’s was just down the street. Becky and Amanda walked, while Jamie got carried. Walking through the door of the restaurant, they passed from the cold air into the warm and crowded restaurant, redolent with the glow of winter and holiday cheer, voices and laughter merry with the spirit of friendship. The edges of the ceiling were strung with white lights, and a small tree sat on top of the bar. “Three please,” Becky said. “High chair or booster,” the hostess asked. Becky looked at Jamie, who shrugged. “Whatever gets us a table faster,” Becky answered. She showed them to a booth and came back with a booster for Jamie, which she wedged in next to Becky. “This is a bit snug,” he said. “Wanna try my lap?” “Yes, please.” Becky lifted him back out and set him on her lap. “What looks good to you, baby?” Other than the TexMex place, he’d eaten here more than anywhere else. He knew the menu by heart. “The onion soup and the chicken sandwich.” “Hungry?” “Very. I’m a growing boy.” “No, you’re not,” she said while tickling his belly, “But baby bears like you gotta bulk up for the winter.” After they’d ordered and gotten their drinks, Amanda asked, “So you wanna get some presents for your friends, huh?” “Yeah, but I don’t know what to get them.” “Well, what do they like?” “Ella likes art, and Rosie … likes … everything.” “Well, what if we went to an art supply store and picked out some things for Ella, and maybe we just need to go to the toy store for Rosie.” “What about Cheryl?” That was the really hard one. Even if he could find some clothing appropriate for her to wear back home, a blouse or scarf or hat would be too little. On the other hand, jewelry, which wasn’t an option anyway would be too much. And some knickknack just so she could take it home and put it on a shelf wasn’t enough, either. His gift had to say something. “What if you made her something?” That seemed a particularly childish way to give someone a gift. “Isn’t that a bit of a cop out?” “A lot of littles make gifts for people.” “Exactly, a lot of littles. I’m not a little to her. It should be something more substantial. Shouldn’t it?” Jamie had never had someone like Cheryl to give a gift to at Christmas. “I don’t mean like scribbling a card. You got a few weeks. I bet you could make something really nice … you could draw her something. You’ve gotten really good at that. And we could put it in a frame.” “Like what?” The idea was more appealing to Jamie when she put it like that. “That part I think you need to work out for yourself.” Amanda knew, if nothing else, how complex Jamie’s relationship with Cheryl was, and she didn’t want to wade any farther into it. ______________________________________________ Jamie had never been to a caroling or cookie party before. He did, however, remember eggnog from office holiday parties, and watching bigs drink it, he came to the conclusion it looked like a cup of snot in every dimension he knew of. He was glad of the sippy cup of milk his mommy had brought along for him. It had certainly loosened his tongue for the caroling. The heat of Jane’s home felt good after the cold outside. They hadn’t put much effort into caroling, only going up one block and back, but it had been enough to put color in his cheeks and sap the feeling from his toes. Becky insisted it was an unusually cold night, and Jamie hoped she was right. It was still early in the season after all. The surprise of the night had been Rosie. Jane had carried her to the first house, and she set her down at the threshold. Rosie knocked on the door, and when a big opened it, cradling her own very regressed little, Rosie had begun singing like an angel. Whatever headspace Rosie was in, she was a perfect soprano, hitting every note exactly, the frigid air carrying her voice away into the night clear as a ringing bell above the din of the rest of them. He decided to try to coax her into talking that night with a cookie, the classic symbol of affection among littles in every dimension. There were a lot of cookies to pick from. There were almond cookies dusted in confectioners’ sugar. There were sugar cookies with a blob of chocolate in the middle – those had been made by Becky. There were four kinds of chocolate chip cookies. Cookies with fruit. Cookie bars. Candied nuts. Brownies. Supposedly healthy cookies no one was touching. There was even a table of little cookies. With the top of the dining room table at eye level, Jamie surveyed his options. Two of everything seemed greedy, and more than he could carry, but the thought crossed his mind. It’s hard to tell what a cookie is like without trying it, and Jamie wanted a soft and chewy cookie. Becky liked those, too, and out of the four batches she made, one turned out that way (and she’d saved it for home), while she muttered under her breath at the others. Jamie made the call that he was in a chocolate chip kind of mood and reached for two of those. Slap. “Those are for bigs, little boy. Some cookies for you are right over here,” some stranger said, trying to lead him to the other table. “Did you just slap my hand?” It stung a little, but it was the principle of the thing that mattered most. “We’ll get you all set up …” “Excuse me!” “And maybe a nice cup of milk, huh?” “Manda!” “Inside voices,” the oblivious big woman said. Jamie quickly ran through is options in the crowded room. He wasn’t one for creating scenes, but at a minimum he wanted to call her what she was, and loudly, and possibly stomp on her foot. Jamie was a gentle person, but she’d crossed the line from inconsiderate big to miserable bully when she’d smacked his hand. He was getting angrier by the millisecond. He didn’t see Amanda through the forest of tall legs. “MANDA!!!” That got a few people’s attention, including Amanda’s. She knew Jamie didn’t shout her name except when bigs were being mean to him. She quickly pushed through the mingling people, finding Jamie staring up defiantly at a Rochelle, Jane’s sister. Amanda knew her enough to know she didn’t really care for her. She tried to speak first, but Jamie beat her to it. “She hit me!” “WHAT!?!” “It was just a little tap on the hand. See? We're getting him all set up …” Amanda scooped Jamie up and carried him away. She knew she shouldn’t engage with Rochelle right then. She wasn’t big on making scenes, either, and she knew herself well enough to know there was no way she could say anything to Rochelle in that moment without losing control of herself. “Baby, what happened,” she said when she got him into the kitchen where it was quieter. “I was reaching for a cookie, and that …” He swallowed down an alphabet of epithets. “… person slapped my hand.” “Let me see.” She took his hand, and looked at it. There was no sign she’d touched him, but that wasn’t the point. “Does it hurt,” she asked. She kissed it twice. “No.” ‘I’m sorry, baby.” A slap on the hand, as much as it infuriated Amanda, wasn’t enough to send her over the edge. Anything more and Rochelle would have had a lemon bar protruding from her forehead. “What do you want to have happen right now?” She’d let him decide how big a deal to make of it and when. Jamie sighed. “I was getting a cookie to take to Rosie,” he said. “Do you want to do that still?” “Yes.” “Okay. Let’s go do that, and I’ll have a word with Mom later. You just go play with Rosie.” Amanda set him down, knowing he’d want to walk back to the table just to stick to that woman, and the two of them walked back into the dining room where Rochelle was mingling like she’d done nothing more than scold a puppy for sniffing her plate. “Take whatever you want,” Amanda said loud enough to be overheard. Jamie collected his two cookies, gave that woman a dirty look, and collected two more, because fuck her. “I think Rosie is in the playroom,” Amanda said. “Thank you.” She knelt down to give him a hug and kiss. “Sorry. Thanks for not losing your temper.” “You too,” Jamie said. He knew she could be as hot headed as he could be. It had perturbed him, his newfound tendency to lose his patience when he was being demeaned, when he’d first arrived, but now he just took it as a new part of being Jamie. Jamie had no need to hold in those emotions and try to be the bigger person, at least not when he didn’t want to be. He knew there was a line past which he went from being wronged to being wrong, and Becky and Amanda would remind him of it after the fact, but shy of that line, he was getting to be okay being angry when he was angry and put out when he was put out and not having to sublimate those emotions. “Not that big a deal, I guess,” he added. “Yes, it is,” Amanda hissed. Jamie recognized the flash in her eyes. “Thanks for sticking up for me,” he said. “Make good choices.” “Part of my job.” She spun him around and sent him on his way with a tap on the butt. “Go play.” She watched Jamie walk out of the room and turned on Rochelle. She was ready to go let her mother or Jane know what happened, to let them deal with it adult to adult or sister to sister, but Amanda realized, for the first time, she was an adult, and she was Jamie’s guardian. Perhaps it was the latter that made her realize the former. So it was as Jamie’s guardian and a fully fledged adult that she interrupted Rochelle in mid-conversation and poked her hard in the chest, declaring loudly but not quite shouting, “Don’t you ever touch my little again ever!” She spun on her heel and walked away, leaving Rochelle embarrassed and a few people wondering what had transpired. Amanda knew, however, that was unlikely to be the end of it. She was right. While that low-level drama was happening in the living room, Jamie found Rosie sitting on the carpet scribbling in a coloring book while a few other littles played quietly together. There was something about the room that reminded Jamie of a monastery. “I brought you a cookie,” Jamie said as he sat down next to her. “Two cookies, actually.” Rosie responded by looking up and smiling at him, then taking one of the cookies and putting into directly into her mouth. “Tank u,” she said around it. “You sing very well.” Rosie finished her cookie. “Where did you learn to sing like that?” Rosie responded by kissing Jamie on the cheek, surprising him, and saying, “Thank you,” again. He surmised it was for the compliment. She didn’t seem in a talking mood, but he didn’t want to give up. “Some big slapped my hand when I reached for a cookie.” That got her attention. “Large woman who smells like foundation makeup?” “Yeah.” “That’s my Aunt Rochelle. If she weren’t my mommy’s sister she wouldn’t be here. They don’t really get along.” “Why not?” “Different personalities. I don’t like her, either. She spanked me a few times.” “She what!?!” “Like 10 years ago …” The sound of Jamie’s breathing finally made her look up from her coloring book. “What’s wrong?” “She … that … she …” Jamie started to get up. Rose grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It was a long time ago. You don’t need to be angry about it.” “But …’ Jamie wanted to throw something, punch something, preferably Rochelle. How could anyone hit a little, but especially Rosie? His neck was red. “Jamie, it’s okay,” Rosie said, seeing Jamie was struggling to keep his emotions in check. Meanwhile, in the family room Rochelle had found Becky. “You’re child and your little are really misbehaving tonight.” “Excuse me?” “Your little threw a tantrum when I wouldn’t let him get a cookie, and then your daughter poked me and yelled at me.” “What?” “He reached for a cookie and I pulled his hand away, and he shouted for Amanda. Then she just gave him a cookie anyway – four, actually – and then came back and poked me in the chest and told me to never ‘touch her little’ again.” Becky gasped, which Rochelle figured was due to her recognizing how naughty her children were being. It got Jane’s attention. In the playroom, Rosie was trying to talk Jamie down. “Jamie, really, it’s okay. It was a long time ago, and I’m over it.” He looked less prone to tear the room, or Rochelle, apart, but now he looked sullen and brooding. “C’mere.” She scooted next to him and put her arms around him. “She shouldn’t have done that,” he said. “People shouldn’t do that. I …” “You what? It’s not your responsibility.” “But …” He still struggled with that. If not him, then who? “Would it help if I said I’m sorry?” “For what?” “For telling you. I didn’t think it would make you so upset.” “I’m upset for you.” “I know. You don’t have to be; I’m not. I don’t want to you to be.” “Still.” “‘Still’ what? It was a long time ago, and Jane made it right.” “How’d she do that?” “By making sure it would never happen again.” “Why did it take her more than once?” “Because … I guess because her views evolved some. That’s a good thing, right?” “Yes.” “So cheer up already, dammit! It’s Christmas time.” He exhaled. “For you.” “Have a cookie. You fought for it.” He took a bite of his cookie, soft like he wanted it to be. “Wanna help me color something?” “Okay.” She tore a page from her coloring book and handed him a crayon. He began to trace the lines. “Not like that, silly. Like this,” she said as she furiously ran the crayon back and forth over the page heedless of lines and even the design. He smiled at her and did the same. She was about done with her page when she stopped and said, “Really, Jamie, you don’t have to get all twisted into an emotional pretzel over something that someone else did in the past.” He stopped his scribbling and looked up at her. He smiled, and she smiled back, and they went back to work. Out in the living room, Jane was trying to keep her party still a party, though she was pretty pissed, too. “It’s a cookie party. Why would you smack his hand for reaching for a cookie,” Jane asked. “I tried to get him one from the littles’ table. How was I supposed to know he wasn’t regressed?” “That’s got nothing to do with it. He reached for a cookie. At a cookie party!” “Well, sorry, I guess,” Rochelle said to Becky. She couldn’t just stop there, though. “But your daughter was out of line, too.” The hairs on the back of Becky’s neck stood up straight. “My daughter it an adult and Jamie’s guardian, and if she had done what she probably wanted to you would be picking oatmeal raisin out of your ears right now,” she hissed, keeping her voice at the just the acceptable level for threatening someone without shouting, “and if you ever – ever! – so much as scowl at her or Jamie again I’ll be the one holding you down while she does it!” Rochelle turned to her sister for support and found none. “She’s right.” “You owe Jamie and Amanda an apology.” “You can’t be serious.” “I am.” Rochelle may have had a self-righteous streak that led her to confront Becky in the first place, but it was backed up by an equally present spineless streak when it came to anyone who had the courage and ability to push back. In that, she was a classic bully. “Fine,” Rochelle said, “I think he’s in the playroom.” Jane led the way and stopped when she spotted Amanda. “Manda, could you come here for a second?” Amanda excused herself and walked over to the trio, one of whom looked like a scolded child. “What,” she said. “Rochelle would like to say something to you and Jamie.” “He’s in the playroom.” Amanda led the way now. The four of them found Jamie working on page two of his scribbling. Jane knelt down next to him on the floor. “Hey, Jamie. My sister has something to say.” Jamie put his crayon down and looked over his shoulder to see Rochelle standing there with Becky and Amanda. “Okay,” he said as he stood up. There was an awkward pause. Rochelle finally said, “Jamie, I’m sorry for not letting you get a cookie.” He scowled in response. “And!?!” “And for slapping your hand.” He didn’t respond. She obviously expected him to, to at least thank her for apologizing. As far as Jamie was concerned, if that’s what she was waiting for her she could wait until the sun exploded. When she realized she wasn’t getting a thanks, she said, “And Amanda, I’m sorry, too … and Becky,” she added when Amanda only glared back at her … “and to you, Jane, for putting a damper on the party.” Jane shook her head in some sympathy – this was her sister, after all – and said, “Let’s talk tomorrow.” They started to leave when Jamie exclaimed, “Wait!” They turned back around. “Apologize to Rosie, too.” “Why,” Rochelle asked, confused, as were the rest of them. “Because I said so,” he spit. Rosie looked up at the group, and Jamie stepped out of the way so he wasn’t between her and Rochelle. Rochelle looked at her sister again, who shrugged in response with her arms folded across her chest. “I’m sorry, Rosie.” “’Kay,” Rosie replied, going back to her drawing. When the bigs had left and Jamie had sat back down, Rosie gave him another kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” It was well past Jamie’s bed time, and Amanda’s and Becky’s, when they got home. All three of them went into the nursery, and Becky sat down in the rocking chair while Amanda got Jamie undressed. “Feel good to be out of that itchy sweater, buddy?” “Yes,” he said, stretching his arms over his head. She unsnapped the buttons on his corduroy pants and had him down to his wet diaper. “Despite all of that, did you have fun tonight,” Amanda asked as she began changing his diaper. “I did. Everything turned out good. And I liked playing with Rosie.” “Why did you tell Rochelle to apologize to her,” Becky asked. “She hit Rosie,” Jamie said. There was contempt in his voice, but he said it without the rage he’d felt a few hours earlier. “When? Tonight?” Becky was halfway to calling Jane. “No. Like, ten years ago.” “Oh,” Becky said, “And you wanted to stick up for her.” “That explains it,” Amanda said. “Explains what.” Jamie asked. “Why you were relatively mellow when you went into the playroom and why you looked borderline murder-y when you looked at Rochelle again.” “Who would … never mind.” Amanda finished taping a clean nighttime diaper on Jamie and picked him up into a hug. “I’m sorry that happened, to both of you. You’re a very good friend,” she said, kissing him on the forehead, “and a very good person.” She gave him another kiss. “Thanks again for sticking up for me.” “Any time.” “And thank you, mommy.” “C’mere, baby bear,” Becky said as she held her arms out. Amanda gave him one last kiss. “Night-night, Jamie bear.” She handed him to her mom. “Night-night, Manda” Amanda left them alone. “I’m sorry, too, pumpkin. And I’m very proud of you.” “Thanks for sticking up for me, too, Mommy. And tell Jane thank you for me, too.” “Sticking up for you is my most important job,” she said. “Is my baby bear ready for his num-nums?” When Jamie was asleep in his crib, Becky wearily climbed the stairs and went to Amanda’s room, finding her in her pajamas and ready to crash. “Can we sit for a minute, baby?” “Sure, Mom.” She thought she was about to get a lecture. They sat on the edge of the bed. “Thank you for tonight, Amanda. You did really well.” “I did?” “You looked out for Jamie. You didn’t lose your temper. And I know it’s not easy being your age and confronting someone older.” “Sorta was. It was for Jamie.” “And that’s why I made you his full guardian.” “Would you have done anything differently?” “I might have gotten Jane involved first. Her sister, her house, but otherwise, no.” “What if it had been me back when I was young?” “I’d have hit her with the floor,” Becky said, gently elbowing Amanda in the ribs. "Where do you think you got that temper of yours?" “Thanks, Mommy,” Amanda giggled. “Goodnight, babygirl,” Becky said after she gave Amanda a goodnight kiss and received one back. “Mom,” Amanda asked, as Becky reached the doorway. “Yes?” “I … never mind.” “No, what is it?” “I just … I’ve been meaning to say that …” Becky sat back down on the bed. “C’mon. Tell me.” “I miss getting to spend quiet time with you.” “Like what?” “Just … I’m not ready to not need my mom,” Amanda said with a sniff. “Oh, baby, that’s never, ever gonna happen.” “I know, but …” “Tell you what – how about you and I, at least a couple nights a week after Jamie is asleep, just sit on my bed together and watch TV or talk or read or whatever.” “I’d like that,” Amanda blushed. “Wanna share my big bed with me tonight?” “Yes.” “K. Promise not to wet it?” “Mommy!” Amanda whined. “I’m just teasing, princess. C’mon.” Amanda took her favorite pillow and followed her mom to bed. Becky was proud of her grown up daughter and happy she was still her babygirl, and she admired, as she always did, Jamie’s astute assessment of them both. He’d been right. Amanda had been missing this time with her, just like he’d said.

Don’t be so sure about that. Growing up I occasionally did it on purpose and fairly frequently after I stopped wetting in my sleep.

My Dad was always disgusted by my constant bedwetting. My Mother dished out the punishments which lasted until I was about 10 or 11 and then they just gave up and left me to it. After that it was just accepted I wet the bed and probably always would.

Ellie let out a soft, content sigh as she was laid down on the changing table of her bedroom/nursery, feeling nice & clean in the wake of her usual morning bath. Katie smiled as she stood over the Little; Ellie had some light and life in her big, innocent-looking blue eye, and a cute little rosy pink tinge to her cheeks (probably residual from when her butt and her privates were gently but thoroughly washed, rinsed, and dried during and after her bath) that made her even cuter. Ellie obediently lifted her legs & butt, letting Katie place a new diaper underneath and powder it. She then let out a tiny squeak and the barest hint of a ‘baby-giggle’ as her soft, sensitive bottom was thoroughly baby-powdered, a soft sigh as her now-white butt was slowly, gently lowered onto the powdered soft padding of the waiting diaper, and another little squeak and coo as ‘mama’ powdered her privates and all around, up her abdomen and lower belly to just below her belly-button, and the insides of her upper thighs. Finally, her diaper – white with pale-pink waistband, tapes, and little kitties on it – was taped on nice and comfy-snug, with Katie giving the front and crotch a few soft pats. Ellie let out a soft sigh, a tiny smile forming on her face without her being fully aware of it, at how amazingly comfy and soft her diaper felt, as always. She wiggled around a little, blushing slightly at hearing the diaper crinkle in response. Ellie was made to sit up, and soon Katie had her in her poofy, frilly white dress with light-pink frills & lace all over (shoulders, arm-cuffs, chest, back, hem, etc), the skirt part of it near-100% exposing her diaper as always. Next came the eyepatch, made of a wonderfully soft material that felt so comfortable on Ellie’s soft, sensitive little face; the design was white with light-pink frills along the edge, and a big light-pink heart in the middle. Finally, Katie worked to tie Ellie’s long, pretty golden-blonde hair up in two cute pigtails, held by pink-lace white ribbons. She then placed Ellie’s pink silk ribbon necklace with pacifier attached around her little neck, pushing the binky between the Little’s lips. As Katie picked Ellie up, carrying her with her little limbs wrapped around the Amazon’s body, chin resting on her shoulder while Katie’s hands rubbed her back and cupped & patted her thickly diapered bottom, Ellie caught sight of the cartoony-themed clock on the wall. She was up and dressed earlier than expected, but there was a good reason for this: Katie was going to take Ellie out for a day in the big city, the one that was about 30-40 minutes’ drive from this smaller place, the one whose skyline of tall buildings could be seen in the distance even this far out (well, from a few places, where there weren’t local buildings or trees in the way). They would go out to breakfast at a little place Katie knew of, then explore and take in the city for much of the day. Katie had already made sure the stroller and ‘baby’ supplies were already in the car waiting, so she didn’t have much to grab now. Holding Ellie with one hand (with Ellie hanging on tight so as not to fall, even though she didn’t really need to), she grabbed her purse and keys and was soon out the door, locking up behind her. Ellie was carried over to the sleek-looking car and strapped into her rather comfy baby-seat in the back, Katie soon got in the front and started the car up, and they were off. -------- Ellie’s eye was wide in amazement as, for the first time in her life, she was in the big city. Driving down a modestly busy street between some of the taller structures, to her it looked like they reached clear up into the heavens. There were so many people around, in vehicles or as pedestrians on the busy sidewalks – plenty of Bigs, quite a few In-Betweeners, and many Littles (most of them the ‘babies’ of Bigs, but there were a few independents out & about… though with how some Amazons looked at them as they passed, in a few cases even turning to follow the independent Littles, Ellie had a feeling they might not remain ‘free’ for very long). The car soon left the skyscrapers behind and moved into an area where the buildings were on average “only” 5-8 stories high. On the corner of one street was a restaurant, looking a little ‘retro’ in design; according to Katie, it had been here for nearly 50 years and was still going strong because the atmosphere and the food were just that damn good. Fortunately, as they pulled into the rather full parking lot, another car parked quite close to the entrance happened to be pulling out and leaving, letting Katie take the spot. Katie got out, set the stroller up, and put Ellie in it; just as Ellie remembered, the soft padding of the stroller was quite comfortable, as she was in a position between sitting and laying, blushing as her puffy diaper was exposed for all the world to see. They walked into the restaurant, instantly being ‘hit’ by the sounds of clanking dishes and people talking; it looked like a full house, as people enjoyed breakfast together. A handful turned to look at the two newcomers for a moment; Ellie blushed as an Amazon around 10 or 11 years old giggled and went “Awww~…” upon seeing her. “Hello~” an Amazon server approached them with a big smile on her face. “Welcome! Are you two here for breakfast?” Katie smiled and nodded. “Do you have any seats available? It looks like you’re full-up right now. We’re willing to wait a little while if we have to…” “Hmm…” the server-lady looked around. After several seconds, her eyes locked on something. “Hold on a moment; I’ve got an idea. Let me just check if it’s okay…” She wandered off into the crowd, and Katie & Ellie waited. Katie reached into the stroller and gently stroked Ellie’s cheek, making the Little let out a soft sigh and lean into her hand a bit, giving her binky a little suckle. Before too long, the server-woman came back. “Um… Do you two mind sharing a table with another woman and her Little? She says she doesn’t mind as long as you’re okay with it.” “No problem” Katie replied with a smile. She leaned over the stroller, looking down at Ellie. “Hear that, baby girl? Let’s go make a couple new friends!” The server led them to a table in the corner of the restaurant, near a window. There were two people already present. One of them, seated in the booth on one side of the table, was an Amazon a few inches taller than Katie with reddish-brown hair, dressed in a simple yet very nice-looking shirt-&-pants ensemble. The other person was a Little, currently strapped into a stroller very much like Ellie’s, positioned right next to the Amazon’s seat. She had bright blue eyes and hair a slightly lighter shade of blonde than Ellie’s, currently done up in little pigtails. She was dressed in a dress almost identical to Ellie’s, a pristine innocent-looking white with bits of light-pink frilly lace. And of course, the dress exposed her thick, soft, puffy diaper, white with pale-pink waistband, tapes, and the tiny pale-pink silhouettes of baby rattles all over most of the diaper, along with a front decal design of pink hearts and stars. Also much like Ellie, she had a faint pink blush to her cheeks at being in this state among so many people, and at meeting someone else in the same boat. “Hello there” Katie greeted as she took her seat, positioning Ellie’s stroller right beside her, directly opposite the other Little’s. “Sorry for intruding.” “Oh, it’s quite all right” the other Amazon replied with a warm, friendly smile and tone. “This place is certainly quite popular. Not that I can blame them, of course; I come here for breakfast when I can. Today is my day off, actually, and I thought I’d give my little one a treat by taking her here, too.” Katie nodded. “Ah, introductions; how rude of me to almost forget. My name is Katie, and this bundle of cuteness beside me is my little girl Ellie.” The woman smiled, giving off a slight giggle at the adorable embarrassed fidgeting Ellie did in response to the attention. “My name is Chase. And this is my baby girl Emily.” ----------------------------------- Remember, back when I first wrote this story I got the author's permission to use his characters.

Ellie let out a quiet sigh, hands up by either side of her head, suckling softly on her pacifier, as she was laid on her back on the changing table, still feeling relaxed from being bathed (as well as blushing faintly from when Katie scrubbed, rinsed, and towel-tried her butt and privates). She let her little legs and butt be lifted, hearing the familiar crinkling as Katie opened up a new diaper and placed it underneath, powdering it. Then she let out a soft squeak and a tiny giggle at the embarrassing yet pleasant and soothing feel of baby powder being sprinkled all over her soft, sensitive little bottom. She felt her butt being lowered onto the waiting diaper, laid down atop the soft, puffy, thick, powdered padding, and she let out a squeak/coo as her privates were baby powdered, and then going up her abdomen and lower belly to just below her navel, and the insides of her upper thighs. Finally, the thick, puffy, soft, amply powdered, super-comfy diaper was taped on nice and snug; Ellie let out a soft sigh of content comfort, blushing as she wiggled around a little to hear and feel her diaper. Katie gently patted the front and crotch a few times. As Katie went to pick out a dress for the day, Ellie half-sat up, propped on her elbows, to look at her diaper, blushing lightly at seeing it was a light-pink one with pink-tinged white tapes and frilly waistband, along with pinkish-white hearts along the front decal and tiny red hearts all over most of the diaper. Soon, Katie came back with a typical diaper-exposing frilly dress; this one was mainly red, with light-pink frills & lace in various spots, including the hem of the dress and around the sleeves and collar. This was quickly put on over Ellie’s body, followed by matching ribbons holding her hair in pigtails, and a red eyepatch with light-pink lace around the edges and a big pink heart in the middle. Katie then effortlessly picked Ellie up, snuggling her with one hand supporting and softly patting her thickly pink-padded bottom. She carried the little one out of the nursery and down the stairs into the kitchen, setting her down in her high-chair. There was already a bowl of cereal at the ready, and Ellie let her pacifier fall from her mouth just in time for Katie to push the first spoonful in. ------- After breakfast, Ellie was let down and allowed to walk into the living room on her own, mainly so Katie could get to watch her adorable diapie-waddle, though Ellie ended up needing help getting up onto the couch. She then settled in to watch the morning news (trouble in Tunisia, a mid-air scare that ended in a safe emergency landing, storm systems off the coasts…). About an hour passed, with Ellie very comfortable as she lounged on a soft and comfy couch in a soft and comfy dress and a very soft and very comfy diaper, slowly suckling on the binky in her mouth. Suddenly, the doorbell rang; Katie smiled a little at the cuteness of Ellie startling a bit. The Amazon woman got up, peeking out between the window curtains to see a truck from the baby-supplies store; the delivery was here. She headed for the front door, and was surprised to see a familiar face. “Hi, Ms. Emery!” Greg said with a friendly smile. “I’ve brought what you ordered!” “Greg! What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t know you did the deliveries, too.” “Well, sometimes. Plus, I wanted to make sure you and Ellie got everything set up just right.” “How nice of you” she smiled warmly. “Please, come in; I’ll get you a little something to munch on before we start bringing the stuff in.” He followed her in, the two of them passing through the living room on their way to the kitchen. There, Ellie gasped softly and blushed brightly as she saw him, while he directed a gentle smile in her direction. “Hi again, Ellie” he said. “I’m here with the stuff your mommy bought a couple days ago. …A frilly red dress and a thick pink diaper… They look so perfect together on you, honey.” This comment made Ellie’s blush go a little deeper, and she silently sat there, softly sucking on her pacifier to try to calm herself, as the fatherly Big followed Katie into the kitchen. Over the next hour or so, Katie and Greg moved in and out and all about, bringing things in from the truck and then finding places to set them up, making sure they were done properly. Ellie didn’t really pay attention to what they were bringing in, trying to focus her attention on the news and then on cartoons, though the two ‘adults’ did occasionally pass by and give her a little affectionate attention – Greg softly petting her head and stroking her cheek, Katie reaching under her dress to rub her little tummy and giving her thickly diapered crotch a few soft pats… As she sat there and did her best to relax, Ellie felt the need to pee make itself known, growing very rapidly. Squirming a little, she only managed to hold it for 5 or 6 seconds before letting out an embarrassed squeak as she began wetting her diaper. Her little face was colored by a blush, both at the idea that she was wetting her diaper and at the sensations of it, feeling the damp warmth spreading through and out from her crotch area, her diaper bulking out a little and becoming warm & squishy. She knew that the tiny red hearts that covered the pink diaper were now turning white. Once she finished, she sat there for a moment, a blush on her cheeks as she slowly suckled her binky, her attention drawn to the damp squishy warmth against her crotch and butt. Finally, she spat her pacifier out. “K… Katie…?” she called out shyly. “Mommy?” “What is it, sweetheart?” Katie came over, and then smiled. “Ah, I see what the issue is. Somebody’s wet~.” Ellie blushed and nodded. Katie giggled, and then the little one squeaked as she was picked up, a hand supporting her wet-diapered bottom. “Okay then, it’s diapie-changie time~!” Ellie let out an embarrassed groan/whimper as she was cuddled and carried over to the changing table. Greg took notice and came closer, hovering in the background as Ellie was laid down on her back with her dress shifted up to expose her diaper and tummy; she didn’t notice him yet. Ellie closed her eye and assumed the position, doing her best to relax, as her wet diaper was un-taped and removed, shivering a bit as this exposed her damp privates & butt to the cool air. She let out a cute little squeak as Mommy Katie began wiping her clean, thorough yet gentle, the touch soothing her and also feeling good in a physical way. Ellie’s little butt was lifted up, and Greg came up and picked out a new diaper, handing it to Katie who then opened it up and put it into place beneath the Little’s hips. Ellie opened her eye, and then let out a squeak, blushing bright red, as she saw the man helping to change her diaper. As Katie powdered the diaper, Greg coated Ellie’s little bottom in baby powder, earning tiny adorable noises from the girl. He then lowered her now-white butt onto the waiting diaper, and Katie powdered her crotch and abdomen, up to below her belly-button and also her upper inner thighs. The two Bigs then worked together to tape Ellie’s diaper on, Greg doing the right-side (his & Katie’s left) tapes while Katie did the other side. “There we go, sweetheart” Katie said, softly patting her little one’s newly-diapered crotch. “And thank you, Greg, for helping.” “No trouble at all” the man replied with a warm smile to match Katie’s. Ellie just let out a mortified little whimper, wiggling a little to hear the soft crinkling and feel the soft, puffy, powdered padding of her white diaper with pale-pink waistband, tapes, big hearts along the front decal, and tiny hearts all over. Katie picked her up and carried her back over to the couch, giving the little one’s padded bottom some gentle pats that soothed her a little. She was set back down on the couch, her pacifier pushed into her mouth, and she started slowly sucking on it as she looked up with wide eye and bright blush at the two smiling ‘adults’. Katie petted her on the head, and then the two of them headed back to continue setting things up. After about 15 more minutes, Katie & Greg were finally done with that, but they stayed in the kitchen and talked about this & that for about 20 more. Even though she couldn’t hear what they were saying, Ellie could tell there was ‘chemistry’ between them; the ‘girly’ part of her thought it was kinda sweet, a little. Eventually, though, he had to get going. As he was getting ready to leave… “Wait!” Katie stopped him. “U-Um…” she blushed and fidgeted. “I-If you… ever wanna… wanna come by and just… hang out, or whatever, that… that’d be nice…” The ‘Big’ man had a faint hint of a flush to his cheeks now. “Uh… Sure, I mean… that sounds good, maybe. We still have your number in the system from when you made your purchases, so if I need to contact you, I…” “R-Right. Anyway, thanks so much for bringing these things and helping me set them up. As well as for being so good with Ellie. And, um… see ya later, I guess…” He nodded, giving her that smile that had started to make her feel a bit funny inside the more she saw it, and then made his exit, the door closing behind him. Katie let out a sigh, coming back into the living room, seeing Ellie looking at her curiously. The sight of her adorable, frilly-dressed, thickly-diapered little girl warmed Katie’s heart and brought a big smile to her face, and she came in close, gently stroking the blonde Little’s cheek below her eyepatch. “Okay, sweetie,” she said, “let’s try out one of your new things, shall we?” Katie picked Ellie up, carrying her the usual way, and then began using her foot to nudge something into position (Ellie couldn’t see what from her ‘perch’). Then, Ellie found herself movie downward and turned around & about, and was laid down in something with soft padding. Looking around at the shape and positioning of it, the plastic bar and the small mobile overhead, Ellie blushed as she realized she was in a ‘baby swing’ perfectly sized for her. Katie set it moving, slowly swinging back & forth, rocking Ellie in it, while the mobile overhead began to spin. Ellie suckled on her binky as, despite her embarrassment, the rocking motion and the mobile overhead began to soothe and relax her. She let out a soft sigh, relaxing in the comfortable padding of the baby-swing and of her diaper. As she watched her little one relax, Katie smiled; she had a feeling Ellie would come to like the rest of the things she got for her just as well.

Just like yesterday morning, Ellie woke up feeling surprisingly comfortable and content. Feeling a pacifier still in her mouth reminded her that the last couple days’ events had not been a dream, and she sighed softly, a light pink blush to her cheeks. She felt a warm weight partially on top of her, and she cracked her eye open and looked down to see that Maya was still laying partially on top of her, the slightly smaller Little’s head resting on Ellie’s left shoulder & upper chest, left hand draped across Ellie’s mid-torso, a tiny relaxed smile just barely visible behind her binky. Ellie smiled softly, giving her own binky a little suckle; Maya looked so cute… Ellie brought her left arm up around the other girl, softly rubbing her bare back and then softly patting Maya’s bottom through her super-thick pink diaper identical to her own. After several seconds, Maya let out a tiny little sleepy groan, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she gave her pacifier a few soft suckles. She blushed as she realized where she was, looking up at Ellie, who smiled and rubbed her back some more, making Maya let out a sigh and relax again, snuggling against her. Maya moved her left leg, inadvertently pressing it up against the crotch of Ellie’s night-diaper – already super-thick, now swelled out some from being thrice-wet overnight. The movement squished Ellie’s cool, clammy wet diaper up against her crotch and butt while also making Maya’s diaper – in the same state – shift and rub against her, making both girls let out little uncomfortable, unhappy noises. “Shorry” Maya mumbled around her pacifier. They stayed in place, trying not to move and aggravate the sensations any further, focusing on the comfortable warmth of cuddling each other. After about five minutes, the bedroom/nursery door opened and Katie & Jessica came in, walking up to beside the crib. Both women made little happy-gasps as they were struck by the near-overpowering cuteness of their little baby girls cuddling each other in their crib, the two Littles shyly looking up at them, both softly suckling on their binkies as they held each other, super-thick pink night-diapers lightly pressed together. “Hey, sweethearts” Katie cooed to them. “Did you sleep well?” Both girls nodded lightly, fidgeting a little. “Let me guess: you want out of those clammy, icky wet diapies, huh?” The duo nodded again, more emphatically this time. Jessica giggled. “Okay, babies. It’s bath time!” The crib’s side was lowered, and the two Little girls were picked up by their mommies, both of them letting out cute little unhappy groans as the hands supporting their thickly-diapered bottoms pushed the cooled, clammy ickyness up against their butts and crotches by doing so. They were carried down the second-floor hall and into the large bathroom, and sat down beside each other (having to deal with the clammy diapers beneath their bottoms) as their mommies got a bath ready. Once it was ready, they were de-diapered, given a quick wiping to get most of it off, and placed in the big bath together. The two Amazon sisters-in-law happily worked together to bathe their own and each other’s ‘children’, being thorough yet very gentle, leaving both the little ones soothed and relaxed, feeling safe and comfortable (though they both had fairly noticeable blushes as and after their ‘diaper areas’ were scrubbed & rinsed clean). After they were nice and clean, Katie & Jessica lifted them out of the baths and thoroughly dried them off with big, super-soft & fluffy towels. After being dried off, they were wrapped in those fluffy towels and carried back into the nursery, being laid down side by side on the big changing table, as Katie & Jessica started getting things out. Soon, Ellie & Maya’s little bottoms were lifted up, and new diapers – white with pink flowers for Ellie’s, pink musical notes for Maya’s – were slid underneath and powdered. The sprinkling of lots of baby powder all over their soft, smooth, clean bottoms made both girls squeak and hold back tiny little giggles from the pleasant feeling. Their white-coated butts were lowered onto the waiting soft diapers, and more little cute squeaks were made as their privates were baby-powdered, out to their upper inner thighs, and up all over their abdomens, past their waists, and to their lower bellies just below their navels. The diapers were put into place and taped on nice and snug, and the two Little girls couldn’t help but let out cute, quiet sounds of content comfort. The girls were then sat up, side by side, and Ellie blushed as Katie & Jessica brought out her & Maya’s dresses for the day. Ellie’s was like the one Maya wore yesterday: a beautiful, soft, ‘innocent’ white, with light-pink frilly lace at numerous points all over, and – of course – made to be short enough to near-totally expose her diaper. Maya’s dress was the same style, also with light-pink frills/lace, but was pale yellow instead. The two girls obediently sat still as they were dressed, and then their ‘mommies’ got to work on their hair, putting it up in cutesy, girly pigtails held by frilly lacy ribbons that matched their dresses. Finally, Jessica put onto Ellie’s head and over her eye an eyepatch, made of a soft and cool material that felt very nice on the Little’s face; the eyepatch was predominantly white, with pale-pink frills along the edge and the strap, and a big light-pink heart on the front. To finish, the girls’ pacifiers were pushed into their mouths, and they right away started slowly, softly suckling on them; Ellie was blushing brightly from again being dressed up to look so girly and cutesy. The girls were lifted up by their ‘moms’, carried while their freshly-diapered bottoms were given a few soft pats that felt pleasant and soothing. They were carried downstairs and into the kitchen, where Timothy was already finishing up making their breakfast, their high-chairs set up and waiting. The girls were sat down in their high-chairs, relaxing as they waited for their breakfast, sitting on soft, thick, puffy powdered comfy padding. When it was food time, they obediently let their binkies fall to hang from their silk ribbon-necklaces. Jessica fed Ellie while Katie handled Maya, both girls enjoying the delicious meal. ------ About half an hour later, it was time for Timothy, Jessica, and Maya to head back home. As the ‘adults’ made promises to visit again soon, as well as to look into maybe even moving into the vacant house next door, Ellie and Maya walked/waddled up to each other. After a few seconds, Maya overcame her shyness and hugged Ellie tight, and when Ellie returned it the slightly smaller Little let out a soft sigh, the watching ‘Bigs’ smiling at the adorableness of their dressed & diapered little girls hugging. Ellie kissed Maya on the cheek, and the black-haired Little blushed lightly and snuggled closer. “S-See you later…” Maya said softly as the embrace ended. Ellie nodded, watching as Maya was picked up by her ‘daddy’. As the family made their exit, Maya was waving goodbye to Ellie while being carried out, and Ellie returned it until the closing front door cut them off. The one-eyed blonde let out a deep sigh… and then a squeak as she was picked up from behind, being spun around so her chin came to rest on Katie’s shoulder, the auburn-haired woman’s hands softly rubbing her back and patting her padded bottom, making her blush and nuzzle closer against her ‘mommy’. “Uncle Tim and Auntie Jessica and Cousin Maya are really nice people, huh?” Katie said softly to her. Ellie nodded. “I’d like to see them again soon…” “You will. Anyway, I’ve got something planned, but we’ve got some time. Would you like to watch one of your movies, maybe?” ----------- About an hour-&-a-half later, Ellie sat back and relaxed in the big comfy couch, as on-screen the credits rolled from her chosen movie: a collection of real-life clips of various motorsports accidents where everyone survived, with nothing worse than minor injuries in nearly all cases, even in the most cataclysmic-looking of crashes (such as the stock-car crash that involved one car tumbling wildly and violently at high speed, parts and sheet-metal flying every which way, only for the driver to suffer just scratches & bruises) (though, there was one incident where a drag-racer blew a tire at top-speed, nosed into – and through – the nearby guardrail nearly head-on, and was so badly torn apart that the driver broke both legs). Relaxing as the credits music played, Ellie let out a tiny groan as she felt the familiar bladder pressure, very rapidly growing. It took only 10 seconds before it started coming out on its own, and she blushed and shivered a little as the wet warmth spread through her diaper which slowly ‘bulked up’ from absorbing it, the petals of the tiny pale-pink flowers that covered the diaper turning red, an obvious sign to anyone who looked that her diaper was now wet. As it eventually stopped coming, Ellie let out a long, slightly ‘shuddering’ breath, her cheeks flushed a little, feeling the combination of the physical & emotional discomfort of having just wet her diaper combined with the strangely comfortable squishy warmth of the diaper and the physical relief of having ‘gone’. After about three minutes, Katie came by and saw the wetness-indicating color change of the little flowers on Ellie’s diaper. Smiling, she bent down and picked the little one up, carrying her over to the changing table, her dress being moved up to expose her diaper and belly as she was laid down. The diaper change went as ‘normal’ – Ellie blushed as the wet diaper was removed, let out little squeaks and such as she was thoroughly wiped clean, fought back a ‘baby-giggle’ as her butt was baby-powdered, again as the rest of her was powdered, and finally the new diaper was taped on, leaving the little blonde Little to sigh softly in embarrassed contentment. Her new diaper was another of the light-pink ones with little red hearts all over; she always blushed at being in such a girly diaper. “Hey sweetie,” Katie said as she softly patted the front and crotch of Ellie’s new diaper, “we’ve got something special planned for today.” “W-What?” Ellie asked. Katie picked the little one up, pushing Ellie’s pacifier into her mouth. “Well, honey, we’re going out into town to do a little shopping today! I’ve got one of Maya’s comfy strollers ready for you.” After a few seconds to process, Ellie’s eye went wide, her face somehow looking to blush and pale at the same time. She was going to be taken out into the world, amongst lots of people, while looking like this – a cutesy eyepatch, her golden-blonde hair in pigtails with lacy ribbons, a frilly white dress with pink lace, and an exposed thick diaper with a super-girly pink design. She let out a squeaked whimper, sucking on her binky a little harder. Katie simply giggled and nuzzled her, patting her diapered butt a few times. Katie carried Ellie over into the entrance-hall, where she’d set quite a few things up while Ellie was distracted by her movie. Ellie was placed into a waiting stroller – a very well-made article, smooth-looking, predominantly pink & white, with a retractable ‘bonnet’ hanging overhead to protect her from the sun, and very soft comfy padding that she was sat/laid in at an angle, her little legs sticking out the leg-holes. She whimpered, blushing brightly, as she was strapped in; with the dress, and the angle she was in, her diaper was pretty much completely exposed. She squeaked as Katie’s fingertips ran along the bottoms of her little feet, and then frilly-looking pink socks were pulled over and onto her feet. Katie reached in, petting Ellie’s head and making sure her pacifier was secure in her mouth. Katie hummed softly as she gathered her purse and Ellie’s “baby bag”, checking to ensure the latter had changing supplies and other things inside before she set it in the stroller’s carrying basket in the back. With all that done, Katie opened the front door and wheeled Ellie out, the Little girl squinting a bit as she was exposed to sunlight for the first time in two days; thankfully, the weather was still nice and cool, as usual for this region’s climate. Katie locked the house up and wheeled Ellie down the driveway to her waiting car, opening the back door to reveal that Timothy had installed a baby car-seat in it. Ellie was removed from her stroller and then buckled into the car-seat, the stroller being partially folded up and put into the backseat on the other side. Ellie was still blushing as she was held in place in the big, surprisingly comfortable car-seat, as her ‘mommy’ got into the front seat of the fancy-looking car and started her up, pulling out of the driveway and starting for the uptown shopping district.