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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.

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 #######

The man character is moving into his college dorm. He is really into art an keeps to himself. He is not very social doesn't go to parties. He meets a girl they go to a frat party. They are offered some chocolate diaper pudding from a frat boy dressed as a baby in a cloth diaper. Other frat boys inside the house are also wearing cloth diaper. I spotted on frat boy wear a Little for Big onesie with a pulled on the outside. The them of the party was "Back to School Baby."

No not at all. My dentist has never said anything bad about my dental position and I have never noticed any changes. Personally I think it's not a problem for adults as our teeth stopped developing a long time ago I wouldn't worry as long as I use a pacifier designed for an adult size mouth and teeth and I take care of my pacifier, teeth and oral hygiene daily. Ask your dentist if you are concerned and make sure he/she understands what you are talking about. 😊

I sleep with a pacifier almost every night and have used it to fall asleep since I got my first Nuk 5 a few decades ago. I can sleep without it, but I don't sleep as well without as I do with a pacifier in my mouth. There is nothing quite as relaxing as waking up with your pacifier still in your mouth, a wet/messy diaper, while still hugging your sleep teddy bear close to your body. During the day I sometimes use my pacifier for comfort if I feel bad, sad or have problems with anxiety or a panic attack.

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...

There are also LL Medico, Protex and Mountaiview (aka plastic-pants.com)

This is a good story.

I love to sit in a poopy diaper, but I am sharing an apartment with two other people and can’t be seen by them…. I’m looking forward to when I can!

Astrid feels Victoria moving her hips with her and is able to pick up the pace and adjust accordingly to her babygirls rhythm with ease as she strokes her stomach, arms and legs whenever possible. It was thrilling being with Victoria like this and she liked it, she liked it a lot and knew that she could be good for Victoria, she could protect and help her from going down a dark path. That’s the last thing she wanted anyone to do was fall off the deep end! She had come close many times herself when she had ran away but never quite got there, thankfully, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t done some horrible things to get money or shelter. Astrid watches with a keen look in her eyes as Victoria regresses right in front of her. It seemed that Victoria might be a bigger baby then her Little Vivy. The thought amused her somewhat that the tough department head that everyone was so scared of was just a cute babygirl waiting for her mommy or someone to take care of her but that meant actually getting close to her which meant being decent even nice towards Victoria. How many people had even asked Victoria how she was doing in her day to day life? She didn’t expect many. Astrid bit and sucked on Victoria’s neck causing a red mark to appear. It would probably bruise later on but it was soft, gentle and marked Victoria’s as hers while not being to forthcoming at all. The others would simply suspect that Victoria had gone out for the night and gotten laid. Astrid could see that Victoria was close to a powerful orgasm, “That’s it babygirl!” she praises, moaning herself, “Mommy’s here now and she’ll take care of you,” she continues, “I won’t let anything bad happen to you because your my good girl, aren’t you and that’s why you’re getting rewarded my sweet.” she adds as she climax’s with Victoria. It was difficult to control her own climax when she was so worked up and she felt the vibrations hit her as well. Once done and Victoria had enough she simply stayed there holding and hugging her close to her for a good ten minutes to comfort the department, “It’s time for Mommy to dress you up and for you to play pretend for a little bit, can you do that? Once we’re inside the car you can go back to being my little princess and sit in my lap.” she knew that Vivy might not like this but she would have Vivy sit on her lap on the way back to make up for it but for now she knew that Victoria needed this, a lot, and she felt worried for the department head. Astrid helped Victoria to get cleaned up and dressed making sure to get rid of the dirty diaper properly before going over and grabbing a bottle of water which she tipped some into her hand before putting on her forehead, “It’ll look more convincing if I look more worn out then you.” she joked and teased before opening the door to see the puddle of pee, “What the?” suddenly Astrid went on high alert and could feel her heart racing. The puddle of pee had a trail that they could follow which was good but she was worried, “Someone was watching us and I don’t know how long for but we need to do something about this now if we can catch whoever it is we’ll be able to stop them from talking, are you okay to come along or do you want to go back to the others?”

Get to know someone as a person first then introduce Cgl. If you jump straight to, "I want a caregiver" it sounds more like all you are focused on us your needs whereas Cgl is a two way street between two adults that needs to consider BOTH people, not just one.

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.

@ValentinesStuff Nope

Thanks for the comments! 😈 Thanks for the comment! 🙂 Yes they did... Connor may have picked the wrong semester...? Probably a good bet by now. She makes some other cameo appearances, but I unfortunately can't see into her day-to-day life much. 🤷‍♀️🤣 Thanks for the comment! 🙂 Thanks for the comments! 🙂

First of all, I would say, do whatever suits you, it's your thread, and you don't owe anybody anything. My two cents would be that, like @oznlabove (whose thread I credit [or blame] for largely starting me down my own 24/7 path), I wouldn't be writing much if I all I sought to document were tectonic physiological changes. Those haven't happened. Maybe becoming an intermittent bedwetter would show up on the Richter scale. Other than that, this is a slow roll down a looooong hill. But, in the meantime, I'm doing all the stuff people do, just while wearing diapers while I do it. So, I tend to journal about the situations my absurd life choices put me in, from time to time, to show that, A), people can do this, if they really want to - I'm far from the edgiest or most gifted individual, and, B), that this - the 24/7 life - is not always an ABDL fantasy playing out in real life, and it's not always rewarding or a party. But sometimes, it is.

Conner having trouble with his nest mates could lead to him moving in with his nest mother. Then it’s only a short hop to Carly staying there a lot longer than planned.

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.

Welcome to DD @Wolf Dreams Brian

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!

Yay! Wonderful stuff. Thanks for such a lovely story - I almost thought there was gonna be another bet/dare at the end there! Although I did love how that played out hehe.

A response from Oznl??? I feel honored!! Thank you!! I’ve decided that I’m going to look for some thinner diapers that will be easy to conceal under my pants. I’m not happy in underwear. I miss the security I had the past three weeks.

Vivien suggests to Astrid "How about I choose a dress for you and I put on a dress you choose for me?" Rummaging through the clothes she finds an adorable dress that doesen't cover the diapers they are wearing at all. It's a pastell green colour and sparkles a bit in the light. Giving it a neat look. Martha confirms in the meantime, "Yes, we will take my car and ...", turning to Jill she asks, "Can one half of the girls ride in your car?" This would mean that Jill also joins them. Martha suggested this because her car only has 5 seats and with Amanda, Ellen and Rose they would be a lot of people. After confirming this with Jill, Martha suggest "How about I take my two baby girls and you take the other three?" Before they leave there is the question if they put some of the girls in strollers or not. Amanda requested so, while Vivien and Astrid seem to prefer going without. Martha decides, "Let's get little Manda strapped into her stroller.", doing just that and making sure that the adult baby is secured in a way she can't free herself. With a seductive tone she whispers into Amanda's ear "I think Ellen and Rose will take good care of you." Starting to push the stroller slowly forward, the rest of the baby girls following her. It doesen't take long until they meet a group of three nurses that belong to Martha's faction. They greet their boss formerly. Standing at attention the lead nurse states "Welcome Miss Martha, what can we do for you?" Martha responds, "Hey Sophie. I'm taking my baby girls on a little adventure. Can you accompany us?" "Yes I can, but my other two colleagues are needed elsewhere. Is that ok?" "Yes it is, but before they go ...", continuing to speak to all three of them, "I think little Manda wants some attention, doesen't she?", giving her a mischivious smirk. Amanda nods meekly in her stroller, sucking on her pacifier and with her dolly in hand. Sophie immedeatedly comes over and gushes in excitement, "Oh my, Amanda is that you? You are sooo cute!!!", putting a hand to Manda's discolored diaper she gives it a push: Squish! "... and you filled your diaper so much!" The other two nurses move over to Astrid and Vivien. Starting to fuss and coo over the adorable baby girls. Looking over to Martha, which gives her an approving look before Sophie starts massaging Amanda's diapered kitty "Such a good baby girl! Do you want to make squishies for me?" Amanda eagerly nods, causing Sophie to proceed. Martha giving her a vibrator to help the process along. Emboldened by the display, Sophie's two colleagues try to encourage Astrid and Vivien to make squishies for them too. If Ellen and Rose join, they would also give them the attention they need. Amanda buckles her hips in need, releasing deep moans as her friend pleasures her naughty kitty. She feels so humiliated, but also turned on at the same time. Martha smiles mischiviously at the scene, knowing that it will repeat itself when they make their stop at Victoria's department to get their escort.

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.

hey can i be in the next one

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 did the same thing. When I started to become more regularly dry at night, my mom suggested that if I stopped using the night diapers I would "grow out of it faster". It was the summer before I turned 15. I liked the security of my diapers, and frankly the convenience, so if I was dry too many nights in a row, I would intentionally pee my bed, just so the diapers did not disappear from my bedroom drawers. This went on for 12-18 months before I finally stopped doing it. However, I did continue during that time to also have some legitimate accidents, and those continue to this day.

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 54 The cold air felt good on Jamie’s face as he pumped his legs on the swing. Brisk, sharp, stinging his skin and making him feel vital. The air smelled clean. Jamie was glad to be at the park, warm in his coat and hat. Mel and Amanda watched him from a bench. This was Mel’s park, on her side of town. There was no game of tag to play, and it wasn’t very big, but it was a charming park, with a small sand pit that Rosie would love and a set of swings and monkey bars. Jamie self-consciously pumped his legs harder and higher, cognizant of Mel’s gaze and feeling what he knew was a ridiculous desire to impress her. The harder he worked, the more the cold air burned his nose. He let his feet fall and drag him to a stop. “So you took him Christmas shopping,” Mel asked. “Yeah, Mom gave him a little money so he could buy some things for his friends and for her.” “What did he get her?” “Slippers.” “That’s cute. Did you find anything you liked?” Amanda chuckled. “I try not to look when I can’t afford anything.” “Maybe you should get a job.” “Between school and Jamie, who has time for a job?” “You could work afternoons and let Jamie stay at daycare until your mom can pick him up.” “Yeah, but then Mom would just have to spend more on daycare, which is a lot more than I’d make in retail or waitressing.” “Maybe your mom needs to start paying you for babysitting.” “It’s not really babysitting when it’s your brother. And I’m his guardian.” “Seems unfair.” “What does?” “If he were your child, you’d get a childcare subsidy.” “We chose to have him.” “People choose to have kids. I’m just saying, littles are people, not pets. Little care costs are ridiculous, and you shouldn’t have to choose between being able to earn money and having a little any more than having a kid.” “Maybe I need to not be so shy about asking Mom for money.” “No offense, but she is a teacher, and it’s just the three of you. I’m sure she’d be fine with it if you just ask. I mean, my parents are just lawyers. I had to start working just for gas money for when I borrowed the car.” “Hold on …” Amanda said when she noticed Jamie walking back to them with his head down. “What’s up, buddy? You done swinging?” “Yeah,” he mumbled. Amanda looked at Mel, who shrugged her shoulders. “Did we miss something?” Jamie looked behind him to the swing set, where a much larger little was now swinging. “He took my swing.” “Oh. Were you done with it?” “Sort of.” “Well, do you want it back?” Jamie wasn’t sure if he wanted it back. He was mostly done swinging, but he was liking just sitting there. Maybe that didn’t count as swinging to a regressed little like Thunder over there, but it counted to Jamie. When Jamie didn’t answer, Amanda prompted him, “Did you try asking for it back?” “No.” “I think you should try.” Amanda didn’t want Jamie to get taken advantage of because he wasn’t as big as other littles or because he retained his inhibitions while regressed littles did anything they pleased. Diane and April had both told her and Becky about Jamie’s tendency to be non-confrontational bordering on submissive when regressed littles were unkind to him. “Do you think that will do anything?” “Isn’t it worth asking, though?” “Maybe you can ask his big,” Jamie said, pointing to a woman nearby texting on her phone. “C’mere, buddy.” Jamie held up his arms, and Amanda lifted him onto the bench. “I’ll do that if you want me to. But do you really want me to? I think you should at least try first.” “I don’t think he’ll say yes.” “Probably not, Jamie, but I still think you should try.” “Why?” “Because you shouldn’t let other littles’ regression be a weapon against you.” “What if he tries to hit me?” “I don’t think he’ll do that just because you ask him.” “Will you come with me?” “How about Mel and I walk over and stop at that tree? That way we’re close.” Amanda helped Jamie down and held his hand as they walked back toward the swings. When they got to the tree, Amanda let his hand go. “Remember – the worst he can say is no.” When Jamie was out of earshot, Mel spoke up, “You sure this is a good idea?” “I just want him to stick up for himself. He gets taken advantage of by regressed littles.” They watched Jamie talk to the little, and he responded by not slowing down at all. Jamie tried again without getting any response. Jamie gave up and walked back. “Do you want to intervene,” Mel asked before he reached them. “Of course I do,” she replied. When Jamie reached them, she knelt down, “Didn’t work, huh?” “No, obviously.” “If you want me to go talk to his big, I will.” “No, that’s okay.” Jamie was embarrassed and was avoiding eye contact. It was especially embarrassing that it happened in front of Mel. “I’m proud of you for trying, Jamie,” Amanda said. “Do you believe me,” she added when he didn’t really respond. “Yeah,” he replied. “Hey, Jamester,” Mel said, “You know what’s more fun than a swing? A piggy back ride. Wanna hop on, and we’ll go find some cocoa?” Back at Mel’s house, Jamie was asleep on the sofa with a belly full of little cocoa and his wind burnt cheeks resting on Amanda’s lap. “I think I screwed that up,” Amanda said. “Why doesn’t he just push back?” “Because they’re regressed and he’s not. He thinks it’s wrong.” “That little could definitely fight back.” “I think it’s more about it wouldn’t be a fair fight, but maybe even more that they have a much harder time making good choices. I guess he … I don’t know, thinks of them as disabled or something.” “They’re just regressed.” “To us maybe. To him, I suppose they’re human adults who aren’t as cognitively or physically developed. Do you think I pushed him?” Mel felt a little uncomfortable answering truthfully, but she did. “Yeah, a little. Why did you?” “I just don’t want him to feel like he has to give in every time a regressed little decides to be mean to him. Not being regressed shouldn’t be a disadvantage. He’s still a little, and he should be allowed to be a little without an asterisk by his name, getting held to a higher standard.” “You want him to fight back?” “Not necessarily … well, yeah, maybe sometimes. He won’t though.” “And if that little had taken a swing at him?” “Jamie most likely would have gotten out of the way of it, and if not, we were right there.” “That’s a little risky.” “I was pretty sure the little wouldn’t, not if Jamie didn’t try something first, which he wouldn’t … I just don’t want him to automatically give up. Even if he just tries, just verbally sticking up for himself. I mean, you saw him when he walked over. He was upset. I mean, it’s not like it only bothered me. It bothered him, too.” Now Amanda felt like she was trying to justify herself. Maybe she was just channeling her own emotions, thinking about what she’d do if she were a little. “You could have just stepped in. You have before.” “With bigs. With littles, I don’t know. I think he has to solve at least some of those problems himself. Guess I should have picked a better teaching opportunity.” “He’s smart, and he’s mature. I’m sure if you talk with him later he’ll understand ... Can I say something?” “Sure.” “I don’t think Jamie gets taken advantage of because he’s not regressed. I think he’s get taken advantage of because he’s Jamie. Gentle people always get taken advantage of.” Amanda sighed and stroked Jamie’s hair. “It’s not fair.” Amanda felt a lot of regret and guilt. She needed Jamie to wake up so she could apologize and he could forgive her. Until he did, she’d just have to suffer. She knew she had never been perfect, but in the moment, she felt like a jerk. She sighed again. “Remember when we used to think our parents always knew what they were doing?” “Your heart was in the right place.” “I hope he thinks so.” Mel rolled her eyes. “Of course he will. This is Jamie we’re talking about. Stop pouting.” “I still feel guilty.” “Well, if you were a little I’d tell you that means you’ve learned your lesson.” “Thanks for trying to cheer me up.” “Of course … ya know you really are good at this, right?” “I’m average.” “Oh, come on. Imagine where he’d be without you. Do you really think the average person could get someone like Jamie from where he was to where is? You know better. Even your Mom couldn’t.” “He deserves some credit, too.” “Seriously, you are irritatingly humble when it comes to him.” Amanda chuckled. “I just think he’s still the hero of his own story. That’s all. None of this would have happened if he hadn’t been brave enough to make a leap into the unknown. It takes guts asking for help, especially the way he did.” “Well, when he wakes up if you want a few minutes alone with him, I’ll go find something to do.” “Thanks.” “Shouldn’t take more than five minutes. He’ll forgive you in one, and you’ll cry for three and a half, and you’ll both be laughing by the stroke of five.” Amanda chuckled again because she knew Mel was right. She leaned down to whisper into Jamie’s ear, “Aunt Mel is meanie head sometimes, isn’t she?”

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.

Dad didn’t seem to care, mom was just the opposite. As time passed she became more and more frustrated with my bed-wetting. When I was still young, perhaps four, she stopped changing my bed during the night making me lay in it till morning. On top of that she scolded and even spanked. And yet a part of me enjoyed the whole thing … hard to figure.

Ellie had her head to one side, with the right side of her face pressed into the soft pillow of the stroller, and so her eyepatch was hidden from view and hadn’t yet been noticed or asked about. As they waited for their & the Littles’ orders, the two Amazons told each other a little about themselves, getting acquainted. Apparently, Chase was the head of a fairly accomplished company; Katie swore she’d heard of the company she headed a few times, actually. “So,” Chase said, “would you mind telling me a little about your baby girl? She’s so adorable…” “Well,” Katie replied, “this is actually only the sixth day I’ve had her, including the day I found her and took her in. She’s still getting used to everything, though she is settling in very well. …The poor thing didn’t have much going for when I found her, due to some bad luck in life recently.” She looked to Ellie and nodded, and Ellie let her pacifier fall from her mouth. “My parents were both killed in an earthquake when I was 12, and I have no other living relatives. I’ve never really had enough money for college to be an option. Still, I did fairly well for myself, mostly. I had a job at this little bank in our home city.” She sighed. “But, not too long ago, I was walking home from work one night, and… I got jumped – some In-Betweener gangbanger thug girl with a bone to pick or something. She had a couple of knives on her, and decided she wanted to kill me. I managed to drive her off, got one of her knives from her and stabbed her in the leg with it, but not before she managed to take out a piece of me, too…” She turned and lifted her head, showing off her eyepatch which she then flipped upward, revealing the big, ‘ugly’ near-vertical scar over where her right eye used to be. Chase and Emily both gasped softly, the latter’s pacifier popping free from her mouth. Their expressions of shock were then replaced by matching looks of pity for the wounded girl. “Oh, sweetheart…” Chase murmured. “Making it in this world alone as a Little is hard enough” Katie said. “But for a Little with no job due to injury, no family for support, and a permanent disability like a missing eye?” Chase nodded. “You’ve done the right thing, taking her in so she won’t have to worry about the possibly-insurmountable obstacles in life she would have faced.” “She’s such a little darling – still rather shy and embarrassed about her new life, but I can tell she’s starting to let herself enjoy it. Anyhow, what’s little Emily’s story?” The other Amazon smiled. “It certainly wasn’t easy getting her, that’s for sure. Emily is very smart, both in terms of raw intelligence – she’s a rather gifted computer programmer, among other things – and in terms of how savvy she is, how good at ‘playing the system’. It took a lot of work and mental gymnastics to best her.” “It was a long, close, harrowing battle of wits” Emily finally spoke, with a slight lisp (Ellie knew that some Amazons would deliberately cultivate this in their Little ‘babies’). “A battle that, in the end, she won.” “I almost didn’t, to be honest. If you hadn’t made that one slip-up toward the end… Anyhow, I’ve made sure she is very happy as my baby girl. Her technical skills are quite valuable to my company, so I keep her intellectually stimulated, even as I baby her and shower her with love and care. …We have a little thing where we’ll alternate challenging each other with ‘brain teasers’, riddles and logic puzzles and such. Since both of us are rather smart, it can routinely take anywhere from 45 minutes to a couple of hours before she or I solve the other’s little mental puzzle.” “During the period of time when Mommy is trying to figure out one of my ‘puzzles’, she can’t treat me like a baby as much as she normally does, she’s gotta talk to me like a grown-up except when she’s changing my diaper or feeding me… and…” Emily blushed “When I’m trying to solve her puzzles, I have to talk in baby-talk, can’t ‘try to’ say big ‘grown-up’ words, have to play with baby toys an’ stuff whenever & however she wants me to…” “The longest Emily has ever stumped me is five hours” Chase said. “And the longest I’ve ever stumped her is three-&-a-half days.” At this point, the food arrived. Chase reached over and picked Emily up out of her big, comfy stroller, seating the Little one in her lap; Katie copied her, holding Ellie the same way. The two Amazons alternated between taking bites of their own food and feeding their little ‘babies’ bites of theirs, the two women smiling at the quiet sounds of enjoyment Emily & Ellie made at the tasty food. ‘Oh wow, I didn’t think sausage & pancakes could be this good…’ Ellie thought. In-between taking bites of her own food or feeding her Little girl, Chase would occasionally use a hand to softly rub Emily’s little belly through her dress, or gently pet her little head, and the tiny blonde girl in question found herself relaxing, leaning back and using Chase’s big, soft breasts as a headrest/pillow as she was fed. Of the many things that had become part of Emily’s life since becoming Chase’s baby, there was one that – despite her embarrassment about it – she had come to like quite a bit: being practically showered with physical affection on a daily basis. Kisses and hugs and cuddles and snuggles, her little head being patted and petted, Chase softly rubbing her soft, sensitive little belly (either over her dress or reaching under it to do it directly), having her thickly-diapered bottom cupped and patted… All these expressions of gentle motherly affection had become quite soothing and comforting for her, even giving her a sense of safety and security. Eventually Emily & Ellie’s food was all gone, the two Amazons holding two Littles with pleasantly-full bellies in their laps as they finished their own breakfasts. “So,” Chase said between bites, “what brings you two out here into the big city?” “Ellie’s never been here before” Katie replied. “I wanted to show her around, maybe check out a few of the shops, sightsee a little… I actually haven’t been here very many times, either, so I don’t really know my way around the city very well besides the route to this restaurant.” “Hmm… Well, why don’t you accompany us on our day off today? I can show you two around, bring you to see some of what the city has to offer. And I’m sure my little Em-Em would be happy to get to know a new friend.” “Oh… Would that really be okay?” Katie looked at Emily to make sure she had no objections. “…I’m fine with it” Chase’s ‘baby’ replied. “You alright with being shown around by us, Ellie?” “S-Sure” the one-eyed Little responded. “That sounds okay.” “Splendid” Chase said with a friendly smile as the waiter brought their checks. “Let’s take a few minutes to rest here while I think of some things to show you & baby Ellie on today’s little ‘tour’, and then we’re off!” ------------------------------------ After they left the restaurant together, Chase drove and led Katie’s car to a place more secure to park their cars for a couple hours of time than a restaurant parking-lot. Then, they set out together – two Amazons walking along the somewhat busy city sidewalk, pushing side-by-side the big, well-made, comfortable strollers containing their darling little baby-girls. As they walked, Chase would occasionally point out a store or such they were passing by and give a sentence’s worth of exposition on it, in addition to the two ‘adults’ discussing other little small-talk things. While that went on, Emily & Ellie occasionally had little conversations of their own, getting to know each other better, and they seemed to be getting along quite well. Eventually, Chase led them to and into a rather spacious two-story bookstore, which she said to have the best selection in the city area, claiming she’d promised a couple of days ago to bring Emily here. “My little Em-Em is a rather avid reader” she explained, as Emily’s eyes wandered over some of the books available, already mentally picking a few out. Katie smiled. “My little niece Maya is the same way. My brother & his wife, with Maya in tow, will likely be moving in next-door to us soon, so maybe I could take her here; she’d love it. …Have I mentioned her?” “No, I don’t think you have.” Chase and Emily listened to Katie’s quick description of Maya’s personality and past, earning some sympathy from both. The group then began wandering around the bookstore, with Emily and Ellie both making a few choices (mostly via pointing them out, as they both had their pacifiers in) that their ‘mommies’ happily said they’d buy for them. Suddenly, though, Ellie heard a soft squeak/whimper from Emily. She turned to look, and saw the other blonde Little with a faint blush on her cheeks, as the tiny pale-pink baby-rattle silhouettes that covered her thick, puffy diaper were now darkening to a much more visible reddish-pink. Chase leaned forward over the stroller, looking down with a little smile on her face as she watched her little baby girl wet her diaper. Eventually, Emily let out a soft sigh, slowly suckling on her pacifier, her face somewhat red and her eyes half-open, as her body relaxed in the stroller, dwelling on the embarrassing sensations of a warm and ‘squishy’ freshly-wet diaper. Less than 10 full seconds later, Ellie felt the familiar pressure. She only managed to hold it back very briefly before she too began wetting her diaper, letting out a quiet embarrassed grown/whimper as she felt the wet warmth spreading, making the tiny kitty-head silhouettes on her diaper turn a darker, more visible pink. She suckled slowly on her binky as she kept ‘going’, sitting/laying back in her stroller, her body giving a tiny little shudder. Just as the last of it finished coming out, Katie’s hand reached in and petted her little head, making her blush more. Chase giggled softly. “Fortunately, this store has a special diaper-changing room, instead of a simple fold-out changing table in the restroom. Let’s get our little girls into clean, dry diapies, shall we?” They headed for the back of the store, reaching a room between the men’s and women’s restrooms with the simplistic drawing of a diaper on the door in place of a ‘male’ or ‘female’ figure. Inside, the walls and ceiling were a soft light pink color, the latter also having white puffy clouds here & there. There were several padded diaper-changing tables, including a few that were double-wide so that two ‘babies’ could be changed side by side at the same time if their guardians were so inclined. Katie and Chase did just that, lifting Ellie & Emily out of their strollers and laying them side by side on one of the bigger changing tables, their pretty pink-laced white dresses moved up to fully expose their diapers and tummies. As the Littles’ arms went up on either side of their heads, Ellie’s left hand and Emily’s right touched, and semi-instinctively they lightly held hands. As one, the two Amazons un-taped and removed their little girls’ wet diapers, and the two tiny blonde Littles then let out cute little squeaks and shivers as they were carefully wiped clean, their cheeks going pink. Katie made a nonverbal suggestion via gestures and facial expressions to Chase, who grinned and nodded, as the two picked out new diapers for their little ones. The girls’ little butts were lifted up so that their diapers could be slid underneath and powdered, and then Ellie & Emily let out matching cute little squeaks and tiny split-second ‘baby-giggles’ as their little bottoms were coated in baby powder. With their now-white bottoms gently lowered onto the diapers, they let out a few more little squeaks as baby powder was sprinkled all over their crotches and abdomens. Emily’s thumb softly, slowly rubbed the back of Ellie’s hand as they briefly squeezed each other a little tighter. Katie powdered Ellie’s upper inner thighs and up her front to just below her belly-button, and Chase followed suit with Emily. Finally, their new diapers were taped on nice and snug, and both girls cooed softly in much the same way at the thick, puffy, soft comfort, as their ‘mommies’ softly patted their padded abdomens and crotches. Katie let out a quiet squee. “They look so cute together~!” Chase nodded. “Good call, Katie.” Emily and Ellie sat partially up, and blushed as they saw that, on top of their near-identical dresses & pacifiers and very similar hair & eye colors, now they were in matching diapers as well – light pink, with pink-tinged white frilly waistbands, tapes, big soft-edged hearts on the red-background front decals, and tiny red hearts all over the diapers. They realized they were still holding hands, and blushed a little more as they let go. Both girls were picked up and held by their ‘mommies’, soft pats to their thickly diapered bottoms making them blush, coo, and instinctively snuggle closer in their guardians’ arms. The two Littles were put back into their strollers and wheeled back into the bookstore together. Right away they were spotted by a small ‘pack’ of teenage Amazons, who cooed and giggled at how adorable they looked together, making both little blonde girls blush brightly. They moved on through the store, heading for the science section at Emily’s request. As they approached the anatomy section, though, they heard a woman’s voice softly humming a calm, cheerful little tune. Turning the corner into the aisle, they saw an Amazon woman in a knee-length brown & yellow dress [AN: I am a guy and have no fashion sense whatsoever, so if someone more fashion-savvy than me knows this is actually a “bad” color combination or whatever, please let me know], with wavy brown hair and green eyes, humming as she looked through the books. She had one hand on a handle of a stroller similar to Ellie & Emily’s strollers, and in it was a Little, around Emily’s size if not a little bit smaller. She had dark-brown hair currently done up in pigtails held by frilly ribbons, and a pair of pink-framed glasses over her brown eyes. A pink & white heart-themed pacifier was in her mouth. She was clad in a poofy, frilly green & white dress with a couple of little bits of light-pink here & there, that near-fully exposed her thick, puffy white diaper with little pink bunnies on it. Seeing the newcomers, with Chase and Katie smiling at her cuteness, the little girl’s eyes widened and her face went red. “Hm?” the Amazon took notice of the quartet, turning to them with a bright, sunny smile. “Hello there. Oh, your babies are so cute! They even match!” “Your little one is adorable as well” Katie replied. “She looks so tiny!” The woman giggled softly. “I’m Brianna, and this little one is Betty. …Well, she prefers ‘Elizabeth’, but she’s my widdle ‘bouncing baby Betty’!” ‘Betty’ let out a soft groan through her pacifier, blushing a little brighter and averting her gaze. Brianna then lifted her up out of the stroller and held her, one hand on her back and the other cupping her diapered bottom, as she wrapped her little arms around Brianna and half-buried her face in the woman’s shoulder. “So what brings you to this part of the bookstore?” Chase asked. “Doing some studying?” “Oh, it’s not entirely for me. In addition to being cute, Betty is also very smart. She’s studying neurology. …She’s my baby genius!” She cuddled the brown-haired Little, baby-talking at her and patting her padded bottom. “She’s da smawtest widdle diapie-baby girl in the whole~ wide world!” ‘Betty’ whimpered, trying to hide her face more, yet at the same time it was clear that the love and affection made her happy and content on some level. “How’d you meet her?” Katie asked. “Well,” Brianna started, slowly rocking Betty back & forth while rubbing her back and occasionally patting her bottom as she talked, “from what I understand she was pretty much alone before I met her. She didn’t have anyone to take care of her; she even found a college that let her go home at night and didn’t stick her with an ‘overseer’ and make her wear diapers. She was nervous and didn’t know how to deal with people, so she acted all ‘cool’ and quiet and a bit snippy to try and keep people away. …She’s still a little like that; we’re working on that. “I remember when I first saw her. She looked so cute, tryin’ to look all professional and grown-up, with her hair up in that little bun, and the glasses with brown frames to match her eyes… though, I think her pink frames she has now look even better on her. Anyway, at the college we both go to, some of the professors and people who work in the campus library have a little ‘system’ set up. Sometimes, if they figure out a Little is all on their own, they’ll contact the Little and ask them if they need any assistance at home, or with schoolwork, and if so then they send someone from this one group of volunteers who signed up for that sort of thing. Now, I’m not sure why she said yes – maybe she thought it’d just be little things, or maybe it was to get them to leave her alone… But in any case, I was selected, and imagine my happy surprise when I showed up at the address given, the door was opened, and I was met with the sight of the same cute little girl I saw earlier looking up at me! “As we talked and got to know each other, I just knew that I had to have her as my baby girl! Of course, I didn’t just ‘babify’ her right away on the spot; I did my ‘job’ by helping her around the house (she lived in an apartment made for tall Betweeners, so it was hard for her with how teeny-tiny she is), I made sure she took care of herself, I earned her trust, I came to care for her as a person more and more with each passing day… When I finally made her into my baby girl, it was such a wonderful moment – such a wonderful day. She looked so precious… I have so many cute memories of my time with her – the first time I diapered her, the look on her cute widdle face the first time she wet her diapie, and the first time she made messies in her diapie for me as I held her, the first time I breast-fed her, when I first introduced her to her binky and her special rattle… “Now, as I’ve implied, even though I’ve made her into my baby girl I haven’t made her give up on her studies; Betty is very smart, and wants to do her best to try and become an expert in neurology, and I’m doing what I can to help her. It just so happens that, at the same time, she’s also my widdle diapie-baby girl who I shower with love! I’m so lucky and so, so happy to have her as my little girl, and although she’s still super-embarrassed about it…” ‘Betty’ shyly removed her pacifier just enough to speak. “I… I have to admit that I’ve come to… to like parts of it.” Her voice was high, and soft, and slightly breathy, sounding amazingly adorable. “And Brianna… Mama is so warm and kind and loving… I still w-wish she wouldn’t go so over-the-top in babying me in front of other people, though…” Brianna giggled, kissing the little brunette baby on the head. Chase and Katie smiled at the cuteness. “I’m glad she’s found somebody who loves her so much and takes such good care of her” Chase said. “And neurology? It’s rare to meet someone smart and driven enough to be good at that sort of thing, Little or otherwise.” ‘Betty’ nodded. “M-My uncle was a racecar driver. He died of a head injury in a crash. I think that’s what started my interest in that sort of thing.” At the slight hint of sadness in the girl’s tone, her ‘mother’ snuggled her closer, rocking her back & forth. Elizabeth sighed softly, putting her pacifier back into her mouth and slowly suckling on it as she laid her head on Brianna’s shoulder. “She’s so darling…” Chase said. “Well, anyway, I’m taking these two on a tour of the big city today, so we’d better get a move on. It was nice meeting you, Brianna. You two, ‘baby Betty’.” “Bye~” Katie waved to them as she and the three others of her group took their leave, heading for the checkout with their purchases. Now with a few shopping bags carrying books hanging off the sides of the strollers, they left the bookstore behind and continued on down the sidewalk, passing by a fair number of people. Many of the passers-by, particularly women, ‘aww’ed and cooed and giggled at the adorableness of Emily and Ellie together, with their matching dresses, binkies, pigtails, and pink diapers. “So,” Katie said, “where to next?” Chase grinned. “Somewhere I think our little ones will enjoy.” Curious as to what Chase meant by that, Ellie looked around… and, as they turned a corner, her eye widened a little as she saw where she & Emily were being pushed towards in their strollers: a large, brightly-colored toystore.

Ellie realized that nowadays, her face seemed to be pretty much locked in a permanent blush. Well okay, that was an exaggeration, but it sure didn’t feel like much of one. Case in point, she was presently seated in a pink high-chair of the fast-food restaurant Katie had taken her to, being lovingly hand-fed her lunch by her adoring ‘mommy’, with a handful of other customers occasionally making quiet comments about how adorable she looked. All the same, though, it was also just a bit comforting, being fed like this… and the food was good, too. After Ellie swallowed the last bite, Katie petting her on the head made her blush but also smile. “So,” the Amazon said, “there’s a little park nearby. Wanna go play there for a bit, sweetie?” “…S-Sure” Ellie replied softly, not seeing the harm in it. ----- After a 20-minute walk from the fast-food restaurant, they arrived at a small park in the middle of uptown. It was a nice place, with trees and grass and some flowers, a sidewalk path winding through it for fitness walks and the like, and a pond in the center with a few ducks in it. There was a playground, with a jungle-gym and a swing-set and a few slides. And of course, the park was not unoccupied; quite a few children (and a few ‘babified’ Littles) moved about, watched over by their parents and guardians. Katie pulled up to a ‘stroller parking area’, and unbuckled Ellie from the stroller. Ellie was lifted up into Katie’s warm arms, and she reflexively wrapped her little arms around the Amazon woman’s neck and shoulders as Katie walked slowly, carrying her over towards the playground. Ellie blushed as she saw and heard some of the parents take notice of her, smiling warmly as they admired how adorable she looked with her pigtails, frilly white dress, and exposed thick diaper, being carried in her mama’s arms. “Do you like swings?” Katie asked her softly. Ellie’s eye widened a little, a faint flush to her cheeks; she was quite embarrassed to admit to anyone, but she had always loved playing on swingsets. She gave a tiny nod, and Katie giggled quietly and snuggled her, giving her diapered butt a few gentle pats that both embarrassed and soothed the girl. Ellie then found herself placed in a baby swing, perfectly sized for her little body. Then, she started moving – or being moved, rather. As Katie pushed her on the swing, softly at first but slowly increasing, Ellie slowly let her embarrassments and worries fade into the back of her mind for now, feeling a simple, innocent joy in her heart as she swung. As she got going, she let the pacifier fall from her mouth, hanging from the silk ribbon-necklace around her neck, and an innocent, adorable little smile formed on her face. The feel of the motion, the breeze, the thick and very comfy diaper ‘hugging’ her butt and crotch… Ellie was quite happy right now. After a few minutes, Katie slowly brought the swing to a stop, loving the beautiful little smile on her baby-girl’s face. She lifted Ellie up out of the swing, hugging the little one close, and she smiled as she felt Ellie relax in her arms. “What now?’ the Little girl mumbled. “…It’s been a bit of a busy day, huh?” Katie replied. “Even though it’s only just hit 1:00PM. How about a nice walk along the path through the park, around the pond, and then we’ll go home?” After a few seconds, Ellie nodded. She made a quiet coo as Katie gently patted her padded bottom a few times while walking back over to their stroller. Soon she found herself strapped into her surprisingly comfortable stroller, with Katie pushing her along the concrete path, moving at a leisurely pace. Ellie relaxed as the walk got going, shifting around a little to get comfy, blushing faintly at hearing and feeling her diaper shift and crinkle with the movement, the super-soft powdered padding ‘caressing’ her. There was a lovely little breeze, being farther from the playground let the sounds of nature – birds, rustling leaves, the occasional duck in the pond – be heard more clearly, even the slow-paced movement of the stroller and the ‘presence’ of Katie were soothing. She wasn’t about to doze off or anything, but Ellie couldn’t help but feel relaxed. She brought her binky into her mouth, softly suckling on it, and that added to the pleasantness of this whole thing. Briefly leaning forward to look down at her little one, Katie felt joy at seeing how relaxed and calm and content Ellie looked. She reached into a pouch on the side of the stroller, and pulled out Ellie’s rattle. With one hand pushing the stroller, the other brought the rattle up over Ellie’s head and began to shake it. In her current mental & emotional state, you could almost say Ellie welcomed the rattle’s effect on her. She felt the calmness and relaxation intensify, spreading through her; she had already been letting any complex thoughts or worries drift away in the relaxing atmosphere, and the rattle’s effect helped with that, leaving her in a state of simple, relaxed, innocent, infantile bliss. She cooed softly as she slowly suckled on her pacifier, her eye half-closing as an adorable smile formed behind her binky, the sounds of nature and the hypnotic rattle combining to bring her into a beautiful state of mind. After completing a circuit of the park’s path, Katie gradually stopped shaking the rattle as they left the park and started along the sidewalk, making their somewhat lengthy journey back to the parking structure. On the way back, Ellie received several more comments about what an adorable baby she was, a few people cooing at her, leaving her feeling shy and embarrassed and blushing, but she was also still very relaxed and content from the ‘nature walk’ and the rattle, a tiny smile still on her little face. After arriving at the parking structure, the ride home was nice and calm, Ellie leaning back a little in her car-seat. When they got home, and Katie went through the security systems and opened the door, Ellie was soon freed from the stroller again, and brought up into her mama’s warm arms. Katie smiled as she moved through the entrance-way and into the living room, flopping down on the couch with her. Ellie’s chin rested on her shoulder, little arms around the Amazon’s neck, as Katie’s hands softly rubbed her back and cupped & softly patted her diapered bottom. Ellie let out a soft coo as she nuzzled against Katie’s neck, suckling on her binky, an adorable little blush and little relaxed smile on her face. ‘It’s still so embarrassing that I’m a baby now… but… I’m so lucky, so glad, that Katie found me… If I’m going to be a baby, then I probably couldn’t ask for a better mommy…’ ------------------------------------ It was now about 5:30, and Ellie assumed – judging by the previous two days – that dinner would be soon. Right now she lay on the big comfy couch on her back, looking up at her now-bare feet being stretched upward, spread apart by the puffy bulk of her thick diaper that was being ‘displayed’ by this position (currently one with pink bunnies on it, replacing the music-note one she had wet a couple hours ago). She was about to sit up, when a smiling face popped into her vision, Katie leaning over her. The Amazon woman giggled softly as she looked down at her ‘baby’ girl, moving into position near Ellie’s legs, which were still ‘reaching’ up. Before Ellie could react, Katie’s hands grabbed hold of her little bare feet, softly rubbing them a little, making Ellie blush faintly. Then, Katie started slowly and gently ‘bicycling’ Ellie’s legs, bending her knees and making the legs slowly move back & forth alternating. Ellie’s blush deepened at the silly, infantile act, though at the same time it – along with Katie’s gentle motherly smile – made her feel a little more relaxed, giving her a sense of gentle security, along with a slight bit of innocent enjoyment just as a real baby would feel at this. After about 20 seconds, though, Ellie’s tiny shy smile faded as she felt a familiar pressure in her lower belly and her backside that grew rapidly, quickly becoming very difficult to hold back. Katie, sensing her little one’s discomfort and – by time of day and body language – deducing the cause, decided to ‘help’ Ellie along. She briefly released one of Ellie’s legs, sliding a hand up under the Little’s short, diaper-exposing dress, and softly pressed down on her lower belly just above the waistband of her diaper in a certain way. Ellie let out a soft, cute “Eeep!” at that, and then a groan as the pressure grew further. Just as Katie’s hand took hold of her ankle again, Ellie’s body gave in. Ellie let out a whimpered groan of distress as, lying on her back, she began messing her diaper. Her mommy folded her legs up and held them apart, lifting her diapered butt just a little bit off the couch to ‘make room’, with the pressure of her folded legs against her belly also ‘helping’ push the mess out a little bit faster. Ellie let out unhappy little noises, her face flushed, as she felt the hot, mushy, icky mess coming out of her (with her body working against her will to push it out, even) and filling her snug diaper. As it kept coming and coming, Ellie let out a soft whimper as Katie lifted her legs a little to lift her butt more, leaving less of it in contact with the sofa and thus making more room for more mess as it continued. Finally, after what felt to the poor Little like forever, it stopped, leaving her in a rather full messy diaper, the mushy icky mess being ‘held’ so close against her feeling so hot and making her eye threaten to tear up. She looked up at her ‘mommy’ with a plaintive expression on her cute little face. “Oh, baby-girl,” Katie cooed softly to her, “don’t worry. Mama’s gonna change you outta that messy diapie. Up we go…” The Amazon carefully picked her full-diapered little girl up, listening to the soft sound of discomfort Ellie let out at the feel of the mess shifting a little in her snug diaper. Ellie was carried over to the changing table, gently laying her on her back, with Ellie making another unhappy sound and lifting her legs & butt to try and minimize contact between the seat of her diaper and the table’s padding. As Ellie closed her eye and put her hands up beside her head, Katie softly rubbed her hands along the little one’s sides and then un-taped the diaper, pulling it open and away; Ellie felt relief that the icky hot mess was no longer near her little bottom. She then let out a soft squeak as Katie started to gently yet very thoroughly wipe her clean, getting every little bit of her diaper area. Soon, Ellie let out a very quiet sigh as she was finally nice and clean. She relaxed as she heard a new diaper being pulled out, opened up, and slid beneath her lifted-up butt. After Katie powdered that, Ellie shivered a little bit at the pleasant, soothing, and slightly tickle-like sensation of her little bottom being coated in baby powder; it was gradually becoming more difficult to hold back from letting out a “cute widdle baby-giggle” (as Jessica called it) from it. Her now-white bottom was gently lowered onto the waiting also-powdered diaper, and then baby powder was sprinkled all over her crotch and abdomen, up to just below her little belly-button. “There we go, sweetheart” Katie said in a sweet tone as she taped Ellie’s new diaper (it had kitties on it) nice and comfy-snug, just the way she knew her little girl liked it. “Does a nice, new diapie feel good?” Blushing a little, Ellie nodded. “Comfy an’ soft…” she murmured. Katie picked her up into a hug, snuggling her baby girl and softly patting her thickly-diapered bottom, making Ellie blush a little more but also comforting and soothing her as she rested her head on the Amazon’s shoulders as she was carried over to the couch for some more cuddle time. ---------- Though still rather embarrassed about it, Ellie – already feeling calm and relaxed and safe – did not hesitate to slowly, gently take Katie’s offered breast between her lips and begin to suckle, making Katie let out a soft, content sigh. As the sweet, warm milk began to flow into her mouth and then into her waiting tummy, Ellie felt the matching emotional ‘warm’ spreading through her as well – worries and complex thoughts drifting away as she felt warm, relaxed, comfortable, content, safe & secure, and loved. Soon, she made a tiny noise as she began to wet her flower-themed diaper (currently the only thing she was wearing), and the spreading ‘squishy’ warmth of it somehow felt pleasant and comfortable and soothing, joining with what she was already feeling. Katie’s warm, gentle hand softly caressed the little head she was cradling and holding to her breast, while the other hand slowly rubbed the tiny girl’s lower back, helping to relax her even further. Time had no meaning in a beautiful moment like this, as Ellie shyly yet happily allowed herself to be submerged in the sensations and emotions. Eventually, it ended, with Ellie softly releasing her mouth’s hold as her stomach was now nice and full, the warmth in her belly feeling amazingly pleasant. She murmured softly, holding onto her ‘mommy’ as she was picked up and carried, moving up the stairs and into her bedroom/nursery. She was gently laid on her back on the changing table, looking up at Katie with a sleepy and content expression that warmed Katie’s heart. With how pleasantly warm Ellie felt inside & out, the cool air on her damp skin as the wet diaper was removed made her shiver a little for a second. She made cute little squeaks as she was wiped clean, the cool baby-wipes making her shiver again, though it also felt comforting, soothing, and pleasant in more than one way. After, her night-diaper – white with pale-pink hearts all over – was taken out and put into place beneath her lifted-up bottom, Katie applying ample baby powder to it. Ellie then let out a tiny, sleepy little giggle at the feel of her butt being baby-powdered, and then a cute, soft coo as she was lowered onto the diaper and baby powder was applied to her crotch, abdomen, inner thighs, and lower belly. Finally the super-thick diaper was taped into place, the puffy bulk forcing Ellie’s little legs apart and surrounding her butt, crotch, and abdomen. Katie gently picked up her little one and carried her over to her crib, laying her down on the soft mattress and pillow, smiling as she saw how content and comfortable Ellie was right now (as well as how adorable she was, with a sleepy little smile and her super-thick girly baby diaper). She knelt down, stuck Ellie’s pacifier into the Little’s mouth, and softly kissed her forehead, earning a soft coo from the ‘baby’ girl. Ellie, of her own volition, reached over and grabbed one of her big, super-soft teddy bears, pulling it close and snuggling it. Katie raised the crib’s bars up, set the overhead mobile spinning slowly, and made her exit, hitting the lights as she left. As Ellie slowly drifted off into peaceful, comfortable sleep, Katie sighed happily; she was so lucky to have Ellie as her baby girl. Tomorrow was going to be a bit of a busy day for the little one; in the afternoon, Ellie would be taken to the local pediatrician (specializing in Little care) for an extensive check-up; Katie figured Ellie seemed quite healthy, but she wanted to be totally sure. She headed downstairs to watch some TV before bed, while in the nursery Ellie was enveloped in gentle warmth, security, contentment, and comfort, softly suckling her binky with a tiny smile behind it as she headed for dreamland.