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I've always found them a bit pointless, a wet diaper and a dry diaper already look different enough.

chapter 7 Ella let out a cute yawn as she slowly sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "How was your nap, Ella?" Nikkole asked her. "Good," Ella replied, yawning as she stretched her arms above her head. Seeing a good opportunity, Nikkole reached forward and began tickling Ella's unprotected armpits. Ella erupted into a fit of laughter, and she began kicking and begging Nikkole to let her go. Nikkole couldn't help but giggle while hearing the little girl's laughter but did as she wished and stopped, letting the girl catch her breath. Ella was now lying on the bed, still slightly giggling from the tickle attack, a warm smile on her face. When was the last time she woke up this happy? It's not like the last few years were all bad, but Ella found it hard to think of when she woke up in a happy mood like this. Ella wanted nothing more than for this moment to last longer. But something began to bubble up, and Ella realized what it was. "'Mo-Nikkole, um, could you, um," Ella said as she sat up and squirmed a little. "Yes?" Nikkole replied, slightly confused. "U-um, could you h-help me to the bathroom?" Ella asked while stuttering. "I-i need to p-pee." Nikkole smiled as she stood up and showed Ella to the bathroom. "I'll give you some privacy." Nikkole told her with a slight smile, "Just yell if you need help." "O-ok," Ella replied with a blush as she entered the bathroom. Ella turned to face the toilet and smiled that she didn't need to use the diaper. The ripping sound of the diaper tabs could have been music to her ears as She sat on the toilet for the first time in what felt like forever and could pee normally. Once she was done and cleaned herself off, Ella realized she didn't have anything to cover up her lower half. She peeked out the door and called out for Nikkole. "Are you done?" Nikkole called out. "Ya! But I don't have anything to cover up with!" Ella called back. "It's fine, just come to the nursery!" Nikkole called. For a moment, Ella was a little nervous to walk out of the bathroom without anything down there, but she remembered Nikkole had already seen that place a few times. So. Ella opened the door, covered her front area with her hands, and walked to the nursery. "I got a surprise for you," Nikkole said with a smile as she walked over and led Ella to the crib. Laying there was a diaper and what looked like little girl training pants. Something Nikkole picked up at the coroner store earlier. "Ella, I know you don't like the diapers, but I don't want you to have an accident in my...no, our home," Nikkole said as she corrected herself while Ella turned to look up to her. "So I wanted to let you have the option of wearing these instead of diapers." Nikkole picked up the training pants and gave them to Ella. "S-so no more diapers?" Ella asked as she took hold of the training pants. "No, but those will only be for nighttime or long car rides," Nikkole told her. Again, Ella wanted to say no, to say she was an adult who wore regular underwear. But she had to ask why? How many times did she have accidents despite all the work she did to prevent them? She did not drink so much when she was out, going to the bathroom every hour, just to still wind up with a small wet spot occasionally. "O-ok Nikkole. I-ill wear them." Ella said as she gave Nikkole a small smile. Nikkole smiled back as she took the training pants and held them open for Ella to step into. Once pulled up, Ella couldn't help but feel odd. They were not as thin as regular panties, but they were not as thick as diapers, either. A lot like the pull-ups she had back home on occasion, but softer. "Good girl," Nikkole said as she patted Ella's hair. Making Ella blush. Then Nikkole sat on the crib mattress and looked down at Ella. "Ella, there are a few things I would like to talk to you about," Nikkole said as Ella looked at her nervously. "It's OK, you're not in trouble or anything. I just wanted to go over a few house rules, OK? Rule 1. As I said before, you'll wear your trainers during the day, but I want you to wear diapers at night. OK?" "Y-yes," Ella replied with a nod. While she didn't like the diapers, at least it was only at night. After waking up with a wet diaper this morning, it would be hard to say no. "2, you'll eat at least half of all the food I give you," Again, Ella nodes already accepting she needs to eat more. "3, no more bad language in this house. OK?" While Ella thought that rule was a little unnecessary, she again nodded in agreement. "Good girl," Nikkole tells Ella as she stands up. "For being so good, would you like some ice cream?" Ella looked up at Nikkole with a big smile. "Yes." A few minutes later, the two were down in the kitchen. Ella sat at the table as Nikkole brought over some strawberry ice cream. "T-thank you, Nikkole," Ella told her as the bowl was set in front of her. "You welcome," Nikkole tells her as she gives Ella a pet on the head. As Nikkole was busy looking things over for dinner later, Ella ate her ice cream and looked around. She noted a hallway she had yet to go to and a lot of pictures hanging on the wall. One, in particular, caught Ella's eye. It was of Nikkole holding who Ella could only guess was Alex. They looked like they were at a park and were playing and having a lot of fun when the person took that photo. As she looked at it, she couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart. 'Why couldn't I have that?' 'she is lucky to have a mom like Nikkole.' 'I wish Nikkole was my mommy and not her's..." Ella suddenly felt very cold, a tear streamed down her face as she remembered that Alex was gone. Was she really getting jealous of a dead girl? "Ella?" Nikkole asked from behind Ella in the kitchen, snapping Ella out of her thoughts. "Are you OK?" "Oh, um," Ella said, wiping the tear away. "I-I'm fine. W-what's over there?" Ella pointed at the hallway in hopes of changing the subject. "Oh, right!" Nikkole said as she just realized something. "I still need to show you the rest of the house! Nikkole walked over and pointed at the stairs. "As you know, upstairs has my room, the nursery, and a bathroom," Nikkole told Ella as she turned to the kitchen, "you see the kitchen here, and over there is the living room." Nikkole pointed out the rooms Ella had already been to but went to the hallway next. "Right this way," Nikkole tells Ella as she gets up from the table and leaves her bowl there for the moment. In the hallway, there were four doors. The closest one was just another bathroom. The one on the other side of it was opened up to be a home office. "This was my father's office until he passed away, then I used it until I retired," Nikkole told Ella. "But now it's just an old room collecting dust." The next room was just a little laundry room. Nothing much to say about it. But the last door was different. Unlike the rest, it was much bigger and was painted a bright orange. As Nikkole opened the door, Ella was surprised to see stairs leading down. As they reached the bottom, Nikkole turned on the lights and surprised Ella with a playroom! To Ella's left, there was a small table with art supplies scattered about, some hanging on the wall. There was a changing table to her right, most likely for a quick change instead of going up two flights of stairs. Then, in front of her, there were toys everywhere! Most were stuffed animals, but Ella could see other toys like dolls, legos, and even a spot where some board games were. Thankfully, there weren't any life-size baby dolls. Those things creep her out. But those toys were nothing compared to the GIANT STUFED UNICORN! It was sitting off in a corner, and even sitting down, it was about as tall as Ella herself! Ella was stunned at seeing it, and part of her just wanted to hug it. She didn't know why. The room looked amazing, and Ella had no doubts any child would love to play there. But something didn't feel right. As Ella looked around, she could see the toys were scattered everywhere, well played with, but the room felt off. Almost sad... "This was Alex's playroom," Nikkole told Ella. "My little baby just loved playing here for hours on end." That's when Ella realized why she felt off. She could now see the thin layer of dust on everything like the toys had not been played with since their owner left them. Ella looked up to see the half smile on Nikkole's face slowly fading as she looked at the room and thought of her daughter. Ella didn't want to see Nikkole sad. She had to think of something to at least get her mind off it. With the first thing that came to mind, Ella walked forward, picked up a stuffed raccoon, and hugged it before turning to Nikkole. "N-Nikkole, wou-ould it be OK if i-i play in here s-some time?" Ella asked, slightly embarrassed as she tried to hide her face behind the stuffed kitty. Nikkole was snapped out of her thoughts and was slightly shocked Ella would ask her that. Then she realized immediately what Ella was doing for her. She smiled and crouched down to Ella and hugged her. "Of course. You can come and play any time you want." Nikkole told Ella. Ella might not be as interested in all the toys as a child would be, but if it made Nikkole happy, she would go along with it for her. Being this close to Ella, Nikkole could smell the little girl. It wasn't the smell of a dirty diaper but one of a child who hadn't had a bath in a while. "Ella, when was the last time you showered?" Nikkole asked. Ella's face was bright red. "A-a few days," she said meekly. "M-my shower w-was broken a-and I was waiting f-for it to get fixed." "Well, come along. Mine works, and you could certainly need it." Nikkole said as she gave a slight giggle. As Nikkole and Ella were leaving the room, Ella gave the room one more look. It might have been Ella's imagination, but the room seemed a bit brighter. Like it was happy to know someone would be using it again soon. As they went into the bathroom, Nikkole asked Ella to get undressed while she did something. When Ella was naked, she was a little surprised to see Nikkole running a bath for her. "Go ahead and relax a little bit. I'm going to go make dinner." Nikkole said as she walked by Ella and petted her head. As Ella stepped into the tub, she couldn't help but let out a moan as the hot water felt so good. Ella laid back and let the hot water surround her as she relaxed. Were baths always this relaxing? When was the last time she got to bathe and relax? It was back just before she found out she had Preas. After that, she did anything she could to look more grown up, and only babies played in the bath. As Ella relaxed, she didn't care if this was considered babyish. She realized just how good the relaxing bath felt and wouldn't mind more of them. Nikkole knocked on the door and told Ella there were clothes and a towel outside the bathroom door. Ella thanked her before dunking her head into the water and having her whole body emerge momentarily. As Ella reemerged, she began thinking of what happened today and what she was doing yesterday. She would have woken up any other day, most likely in a wet pull-up. She would have had to do another wet wipe clean, so she did not smell too bad without her hot water. Her stomach would be begging for food, and she would only give it a single piece of bread and an energy bar plus her vitamins. She would play her switch for entertainment for a few hours before she got bored and took a walk. But that walk would only be around the motel, and if she tried to leave without a car, she would have most likely been mugged. Ella would then see Bob, who, depending on how hungover he was, would tell her what house they would hit next or have Ella look for one. Then she would return to her room and nap for a few hours, skipping lunch and waiting for nightfall. For dinner, she would only eat a small salad and an energy bar before having Bob drop her off to scope a place or robe someone. Now look at her, been reduced to diapers, cried more times than she could count, had her bare bottom spanked more than once, forced to eat, forced to go to a doctor, and practically became a baby by a person she was trying to rob this morning! And despite all of that, Ella would have done it all again. Ella finally found someone else, someone who was willing to hear her out. Ready to give her a second chance even if she didn't deserve it, willing to trust her. Nikkole did all of this, wanting nothing in return... Was that really alright? Being taken care of and offering nothing? No, she would ask Nikkole and try to offer anything to her to pay back her kindness! She giggled when Ella finally got out of the bath and slightly opened the door to get her clothes. Nikkole gave her another trainer and a blue footie pajama. She decided not to fuss about it too much. After everything Nikkole has done, wearing this wouldn't be so bad. But as she put it on, she found the back zipper hard to pull up. So she went downstairs to ask Nikkole for help. She could smell the scent of spices and tomato sauce cooking, making her mouth water slightly. "N-Nikkole?" Ella said as she walked into the kitchen. "Oh! Hi sweetie, how was your bath?" Nikkole asked as she drained a pot of pasta. "F-fantastic!" Ella said with a smile. "B-but um, I need a little help." Ella turned to show the zipper, and Nikkole giggled. Nikkole walked over, finished zipping up the pajama, and smiled at how cute little Ella looked. "Now go sit down at the table, and we'll have dinner in just a moment," Nikkole told Ella, who nodded and got to the table. A few minutes later, Nikkole came over with two plates of spaghetti with French bread and a glass of fruit juice. Nikkole enjoyed watching as the little girl with the eating problem was finally eating and slightly making a mess on her face. Nikkole giggled as she handed Ella a napkin to wipe her face with, but she didn't do a good job. "Here, let me help." Nikkole said as she took the napkin and cleaned Ella's slightly blushing face." "T-thank you," Ella said shyly. Ella could only eat about 1/3rd of the plate before she got full. Which was not surprising to Nikkole. Someone like Ella needs to work on getting back her weight; going slow is for the best. She was just glad Ella was eating. "OK, Ella, why don't you go watch some TV while I do the dishes," Nikkole told Ella as she grabbed the plates. "W-wait!" Ella cried out as Nikkole was walking away. "Huh?" Nikkole said as she turned back. "I-i can c-clean the kitchen. Y-you've already d-done a lot for m-me." Ella told Nikkole. "I-i want to h-help in a-anyway I-i can." Nikkole smiled as she put the plates down, knelt before Ella, and rubbed her head. "Why don't we do it together?" Nikkole asked, which made Ella smile. While Nikkole did the dishes, Ella wiped down the table and counters. Thankfully, Nikkole still had Alex's old step stool for Ella to reach high places. "Thank you, Ella, you were a tremendous help." Nikkole lied to Ella as she still praised the little girl for trying. Ella had missed quite a few spots, and Nikkole would have to go back and fix that, but at least Ella tried, and Nikkole would show her how to do better later. She'll wait until Ella is asleep before finishing the job. "Let's watch some TV before bed," Nikkole suggested, and Ella agreed. Upon getting to the living room, Ella stopped when she saw the boxes and her purse. "Oh, right! I didn't get the chance to tell you. I went to your apartment and got most of your stuff for you." Nikkole told Ella. "W-wait, but how!" Ella asked, stunned. "While you were napping, I paid Mr.Tenderheart a visit. Let's just say he won't bother you if he knows what's good for him." Ella was just in shock at hearing this. Was Bob out of her life? She didn't have to go back to that apartment? Could she really start over? Nikkole picked up Ella and wiped a tear from her eye. "You can stay here as long as you want, Ella," Nikkole said before kissing the girl on the forehead. "Now, we'll deal with the boxes tomorrow. Let's just relax and watch some TV." Ella obliged and was sitting on the 2 seater couch facing the TV. Partly leaning on Nikkole as they watched 2 TV shows and started a movie. Before the movie started, Nikkole went to the kitchen and brought back a little snack. She gave Ella 2 Oreo cookies and a glass of warm Preas formula with strawberry syrup. Ella thanked her and ate her cookies before sipping on her surprisingly delicious and somewhat comforting milk. She didn't know it was Preas formula, but the taste brought a calming feeling to her. But as the movie started and Ella got engrossed, she forgot she was still holding half a glass and spilling it on herself. Nikkole and Ella jumped up before Ella started crying for making a mess. "Shh, it's OK, Ella. Accidents happen." Nikkole told her as she took Ella by the hand and led her upstairs. Nikkole removed the wet pajamas before picking Ella up and placing her on the changing table. "Might as well do this now," Nikkole said as she took off Ella's trainers and put her into a nighttime diaper. Part of Ella wanted to cry about the diaper but remembered it was only for nights. If she shows Nikkole she doesn't always have accidents, she could be upgraded to just pull-ups at night again. Nikkole then helped Ella into a new white footie pajama before entering the hallway and giving Ella a towel from a cupboard. "Go dry up the milk while I go do something," Nikkole told Ella, who nodded and went to clean her mess. When Nikkole returned, the towel was over the couch, and Ella was trying her best to dry it, but it was still a little damp. "It's OK. It should be fine." Nikkole told her as she sat down in her spot. "Let's just finish the movie." Ella nodded and was about to sit on the damp towel or move to the other couch next to them when Nikkole picked Ella up and sat her on her lap. "This is a comfy spot, right?" Nikkole asked. "Y-yes," Ella said, slightly embarrassed as they both leaned back and Nikkole turned the movie back on. "Here you go, Ella," Nikkole said as she gave Ella a bottle of warm milk. Ella looked back in confusion. "It's just to prevent spills. I'll get you something better later, but this is all I have." Nikkole told her. "T-thank you," Ella blushed, knowing Nikkole didn't mean anything by the bottle. Ella just wouldn't drink from it. But as the movie continued, and Ella found herself lying on the arm of the couch, she felt very thirsty. Part of her wanted to get a cup to drink from, but the movie was getting to a good part. So she reluctantly started to drink from the bottle. Nikkole smiled at the baby lying on her lap as she rubbed Ella's head while she lost herself in the movie. To Nikkole, watching Ella enjoy the milk and the movie was better than the movie itself. Before the movie ended, Ella fell asleep. Nikkole cradled the little girl and propped up her bottle so that she could drink the last little bit. As Ella subconsciously drank the bottle so close to Nikkole's breast, Nikkole couldn't help but want to breastfeed the little girl. She knew it was wrong, that Ella wasn't a real baby, that her breast couldn't even produce milk, but the urge was too strong. Nikkole lowered her shirt and pulled out Ella's bottle. Ella's mouth hung open on instinct, wanting something to suckle on. With Nikkole's nipple brushing Ella's lip, Ella leaned forward and latched herself onto Nikkole, making her yelp in surprise as the little girl began sucking. Nikkole's heart was pounding as waves of old motherly emotions came flooding back. Nikkole knew Ella wasn't hers, wasn't a baby, and would probably be mad if she found out Nikkole was doing this. But she didn't care. For this moment, Nikkole felt like a mommy again. A mommy feeding her precious, beautiful little baby girl. One that Nikkole would do anything for. Tears streamed down Nikkole's face as she stroked Ella's hair. "Mommy loves you, Ella. And she always will." Nikkole whispered. Maybe it was Nikkole's mind playing tricks on her, or perhaps Ella subconsciously heard her, but Ella seemed to smile as she listened. The moment couldn't last forever, however, and eventually, Nikkole had to take little Ella upstairs to the nursery and tuck her in. "Sweet dreams," Nikkole whispered as she left the room. Warm, full, safe, loved. Ella lay in the crib. At this moment, it would be almost impossible to wake Ella up. As Ella rolled over, she let out a small toot.

I don't pay any attention to them as "wet" doesn't mean time to change wet.

A "Gaba" modulator is also what causes baby talk amongst scientists. I think she'd disagree, but it is a popular opinion That does raise a question - I don't know if scientific readings would note anything amiss. It's not that parts of Nicole are being suppressed in a scientific way, after all, they're being altered. What would that look like? 🤔 Counterspell, Heightened 9th Level, with Permanency Day 12 “Hey there, Nicky, it’s time to wake up.” Nicole rubbed at her eyes. She hadn’t set an alarm the night before–why bother? She didn’t have anything to get up for. Yawning, she looked around the room. Everything looked the same, no obvious changes to the decor or anything–though by the smell, she had an obvious need for a change. “Wha’ time ith it?” she asked, sitting up. She barely registered the squish of her diapers anymore. V had left the crib gate open and was already getting changing supplies out. “Around nine. I’d have let you sleep longer, but I didn’t want you getting a rash.” Sliding off the side of the bed, Nicole said, “Aren’t you–woah!” Stumbling, she fell onto all fours, her balance wavering badly. Vanessa appeared by her side, supporting her with a hand. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she mumbled, “Jus’...still wakin’ up.” “Okay,” Vanessa said, helping her to stand. “What were you saying?” “Are you gonna be late for work?” Nicole asked, holding Vanessa’s hand for stability so she could waddle to the changing table. She felt off, but tried to dismiss her weak balance and shaky legs as just nerves. “I told my boss I’d be working from home for a while,” Vanessa said. “Other than meetings and stuff I can’t do out of the office.” “Oh.” Getting a leg up, Nicole sat down, then looked at her friend with a wavering smile. “Thanks, V…” “Now, let’s deal with this bottom and get some breakfast in your belly, okay?” Vanessa asked. Nic smiled and nodded. A fresh diaper would set a good tone for the rest of the day. Once she was clean and taped into a fresh diaper, V got her dressed–all her remotely grown up clothes were long gone, so it was onesies or nothing. Nicole couldn’t bring herself to even feel embarrassed about that change. Then, it was breakfast time. Nothing fancy, just Froot Rings and a coffee in her favorite mug, one with a cartoon depiction of three peas in a pod and the text, “Don’t Worry, Pea Happy!” printed on it. Something had gone wrong with her food, though–it felt heavy. Whenever she got a spoonful of cereal and milk, it made her hand shake, fingers trembling so badly that she lost half the loops and most of the milk before the spoon made it to her lips. Her coffee was a little better–if she gripped her mug with both hands, she could sip out of it well enough. She made it work, leaving over her bowl so the dribbles only got onto her chest a little. The back of the cereal box had a maze, with a smiling, colorful Hornbill inviting her to solve it–she had to set aside food and trace the lines with her finger, but she found the right path with only two tries. “You okay, Nic?” Vanessa asked, glancing up from washing dishes in the sink. “Mhmm, why?” Nicole asked. “You’ve got more cereal on your onesie than on your bowl,” V said. “Pay a little more attention, sweetie?” Nicole nodded. “Sure, okay.” Finding stuff to do ended up being a new challenge. With so much time off, Nicole wanted to engage in her hobbies, but reading was too hard to be any fun, and all her favorite video games had a bunch of text in them. Her renovated room had some solutions, though–a coloring and puzzle book on her shelf ended up providing a lot of fun, engaging challenges. Vanessa left Nicole with a clean onesie, her coffee, and a box of crayons before getting back to work, and Nicole went to town. Color matching, trace-the-line puzzles, and even a word search–though she gave up on that one after a few tries. It even felt like learning. She was getting her grown up skills back, one by one. Solving this booklet, she’d be a grown up again in no time. (No, wait,) she corrected. (I am a grown up, I just need my grown up skills back.) A bit rattled by her own thoughts, she reached for her mug, hoping that a sip of coffee would get her the buzz needed to get back to work. Instead, she picked up plastic. “Huh?” Looking over, she found her mug missing, replaced with a green baby bottle. On the side, the cartoon depiction of a pea pod remained, but all the peas were in diapers and suckling pacifiers, and the text now read, ‘Don’t worry, pee happy.’ She read it twice, ensuring she hadn’t misread. “Bu–” she sat up. “No, no–” Going into a panic spiral, she began to stand, but her legs betrayed her. Toppling backwards, she fell, landing with a thunderous poof on her puffy bottom. Getting up again, she trembled, held her balance for only a second, and fell forward this time, landing on all fours. (You’ve got this,) she told herself. (It’s just standing up.) One more try. Pushing off the floor, she spread her legs. Knees wobbling, arms out, she got upright. “Yes!” she declared, too excited by the accomplishment to care how minor it was. Pumping a fist in the air– Her legs gave out once again, suddenly losing all their strength. She lost her balance, falling right back onto the ground. Overwhelmed, reality broken once again, she began to sob. … “Nicole?” Vanessa asked, pushing open the door. She’d heard the sobs clearly enough, and just had to hope it was something minor–something she could soothe away. She found her friend on the ground, wiping away tears with both arms. “I–” she stammered. “I can’ walk no more…” Drawing her lips into a line, V tried to seem surprised. She’d pointedly been silent about that day’s doodle, hoping not to worry Nicole, but it’d been pretty unambiguous: A doodle of Nic on all fours. “Hey.” V crossed to her friend and gave her a gentle pat on the back. “It’s okay. Just one more thing to learn again, right?” Nic shook her head, lifting up a green baby bottle. “My mug’s a ba-ba now, too…an’ is juice. My coffee wen’ away.” Vanessa swallowed. “Well…I can make you a new mug, okay?” Nicole nodded, sniffling. “Otay.” “And we’ll get you some lunch, too, how does that sound? It’s about that time anyways.” Again, Nic nodded. “Fanks, V.” Unsure which would be better, helping her friend walk or letting her crawl, Vanessa went to the kitchen, microwaving some chicken fingers–something easy. With another pot of coffee brewing, and food ready in moments, she helped Nicole into a seat. Nic seemed able to wobble on her legs for a few seconds, at least, just enough that Vanessa didn’t have to physically lift her up. “Wait here, ok?” V asked. “Ok,” Nicole said, looking down from her seat at the ground like it was a mile away. “I dunno if I could get down…” “I’m sure you could,” Vanessa lied, briefly returning to the nursery to retrieve something she’d spotted that morning. Coming back, she tied the bib around Nicole’s neck without drama or comment. Nicole didn’t argue–they both knew she needed it, after what a mess she’d made at breakfast. Setting out the chicken fingers, Vanessa let Nic get started on the food while she transferred the coffee into a bottle. Hopefully, whatever magic had turned the last coffee to juice would allow the beverage to stay the same, as long as it was in the right container. “Vee-vee,” Nicole said. “I can’... I can’t pick up the food.” Vanessa turned back. Another sad, frustrating not-surprise. “Do you need help?” “Mm…” Nicole frowned, unwilling to admit the truth. “Maybe coffee first.” Seeing no reason to push, Vanessa gave her the bottle. Excitedly, Nicole raised the nipple to her lips, took a single long suckle, and… “Eugh,” she groaned, dropping the bottle and putting a hand over her tummy. “Um…ucky…tummy hurts…” Only a few seconds passed between the drink and the soft, quiet sounds that came from Nicole’s bottom as her belly released the sudden pressure and discomfort. Nicole sighed in relief, glad to have the discomfort over with, before realizing the truth. “Oh…” she said, sniffling. “But…that means…” No more coffee. No. More. Coffee. Vanessa knew what it meant. Nicole couldn’t feed herself, which was a frustration. She couldn’t walk, an unparalleled indignity. Her diaper dependence was pure humiliation. But for Nicole? All of that paled in comparison. Without coffee, she had nothing of her big girl self left. ... Just three days left - I'm sure they'll restore all her grown up abilities and everything will be okay, right? Support the author: https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

A lot of assembly required tho: I originally had in that spot a dresser with a coffee-like table on top of it, it was a huge fall-over hazard. I have very little storage space in my small apartment so this cabinet was a perfect fit. I might buy another one and get rid of the old dresser. Some very good news is I didnt strip any screws or anything while putting it together!

I've stated before that one of the concerns of people who are new to being back in diapers, specifically, the noises they make, is largely exaggerated. My diaper used to sound like it echoed to me, under certain circumstances, such as walking down the quiet hallway of my parents' apartment building, or being out on my driveway with the dog at 11 PM. However, nobody seems to notice, basically ever - I think that we become attuned to the crinkling noises, because most of us here have "diaper radar" - we compile clues and add two plus two together to get four, whereas the unsuspecting, innocent public for the most part does not. However, apparently they are audible, under certain circumstances. Specifically, last night, when I was trying to sneak up on and startle my daughter. She had filled a water bottle in the kitchen, but then forgotten about it, and was now watching TV in the living room, sitting on a couch that kind of floats in the middle of the room, creating a divide between the TV area and an area that is more of a sitting room, with chairs and bookshelves. I used to play a game on her where I would try to sneak up and startle her, and she'd do it to me as well, when sitting on that couch - there is an entrance to the room behind the couch, and if the lights are low, and you move slowly, it is possible to enter the room unnoticed. So, when my wife asked me if I'd bring the water bottle to my daughter, I decided to take the long way around, just to see if that old game could be revived once more. Sure enough, she was sitting in the living room, in the middle of the floating couch, watching something, with most of the lights off. Ergo, I went into ultimate stealth mode, attempting to become an F35 as I crept in with the water bottle, to try and time a "BOO!" to a tense moment in the narrative, if I could. It worked all the time back when she was 11. I slipped my slippers off, going with socked feet for absolute silence. I took about 6 minutes to cross 12 feet of flooring, muting even my breath. I think you can see where this is going. I was almost within striking distance of the back of the couch, when she said "Dad, I can hear your diaper." I was wearing a Critter Caboose. The Caboose is neither the quietest nor the loudest plastic diaper on the market - it sounds like most other plastic diapers. I thought my snail's pace would keep its noises to a minimum, but apparently, even operating at a crawl, the crinkling was sufficient to be heard over the volume of her show. I guess I've learned to tune it out. Duly noted.

Moochie does not sh** in his diapers, but messes, goes poopy in his diaper, soils his diaper, goes potty in his diaper and if I could I would mess my diaper whenever and wherever the opportunity arises, but social responsibility and courtesy dictates otherwise. A soft, messy, squishy diaper is one of the simple pleasures of life, which of course I am currently enjoying this morning in my Classico V2 diaper. m

@DailyDiapers I would agree, sometimes I think that the only reason for a wetness indicator is to allow a caregiver to know when you're wet, lest they have to grab onto your diaper and squeeze to determine whether it is wet. I don't mind them as much, but to me just like you said if it's wet, and you see it in your wetness indicator that does not necessarily mean that it is wet enough to change. Medicare requires nursing homes apparently to change residents every two hours or so, and that's probably why they use cheaper diapers because they can get away with it. They would go back to having quality diapers that actually work well, and I'm glad I have my mega maxes because if I didn't I'd be in trouble: I actually won that fight and I don't have to worry about it anymore the state will continue everything the way it was when it comes to my incontinence supplies, my allergy meds my vitamin D and anything that has to do with supplements that are not prescribable are not covered anymore. Brian

Very good job

Chapter 21: Plan Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Are… are you sure? I mean, I’m happy to help… but I would have thought you were still feeling a bit… iffy about all that stuff and about… me.” Beth asked as we stood awkwardly in our driveway. “I’m still rubbish at putting them on myself. I mess the tapes up and I’m pretty sure I’m not using enough powder.” I replied, blushing. It wasn’t easy for me to say this, but it needed saying. I needed help. Plus… I was hoping maybe… just maybe… if she changed me like she did when I was regressed… that maybe I’d feel some sort of connection again. “Okay then. I’ll help. Then you can get some clean clothes on and I’ll shove these things you borrowed from Lucy in the machine.” I smiled up at her and nodded as she took over once again, just like she always had in our relationship. I still couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed this, but she… she was always a bit of a Mum. Always taking control, sorting things out for me, washing my stuff, cooking for me, making sure I brushed my teeth and had baths… I thought it was just her way of showing love. And yeah, it probably is… but now I know… it’s more than that. Beth guided me into the nursery, where I saw a sleeping Lucy lying peacefully in the crib, sucking her thumb as she snuggled one of the stuffed toys I had played with whilst I was regressed. She was still dressed in her normal clothes, which kinda made it look even more adorable really. It was still weird being in here after everything that happened, but at the same time it felt… reassuring. Like it was a safe place. Maybe there really is more to me than I originally thought. Maybe I am what Lucy is… an ‘adult baby’ or whatever she called them. I’ve always felt a bit childish sometimes, Beth often commented on how adorable I was or how bratty I could be. And I loved Beth taking care of me, even before the whole regression thing. So as she held my hand tightly, pulling me over to the changing table, I felt my heart flutter as she turned and smiled. “But what about…” I was about to ask, whilst pointing at Lucy. “She’s sleeping peacefully. We won’t wake her up. If you’ve changed your mind, just say, I can hand you the supplies and you can go get changed in the spare bedroom.” Beth whispered. “No… it’s okay. So do I just hop up or something? Last time I was getting changed in here I was lifted.” “Do you want lifting?” “Not this time. I need to gradually ease into this stuff if I’m to accept it. Baby steps. Oh… ignore that. I… ugh.” Beth giggled and smiled down at me, her cute face melting my heart the same way it always does. I was powerless against that damn smile of hers, I didn’t stand a chance. But I wasn’t lying. I was open to trying this with her. I loved her. I understand now that it wasn’t her fault the spell messed up, she didn’t mean to make me obsessed about pleasing her. And I wanted to make her happy, just not in the ‘I’ll blindly do anything for you’ kind of way, more in the ‘I’m your girlfriend and I’m happy to at least try stuff for you and then we can discuss if we want to continue with it or not’ way. Kicking a little step stool in place, she signalled for me to climb up. So I took the signal and climbed up, settling my soggy backside down on the plastic mat of the giant changing table. “So… you had this nursery set up before the accident? How… did I not see?” I asked as I spread my legs and Beth got in position to change me. “Glamour spell. You saw a wall where the door was. I was waiting for the right time…” “So how long before me did you have this room?” “Just before you moved in. Haha, I know, I was really hoping you would accept this part of me and want to be my baby, and maybe I got a little bit carried away…” “A little bit?” I laughed, trying to hide my nervousness as Beth untaped my nappy and pulled it down. “Okay… I got very carried away. But you start with the painting, then it kinda just… my Mummy side took over and I ended up with this room how it is now. Same with the outfits. I’d see them at events and stuff, and I knew you’d just look absolutely precious in them. I will say… I was right. You do look precious in them.” “Maybe another time…” I blushed. Her face perked up. Like it was Christmas and her birthday all rolled into one. “So… you’re willing to try it?” “I am. I can see how much this means to you. And I won’t lie… as angry as I was at being stuck in that state for three weeks… that was the happiest I’ve ever felt. And I saw how happy it made you.” “I loved it. But I also hated it.” “Why?” “Because it wasn’t you. It was this fake copy of you. It was a copy that just existed to make me happy. But that gave me the drive to find a way to reverse the spell’s issue, to bring you back. I may have enjoyed getting to be a Mummy… it just… it wasn’t for the right baby.” “And that right baby… is me? Actual me though.” I asked. “If you want to be. Obviously we can take this slow. As slow as you want. You’re already getting used to these nappies, which I’m sorry about by the way. When I was putting you back togeth… when I was ‘fixing’ you, I couldn’t fix that. Magic can only fix so much, even necromancy.” “So I’m incontinent or whatever you call it?” “Sorry.” “Stop with the sorr…EEEE!” I cried out as a cold wipe hit my most intimate area. “Sorry… Oh sorry about the sorr… I mean… the wipes are cold. I’ll be as quick as possible ba… Suze.” “You can call me that… if you want, that is. I guess it’s a good place to start.” “Are you sure?” Beth asked, her face perking up again. “Yeah. It’s just a cute nickname. Go for it.” “Okay… baby.” Something about her calling me that made my tummy flutter and my heart feel happy. And I could see it was having a similar effect on her. “You’re gonna have to teach me how to properly put one of these on.” I said, half-jokingly. “Maybe next time, okay? I need to get these clothes you’re wearing into the wash, then I need to get some stuff sorted.” “What stuff? Shouldn’t we have a plan of attack or something in case that hunter guy comes knocking?” “That’s what I was talking about, sweetie. I have some stuff planned, some stuff I’ve been planning for a little while. This attack… has sped up my timetable. But that means I need to get some stuff done to make sure it’s done in time.” “What stuff?” “I know you don’t want to hear this… but it’s a secret. I promise you though, give me a day or two, and I’ll tell you.” I sighed. “Seriously? More secrets? Can I at least have a clue?” “It’s to do with my Grandma and her will, and keeping you and Lucy safe. I just… I just need to make sure it’s ready before I reveal it, I don’t want to get any hopes up or anything. We should be okay here for a couple of days at least. There’s no way he could track us here, and even then, we’ve got a vampire, a Witch, and a raging zombie…” Beth said, tickling my tummy, making me squeal and giggle suddenly. “Sorry, couldn’t resist. Your tummy is way too cute not to tickle.” I just pouted as she put the wipes in with the used nappy and pulled it from under me, rolling it up and placing it in a trash bin by the changing table. Pulling out a clean nappy, she spread it out then looked me in the eyes. “Bum up.” “What’s the magic word?” I teased. “Now…” She grinned. “...Yeah I suppose that works too…” I said, sticking my tongue out at her. “And you seriously didn’t realise how much of a baby you are before all this?” Beth laughed. “I honestly didn’t! Not until you and Lucy pointed it all out! Shut up!” “Anyway, let's get you changed, then we’ll wait for Lucy to wake up. I need to call Bea, get her to babysit the two of you whilst I’m out.” “You’re going out?” “To sort that stuff I mentioned out, yeah.” “Wait… babysitter?” I asked, after taking way too long to realise what she had said. “I’m joking! Well… kind of. Look, I’m not having two little brats waddling about my house getting up to all sorts of trouble. But it’s mainly for your safety, hun. Just in case that hunter does track us back here, I want Bea to be here to protect you.” “Fine. But no babying!” “No babying. Promise. Though you know Bea… there may be a bit of teasing.” I did know Bea, and Beth was right. There’s no way Bea wouldn’t tease us both, especially now that I know about all this baby crap. Thickly secured into a nappy much thicker than the ones Lucy gave me, I waddled my way out of the nursery and into our bedroom, where I quickly stripped myself of Lucy’s borrowed clothes, dumping them into a little pile on the bed, and finding myself something to wear. Problem was… none of my jeans would fit over these nappies. So I picked out my nightie, as it was the only thing that was available that wasn’t too fancy or uncomfortable to wear in a relaxed setting. Grabbing the pile of clothes, including the skirt I had leaked on, I waddled back out to see Beth, who turned and just… stared. Honestly if this was a cartoon, she’d have little hearts for pupils right now. “What? It’s all I could find!” I pouted. “I… it’s just that you look… adorable. Waddling about like that.” Beth commented, trying her best not to squeal. “Hmph!” I replied, waddling over to her and shoving the clothes into her arms. “I’ll wash these then, and you can get snuggled up. I think I heard Lucy coming to, why don’t you go check in on her first?” “Kay.” Waddling over to the nursery, I slowly opened the door as to not disturb Lucy just in case she wasn’t awake yet. But as I peeked in, I saw a very blushy, very cute Lucy looking around the nursery, before noticing me looking in. “I… I just… what…” Was all Lucy could get out. “It’s okay, you’re safe. You’re at our house. We escaped. The hunter is in the wind. I just came to check in on you, see if you had woken up yet.” I replied. “So this… this is the nursery she built…” “Yeah…” “Damn girl, she must really love you!” “Yeah… wait, what?” “Do you know how much attention to detail is put into this room? The crib, the highchair, the changing table, the decorations… everything… she put her heart and soul into this room, you can tell. She wouldn’t have done this for just anyone.” “R… really?” “Oh yeah! And damn… waking up in a crib like that…” “So you’ve never…?” “Nope! Never. Always wanted to though. It was… interesting.” “Something you want still?” “Oh definitely!” “Well I’m glad you’re okay. Beth said she’s got some stuff to sort out in the city, but Bea is on her way to ‘babysit’ us.” “B… Babysit?” Lucy’s eyes widened. “She was only joking… I think. Mostly just to keep us safe in case that hunter of yours turns up again.” “Makes sense. Though Bea will definitely…” “Tease us? Oh for sure.” “Cute nightie by the way.” “T… thanks… I… umm… I’ll let you get up, I’ll be in the living room.” I said, awkwardly smiling and ducking back out, closing the door behind me. “Is Lucy okay?” Beth asked as I waddled back into the living room. “Yeah. She wasn’t expecting to wake up in the nursery though.” I replied. “I bet she wasn’t! I thought she’d appreciate it though. Help calm her down after everything at the cafe. How are you holding up, baby?” “I’m okay. Just… still a bit… I dunno.” “I bet. Why don’t you get snuggled up on the sofa and watch something?” “Will… will you join me?” “I… okay, sure. But only until Bea arrives. I called her whilst you were busy in the nursery, she’s frantically speeding across the city as we speak. She doesn’t like it when I’m in danger. She’s very protective of me.” “It’s cute. You both share that trait. I just hope she’s okay.” “Oh it’s Bea. Nothing could stop that girl.” Beth said, holding back a giggle. “That’s true.” “Come on then, let’s get snuggled up on the sofa for a bit.” Putting her hands on my shoulders, she turned me around and started guiding me towards the sofa, where she quickly sat down first and grabbed my hand, pulling me down onto her lap. My padded butt landed with a bit of a ‘poof’, which made me blush. “Comfy?” Beth asked. “I wasn’t planning on…” “Sitting on my lap? Well tough. That’s the price.” “Price, eh? And what do I get for that price?” “Unlimited snuggles and kisses? And occasional buttpats.” “Unlimited? But I get that anyway… you’re going to have to sweeten the deal…” I grinned. “Oh I’m sure I’ll think of…” “Get a room…” Lucy sighed, waddling over and sitting down next to us on the sofa. “Aww, is someone a little crankypants?” I joked. “She’s definitely a little something-pants…” Beth commented, raising her eyebrow. Lucy’s face turned red as she struggled to maintain eye contact with either of us. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “I saw that waddle…” “Wait… so she…” “Someone definitely put a nappy on herself before coming out here…” Beth grinned. “Wait… really?” I turned my gaze back to Lucy, scanning her for obvious signs that she was as thickly padded as I was. Lucy just looked at us, like a deer in headlights. “I… just… shut up!” She whined. “Don’t worry about it, hun. You’re welcome to them. But because you didn’t ask, you’re not getting a big girl cup for your hot chocolate.” “I… umm… wait, what?” Lucy’s mouth opened in shock. “Do I get one?” I asked, like the suck up I’ve always been. “If you want one, sweetie.” “Yeah!” I smiled and stuck my tongue out at Lucy. “So Lucy is definitely the baby sister right now…” Beth laughed, sliding me off her lap and onto the sofa, before standing up. “You two be good girls whilst I go sort them out. Beth should be here soon.” I shuffled over to Lucy, who still looked mortified as she sat down on the opposite end of the sofa with the familiar ‘poof’. “So you just… put one on?” I asked. “I… didn’t think it would be a problem.” “Oh I don’t think it is, I just…” “Look, I saw how cute you waddled about, and I got jealous, okay? None of my nappies are that thick, and I wanted to try them.” “How are they? Compared to yours of course. I’m not really a nappy connoisseur like you.” “Amazing! Like… they’re so soft and crinkly! They’re perfect!” “They do feel pretty good…” “Yeah see!” That’s when I heard a car pull up outside with a bit of a screech. A car door was slammed. And heavy footsteps stomped up the path. “That… must be Beatrice.” Lucy commented. “I… yeah, I think you’re…” The door flew open, and in the doorway… was Beatrice, in a very sharp waistcoat, shirt and pants, looking more pissed than ever. ======================================================== Couldn't post last night so here you go today instead! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the remaining chapters are available on my Patreon which can be found here if you go for the second tier. New chapters of Parum Mortis every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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The prospect of a potential knock at the door to grill Jamie about his diaper wearing filled him with dread as he contemplated the implications of what had just happened. Despite the turmoil within, he managed to pause for a minute or two, taking deep breaths to compose himself, before cautiously peering out the curtains to see if Mrs. Jenkins was still lingering outside. To his relief, he could not see her. Though consumed by panic and anxiety about the impending fallout, Jamie recognized that there was little he could do at this particular moment. If his secret was destined to be revealed, he figured that he may as well seize the opportunity to embrace tonight and that he would deal with the consequences later, when he reverted to being an adult again. For now, he wanted to escape reality and that meant thinking and acting just like a baby. Now fully hidden from the world, Jamie waddled back to Leo’s room to collect a few essential items he needed for the evening. Before leaving, Hazel had prepared Leo’s bedtime bottle which remained full beside the crib. Jamie placed his hands around the bottle and was surprised to feel that it was still warm. With Leo asleep, it seemed a waste not to drink the warm milk so without further thought, he began to suck the teat. The liquid slowly trickled into his mouth, prompting a contented sigh as he savoured the taste. He had always loved formula milk and had drunk it until he was nearly five, at which point his parents eventually forced him to transition onto ‘big boy milk’, in spite of Jamie’s protests. After a few minutes, Jamie needed a break. He looked at the bottle and it was still about half full. Irrespective of how hard he had sucked, the liquid only flowed out very slowly, leaving him frustrated and tired. He could understand why Leo never finished his bottle. Wanting to prepare his bladder for a flooding, he took an empty glass on the side of Leo’s chest of drawers and walked to the bathroom where he filled the glass with water right to the top. He then began drinking, one glass after the other until he could drink no more. He knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before his bladder would start to feel the effects. He returned to the bedroom, picked up the bottle of milk, a pacifier and several other baby toys to keep him occupied downstairs. As he headed back downstairs, he paused to enjoy the feeling between his legs. The sheer bulkiness of the three diapers was restricting his ability to walk normally and forcing him to waddle like a baby, just as he had intended. As he settled in the living room, he popped the pacifier in his mouth and lay on the sofa contently, when a thought suddenly struck him. He recalled that Hazel had mentioned that Leo used to get very constipated and that if it ever happened when Jamie was babysitting then he should use the prescription laxatives that were in his room. He vividly remembered the words that Hazel said to him, “The laxatives are very strong so you’ll need to make sure that he’s diapered or he sits on the toilet for at least 30 minutes after he takes them. It normally takes a few minutes and then he will poop very quickly. I warn you that he won’t be able to hold on once they kick into effect.” At the time, Jamie had never really heard of laxatives or knew what they were used for but when he recalled that conversation and the position he found himself in, he knew that this could be the perfect opportunity to find out what they were like and if they would really make him lose control of his bowels. Excitement shot through his bones as he contemplated the helplessness he would feel, if he could not stop himself messing his diaper, even if he tried. What a feeling that would be! It would be at least 3 hours until Hazel and his Mum were home so if he took the laxative now then he would have plenty of time to enjoy messing himself before he had to clean up. He excitedly waddled back upstairs again, entering Leo’s room quietly, as he wanted to avoid his evening being ruined by the toddler waking up. He located the laxatives amongst the medicines that were spread across a shelf near the changing table. He took them back with him downstairs and proceeded to read the instructions. There were oral laxatives so he just needed to take the tablets with some water and then wait for the magic to happen. Naively, and unaware of the potential consequences of his decision, Jamie thought it was a good idea to take four tablets rather than the recommended one on the basis that he wanted it to be as effective and quick as possible. He went to the kitchen and returned with a large glass of water. He placed the glass to the side, next to the tablets. Before he took them, he wanted to make sure that he had everything he needed to feel like a real baby. With the pacifier still in his mouth and the half drunk bottle of milk nearby, he gathered a few snacks from the kitchen, some of his favourite toys and turned on the TV to watch his favourite childhood show, Fireman Sam. As a final touch, he walked to the side of the sofa and pulled out Leo’s old playpen that was stored safely away. Jamie unfolded the playpen and placed it in the middle of the room, right in front of the TV. He then placed all of the items he had accumulated into the playpen. He took a deep breath as he placed the first laxative in his mouth. He hesitated for a moment and pulled it out but his inner voice told him to go ahead. Without any further hesitation, he quickly swallowed the four tablets and proceeded to climb into the playpen where he made himself comfortable and waited for inevitable pressure that was building in his bladder and bowels. Meanwhile, out in town, the two mum’s were out in town having a drink with some friends. As was often the case, Hazel was leading the conversation which provided Jamie’s mum with the chance to check her phone. She clicked on a baby monitor app on her homescreen, loading up a live stream from the Steinbergs’ living room. As Jamie contently sucked his pacifier and sang along to Fireman Sam, he had no idea that his mother was watching his every move. As she observed the scene in front of her eyes, she was taken aback at what she was watching. It was no surprise to her that Jamie was wearing Leo’s diapers, as she had long suspected that was the case. However, she had not realised that his behaviour extended far further than that and that he had been using Leo’s other possessions. While she couldn’t hear the audio, she could see Jamie clapping and singing along with something, just like you would expect a toddler to do. She shook her head in a mixture of confusion and shock as she tried to process what she was watching. Hazel noticed the look on her face, “Is everything ok? You look a bit worried about something.” “Sorry, I was away with the fairies. It was just a work email but it can wait until later.” Hazel responded empathetically, “Damn right it can, you’re here to get away from work. Not to reply to work emails. They’ll still be there waiting for you tomorrow.” “I know, you’re right. I’m putting my phone away, I promise.” “Good. We all spend too long on our phones these days. Here’s a challenge girls - how about we put all our phones in the middle of the table? Whoever touches their phone first has to buy supper next time we go out.” The others agreed without hesitation and placed their thoughts in the middle of the table. Knowing that she couldn’t refuse at this point, Jamie’s mum added hers to the pile and smiled at her friends. Part of her wanted to head straight back and stop the whole charade but she had not told Hazel about the baby monitor because she wanted to confirm her suspicions were right before telling her friend. She knew that Hazel would be very upset and angry if she learn that her friend had not shared her suspicions about her sons behaviour. At this point, there was little to be gained by leaving early to confront Jamie or telling Hazel. She decided that it would be best to act like normal and then confront him once they were back home. The conversation with the girls and drinks continued to flow but her mind was elsewhere. She had warned him - if he acted like a baby then he would be treated like a baby. It was time he realised she was serious.

Some diapers have 'em, some diapers don't... wetness indicators. They seem to be valued by some people on the ABDL spectrum, because they're often touted in a product's features list. For medical diapers, they make complete sense, since ideally you don't want to have to disturb someone unduly in order to check on the status of their diaper. But, sometimes I get a bit self-conscious about wearing diapers that have prominent wetness indicators; something subtle, like disappearing stars, is fine, but when pale yellow road markings down the center of my diaper turn into angry, dark green smears, I feel like they're waving a flag in front of my wife that says "your husband's bottom is damp." Also, the Pampers of my youth did not have them, although I know that most modern baby diapers do. So, I'm curious as to where everyone else is on the tattletale markings.

Hello everyone. Just wanted to finally say hello after putting it off for a while. I've been into DL stuff for quite a while but haven't really talked to anyone about this. I would consider myself to be a casual DL who's into wearing diapers occasionally (Or when it's simply convenient. 😁) I've been lurking for a while before deciding to join and I look forward to reading about and sharing ideas around diapers.

Bought this dresser reduced to £10 at a nearby thrift store. Was in need of TLC and I gave it a makeover. Sanded it down, painted it dark blue and added wallpaper to the draw fronts and fitted gold harpin style legs to it and added new handles to the draws although I want to remove the handles and have cut out slits at the top of the big draws with smaller wooden ones on the small draws painted the same blue. Anyway here's a pic What do you think?

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 #######

Mee too something about getting rid of rearz lettering or getting rid of the aliens feels like completing a task how ever I only change when there a leak or I can feel one coming

Thanks to @tuffyfor donating $42.22!

I'm pretty neutral about them. That said, I do like indicators that are part of the theme of the diaper. Fading stars, paws, etc. add to the overall effect.

I like them as they are evidence of the act of wetting my diaper. It says to me " you're stuck in a diaper and have to use it"

I don't pay attention to them unless I leak or poop really badly.

Sorry you are struggling. People suck sometimes for sure, but there are good folks out there!

Looks good!

Thanks, it does hold a fair amount of diapers although I don't use it for diapers very often.

I hope you will write soon

One of the things I'm struggling with while composing this story, in addition to a lack of free time, and a desire not to neglect the main Shifting Sands story, is that, whereas Zack is primarily in disposables, Oliver is wearing cloth diapers... and I personally wear disposables far more than I wear cloth diapers. So, it's easy for me to put myself in the cockpit behind Zack's eyes, so to speak - I already have a disposable on at any given moment, and I can sort of walk the world in his shoes and pound out a few paragraphs when I have a moment between tasks. I sometimes feel like I need to go put a cloth diaper on to really connect with Oliver, but I don't have time to wear and wash cloth diapers most days... sigh... Although I did put plastic pants on over a disposable and that helped a bit.

Seconding this

Fifty-Seven My uncaged climax had delivered hits of oxytocin and dopamine stronger than any buzz Mommy’s edible was capable of. And for a while after, I suspected that my little trip had reached its end. But as I felt Mommy stuffing my shrunken dick back into the cage so she could lock it shut again, the room still seemed to shift around us in unnatural ways. While the post-climax bliss began to fade, the cannabis began to rear its head again. “You didn’t poop on my bed,” she said. It sounded like she was proud of me, but I wasn’t entirely sure. “All pooped out,” I muttered. “That was quite a load earlier,” she said. “I’d be concerned if you had anything left in you.” She rolled herself off of the side of the bed and opened one of the bedroom’s many doors, vanishing within the dark walk-in closet for a moment before returning with a cardboard box. “I keep a box of baby supplies in almost all the rooms of the house,” she said. “Experience has taught me that you should never be too far from a fresh diaper.” I believed that. Surely, I wasn’t the first big baby to step into her home. “I really ought to have a nursery,” she continued. “I certainly have the space for one.” “Maybe you just don’t have babies staying over enough,” I offered. “That’s a good point. I suppose I’d have a need for one if I had a baby living with me full-time.” She wasn’t looking at me when she said it, though I could just about hear the implied wink. It made my heart race a little. Was she actually hinting at the possibility of inviting me to stay here? I couldn’t process a request like that–not now. I kept my mouth shut and hoped we’d move on to another conversation. And that seemed to work. “I wasn’t kidding about the baby food,” she said, unfolding a new diaper to slide under me. “I have plenty in the kitchen, just waiting for a hungry mouth.” I nodded, willing to accept that as my dinner if that's what she wanted. “But I would need to get dinner for myself–and I’m certainly not going to cook for myself. Do you like sushi, Baby?” “Yes, Mommy.” “Perhaps I’ll feed you some with chopsticks.” “Please?” That sounded much better than baby food to me. She dusted me with powder before wrapping me up in the diaper. In just a moment, it was like the last little while hadn’t actually happened. I was already struggling to remember what it felt like to hold my hard cock in my hand, or to move around without a diaper on me. “Do you remember how to get to the living room?” she asked. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “Not a clue.” “As helpless as a toddler,” she smirked. “Alright then. Can you wait here for me, then? I’m going to freshen myself up and then I’ll take you downstairs.” “Yes, Mommy.” “Good boy,” she said, picking up the box and walking towards a different door than the one she used to get the box from initially. Opening the door, I could see that it was another bathroom–which she entered while holding the box, closing the door behind her. I did wonder, for just a moment, why she was carrying the box with her into the bathroom. If it had been in a closet before, why not take it back there? Why not just leave it in the bedroom? But I was quickly distracted by the plump diaper between my legs. It hadn’t been that long since my last diaper, and yet I still found myself missing that familiar smoosh and crinkle. Even the cage’s presence felt ‘right’ to me. This was the norm. Somewhere, on far-off neurons, were the worries and anxieties of the rest of the weekend. My mother. Megan. As tempting as it was to let those stressors into the moment, I felt fortified by Mommy’s home. They were kept at bay for as long as I was here. Maybe I would just stay here forever. Mommy’s bathroom door opened, and my hands immediately shot to my sides as I pretended like I wasn’t just rubbing my diaper. With the bright lights of the bathroom behind her, I couldn’t quite focus on her body until she closed the door again. It was then that I could see she was wearing only a diaper. “It’s been a while,” she said, sauntering towards me as her thick padding rustled between her legs. “Y-you could’ve put that on out here,” I said. “I could’ve helped.” She laughed, sidling up to me and kissing my cheek. “I suppose I could have, Baby. I was feeling a little self-conscious about my self-diapering abilities though. And while I could’ve used the help, I’m not sure I could’ve trusted another baby for the job.” “Well…you’re a baby now.” “Touche,” she says. “What do you think? Want to crawl to my living room with me?” I laughed, my head bobbing like a maniac. “I’d love that.” She dropped to the ground on her hands and knees and immediately began her awkward lunges forward towards the door. I followed suit, trying to stay close enough behind her that her beautifully diapered bottom took up most of my field of vision. “Wow,” she said. “Things do actually look a little different from down here.” “I like it like this,” I said. “The perspective does a lot to get me in the right headspace.” It was strange–it wasn’t the sort of thing I was likely to tell her when she wasn’t wearing a diaper. It’s not that it was a secret of any sort. It was just a detail that I didn’t think Mommy needed to know. So long as I was in that headspace, it probably didn’t matter to her how I got there. “Such a wise and practiced baby,” she said, making my cheeks blush. I continued to watch her diaper sway back and forth as she crawled ahead. I just wanted to see it change somehow. I wanted to see a wet spot develop at the bottom of it. I wanted to see her push and cause the back of it to expand out before sagging. Of course, that was probably way too much to ask–and it was enough that I just got to see this. “Hmm,” she hummed. “Have you ever crawled down stairs before?” “No, I don’t think so. Maybe if you go…backwards?” “Ah,” she said, already spinning herself around just before the top step. “See? Such an expert on all things baby.” One step at a time, we slowly piloted ourselves backwards, still on our hands and knees. It wasn’t as hard as I thought it’d be–I suspected I must’ve had some sort of experience with this as a toddler that my body just never forgot. By the time we got to the bottom, though, Mommy was back on her feet–an arm reaching behind her back as she straightened out. “Okay, that’s enough crawling for me,” she said. “Either Mommy is getting older, or Mommy needs to start going to the gym more regularly. But you–you should still crawl.” I had already planned on it. My eyes remained fixated on her padded bottom as she strutted along in front of me. I was curious as to how much effort she had to put into her waddle-less stride–she made it look simple. “Are you looking at my bum?” she asked. “M-maybe.” “Good. Does Mommy look cute in a diaper?” “Yes, Mommy. Very.” “Cuter than you?” “Probably.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed. “You are a natural baby.” We walked, and crawled, right through the room I would’ve considered to be the living room. A spacious room with a lot of windows and what looked to be some very expensive pieces of furniture. Sofas and loveseats with curves upon curves. More art on the wall–ranging from stunning photography to more abstract pieces to elaborate wood carvings. I wanted to ask about every single thing that I saw–I wanted to know where it came from, who made it, and why she chose to put it in her home. But we left the room as quickly as we entered, moving forward down a hall and then down some steps. A basement? Once more, I spun myself around, carefully crawling backwards one step at a time. To my delight, Mommy was at my side for every step, her hand lightly perched on my back to help steady me should I need it. “Admittedly, this is where I spend most of my time if I’m at home at all,” she said once we reached the bottom. “Well, besides my bed.” She helped me to my feet, and I took a look around. The space was bigger than my entire apartment. The bulk of the basement seemed split between a well-stocked bar and a large TV with a large sectional couch. There was some exercise equipment off to the side, and some additional doors–utilities and storage, I assumed. Of the rooms I had seen in her house thus far, this room seemed like the most ‘lived-in’ to me–it lacked the pristineness of the other spaces. Sure, it was pretty damn clean. But there were signs of life here. Stacks of mail. A basket of laundry in the corner, half folded. Some takeout menus sitting atop the bar’s counter. It made the rest of her vast home seem like a facade, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was an allegory for Mommy as a person. Hidden behind her power and wealth was just a normal human like me, with wants and anxieties. And seeing her walk around this space in just a diaper now, she never seemed more normal to me. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said. “Fill your diaper if you have to.” “A-are you going to…?” She laughed. “No, you probably won’t catch me dropping a Clark-sized load into the back of my pants.” Clark-sized. She certainly had a knack for the jests. She took a seat on the sectional, patting the seat next to her. I quickly appeared at her side, curling up next to her, trying to position myself so that I could feel as much of her skin as possible pressed against mine. She was warm. Soft. And when she put her arm around me to pull me in closer, I was hard pressed to think of a time I had felt as safe and secure. “We don’t have to talk about the stresses of tomorrow,” she said. “But what’s after that? Are you doing anything else this weekend?” I laughed–one of those ‘if I didn’t laugh, I’d cry’ sort of laughs. Maybe I wasn’t ready to share everything about Ava and I yet, but I felt I could tell Mommy about my plans with Megan. “Yeah, actually. I’m meeting with, uhm, Megan on Sunday.” “Megan?” asked Mommy, eyebrows raised. I could’ve sworn this was the same reaction I had gotten from Lyndie. “Megan…from work?” I nodded. “Well that’s interesting. How on Earth did that happen?” “I just…talked to her. She needed a friend.” There was a lot more to the story than that, of course. I was choosing to leave out the part about how I was temporarily trading in my boyish identity for intel about Thomas Pritchard, though maybe those would be details I’d share later–assuming I was able to come through and help save the day. “And exactly what are you two going to do together? Braid each other’s hair and put makeup on each other?” “Uhm, well…” She laughed, her head rolling back to really belt it out. “Clarky! Are you going to let Megan give you a makeover?” “I don’t know what she wants to do,” I shrugged. “Should I have been buying you more feminine clothing, Clarky?” “N-no.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to be a girl. I mean…if it would make her happy, I guess I’ll humor her or something.” Mommy’s head tilted and she stroked her chin while considering something. “I do believe I have some very cute outfits I bought for Hillary once upon a time. With a little altering, I could probably make those work.” “I’m, uhm, quite happy being a boy, thank you very much.” “Are you sure? With your near-useless pee-pee? Imagine how cute that’d look under a little dress.” “Quite sure.” “Fine, fine,” she shrugged, making a big production out of her decision to back off. “But you know you could tell me if you wanted such a thing, right?” “I do.” I meant that. At this point, I’d have trusted her with anything. Really, it was just a matter of what I wanted to share with her. Mommy checked something on her phone. “Food should be here soon. I imagine they’ll just deliver it on the porch. Unless you want to go outside and receive it for us?” It’s a joke, I was sure. Just another one of her patented Mommy-teases that accelerates my heart and flusters me a bit. But I was feeling good. The night so far had been treating me well and–tucked under Mommy’s arm–I’m feeling invincible. “I would do that.” She laughed and massaged my shoulder with her hand. “I wasn’t actually asking you to do that.” “B-but, I would,” I replied, head nodding. Some men held the door open for their beloved–and I was offering to greet a delivery driver in just a diaper. “It’s very sweet of you,” she said. “But I have neighbors. And I’m already uninterested in talking to Mr. Fleischman from across the street. Even less interested in talking to him about why a young man in a diaper was out on my porch.” “That’s fair.” “But if you have a need for public humiliation, Baby, I’m always willing to lend a hand.” If I knew what was good for me, I’d laugh it off and just let the moment pass. But there was a part of me–the part mostly operated by the devil on my shoulder–who refused to let this conversation end. “I’d like that.” “What do you have in mind, Baby?” “I…I dunno. I just…sometimes I really like the feeling of being humiliated.” “This isn’t news to me, of course.” I laughed and shrugged. Well, this is me now. The monster you created. “Perhaps I could be doing even more to try and satiate that hunger of yours?” “Only if you wanted to…” “Oh, but Baby, you know I want to. I had this idea the other morning–the epitome of a ‘shower thought’ if there ever was one–and I’ve been wondering if I’d share it with you or not. But I think I ought to now.” “Yes, Mommy. You really should.” “It’s not all that complex. I’d simply text you at some random moment and tell you that I need you to fill your diaper. And then, you’d have a little bit of time to make that happen and send proof back to me.” “That doesn’t sound all that different from what you normally ask me to do…” “Ah, but see, the kicker is that you don’t know when I’m going to make this request. At its most effective, it’d be outside of work hours. Maybe you’re with your friends. Or at a bar. Maybe you’re shopping for a new pair of shoes. Maybe you’re with…your mother.” “N-no…” My heart practically exploded in my chest at that moment. “You wouldn’t.” “I wouldn’t,” she answered, her voice full of cruel glee. “But I could. And that’s the fun of it.” “And…you said I had a limited amount of time to use my diaper?” “That’s right.” “And what if I didn’t do it in time? Or chose not to?” She shrugged. “Consequences. There’d have to be some, yes? Or else there wouldn’t be any point.” Consequences. The word simultaneously thrilled and terrified me. “What sort of consequences?” “I’m not entirely sure yet. Like…well, I have these photos of you that I took tonight, right? Pictures of a very dirty little baby. And I imagine that I could get you to do quite a bit for me if it meant that I kept those pictures to myself.” I imagined that would get some cooperation from me. Though… “I’m not sure who you’d threaten to send them too. Doesn’t everyone already know that I’m in diapers?” “This is true. But I think there’s a big difference between some people knowing you wear diapers and them seeing evidence of what you actually do in a diaper.” “Yeah…maybe.” “There’s only one way to find out,” she shrugged. I felt I already knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it. “Hmm?” “At some point in the future, I’ll reach out to you. I’ll tell you that I need you to fill your diaper for me, and that I need it to happen in a certain amount of time. And then I’ll spell out what I plan on doing if you aren’t able to complete my request. And, in that moment, I’ll let you decide for yourself if it’s worth complying for.” Thrills. Terror. Maybe I would luck out. Mommy would reach out to me while I was in the bedroom of my apartment and it’d be easier to just push a load into my diaper just because I would’ve wanted to anyway. Or, perhaps, I’d be out and about. Maybe I’d be out with Ava. “I’m sorry, Ava. Excuse me for a moment while I do something in my diaper real quick. Yes, I know we’re out getting dinner together, but you know how Mommy is.” Still: “I’m in.” “Very good,” she said. “Just…promise that you won’t do that while I’m with my mother tomorrow?” She laughed. “As amusing as that would be, I’ll honor that request.” “Thank you.” “Speaking of…” I took in a long, slow, breath as I ran my hand through my hair. I was hoping to get through the night without talking about brunch. But, the cat seemed out of the bag now. “Are you ready to see your mother?” “I’m ready for tomorrow to be over,” I nodded. “Oh,” she laughed. “It won’t be that bad.” I was pretty sure that was the moment she jinxed it. If things did go awry, I’d know what to blame it on.

I like your writing style here except for one thing: the constant switching of POV is very confusing. I could not follow it at all for quite a while and then, after I understood what was happening, it still felt awkward. Maybe write it just from one POV? (His.)

I really would like to know if anybody could make some suggestions. Look to make my wildest dreams on "on Amazon" come true I'm making a list. I'm looking for daily diapers to wear regularly and maybe chastity "If someone else suggested or bought me one I feel like that way it's not self imposed chastity" a partner or anyone really anybody. want to add anything on here also feel like This could be fun to start here. Please help me be creative with my fantasy amazon list ! https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/dl/invite/9uufCZ2?ref_=wl_share also share your fantasy list. Just imagine something you had to wear cause some else got it for you I would totally share if my partner or anyone else got it for me. I Know this could be fun. maybe a fun members only photo section challenge... or the beginning to a wild story about how fantasy getting out of control quickly... "next thing I knew I was wearing chastity and frilly diapers😄

Job well done! And it looks perfect with diapers and supplies in there.

@PinkTheDinosaur I read this and I ended up feeling just like I said like somebody sucked me right into the story! Shut up this is awesome and it's really cool that you were able to do it in such a way that the Reader wants to be in the same position as the characters then you have done something that's awesome! When you end up doing it that way, it's really cool and you put the reader in a position where you feel like you are the character, and like I said before this is a mark of a good writer! If I can be set up so that I feel like I am part of the story then you have done an awesome job! I think Ella will find that this will be a good place for her to be. Sounds like Nicole really loves her, and really wants her to stay and it sounds like Nicole is allowing her to stay and Ella wants to stay. I'm glad that she was able to set it up the way she did, and I hope that she Will stay there long term, and that she will be able to get the love and attention and everything that she needs. Based on her history, I wouldn't want a father that did what he did I hope Miss Ella and Miss Nicole will be together for a long time! They deserve each other! Nicole sounds like the type of person that would be an awesome auntie or mother or whatever, and if she was an auntie, it would be like one of my aunts that I think is pretty cool, and always loved and respected and everything else. It shows that she does actually love her and that's a good thing. ella needs the stability of an environment where she can thrive and where she can be the girl she needs to be and wants to be, and not be afraid that she had an accident, She pees herself or messes herself, or has other types of accidents. This way I think that she can heal, because Nicole is allowing her to make steps backwards so she can get better, and enjoy herself. She gets to live her childhood over or in part, so that makes a difference. Only making reference to this because it seems like this is where it's going, but I'll be interested to read the story some more and I love what you have done! Brian

she whined and smacked her hands away from her "JUST LET ME SLEEP"

Glad to have you here! Feel free to message if you like. There plenty of people on here who are of similar mind

This November will be the start of my 10th year of being diapered 24/7 in that time only 2 people have noticed and mentioned it but they saw my back pack every time I went to the washroom not the diaper. Im long passed the worry of some one noticing Im diapered. Ive even carried a diaper out in the open when heading into a public wash room to change and no one batted an eye. All my family snd close friends know im padded 24/7 it makes it easier to deal with IC issues no more hiding my supplies

@Babygeebee I don't mind a wet diaper as long as the diaper is not so wet that it causes skin breakdown or becomes uncomfortable or starts to leak. I've tried The Dirty diaper bit, when you end up doing a number two in your diaper, and then just sitting in it for say an hour, and the last time I did that, all I had was a humongous rash that went all over the place, and because that was all acid, it really really bothers and it caused all this redness! That is why @Evelyn Dellcerro Tells everyone to make sure you have plenty of good barrier cream, because that will allow everything to slide off of you, because that protects your skin! Remember when she said how bad it can get if you don't, and all I can remember is a dream where you have the worst diaper rash in history and it really really hurts and burns! When somebody has a rash that bad I feel bad for them, so I try not to let that happen, but let me tell you if you have one that bad, it will take a long time for you to be able to deal with the Aftermath! However I do like the idea that I have a diaper on, I need them, so I use them! There's been times when I sit somewhere like in my chair somewhere, and it just allows me to explode, and it feels so good sometimes because you're trying to hold it and you can't, and then you just keep on going and going! While you like the dirty diapers, the wet diapers are more my style, because you can control how bad it is by looking at the situation when you take a wet diaper off. Dirty diaper requires you to be able to clean it up immediately otherwise you end up with more than just minor irritation, you could be irritated for about a week while everything heals. This is why it's important to air out, and I do it quite often because that way the skin can breathe. Your skin is a covering that protects your body from germs and everything on the outside, and that's why you have your skin, if you let your skin go bad then you don't have as much protection but it's good to have it. That's why I always have good barrier cream! Brian

"you change me while i sleep" she said while rolling back over to go back to sleep

@kasarberang We hope you're doing well out there! As we've passed the likely upper limit on the judging on this, I'm gonna assume life came at ya fast and situations have changed. Hopefully for the better, and if not, hopefully they turn around soon. Best of luck!

When you only wear one kind of diaper, either the Pettite or "French" that is both thick and has a l iiner that feels very different from other clothes. You not only do not forget what diaper you are in, but you know if yo are not in a diaper at all. The BabyDoll diaper feels very unique

Agree 100% all of the above.

Inspired by @Diaperman123, I thought I'd post a fun update rather than a serious untraining update. I've been using catheters off and on for many years but I haven't indulged very much in the last few years. Today I thought I'd take the plunge and give my bladder a two day break from its responsibilities so I put in a catheter a few hours ago. I'm not used to the random bladder spasms anymore but that will ease over the next 24 hours. I won't keep the catheter in too long so as to prevent the development of a UTI. During the next couple days I will be working on a stent design and hopefully it'll be ready to test when I take out this catheter. But OMG, I forgot how great it felt not having to even worry about my control, let alone not having it. It just reinforces my feelings and convictions that I'm attempting to do what's right for me, whether or not I can achieve my goal. So for now I'm gonna take a bit of a break and have fun at guaranteed no control for the next 48 hours. See you on the other side!

Chapter 50: Sticking Out BETH AND HER friends had all quietly shared their observations of horror when they realized the Littles were all in trouble for something. “Beth, why don’t we get out of here?” Reila suggested. “I really don’t like some of the looks we’re getting.” Beth hated to admit it, but it felt like there was a sudden discomfort for her, with now being the shortest people in the room. It seemed like most of the other Tweeners were all getting the same idea and heading out, too. Just before she got to her dorm, her phone buzzed, and she looked at it. Heads up, you have guests in your room. They’re safe but need to talk with you; call us afterward. Love, Dad “What the hell?” asked aloud. “Huh?” Livy responded. “Something else is happening in my room, but my parents are okay with it.” “Do you want us to come with you?” Reila asked, even as Beth could tell she wanted nothing of the sort. She shook her head, “No, Dad says it’s safe…” Both of them gave her quick hugs and split off as she came to her room where her door was open, and she found Penelope, President Barnes, and… Amanda?!? “Umm… Hi? Can I help you?” “Good evening, Miss Sylvester. I’m glad we caught you,” Barnes said. “Umm… okay?” Amanda took over, “Your parents asked me to be here for this meeting,” she told her. “Since I’m a professor here and a family friend.” “What’s going on?” She asked. “The incident at the end of last week has your parents understandably concerned in regards to pranks going too far…” He started. “Pranks?!?” She hissed but kept her voice reasonable. “Someone is making a really good attempt to run me out of here!” Amanda said, “Yes, I would say we are well past prank status here, Ryan.” He looked at her, and Beth suddenly understood that Amanda may have been even more invaluable of an ally than her father was. She couldn’t imagine many people calling the university president by his first name. She rarely even heard a simple ‘Doctor Barnes’ being used! “Perhaps you are right; I shouldn’t have worded it that way… Be it whatever it is, it’s clear that you are being bullied by someone. We have investigated multiple people, but whoever has hacked into our systems and allowed the previous student access to your room or student records this past time is so far unknown. Your parents made what I would consider a bit of an… unusual… request in having a HoloAssistant for you.” “I don’t…” “Need one? Yes, I’m guessing you don’t. But I think they want someone who can monitor your room while you’re out? And, let’s be honest, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind having something to clean up and do laundry for you?” He shook his head, “I sure would have when I was single…?” He sighed, “Anyway, it’s approved, and I’ll leave that to Amanda here to set up. I do want to say with Penelope present, any further incidents will not be tolerated by others. We will get to the bottom of who’s behind these issues.” “I promise there won’t be a repeat of what you dealt with when Desi came,” Penelope said. “We’ve met with all of the R.D.s and made everyone aware of this while dealing with other problems. They’ve all been told that if anything happens, it goes directly to me or President Barnes.” “What about Tracy?” Beth asked. She shrugged, “From what we can tell, she was just following policy. She received the notification that you were having potty issues and were required to wear protection at all times. Students in that situation in a regular dorm are required to stay in on weekends and not attend parties or off-campus.” Beth just shrugged, “If you’re sure…” She paused before saying, “I guess thank you for your help and for coming by,” she said. “You’re welcome,” they said, and soon it was just Amanda and her in the room. “I’m sorry you’re dealing with this, Beth,” she told her. “I’m currently looking more into the records hacking myself; hopefully, I’ll have more luck than they’ve had so far.” “Thanks,” Beth said. “Anyway, it’s time to introduce you to R.A.C.H.E.L.!” She watched as Amanda pushed a button on an emitter setup that she appeared to have physically attached to a wall. A tall woman about Amanda’s height suddenly appeared. “Hello, I am R.A.C.H.E.L., your new Robotic Assistant for Childcare, Housekeeping, Education, and Learning!” She looked at Amanda, “I believe you must be my owner?” “No, Rachel, this is Beth. She is your owner.” The assistant looked down at her and said, “Oh, are you in need of special care for some reason?” Beth wanted to slap the A.I. but said, “No, I need someone to ensure nothing happens to me when I’m in my room. I’ve been dealing with attempts to attack my maturity and need you to guard the room and defend me should anyone try and say I’m having potty problems.” “That will be no problem at all, Beth! I’m also happy to help if you do have potty problems! Changing diapers or guiding you to potty times is well within my programming.” “That will not be necessary,” Amanda told the A.I. “Beth is an adult, and you will treat her as such. Only she or I may change that status with a verbal command verified by the other person.” “Yes, ma’am,” the A.I. said. “In the meantime, I suppose I can help clean up around here, too? It looks like your room hasn’t been dusted or deep-cleaned in some time?” “Sure, Rachel, that would be fine, just don’t throw away any of my things without asking me first,” she added. She remembered one time an A.I. back home had thrown away a set of pages she’d been coloring as a kid. The last thing she wanted was for the A.I. to throw away a project or her homework! Amanda hugged Beth, “I know this seems a bit over the top, but I’ve added some additional programming here to help protect you. Hopefully, this all dies down soon.” “If it doesn’t?” Beth asked. “You know you’re not a Little; you could come live with us and commute?” she suggested. “That’s a long commute each day?” “I did it for many years, and it’s a pain, but you have Luxuria service anyway, right?” Beth nodded, “I’ll think about it.” “By the way, you are coming back to our place next weekend.” “I am?” “You are! How else will you get to hang out with your boyfriend?” “How…?” She wanted to ask, but Amanda was already out the door. “Guess we don’t have to worry about telling her!” She thought. Rachel was occupying herself and taking a fair amount of space in the room as she noiselessly found every speck of dust and straightened her room. Beth sighed, ignoring her, and got to studying. She’d been given many practice problems and reading to do and knew she needed to get to it! I WOKE UP to the hands of Mackenzie, massaging my back as she sat me down on the changing table. “Good morning, Sweetie,” she said with a smile, “I assume you still want to go swimming?” I nodded, “Please, and thanks! I didn’t know if I would still be allowed?” “You weren’t here over the weekend; I hated even making you have the early bedtime last night. But that’s effective for every Little for the next two weeks.” I grimaced, “That’s going to make it hard to find time to study.” “If it’s something really important, tell me, and I’ll try and find a way out like we did the other night,” she told me. “Now, let’s check on your diaper. So far, you’re the only one staying dry in the entire dorm!” She pulled the zipper down, and I could certainly feel a full bladder. “Still good!” she smiled. “Let’s get you on the potty so you can stay that way.” The morning repeated what we had been doing until I got out of the pool, and another nest mother was coming in. “Why’s he down here? They’re all grounded!” she hissed. “Connor wasn’t on campus this weekend; he literally had nothing to do with it all.” “Kenzie, you need to be smart with this…” she almost growled, “You both could get in trouble?” “My nest, my rules,” she said. “I don’t say anything about what you do with yours?” There was a bit of a staring contest, but she stopped arguing, and Mackenzie took me upstairs to shower while she did the same. When I was finished and ready to get dressed, I couldn’t find any of my Pull-Ups! I kept the towel wrapped around me until she came out, “Where are my Pull-Ups?” She grimaced, “Sorry, Connor, but I have to keep track of Pull-Ups for everyone wearing them… which is only you now. Let me get it for you.” I watched her actually have to unlock a cabinet and pull one out. “Come here. I want to take care of this before I wake the others up.” She picked me up and stood me on the changing table, pulling the blue garment up my legs and leaving it where I was proudly displaying the childish garment to the world. I thought she would let me down, but she said, “Lay down for just a second for me here?” I complied, and for a moment, I wondered why I was lying down like I was having a diaper change, but she dug out something and pushed an odd little plastic ribbon to the Pull-Up. She kept her hand holding me down, gently dug her phone out, and waved it over the device. There was a beep from her phone, and I watched her type for a second. “What’s that?” I asked her. “Insurance,” she told me. “Huh?” I asked. “Don’t worry about it... hopefully, you won’t need to worry about it.” “That’s not a good way to get me to not worry about it,” I grumbled as I walked back to my desk and decided to take advantage of the hour of waking up the others to study! At one point, my attention was drawn to the potty chart wall, and I felt myself double-take as I realized it was bare except one chart. Mine! As the guys were getting up and taking their turns with diaper changes, I couldn’t help but note glares directed at me. Jack was getting changed, “Where did our potty charts all go?” “In the recycling bin,” Mackenzie said as she held his feet in the air, “none of you are going to be using a big-boy potty until at least summer at this point.” “That’s not fair!” he complained. “It’s supposed to be after so many weeks! They just talked about that again recently!” “Sorry baby, those are the new rules after your friends were bad the other day.” “But something you all showed us made us have accidents…? It had to have been that movie!” “We were there and watched the same movie?” Mackenzie told him, “I know you, Littles, have urban legends about us magically taking your potty training away, but sometimes you have to just accept you aren’t ready for the potty. It’s okay. We’ll be happy to change your diapers here and at the changing stations! Plus, think about how much time you won’t have to waste leaving classes to find a potty you can reach!” As Jack walked away from the table in his uniform, it was clear he was not happy about any of it! I felt daggers in my back as I used the bathroom again before we left for breakfast, and Mackenzie checked my Pull-Up and announced, ‘What a big boy!’ I was relieved when I saw Beth and Cassie sitting at a table, “Can I join you guys?” I asked. “Sure,” Cassie said. She smirked, “I think someone would be grumpy if I said no,” and nodded towards Beth. I smiled at Beth, who I slid beside after putting together my booster. She gave me a quick sideways hug and said, “We’re going to have to find other places to get together… I just need to vent; last night sucked!” “Tell me about it,” I told her, “I’m the only Little still in Pull-Ups.” “The only one?!?” She hissed. I nodded, “Mackenzie tore down everyone else’s potty charts after we went to bed last night! I’m a little nervous about some of the glares I was getting.” “Be careful,” Cassie said, “I’ve heard of nests getting catty before.” Beth nodded, “Well, at least you don’t have a full-time holographic nanny looking over your shoulders in your room?” “I just have a real one, unfortunately,” I told her. She nodded with a sigh, “You’re right.” “What do you mean by that?” Cassie asked. Beth filled us both in on her holo-protector nanny, and I did feel a bit bad for her if anyone found out about it. “At least as long as she’s in your room, you should be safe,” Cassie said. I nodded. I looked at my phone, “I guess I need to head to class.” “I’ll walk with you out,” Beth said with a smile. When we had left the building, I walked closely beside her. If we were the same height, I would have reached over to try and hold her hand, but given our height differences, I was afraid that would be weird. Instead, she took her hand and rubbed my shoulder as we walked. When we reached a path we needed to split off, she said, “Have a good class. I’ll try and catch you for lunch?” I nodded, “I have to leave early for that seminar.” “I’ll get there right after this class,” she smiled. “Great!” I said and walked to my screenwriting class. “Good morning!” Doctor Gibney said to us a short while later. “Today, we will discuss some of the nuances of stage directions in a script. Many times…” I took notes and paid attention to examples from our professor as the lecture went on. I noticed that there seemed to be a good chunk of the class skipping that day, which, given the project being due on Thursday, I assumed meant they were mainly concerned with that. To my great joy, Kelly was one of my absent classmates! At the end of class, he said, “I’ve received completed scripts from just one of you so far. Make sure you have those done by Thursday! If you want to have a chance of your script being filmed, I recommend having it in on Wednesday by midnight. I know they’ll discuss how they choose scripts in the film class this afternoon.” He smiled, “If no one has any questions, we’ll end class a few minutes early today!” I was helped down and packing things up when he approached me, “Connor, I am really impressed with your script. I’m hopeful one of the groups here will film it, maybe even yours?” “I’d like to think so, but we’ll see what happens?” I told him. “I have a feeling yours will get made one way or another. Good work!” “Thanks,” I said. I talked casually with some classmates but exited quickly and found the bathroom. I used it and then again noted the thing Mackenzie had attached to the front of my Pull-Up. ‘I’ll have to look it up later,’ I thought. BETH WAS GRATEFUL that her Signals and Systems class was improving for her now that she’d spent some time studying with Connor. Being woken up by Rachel instead of an alarm clock this morning had been an unexpected surprise. The holographic aid shook her shoulder gently like her mom and dad used to do to get her up back home instead of her alarm clock going off. ‘Still do,’ she thought, a little embarrassed. Three Littles were in her class, and she knew they stuck together to help each other. As they’d been waiting for class, she’d listened to a conversation. “I’m telling you, it had to have been the movie Friday night?” the one girl said. “The nest mothers were with us!” one of the boys replied. “Maybe they were wearing protective contacts?” the girl replied. “Maybe… I still think it’s something else. They added those nightlight things to the Pods this semester... Do you think it could be them?” The third member of their group said. One thing was clear to Beth: there was a definite push for getting the Littles into diapers, and it had seemingly succeeded for everyone but one Little at this point. As far as she knew, this was the worst problem Littles had in about ten years. If she’d known things would deteriorate again so rapidly for them, she might have stayed home for school! She arrived at lunch in time to see Connor try and sit down with a group of Littles, and they all stood up and left like some middle school kids bullying another one. “What the hell?” she swore quietly. “Those jackasses!” She could see in his posture he was definitely affected. “Hey Connor, I need to get some food of my own. Can I leave my bag here?” She said to him. The fact that his face lit up at her presence made her smile. “Sure, of course, Beth!” he said. “Unless you want to move to a taller table?” He was sitting at one of the Mid-sized tables. You could sit there okay as a Little, a Tweener was comfortable, and a Big would be like squeezing into a first-grade chair. She was small enough that the table was more than okay, “This one is fine; be right back!” When she returned with her food, she found Connor having a tense conversation with a boy a bit larger than him, and she felt her emotions rise that anyone would pick on her boyfriend! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thank you for reading!!! Please press the like button and leave a comment!!! I love seeing readers guess where things are going! I decided this week's post would be early this morning where I live. Next week will definitely be on Sunday sometime in the afternoon my time if I had to guess. Thanks for your patience! Remember In-Between is now available 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!) 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As a kind of postscript, I gave the “Night N Day Comfort Unisex Front-Opening All-in-One Pant Plus” another spin today, this time covering it with PUL waterproof pants. For the sake of design intent symmetry, I used an “Eenee” brand PUL pant which IS a locally source, medical product. The Eenee pants’ unprotected elastics make them useless for covering cloth products but their size is such that those elastics are some distance from the infamously porous “Night N Day” seams. Sure enough, my outside stayed drier than my inside. Eventually Father Time ended the pee party as I had to shower and change before cooking dinner. At change time, the outside of the “waterproof” layer was thoroughly wet at every sewn hem (rendering it useless) but the Eenee PUL pants had kept my clothes dry. Payload measured at 713ml: still not much but I changed due to time, not leakage. They could have gone further. So, they WILL absorb more than 600ml when boosted but used as the manufacturer intended they remain useless…

A couple of times. I change my own diapers (I'm a big girl, I change my own diapers all by myself ). Once I wore a Rearz Mermaid when I was hanging around the house and I needed to run to the store. Since my diaper wasn't too wet, I didn't really pay attention to what diaper I was wearing. I normally only wear ABDL diapers at home occassionally for some Little/ ABDL time, and I mostly wear non-ABDL diapers (Northshore Megamax, etc) any other time- those are my grown up diapers lol.

Dude, you're a conspiracy theorist. You act like a conspiracy theorist, you think like a conspiracy theorist. Sure, all of us in this thread are far from evidence-based science, but you're the furthest away. No negativity - just be polite to others since we're all in the same a-hole boat. Thanks for the input, no thanks for the harsh language

Tossed a good portion of my discretionary spending in today. Keep up the great work! If I am not mistaken the name that comes up on the card isn't even related to Dailydiapers.com

If I'm wearing a diaper and have earned a spanking, the diaper is coming off for my bare bottom to have a nice long meeting with the paddle. Anything on the diaper is just a love pat or a warning to shape up.

Insurance gives me more than I can use back when I needed a diaper with Velcro that was considered premium , reimbursement on cloth was like 26 cents a month , so I said screw it and bought my own , so I always have a surplus as I only wear the disposables when going out . One year I had someone from the board who lost their job I gave them like 80 cases . It took them half a day to get here but the money they saved on diapers was huge miracle compared to a tank of gas . So fortunately I can always get through and share the love to others diaper wise , the explosion in food prices is not as easy , I leverage every trick I can to keep my house stocked and make my ends meet especially with onset of winter approaching and they are anticipating a bad one .

Chapter 5: They say if you do something enough, it soon becomes habit, boring and in some cases almost second nature. I would not say that wearing diapers became boring, I loved every minutes of my new life and after having gotten over the mental wall, of wearing and using around my Mom, the whole experience became a lot more pleasant and relaxing. Being able to sit casually in the couch, watching someone on TV and just letting go right then and there, was simply amazing. I did have a couple of close calls with leaks, but always managed to stop myself or leave the room, before they became apparent or turned into serious accidents. The new process of having to tell Mom, every time I leaked on my bed, often during my morning wetting, took a bit of time getting used to and was rather embarrassing in the beginning. But Mom was right, she was better at taking care of the wet sheets and managed to keep the smell of urine out of them and the waterproof sheets, also managed to do their job, stopping me from ruining my mattress even further, than I already had. One thing that did change over time, was the connection between the diapers and my “sexual activity”. In the beginning most wetting, changing's and most of the nights laying in my bed, would end with me doing some serious rubbing on the outside of my diapers. The feeling of the heat around my crotch, the sound of the plastic and the overall thought of the diaper, was enough to set me off. That changed at some point and soon the connection between the diapers and my sexuality slowly started to fade. After all, if the sound, feeling and thought of the diapers, could keep setting me off, then I would be forced to walk around in a constant orgasmic ecstasy. The diapers became more of an everyday thing and sexual arousal no longer, came from only that. I managed to do a lot of writing, during my day’s home alone. Everything from longer pieces, that reminded more of diary entries, to just random thoughts and things I may have experience that day. Everything went down on paper, it had to be shortened down and rewritten a million times before it was ready to publish, but when the two years had passed, I wanted to have as much material as possible. I wanted and needed this article to be my big break. To say I got plenty of material for my article, a couple of weeks later would be an understatement. One weekend it was decided that Mom and me would go visit my uncle, aunt and cousin Jack. The communication with all three of them, had been very limited since starting my project and this would be the first time getting together with them, since they agreed to participate. My Mom’ sister lived with her husband and son only about a 30-minute drive across town, so Saturday morning we started getting ready to leave for the day. Grabbing on the essentials, I was in the middle of putting on my shoes, when my mom addressed them. “You’re making sure to bring changing supplies, right?”. I stopped my actions and looked up at her, as she was in middle of finding the car keys in her handbag. “Nah, don’t think I’ll need it. It’ll be fine.” I answered casually, finishing tying my shoes. “You sure? I mean, if you do flood or leak, you’ll be dead in the water. Its rather normal to bring extra supplies with you, when you’re going anywhere with a diaper child.” “I’m good.” My answer was short and shift, completely ignoring the fact that she just called me a “diaper child”. We made our way out the house and jumped in the car and was on our way. The drive itself rather uneventful. It was a pretty day outside, slowly coming out of winter and heading towards spring. The clouds even parted for a moment, to allow the sun to shine through, as we made our way across time, listening to the radio. As the radio played, I stared out the window watching the houses, trees and traffic pass by, when a slight pressure hit my bladder. Without any real concern or thought, I did what I had do before and held my breath for a second, before a slow and steady stream slowly escaped into my diaper, warming the area around my crotch, but disappearing as soon as it had arrived, thanks to the absorbency of my underwear, which quickly soaked up every single drop. We arrived in my uncle and aunt’s driveway shortly thereafter and upon knocking on the door was greeted by my uncle Rob. “Hey Susan long time no see and heya Pat.” He embraced my Mom, before giving me a quick brofist, calling me by the nickname he came up with ages ago, before inviting us inside. After having dropped off our jackets and shoes, we continued into the living room to find my aunt Karen sitting on the living room couch, her top partially pulled down, with one breast exposed in the middle of feeding cousin Jack, who was resting in her lap, while gently sucking her exposed nipple. “Oh hello you two, it’ll just be a second we’re nearly done.” We greeted her, before taking a seat in the couch arrangement. My eyes were glued to my cousin, who was suckling almost in a hypnotic rhythm. A few moments later, Rob appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray containing coffee and everything that goes with it. As my Mom helped him set everything up on the living room table, my Aunt slowly finished up feeding jack, covering herself back up, before moving him across her shoulder, giving him a few gentle pats on the back, which resulted in a light burp that was accompanied by a small amount of spit up, which was caught on a white cloth, that she had flung across her shoulder. She quickly cleaned everything up and with Jack sitting on her lap, poured herself a cup of tea and got comfortable. We quickly feel into talking, discussing everything that had happened since we last saw each other, trying to catch up on the lives of one another. We enjoyed plenty of coffee, tea and cookies during the next 1 hour, until the ongoing conversation was stopped as my Aunt announced “Uh,Uh, smells like someone have had a little accident.” All eyes turned to Jack, who was sitting on my Aunts lap, a silly smile covering his face, as a bit of drool escaped his mouth and rolled onto his already soaked bib. “Are you sure about that, Karen? For all we know, it may be Pat over here, who is responsible for the smell.” All eyes suddenly shifted to be, as I turned burning red with embarrassment. “Is that so? Pat, did you make a boom, boom in your nappy?” My Aunt followed up, fight to hold back her laugh. My face continued to increase in color, this attention was rather unwanted and completely unexpected. “We’re just kidding, Champ. Relax, we’re just messing with ya.” Rob got off the couch and scooped Jack off Karen’s lap, before continuing “I’ll just take this guy for a change and then I think it’s time for a nap.” He chuckled to himself, as he and Jack left the room. A few seconds later, my Aunts eyes returned to me. “But seriously Patrick, how is everything going? We’ve started to receive the payment from the magazine, but how is everything going with you? I heard to crinkle your way in here, so where are you at in the process?” I slowly started to explain the situation to my her, trying to describe where I was at, at the moment. While doing so Rob returned, having changed and put Jack down for a nap, he sat down beside my Aunt and listened in on my story and recollection of how the experiment had been going leading up to that point. As I finished, Karen took a sip of her tea and started “That’s good to hear that you’re making progress. You know we were rather skeptical in the beginning, but after your explanation and after everything you just told us. It is turning into a rather interesting process to be a part of.” “Yeah, and the money aren’t that bad either.” Rob bust out, before letting out a loud laugh. The conversation soon turned back to the subject that was discussed before the smell of Jack’s dirty accident had interrupted us and we continued drinking our drinks and passing conversation. As the conversation carried on into the next out, I found myself zoning out for a second, as a familiar pressure was slowly building around my lower region, without any real thought or hesitation I went through the motions of holding my breath for a moment, allowing my muscles to relax and the pressure to disappear and be replaced by a flood of urine soaking through my diaper. “Oh, is that really happening!?” I was brought back into the conversation, by the sound of my Aunts voice echoing through the room. “Patrick, what are you doing!?” My Mom’s voice followed close behind, as my eyes shut open, as they all three stared at me. I quickly panned down and realized that not only was I leaking, I was soaking my pants and dripping onto the couch, with no way of stopping or controlling the flow of urine, I shot up from the couch and stood helpless in the center of the room as the last pee ran down my legs and drippled onto the floor. “I’ll go get a towel!” My Aunt ran out the room, as my Uncle just stared at me “Jesus Pat, what happened?” I just stood dumbfound for a moment, before My aunt returned a threw a towel onto the couch, trying to pat it dry, before throwing a cloth onto the floor whipping up my mess. “Did you guys bring changing supplies and a change of cloth?” she asked finishing cleaning up the floor. “No we did not, because someone said he didn’t need it.” The sarcasm and irony in my Mom’s voice was clear. “We best get going, he’s going to get cold and sick if he stays like that for too long.” She got up from the couch and walked past me. “Yeah, sadly I don’t think we have anything that you guys can use, better get home and get changed.” My uncle continued, before also getting up. “I’m so sorry.” I mumbled under my breath. “It’s okay, Champ. Accidents happens, it’s happened with Jack plenty of times, the couch is used to it. Just be more careful next time.” He placed a hand on my shoulder, before guiding me out the living room. “He can sit on this in the car, that way he won’t ruin the seat.” My Aunt handed my Mom another towel as I slowly finished putting on my jacket and shoes, burning with embarrassment, but also extremely uncomfortable, as my wet pants clung to my legs and groin. With my head hanging low, we sat out goodbye’s and made the short walk to the car, my Mom stopping me from entering before having placed the towel on my seat.