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That's a lot to lose with only two days left - But then again, a lot can change in two days. Now I'm hearing that tiktok trend sound in my head 🤣 Who knows - There's still two changes yet to come! Day 13 It struck Vanessa that things had become routine almost as soon as the shock had worn off. In just under two weeks, they’d learned that magic existed, and had a cruel sense of humor. They’d seen Nicole devolve from a fully capable woman to a person with the memories of an adult but the physical faculties of a particularly stunted toddler. And, already, she was…used to it. Not unconcerned, of course. Vanessa still spent her time scouring the internet for solutions, looking for cures or counterspells or witches who could fix everything, but it had lost its sense of shock. Even the doodle for the day–showing baby blocks scattered and an utterly broken, jagged speech bubble, didn’t carry much shock, just an indication of what new problems to expect for the day. Now, she just worried for Nicole in a way that could only be described with one word, but it was a word Vanessa refused to say out loud; one that began with an ‘M’ and rhymed with ‘Blaternal’. “Buh!” Nicole called. “Vee-vee!” Vanessa hurried into the nursery. “What is it, Nic? You need a change?” “Hungie,” Nicole said. “Pwea?” (Her speech is getting worse,) Vanessa thought. (And she’s not even forming adult thoughts, at least not any that she’s communicating to me.) “I’ll make something.” She had to sit Nicole down, giving her juice in her Pee Happy bottle so she had something to drink while breakfast got made. Once food was finished, Vanessa fed Nic macaroni one spoonful at a time, working her way through the bowl. At least it was the weekend–trying to juggle baby care and work a full time job already left her exhausted, and she’d only been doing it for a couple days. As she set aside breakfast, she sniffed. “Nicky, you stink.” “Nuh-nuh, no poopies,” Nicole mumbled, shaking her head. Then, uncertain, she reached back and prodded at her diaper with a hand. Confident again, she said, “Nuh!” “Not what I mean,” Vanessa said. “You need a bath, silly–it’s been too long already.” She almost suggested Nicole do it herself, but given how clumsy she’d been, Vanessa worried she’d end up hurting herself. So, she helped Nic down from the kitchen table and walked her friend to the bathroom. “Eeep!” Nicole winced, alarmed. As quickly as she could on all fours, she crawled behind Vanessa’s legs, cowering. “Wha–oh,” Vanessa said, looking between Nic and the toilet, remembering how her friend had described an irrational fear of the porcelain seat. Unfolding a couple towels, she draped them over the toilet, hiding it away for now–enough that Nicole no longer hid from it. While Nic sat on the floor, suckling her thumb, Vanessa got the tub going, testing the water with her hands–not too hot, not too cold. On impulse, she added a bit of shampoo to the mix, filling the tub with sudsy bubbles. “Time to get clean,” she coaxed, holding out a hand to her friend. It was getting easier to just think of her as a baby–Nicole may still have some of her adult traits left, but not many, and the potty training chart had taken so much that she may as well have been just a large infant. Nicole was able to stand for just long enough to get into the tub before her legs stopped supporting her weight again, dropping her into the bubbly water with a splash. She giggled, and Vanessa tried not to be too annoyed about the water splattered on her shirt. “How’s the water?” she asked, rubbing a washcloth down with soap and starting the scrubbing process. Nicole just nodded and smiled. That was all the words she’d be giving on that topic, apparently. Arms, back, butt, down to her legs, and then up again to get her chest–Vanessa cleaned her friend up from bottom to top, ending with her face, careful not to get any soap in her eyes or mouth. “And behind the ears,” she said aloud, narrating as she washed–Nicole seemed more interested in the bubbles than in the cleaning itself. Once Nicole’s body was clean, it came time for her hair. Shampoo, scrubbed in and then rinsed out, followed by conditioner, and then a little time to soak. “How are you feeling, Nic?” Vanessa asked, filling time while they sat in the bathroom. “Wadda’s ni,” Nicole replied. “Sure, but I mean…there’s only one day left,” Vanessa said. “And then I honestly don’t know what could happen after that.” Nicole paused, thinking about it. Her expression soured, a little, but then her eyes came to rest on Vanessa and she smiled again. “You stiww be hewe?” Her tone was half a question, half a request for reassurance. She wanted a promise. Vanessa smiled and nodded. “Of course, Nic–I’m not going anywhere. Not ever.” “Den it’ll be o-tay.” Nicole raised her arms and gave Vanessa a sudsy, wet hug. Vanessa squeezed back, not caring at all that her clothes were soaked. The rest of the day went by. Vanessa had to be on babysitting duty the whole time, but Nicole was able to self direct for a lot of it, and her nursery was stocked with learning primers and baby-level puzzle books that kept her engaged. Food, diaper changes, and occasional attention during playtime were all that was needed. As they wound down for bed, though, Nicole’s confidence wavered. As Vanessa got her changed into a nighttime diaper, she asked, “V?” “What’s up, Nic?” Vanessa asked. “Not goin’ any-way?” It took Vanessa a second to realize she meant, ‘Anywhere’, not ‘Anyway’. “Of course not,” Vanessa assured her, taping down the double-thick diaper. “You ready for bed?” Nicole nodded, then paused. “V?” V tilted her head, helping her friend sit up. “Yeah?” “Can you sweep obah toni’?” Vanessa’s expression melted and she nodded. “Of course, sweetie. Just let me get ready for bed too, okay?” “O-tay.” After her own nightly ritual–toilet, toothbrushing, getting her phone on charge–she put Nicole down in her crib, then got in after her, curling up next to her friend. The gate shut on its own, but Vanessa checked and ensured she could open them without issue. Confident they wouldn’t be trapped, she got cozy under the covers. With the bars penning them in, she had to be right next to Nicole, spooning against her, arms wrapped over her friend’s waist. Nicole snuggled a little closer, yawned happily, and they both fell asleep together. ... Support the author and help with the creation of more stories like this one! https://www.patreon.com/PeculiarChangeling https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

@oznlhad you considered a hybrid approach to your hair removal? Yes, the epilator is designed for flat terrain and your nappy area has hills and valleys so a two prong attack on the enemy hair may be called for. There's been no shortage of discussion about waxing pubic hair and the pain involved in using that method and most avoid it due to the level of pain. As you said, it hurts less now so maybe the same could be expected from waxing at this point. By waxing you can depilate the peaks and valleys while using the epilator on the flats. Just a thought I had that may help. Hugs, Freta

chapter 10 Nikkole placed Ella on the changing table and began undressing her as she slowly woke up. After taking off the wet diaper, Nikkole cleaned up the little girl and helped her into her pull-ups before going to the closet and grabbing one of her outfits. A yellow t-shirt with a cat face on the front, a nice skirt, and yellow socks. "Come on, Ella. Let's go have some lunch." Nikkole told Ella as she picked her up off the changing table and sat her on the ground. "Okay, Nikkole," Ella said with a smile as she walked with Nikkole back downstairs and into the kitchen. Ella saw two bowls of tomato soup and grilled cheese sitting on the table, waiting for them. Ella rushed to her spot and began eating while Nikkole made her a drink. While Nikkole was away, Ella took notice of the papers lying on the table and looked at one of them. Most of it was legal words and mumbo-jumbo that Ella could barely understand, but she noticed her name on the paper. "Um, Nikkole?" Ella said as she turned around and saw Nikkole coming over with her milk. "What is this?" Nikkole looked at the paper she was holding and cursed herself. She wanted to deal with this after lunch… "I'm sorry, Ella," Nikkole said as she sat the glass down and took her seat. "But we were visited by one of the Metztlis servants. A woman named Cathy." "C-Cathy!" Ella yelled with surprise in her eyes as she jumped out of her seat and grabbed onto Nikkole. "Why d-didn't you wake me!" Nikkole could only look down at Ella's face and see no anger or pain but sadness. "I-i would h-have liked t-to see Cathy again," Ella said as she let go of Nikkole and let her arms and head slump down. “I'm sorry Ella,” Nikkole told her. From there, Nikkole told Ella what happened while she was asleep. She told her all about the paperwork and what it meant for Ella. Ella just stood, listening to everything Nikkole said. "You okay?" Nikkole asked her as she tried to look at Ella's face. With a single tear wiped away from her eye, Ella looked up and smiled. "Y-yes." Nikkole gave her a smile back. "I will still need to look over these first, but are you sure this is what you want to do?" Nikkole asked Ella. That was the big question, wasn't it? After all this time, fighting to be seen as mature. To be seen as an adult, as a woman. Was she really going to give all of that up? But it wasn't something that needed to be asked anymore. For once, Ella wasn't being shunned for not being normal. For once, Ella wasn't being yelled at for her diaper dependence or messing up her body just to please the people she hated. Nikkole is forceful and can get mad, but it comes from a mother who wants to do what's suitable for their child. To make sure they aren't hurting themselves. To make sure they stay clean, healthy, and loved. Even if it has to be tough love at times. Lossing her adulthood? Did she even have that? Stuck in diapers, treated as nothing more than a little kid. No matter what she did, that's just what people would think of her. Maybe this could be a good thing. Getting back the years, she lost trying to be something impossible for the wrong reasons. Lossing her name? If she could, she would have burned that name away years ago. But maybe it was some type of pride, or that it was the only thing Ella had that no one could take from her that she kept it. But now? Now that doesn't matter anymore. She has something better than that cursed name. "Yes, yes, I want this," Ella said without hesitation and a smile on her face. Nikkole couldn't help but give her new daughter a huge hug. ******************* "MOM!" a young woman yelled as she marched through her home until she reached her mother's office and barged in. "I'm sorry, something just came up. I must put you on hold for a moment." miss. Metztli told her agent over the phone before muting the phone. "Yes, Nia? What is the matter, darling?" "I just heard from one of the maids that Baby Brat called you!" Nia yelled as she slammed her hands down on the desk. "I want to know why!" "It's a matter that does not concern you, Nia." miss. Metztli said as she stood up and walked over to a small cabinet. "I've already handled the situation." "Bullshit!" Nia yelled. "You're letting that diaper-wearing cunt walk away scot-free! Even after everything you and Daddy had to do, keep her from messing things up, and after what she did to me!" Nia lifted up some of her long hair to show a small burn scar on the left side of her head that she used her hair to cover up. "That little cunt needs to pay for what…" Nia began yelling before her mother, but her mother slammed the cabinet with a loud crack that made Nia jump and shut up. "Nia, I know exactly how you are feeling." her mother said, as calm and composed as she could be, opened a bottle of alcohol. "But what Daddy is doing is something big right now, and we don't want anything to get in his way." "But that doesn't mean you should just let the cunt go!" Nia told her mother. "No, that is exactly what I should do." miss. Metztli told her daughter as she poured herself a glass. "Sometimes the simplest solutions to a problem are the best. As long as she doesn't get involved with us anymore, there should not be any problems." "But…" Nia started but stopped as her mother gave her an ice-cold stare. "Nia. your father is trying to win this election. how would it look if, by some mistake, it is revealed that Ella is alive and that we tried to get rid of her?" Miss. Nightster asked as she walked over and hugged her daughter. "one of these days, you are going to take over in our footsteps. But before that happens, you must learn when to pick your battles." Miss Metztli then went back and sat back down at her desk. "Now, if I'm correct, you have a violin concert to practice for. We wouldn't want another mistake like last time, where you messed up on a simple note." Nia gritted her teeth but did as her mother instructed, apologizing to her mother before leaving her office. "What am I going to do with that child." miss. Metztli sighed with a smile as she took a drink and unmuted her phone. ************ After finally finishing their meal, Nikkole and Ella decided they needed to leave the house for a while and decided to go to plenamart to pick up some stuff and clear their minds. Before they left, Ella changed her skirt for pants as she was still uncomfortable going out in a skirt. Ella grew a little nervous as the car pulled up to the store. "What's wrong, Ella?" Nikkole asked as she looked at Ella through the rear ver mirror. "I-its n-nothing," Ella told her as she paused slightly. "I-im j-just a l-little nervous." "Nervous? Why?" Nikkole asked. "I-i hav-vent been in p-public like t-this before," Ella told Nikkole. That's when Nikkole realized that she was right. While she might have gone to the doctor and prison looking like a little girl, she'd never been in public looking like this since she was young. "Ella, we don't have to be here if you don't want to." Nikkole offered. "We can just take a drive and go back home." "N-no." Ella stuttered. "I-i h-have to get u-use to it ev-entuly." Ella gave Nikkole a nervous smile as Nikkole smiled back. Knowing Ella was really trying her hardest. Nikkole exited the car and helped her little girl out before taking her hand and walking inside. After getting a cart, Nikkole contemplated putting Ella in it but decided against it. "Okay, let's get you a few more outfits, a toothbrush, and a few other odds and ends," Nikkole told Ella, who nodded beside the cart. Once they got to the clothes, Nikkole helped Ella pick out a few new clothes and went into the dressing room to help Ella try them on. Most of them were pants and other garments for public use. Nikkole partly wished she was wearing a regular diaper to get a few pants that would fit them, but that would be for another shopping day. Next was the toothbrush and other hygienic products that Nikkole didn't have enough of. Even grabbed some Preas formula for Ella. Before they could leave, however, Nikkole needed to make one last stop. The diaper section. While Nikkole might still have some diapers, she doesn't have many, and Ella also needed more pull-ups. And as they were turning into the diaper section, they were greeted by a pleasant surprise! "Oh! Hay Nikkole, hi Ella. what brings you two here?" Rose asked with a small pack of diapers under her arm. Rose was standing by a small, Preas-sized cart. "Just getting some stuff for Ella and the home," Nikkole told Rose. "You?" "Running out of my night protection," Rose said as she held up her diapers to show them. Making Ella blush at how blunt Rose was about her diapers. "I-i didn't know y-you wore different diapers," Ella said shyly. "Oh ya. " Rose told Ella, " three kinds, "plain hospital diapers for work because they are much easier to get while working. Regular diapers for home and sleep. And extra thick ones when I'm sick or on long trips." Ella was shocked to hear all this. "Speaking of, have you decided yet, Nikkole?" Rose asked. "Yes, you two come on over tonight, and we'll have dinner," Nikkole said with a smile. "Great!" Rose said with a smile. " "TOMOS! SLOW DOWN!" someone yelled from behind Nikkole and Ella as they turned in time to see a cart rush past Nikkole and run right into Ella! "Ella!" "TOMOS!" two mothers yelled as two kids could be heard whimpering and crying. Nikkole and Rose rushed to Ella while another woman ran to a little boy pushing the other cart. Rose was looking over Ella, who was hopping on one foot after being hit by the cart, though, thankfully, she wasn't too hurt. But her leg was bruised slightly. "You'll be okay, Ella. Just stay off the leg for an hour or 2, and you'll be good as new," Rose told Ella, who gave her a teary thank you. Then Rose went over to the little boy, who was crying even harder than Ella. "I'm so sorry. He wanted to push the cart and got a little too excited." the mother said as she held her crying son. "It's okay. Mind if I take a look real quick?" Rose asked, When the kid ran into Ella, he hit his head on the cart and would no doubt get a goose egg for it, but otherwise, he was also fine. Ella tried to put her leg down but winced in pain and tried to stay off her leg until Nikkole came over and picked her up. "Here, this will be easier," Nikkole told her as Ella was placed in the cart. As much as she didn't want to be there, she couldn't argue with Nikkole. After a few more apologies, the whole ordeal was over. Nikkole and Ella said their goodbyes to Rose as they went off to pay for their stuff and go home. They both got in line and waited for a few minutes until just one woman was in front of them. That's when a little boy walked behind the cashier and gave her a few taps. "Hey Candice, you can go on break, I'll take over." the boy told the cashier, who thanked him. "Um, excuse me a moment, but could you ring me up first?" the woman in front of Ella and Nikkole asked the cashier. "I'm sorry mam, it will just take a moment to switch over, and Jason here can take care of you." the cashier told the woman with a smile. "No, I don't want him to help me, I want you to help me." the woman told the cashier as people started to look over, wondering what was going on. "I'm sorry, miss, but is there something wrong?" Jason asked the woman. "As a matter of fact, there is. I have a problem with plenamart having children working for them, and I want to be assisted by an adult." the woman told the little boy, to the shock of everyone. "Mam, I'm a Preas. I'm 21 and working here part-time while I go to college." Jason told the woman, who rolled her eyes. "Such a waste of money." the woman commented. "Excuse me, what might your problem be with Preass?" Nikkole asked as she cut into the conversation. "My daughter is a Preas and you are being very offensive." The woman looked at Nikkole and Ella before looking into their cart and seeing the diapers inside. "I dont care what age they say they are. They are nothing more than sinful children refusing to grow up." the woman tells them. "Mam, Preas is a well-known medical disease and disability." the cashier girl tells the woman. "Such nonsense. This is what's wrong with the world. Would rather listen to nonsense and sin than follow the Lord's light. That is why he punishes brats like you." the woman said as she glared at the boy and then at Ella. Nikkole couldn't believe just what she heard. "Mam, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." the cashier told the woman with a slight glare. "I will not! You are going to help me with my transaction, or I will call your manager." the woman told the cashier. "Mam," Nikkole said as she stepped closer to the woman. "And what do you want?" the woman asked before looking at Ella and giving her a dirty look, making her very nervous. "You are currently causing a scene in public. if you do not leave, the police will be called to escort you out." Nikkole told her. "Is this some type of threat?" the woman asked Nikkole as she started getting closer to Nikkole. "Are you trying to threaten me?" "No," Nikkole said in a calm voice, pointing up, "but as a retired police officer, I would hope you take my warning and leave before the police have to review that footage of you causing a scene and getting in my face." The woman looked up and saw the camera looking right at her. Deciding she didn't want to possibly deal with cops, she left. All the while yelling religious profanities on her way out. Nikkole let out a sigh as she looked back at the little boy. "I'm so sorry about that," Nikkole told him. "It's fine, people like that all over the place," Jason replied. "Honestly, we prefer that over the people who treat us like babies. At least they voice why they don't like us." Jason let out a sigh of his own before putting on a smile. He reached under the cash register and pulled out a little step stool for a better height. "Alright, who can I help first?" Jason asked as he decided to ignore what happened and continue his job.

When Jennifer finally found the will to get up and get dressed, much thanks to her daughter (she loved saying that, especially today) begging her to come to the backyard with her. Carol had set up a tarp underneath the sprinklers and her and Hortensia had been sliding down it. So that was why she was all wet. “It sounds fun, but give me a few minutes. I need to help Mrs. Rodgers clean the kitchen. We, sort of, made a mess this afternoon.” But when she stepped inside, all the paper airplanes had already been disposed of. Only one now, the Horsetensia, sat on the kitchen table. “Your kid's little magic trick really comes in handy for clearing clutter.” Carol explained. “All I had to do was hold the bag. They all just flew right in.” “I don’t like her relying on them too much.” Miss Honey explained, although she had found the same to be very true. It made cleaning out her house, her therapist was trying to get her in the habit of referring to it as hers instead of her aunts, a tremendous amount easier. Despite their earlier altercations, Matilda had always been eager to use her powers, even if it was only to help Jennifer move some boxes or dust somewhere out of reach. “Why not? It’s bloody useful. I didn’t have to bend down once.” Carol went to the kitchen cabinet and pulled down a mug. “You want some tea? I need to tell you about today.” Jennifer poked her head out. Matilda was back outside and seemingly content. She could periodically hear the girls laughing and screaming. She smiled. It warmed her heart to see Matilda doing something that didn’t involve sitting alone in her room. A sudden thought occurred to her. “You didn’t have anything to do with them being friends, did you?” Jennifer asked out of curiosity. “Not really.” Carol said. “I did call Eve that day Matilda was sick before you did to explain she was currently in your care. I know Eve asked Hortensia not to pick on her, she does like to give the younger students a hard time, but telling Hortensia anything...” She raised her shoulders in a shrug. “We’re all just as surprised as you are.” “Why did Eve send Hortensia to Crunchem Hall if she knew her literal kidnapper was the headmistress?” This was something that made little sense to her. “Because Hortensia got herself expelled from her last school and she had no choice. I was shocked to find her there myself. When I first started, I snuck into your aunt's office while she was out to see if what you told me was true about locking kids in a cell. Heard someone screaming, opened the Chokey door, and there she was. I looked up Eve’s phone number, and let her have it. Can’t say she hasn’t kept things interesting over the years. My favorite’s still the black cat in her office.” “I don’t know where she gets these ideas from. I think half the office drawer is just things we’ve confiscated from her. Bottle rockets, smoke bombs, itching powder, fart spray.” Jennifer listed off several other things. “You can order all those things through the mail.” Carol said, waving her concerns away. Jennifer narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, but who was ordering them for her? It wasn’t Eve…” Jennifer's eyes went wide. “It was you!” “No idea what you’re talking about.” Carol said with a guilty sounding laugh. “You make it sound like I let her pick something out of a brochure as a reward if she kept giving your aunt hell.” Jennifer had a feeling that was exactly what was happening. “How is Eve?” Jennifer asked, accepting the warm mug Carol offered her as they sat at the kitchen table. “Scared.” Carol answered. “She asks if you’d be willing to keep Hortensia for a few days while this gets sorted out.” “I suppose.” She had still been secretly hoping to send her off to the neighbors, but as the sounds of delighted squeals rose from outside, she warmed to the idea. She hadn’t seen Matilda look so carefree since they had moved. It was nice to see her just being a kid. “Maybe you should take them out of town.” Carol suggested. “Go somewhere she won’t have access to news about what’s going on. Maybe you could take them camping for a few days.” “Camping?” Did she forget she was practically homeless for two years? “Yeah, you know, with a tent.” “Are there campgrounds nearby?” “That’s not camping.” Carol said with a dismissive wave. “Where was it that you went yesterday?” “The lake, well, more like a pond, but it’s such a far walk.” Although she imagined it would be easier if she wasn’t carrying a backpack of rocks. “I used to hike there quite often.” “Is it secluded? It’s more relaxing if it’s secluded.” “For the most part.” She rarely ever saw other people there or on the trail. She wasn’t even sure if it was a real trail. “But I don’t own any camping supplies.” She had mostly gotten rid of the things she had used in the hut. “Although my aunt was big into survival. I could always take a peek in the basement. I haven’t been down there much.” “Roger was an avid outdoorsman. He loved hunting. I’m sure I have plenty of things.” “Who’s Roger?” “My late husband.” Miss Honey winced. She had never talked about her husband before. “His name was Rodger? As in Rodger Rodger’s?” Jennifer asked. Carol chuckled and shook her head. “I didn’t take his last name. I already had my practice up and running when we got married.” Jennifer was thoughtful for a moment. It would be nice to go off grid for a couple days. She hadn’t wanted to leave yesterday and Carol had a point. Hortensia didn’t need to be around all this when everything was so up in the air. “So, any flashbacks since…?” “No.” Jennifer said, surprised. “But I never want to do that again.” Carol chuckled again. “No one does.” It had been one of the most awkward moments of her adult life. Worse than the time she got her bare butt frozen to the plastic outhouse seat in the winter and had to explain to her aunt why she was so late for work. She had had to take a page out of her childhood after that. If it was cold enough to see her breath, it was too cold to use the doorless outhouse. Once again, she found herself peeing in a bucket. “What kind of brainless idiot takes the outhouse door off in the middle of winter?” Her aunt had yelled so loud the neighboring classrooms could hear. “If you hadn’t locked me in the Chokey so many times, maybe I wouldn’t be afraid of small, dark spaces!” is what she had wanted to yell back, but instead she had mumbled something about the wood having been rotted, and she hadn’t gotten around to replacing it. “So, are you ready to amp up the difficulty?” Carol asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. Jennifer didn’t like that look. “You left this here.” She slid across a small bottle she recognized. “No.” Jennifer said. She had had enough ‘experiences’ today. “Did you only use it that one time?” Carol asked with a thoughtful frown. “Once was enough.” She shuddered. Carol began to cackle. “No wonder you had a bad reaction, you used enough for a whole orgy. You only needed to dab it on your finger tip.” “Well, I was so sure it wouldn’t do anything…” Jennifer could feel her face begin to burn. She hadn’t planned on using it at all, just squirted some in her hand out of curiosity. Next thing she knew, she had applied it without thinking. “Will it hurt?” She whispered. Jennifer had spent a lot of time in her youth daydreaming. She’d often dream of a distant, far off future while she polished the floors, washed the dishes, and massaged her aunt's yellow cracked feet. In her fantasies, she had a loving husband, a house, and a very large family, but she knew it would always be that. A fantasy. Something akin to dreaming of winning the lottery. But now she had a daughter, not in the way she had fantasized about, but one who made her feel more happy and fulfilled than she had dreamed of. And if she thought about it, her class, weren’t they all her children? If that part of her dream could come true, couldn’t the other one somehow? “Sex, I mean.” Jennifer mumbled. The last thing she wanted to hear was Carol going on a rant about the other thing. “It might.” Carol said. That meant yes, Jennifer thought. “It takes practice, communication, and for you, a fair amount of lubricant.” “It doesn’t matter; It’s not going to happen.” It was a dream best left buried and forgotten. “I was just curious.” “Why do you say that?” “I’m not interested. It sounds painful, and if I can’t have kids anyway, what’s the point?” “Sex isn’t just about making babies.” Jennifer shrugged. To her, it was. Her head spun around at the sound of the sliding screen door leading to the backyard opened. “Mom, c’mon.” Matilda said. She was dripping water all over the tiled kitchen floor, Jennifer noticed. “Out!” Jennifer pointed. “Come play with us!” Matilda begged. “Please.” “Go on.” Carol said. “Let’s see what they're up to.” They went out back. Carol sat on the back patio, she had the phone book and a legal pad and was copying down phone numbers. Jennifer stood watching the girls run and slide across the tarp. “Mom! Try it!” Matilda beckoned. “It’s fun!” “I’m sure it is, but I think I’ll just watch.” Jennifer said. Matilda pouted. “No! Come play with us!” Matilda pleaded. Jennifer sighed. “Okay. Okay.” She said. “One time.” She stepped into the wet grass, glad she had only dressed in shorts and a t-shirt from yesterday's hike. She stood at the edge of the tarp, about to lower herself onto it when Matilda stopped her. “No! You have to get a running start or you won’t go anywhere!” “If I do a running start I’ll slide right off. I’m too big!” Jennifer explained, but Matilda and Hortensia insisted. Well, If Hortensia could stay on, she figured. She took a few steps back, and then a few more before she charged. With a panicked yell, she shot forward, sliding on her stomach straight off the edge of the tarp and face first into the flower bed. Jennifer lifted her face out of the dirt only to be met with roars of laughter. Carol held her notepad in the air where a large 10 had been scrawled on a page. … After the car had been loaded with camping supplies, much to the girl's delight, Jennifer drove to Hortensia’s so she could pack a bag. Jennifer frowned as she stepped inside. The house looked like it had been robbed. The police had really gone through everything. All the drawers were open with their contents tossed around. Every couch cushion had been upended. Hortensia stood transfixed surveying the damage. “Matilda, go help her pack.” Jennifer urged as she bent down and fixed the couch. She tried to put the living room back together while she waited, but by the time they came back with a packed bag, Jennifer had hardly made a dent. “Hortensia! There you are!” A voice called out as they stepped out of the house. “Bloody hell not now.” Hortensia mumbled under her breath. Cynthia hurried across the street. “We had no idea where you were! Where have you been?” the large woman demanded, her enormous son clutched by the wrist. “Staying with friends.” Hortensia said. “I just came to get my stuff.” Cynthia looked to Jennifer, recognition dawning on her face. “Oh, it’s you.” Cynthia said. “Thank you for watching her.” “It’s no problem.” Jennifer said. Cynthia turned her attention back to Hortensia. “Why didn’t you go to my house? You were supposed to go there in case of an emergency!” She turned back to Jennifer. “I can take her from here.” “What? No!” Hortensia said. “Go!” Cynthia pointed towards her house. “I don’t want to stay with you!” Hortensia argued. “Your mom told me to find you and bring you back. You know how many people I’ve been calling trying to find you?” Now was the perfect chance to hand her over to the neighbor, but as Jennifer stared at the ever growing horrified look on Hortensia’s face, she couldn’t do it. Even Matilda didn’t like this woman, and if there was anyone’s judgment of people she trusted, it was her daughters. “Oh, her mom knows she’s with me. It’s okay.” Jennifer said. “We were in touch today.” “Well, I’m sure she’d feel better if her daughter was with someone she trusts.” Cynthia grabbed Hortensia by the arm and began to drag her forward. “Let me go!” A loud bang rocked the quiet street. “Isn’t that your mailbox?” Matilda asked. Cynthia looked up and dropped Hortensia’s arm in shock. Pieces of mail and wood scattered the street. “No, no, no!” Cynthia cried. She hurried forward to collect the pieces of mail that were beginning to fly down the road. “Get in the car.” Jennifer whispered. “Hurry.” It wasn’t until they pulled up to the house did Jennifer turn to Hortensia and ask, “What was that about?” “She’s always like that. I hate her.” Hortensia said with a roll of her eyes. “She probably never even made a phone call.” She turned to Matilda. “Dude, did you blow up her mailbox?” Matilda flashed her a mischievous grin. “Matilda.” Jennifer sighed and shook her head. “Well she just tried to practically kidnap her.” Matilda said. “That was weird.” Jennifer agreed. She didn’t like how the woman had tried to drag her away. They were both adults, they could have easily talked it over. “She lies all the time.” Hortensia explained. “About what?” Jennifer asked as she unlocked the front door. “She’ll make it sound like having me over is such a sacrifice, when all she really does is make me clean or watch her brat. Then she’ll tell my mom we did all these ‘fun’ things.” A manipulator, Jennifer thought. She was familiar with the type. She had seen enough red flags from their last encounter. “Don’t worry, you can stay with us for the time being. Are you alright? You look a little out of sorts?” Jennifer could see she looked pale and shaken. She had seen her face down her aunt on numerous occasions without a second thought to the consequences, but this neighbor had her nearly shaking. She supposed she couldn’t blame her given the last 24 hours. It was a good thing they’d be leaving tomorrow. Hortensia looked like she was about to crack. “Are you tired?” Hortensia nodded. “Matilda, why don’t you- ah nevermind, I’ll show you.” Jennifer ignored both girls puzzled glances and led the way upstairs. “You probably want to get out of those wet clothes. Here’s the upstairs bathroom, you can shower and get changed. Towels are under the sink.” Next she walked her down to a door a little further down the hallway. “Sorry, we’ve been using this room as storage so there’s stuff everywhere. Let me clear off the bed for you.” She opened the door to reveal a cluttered room full of boxes and an assorted array of things she hadn’t figured out if she’d toss or keep. Hortensia peeked her head in the room and looked around, a deep frown creasing her face. “Is this alright? I can always have Matilda switch with you.” Jennifer offered. “Or she can stay with me.” “What? No way!” Matilda called from down the hall. “It’s fine.” Hortensia said. “It’s just stuff. I can move it. Anything is better than Cynthia’s. She has plastic over all her furniture. She’s a germaphobe.” Jennifer scooped up all the things off the bed in two trips and threw it into the closet. “I’ll let you get settled. Come down stairs after you’ve had a chance to shower and change. We still need to go to the store and pick out some things to bring.” Hortensia nodded and stared out the window. “Does it open?” Hortensia asked. “Of course it does. Why wouldn’t a window open?” Jennifer said. She walked over to it and pried it up. “See?” Removing the lock and replacing the window had been one of her first projects she had tackled after moving in. Even with the improvements, Matilda had wanted nothing to do with this space. Jennifer looked behind her and found her daughter watching from the doorway. Jennifer put a finger to her lips. If Hortensia didn’t remember, it was for the best. She didn’t remember most of it herself. Dragging up past trauma could only hurt her more. She was going through enough right now. “Matilda, go use my shower and get ready.” She followed her into her bedroom and stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. Bits of leaves and dirt still clung to her hair from her face plant into the flower garden. She grimaced. All three of them needed showers. Once they were all clean and dressed, they piled back into the car and headed to the local grocery store. Jennifer looked down into the cart and let out a held breath. This was a terrible idea, she thought with a small smile. “No more junk food.” She announced. “You girls are going to be bouncing off the walls for days.” She shook her head. Soda, cookies, candy. She was going to regret this, but when was the last time Jennifer had an Oreo? Well, she’d be outdoors at least, not cooped up in the house with two feral children. They had everything they needed for smores, hot dogs, pancakes, snacks, and an assortment of other odds and ends. She just needed to get a bag of ice. “Ohh, can we get toys to bring? Like balls and stuff?” Matilda asked. Jennifer stared at her a moment before nodding with a smile. In the nearly nine months since they had become a family, Matilda had never once asked to go down the toy aisle. “What’s that look for?” Matilda asked. “Nothing,” Jennifer said with a grin. “It’s just nice to see you acting like a kid for once.” Matilda gave her a puzzled look. “C’mon, maybe we can find a frisbee.” Jennifer shook her head at herself as they stepped inside the house. She had let herself get carried away by their excitement. She looked over their haul and let out a silent laugh. She had gotten a frisbee…and a foam football, pool noodles, Super Soakers, and an inflatable alligator. She had never had ‘fun money’ before, and clearly she couldn’t be trusted with it. How on earth were they supposed to get all this to the lake? “I hope you're ready for a workout, you two. I can’t carry all this by myself tomorrow.” “That’s why you were carrying rocks yesterday, you were training for tomorrow!” Matilda exclaimed. “Oh, can we have a soda?” “Not the caffeinated ones! I need you two well rested and ready to go first thing in the morning. ” “Okay!” Matilda agreed. They sat in the kitchen eating Oreo’s while Hortensia animatedly told them all about the comic she was working on. Suddenly, she was on her feet sprinting up the stairs two at a time before crashing back down them, notebook in hand. “See.” Hortensia slid a page across. “Oh wow, very nice.” Jennifer said. She leafed through the crudely drawn superhero sketches until she stopped on a page that made her pause. She took in the gruesome and disfigured monster face. “What’s this?” It was much more detailed than the others. A large boil covered one corner of its face while its eyes seemed to be leaking puss and blood. Hortensia mumbled something Jennifer couldn’t quite catch, something about a dream, before taking the notebook back. “Oh, can we play Scrabble?” Matilda asked. Jennifer grinned, but shook her head. “I don’t think Hortensia wants to play Scrabble against you. Let’s play something a little more fair.” “Huh?” Hortensia looked up. “That’s fine, whatever.” “She said it’s okay!” Matilda cheered before getting up and darting into the living room cabinet. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Jennifer asked with a grin. “This is her game.” Hortensia shrugged. “It’s not about the score in Scrabble.” Hortensia said. Jennifer raised a brow. “What it was about…” was spelling offensive words during her turn, Jennifer realized almost at once when she played ‘A-R-S-E,’ ‘F-A-R-T-’ and ‘P-O-O-P’. She rolled her eyes, but held back the urge to tell her off. At least she was keeping herself amused while Matilda played words like ‘Q-U-E-T-Z-A-L-S’ for 178 points on a triple word score. “We didn’t stand a chance.” she lamented to Hortensia. “What’s the score?” Matilda asked. “Not worth repeating.” She slid the paper across the table to the girl, who eagerly snatched it up and grinned. “How about Sorry?” They were just through their third round when Jennifer noticed the time. “Bed! Both of you!” She called out. Jeez, when had it gotten so late? And she still needed to pack! “I’ll be up to tuck you in in a bit.” “You want to stay in my room with me?” Matilda asked. “No, you’ll be up giggling all night, and I’m sure Hortensia would like her space.” Jennifer said putting a stop to that idea. “Goodnight girls.” … Matilda groggily opened her eyes. Someone was in her room. She forced herself onto her elbows and peered into the darkness. “Scoot over.” Hortensia muttered as she climbed into the bed. “Huh?” Matilda mumbled as felt herself getting pushed over. She hurried over to make room. “What’s wrong? What time is it?” “Nothing. Go back to sleep.” “Then why are you in my bed?” Matilda asked. “You said you wanted me to sleep here.” Hortensia mumbled at the wall. “Why? Is there something wrong with that room? Do you have some kind of sixth sense or something? Is it haunted?” “What?” Matilda asked as she rubbed her eyes and fought back a yawn. She wasn’t making any sense. “There’s something creepy about it. I can’t put my finger on it though. What’s that feeling called when you think you’ve been somewhere before?” “Deja-Vu.” Matilda mumbled into her pillow and closed her eyes. “I know I haven’t, but I swear it feels like- Matilda didn’t hear the rest. She was back to her dream. When she next opened her eyes, the sun was barely starting to shine light through the curtains, but that wasn’t what woke her up. She turned her head towards the sound and found a shaking lump next to her. “Tens?’” Matilda mumbled, before frowning. When had she gotten in her bed? The noise increased when she called her name. Wait, was she crying? She went to prop herself up and froze. No. No. No. No. She could feel her own eyes begin to well with panicked tears. She slowly moved her hand down. She winced at the feel of moisture. It had been months since she had last wet the bed, but now she had to go and wet herself with her best friend in the bed!? Matilda sprang out from under the blanket. “Please…don’t tell anyone.” she heard a pitiful voice moan from underneath the blanket. “What? Why would I-” She felt herself and frowned. She wasn’t that wet. “Oh.” she said in stunned silence. Hortensia had… “I used to. I-it’s not a big deal.” She lied. “You’re like fricken four! I’m eleven!” Hortensia cried. “You can’t tell anyone! I’ll beat your ass if you tell anyone!” “I wouldn’t tell anyone anyway, and I’m six.” Matilda said with a scowl. “Not Miss Honey either!” Hortensia said in a panic, ignoring the bit about her age. “I need to hide the sheets somewhere-” “Ew, I’ll just wash them. Get up and throw all the wet stuff in a pile and strip the bed.” With a final choked sob, Hortensia pulled herself up and out of the wet bedding. Her pajama pants clung to her left leg. “Those too.” Hortensia grunted before slowly trudging out the door and to her bag in the other room. A few minutes later she came back with her wet clothes and threw them on the bed. Matilda had changed as well and began pulling the sheet off. “Thanks.” Hortensia mumbled, still avoiding eye contact. “I can’t believe this happened. Please don’t tell Miss Honey.” She whispered. “She won’t be mad at you.” Matilda said matter of factly. “She might tell my mom and SHE will be.” Hortensia hissed. I think your moms got bigger problems, Matilda thought to herself as she stripped the bed. “Put a new sheet on while I throw this in the laundry, they’re in the hall cupboard.” Matilda said, scooping up the soiled bed sheets and clothes. She made it halfway down the stairs before her mom’s voice stopped her. “Matilda, you’re up early.” Miss Honey said, coming from the living room. Matilda bunched the sheets into a tighter ball as if she could make them invisible through sheer power of will. She had promised not to say anything. Maybe if she just didn’t act suspicious. “Is something wrong?” “No,” Matilda said, and resumed her trek to the kitchen’s pantry where the washer and dryer were. She could see her mom bent over a drawer. If she could just make it past without her looking too hard. She took a few steps, but Miss Honey turned around. Her smile faltered and she let out an exasperated sigh. “Oh, Matilda, again?” “What? No, I didn’t.” Matilda said, and hurried towards the laundry. “Matilda, you don’t need to lie to me.” “I didn’t!” She said firmly and tossed the bedding in the washer. “I spilled something.” “Matilda, stop it, I saw your underwear.” The look of sympathy was gone from her eyes, and in its place was a stern scowl. Uh-oh, the mom stare. “I’m not upset with you for wetting the bed. I thought I’d made myself clear that I’d never be upset with you over this.” “I didn’t!” Matilda said again. Jennifer sighed. A sad look crossed her eyes. “But I am disappointed in you for lying.” Jennifer said. “I’M NOT!” Matilda yelled. Miss Honey shook her head. “Let’s not do this this morning, just drop it. I’m going to wake Hortensia up.” Matilda watched as she slowly made her way up the stairs. Ugh, why didn’t she just say she had bled on them? Some genius she was! She raced up the stairs and hoped it wasn’t too late to change her story, but stopped just outside when she heard her mom begin to talk to Hortensia. “Oh, sweetie, no you don’t have to do that, Matilda can do- Ten’s, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” “I’m not.” Hortensia croaked out, voice thick with emotion. Matilda peeked her head around the corner to find her mom gripping Hortensia’s shoulders. Hortensia looked up and spotted her. “I told you not to say anything!” Jennifer spun around and looked at Matilda questioningly. “I didn’t!” Matilda growled, fingers clenched into claws in front of her. Why was everyone upset with her this morning? “What happened? What’s going on?” Matilda mimed zipping her lips and locking it. Miss Honey looked from her to Hortensia, who was doing everything she could to avert her gaze, and then to the bed. Matilda saw a light shine in her eyes. Was it her? Jennifer mouthed. Matilda looked at Hortensia's tear streak face and sighed. “No, it was me.” Matilda said audibly and hung her head. “I’m sorry for lying.” Jennifer gave her a solemn nod. “Oh, was that all? Well, make sure you wash everything and take a shower. I’m going to make breakfast.” Jennifer said before turning to leave, but not before she gave Matilda’s arm a gentle pat on the way out. They stood quietly until they heard Miss Honey’s footsteps retreating down the stairs. “I didn’t say anything, she was already downstairs and saw me.” Matilda blurted out. She didn’t want to be on her bad side. Mostly because she was the closest friend she had, and also because Hortensia wasn’t acting herself lately. Maybe the normal Hortensia wouldn’t rearrange her face, but this new one might. “Thanks.” Hortensia said with a sniffle. “She really acted like it wasn’t a big deal. You must wet the bed a lot.” “I do not!” Matilda bristled before mumbling, “anymore.” … She owed Matilda an apology, Jennifer thought as she whisked some eggs in a bowl. She hoped Matilda understood she didn’t think it was her anymore. She tried to make it obvious without…well, making it obvious. She was smart. She’d understand. Her thoughts drifted to Hortensia. Poor kid. She didn’t look like she could take it if it was out in the open, so she had followed Matilda’s lead. She must be under a lot of stress. It was Matilda she had worried about staying in her bed, not Hortensia. She thought she was giving her a break by telling them to stay in their rooms. Jennifer looked behind her as she heard voices coming down the stairs. “Miss Honey’s really nice. I wish I had her as a teacher. She’s not like the other shit-brained adults.” Jennifer heard. “Language!” She yelled towards the hall, but she couldn’t help but smile. That was quite the compliment coming from Hortensia. She was touched. “I thought she didn’t like me.” Hortensia said in a lower voice, but it was no match for the large echoey house. Voices carried. “I don’t think any of the teachers like you.” Matilda said with a snicker. “I’ve seen your file. It’s like this big!” “No you have not.” Jennifer called out. “Yeah, it’s that giant folder you keep on your desk.” “Those are the contracts for the teachers.” Jennifer said, biting back a laugh.”Come and eat. We need to leave soon if we want to avoid hiking during the hottest part of the day.” “Have you seen it?” Hortensia asked. “Seen what?” “My file.” she said, making air quotes with her fingers. Of course Jennifer had. She had wanted to see what kind of kids Matilda was spending time with. It was indeed quite large. She could spot her file the moment the drawer opened. It was often the reason why the drawer wouldn’t close again. “I’m assuming since a certain someone is gone, certain behavioral patterns will improve?” Three fourths of that file were infractions against Miss Trunchbull. “Hmm, I’ll probably find a new victim.” Hortensia said, before seeing the look on Jennifer’s face. “I’m kidding!” She doubted it. “Hey, since you're the new boss, think I can have all my confiscated stuff back?” “Not a chance.” Jennifer said with a grin. Her aunts, and now her, bottom left desk drawer was like a shrine to Hortensia’s shenanigans. If she gave all that stuff back she’d be walking into a warzone when school started again. There were enough smoke bombs in there to evacuate the school. “Go easy on me.” She turned to Matilda. “Did you get everything squared away?” “Yes.” “I’d like to leave by the time the bedding is ready for the dryer. Hortensia, less drawing and more eating please.” Her nose was buried in her notebook as she sketched furiously with a pencil. She speared a piece of scrambled egg with her fork before shoving it on her mouth without looking up from her notebook. Close enough. Once they were all done eating, the girls each ran upstairs and put together the last of their things while Jennifer cleared the plates. While she was wiping down the table she stopped at Hortensia’s open notebook and took a peek at what she was working on. She scowled. It was that grotesque demon face again. She picked up the notebook and flipped through it. There were at least fifteen different depictions of this creature, mostly on the last few pages. It must be some kind of comic book villain, she figured before closing it. Creepy. “You girls ready?” “Yeah!” Matilda said, backpack slung over her shoulders, muzzle of the water gun sticking out behind her head. “Hortensia, you have everything?” “Yes.” “Alright, let’s get going.”

Chapter 22: Babysitter Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “WHERE ARE YOU?” Beatrice yelled across the living room. Lucy and I stared at our friend in stunned silence as she frantically looked around. Then nervously… I lifted my hand up slowly and waved. “Hey sweetie.” She said, in a much calmer voice than I was expecting, before looking all serious again, looking for what I could only assume was Beth. “Oh hey sis!” Beth called out, carrying a cup and a baby bottle as she walked out of the kitchen. “YOU!” Bea stormed over and I wasn’t sure what she was going to do at this point, it honestly looked like she was going to punch her! But instead, she wrapped her arms around her, making sure not to make Beth spill my hot chocolate. “WHY DIDN’T YOU CALL ME? WE HAVE THESE CRYSTALS FOR A REASON!” “Crystals?” I asked as Beth awkwardly shuffled over and handed me the cup, all whilst still being hugged by her sister. Nursing the cup in my hands, I took a sip but found it was still too hot. “We have these crystals, see...” Bea said, releasing my girlfriend from her grip, before pulling something out from under her blouse, something hanging from the string wrapped around her neck. “Oh! Yeah, Beth’s necklace. I’ve never seen her without it.” I replied. “For good reason! We made these when we were kids. It allows us to tell the other if we’re in trouble, if we need help, whatever. Just a few magic words and the other knows something is up.” “Oh wow… I had no idea that was the reason she loved it so much.” Beth quickly handed Lucy her baby bottle whilst her sister was occupied explaining stuff to me, which looked much cooler (temperature-wise!) than I was expecting, as there was very little condensation in it. I suppose you have to make sure babies have it at the right temperature… and if she’s treating her like a baby… yeah that makes sense. “We never take them off.” Bea turned to face her sister once again, before continuing her little rant, “And then today… you get in a fight with a freaking hunter? And you don’t tell me? I get to know much later on, when you’re home and safe. You dummy, I would have come and helped! Especially with these two little ones in danger!” Lucy blushed as she suckled at the baby bottle in her hands. And I must admit, with her referring to us like that… it definitely made me feel… things. But I won’t admit to any specifics... Not yet anyway. “Actually… I think you’ll find it was Susie that saved us.” Beth smiled over at me. “Wait… what?” Beatrice then looked at me in shock. “The hunter tranq’d Lucy and she was out like a light. And this guy has obviously had run-ins with other Witches before, as he dodged my spells like they were nothing. After kicking me back… Susie… well she went full rage mode.” “Rage mode?” “Like… you’ve seen a werewolf when they’re feral, right?” Beth asked her. “Of course. Wait… seriously?” “Oh yes. Dodging his attacks, hitting him with the force of a vampire, she kicked the everloving…” Beth looked at me and Lucy. “Poop. She kicked the everloving poop out of him.” Even now she’s treating us like we’re babies. She really can’t help it, can she? Or maybe it’s more for Lucy’s benefit… she must be terrified right now, and this whole baby thing seems to be helping her stay calm. “How did you get her to not kill him then? Because you said on the phone that he’s still alive.” Beatrice asked. “I just talked to her. It was like she was in control… but not.” “I was?” I interrupted. “I just remember blacking out and waking up exhausted with the cafe in a state.” “Teles is going to be pissed… is she okay at least?” Bea asked Beth. “Yeah. I saw her hiding at the back of the cafe. And don’t worry, I promised to help her clean up and get it all sorted.” She replied. “I’ll help too, two Witches can clean that place in no time.” “Me too. I’d like to help… if possible. She was really lovely and I feel bad for wrecking the place, even if I don’t remember doing so.” I added. “The street’s going to need more protection. Especially if a hunter got through…” Bea said. “Yup. Anyway, don’t worry, we’re safe… though I don’t think it’s safe for Lucy to go back home.” Beth said, looking at Lucy and sighing. “But…” Lucy pulled the teat of the bottle out from her mouth to complain, but was instantly silenced by the two ‘adults’. “No. You’re not going back, it’s safe to assume he knows where you live.” “But what about my stuff?” Lucy whined. “I’ll go get everything when things have calmed down a bit.” Bea suggested. “You’d do dat?” “For you? Of course, sweetpea.” Bea’s smile was so… reassuring… so… heartwarming. Like it reminded me of Beth so much, the way she’d talk down to me like that, making me feel all safe and warm and happy… “Baby? Are you okay?” Beth asked me, as if she was psychic. ‘Wait… she’s not, is she? Can Witches do that?’ I thought to myself, before realising she probably just caught me staring off into space and got concerned. “Me? Yeah. I’m okay. Just a bit… I’m still exhausted.” I replied. “You enjoy your hot chocolate, make sure to drink it before it goes cold. I need to get going, Bea… can you look after these two whilst I’m out? I shouldn’t be too long, a couple of hours at most.” Beatrice went on the offensive again. “Going? Where are you going all of a sudden? Shouldn’t we think of a plan of attack to deal with that hunter creep?” “What do you think I’m doing? I’m not letting him touch a hair on either of these two again. I’ve got a plan. I just… I need to make a few calls and meet a few people. Also… I may need you to get in touch with your… friend.” “Which one? I’ve got lots. Dave? Jim? Arachne? Red?” “Luci.” “Wha?” Lucy replied, looking up from her bottle again. “Not you, sweetie. Another Luci I know.” Bea said, before turning back to her sister. “Wait… what do you want her for?” “I need some serious spellwork. Stuff even we can’t do.” “Honestly Beth… what have you got planned?” “Oh I’ve been planning this for a long time. But then Grandma died… and I figured this was perfect timing. It gave me the push I needed. So I’m doing it.” “Doing what? You still haven’t explained!” Bea whined. “I will later. But can you call your friend? Please? I need her help.” “Fine. But I should be there just in case. She’ll probably want something in return. Good job she owes me a favour.” “You’re still going to have to tell me one day about how she owes you a favour…” Beth’s eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Maybe one day, sis. But not today. Go on then, I’ll babysit these two tykes. You get going, with whatever it is you’re planning.” Beth nodded and walked over to me, kneeling down in front of me and putting her hands on both sides of my face, pulling me closer and kissing me on the lips. Pulling back, she had the biggest smile on her face. “I’ve been waiting for that for weeks. Right, I need to go. You be good for Auntie Beatrice, okay sweetpea?” “I… sure. Okay. Be careful though… please…” I replied, squeezing her arm quickly before she stood up. “I will. I love you.” “I love you too.” I looked over at Lucy as Beth stood up, and she was just sitting there, suckling at the baby bottle in her mouth, enjoying the hot chocolate, like her whole world was in that bottle right now. It was mesmerising. She looked so… peaceful… so… happy. And by the time I managed to bring myself to look away from the adorable sight, Beth had grabbed her coat and left, and all I heard was the car pulling away from the house. “So kiddos… who wants to eat ice cream and watch movies you’re way too little for?” Beatrice said, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at us. Lucy looked just like how I must have looked the past three weeks, happily clapping her hands with the baby bottle hanging from her mouth by the teat. Padded, in her own little world, acting like a baby… I could see it now. I could see how cute this actually was. She looked so happy and adorable, and part of me felt… jealous. As if I wanted to be as happy and carefree… and as cute as her. Just, you know, without the whole ‘brainwashed into devotion’ part. Maybe… maybe this is something me and Beth could actually do. It scared me at first. And it wasn’t the best introduction… but seeing the happiness on Lucy’s face… despite everything that had just happened like an hour ago… I knew part of me wanted that. So when all this has calmed down, once Beth has finished whatever she’s doing, once we know we’re safe… maybe I’ll let her baby me a bit. “And you, sweetie?” Bea turned to me for an answer. “Please.” I replied, with a much more grown up reply. “Oh come on, you can do better than that. I know you’re struggling with all this right now, especially after the past three weeks, but give me your cutest try.” “I…” “I’m only kidding, you don’t have to. You’ve been through so much, and it must be overwhelming. Learning there’s a whole new world you didn’t know existed, learning about all this kink stuff… then being attacked by a hunter? Don’t worry about needing to take things slowly.” Now… I didn’t have to do this. But I felt like I wanted to. It was just… it wasn’t asking much, this was the perfect opportunity to dip my toes in the water so to speak. So I took a deep breath and imagined how a baby would say it… “...Fank you.” I shocked myself with how adorable that sounded, how… good it felt to speak like that. Don’t get me wrong, I like speaking like an adult, so I wouldn’t give it up anytime soon… but just letting myself go like that… “Did… did you just… oh my… you’re too freaking adorable, little Susie! I may have to steal you from my sister because of how cute you are and keep you for myself!” Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was shocked. I blushed as Lucy looked up at Beatrice. “I thought you weren’t a Mummy?” Lucy asked. “I’m not, this isn’t even my kink. But I can’t help it if my sister’s girlfriend is too freaking cute and I just want to smoosh her face and kiss her all over!” “Yeah, I even get that feeling with her sometimes. She’s adorable even when she’s pretending to be an adult!” Lucy took the bottle out of her mouth and was now speaking like her normal, adult self. “Hey! Why are you both ganging up on me?” I whined. “Because you’re too cute!” Lucy squealed. “I… am… not! Shuh up!” “Oh there it is again!” Beatrice squealed this time. “She’s just so precious!” Lucy’s smile was beaming. “My sister hit the jackpot with this little one…” Both of them hitting me with compliments from both sides… this wasn’t fair! “I’m not a baby!” “And she sounds just like you when you complain you’re not a baby!” Bea said to Lucy. It was Lucy’s turn to blush now, as Beatrice laughed and walked around to the sofa, scooching me over a bit and plopping herself down between the two of us, putting her arms around us both. “A Witch and two babies… What kind of trouble can we get in before Susie’s Mummy gets home?” ‘Mummy…? Maybe… maybe I could start calling Beth that when she gets back… that would make her happy… but… but I’ll do it because I want to. Not because some spell made me. I want to try this, I want to make my girlfriend happy, and I want… her. No messed up spell, no hunter, nothing will tear us apart. Not even Death, it seems.’ “What about the ice cream?” Lucy asked. “Ready for this, cuties?” Bea said, smiling at Lucy before turning her head and smiling at me. We both nodded at her, so she waved her hands a bit and out of nowhere, as if by… well, I guess it was actually magic this time… a tub of strawberry ice cream appeared, with three spoons buried in the top of it, sticking out. “Oh heck yes!” Lucy cried out in excitement. “F… fank you… A… Aun… Beatrice.” I mumbled. I couldn’t call her that. Not yet. Needed time. Mummy first, then Auntie. “You’re very welcome. Your Mummy is going to go crazy at me, but I think after the day you two have had, you deserve it.” I grabbed a spoon and dug into the tub, pulling out a big chunk of ice cream and taking a tiny bite of it. Beatrice lifted her legs so they were stuck out horizontally, then waved her wrist. Suddenly the footrest thingy… the pouffe or whatever it’s called (Hey, I didn’t buy it, Beth did, and she called it that silly name. I just call it a footrest.), flew across the living room floor and stopped right under her ankles. “So… any recommendations for cartoons?” Bea asked as she got comfortable and snuggled up between the two of us as we ate this magically conjured ice cream. ======================================================== 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! 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I think the way its dealt with when we're growing up affects us for the rest of our lives. At least that was the case for me. I had two brothers who were overage bedwetters too and also a sister who was. My sister's bedwetting was dealt with entirely differently. It was dealt with quietly and essentially secretly. But my father wouldn't let us boys wear diapers after about 8 or 9 because he thought it encouraged our bedwetting. We had to deal with wet pjs and sheets and a lot of criticism like "When are you ever going to grow up?" And spankings too although the intent was more to instill shame and embarassment than anything else. Funny how these things carry through into our fetishes in our adult lives right?

I’m really glad everyone is enjoying it and thanks for all of the feedback which I love to hear. Chapter 17 is live on my Patreon with Chapter 18 due imminently. I’ll be posting the next chapter on here in the next week or so.

Hi i'm Candi im new to roleplaying and looking forward to it. i have a few ideas see below and let me know what you think. 1- we are work colleagues one night you've asked me to finish a few tasks before i leave for the night i find evidence that you've stole from the company and decide to use it my advantage by slowly making changes i keep my identity secret to begin with. 2- your 18 and until now its just been you and your dad, i then start dating your father and when i move in i start changing things. I decide the best way for us to bond is to regress you gradually 3- I've always wanted a little girl to look after but after giving up hope of actually having a baby of my own I decide to find someone to make my baby girl or if you have any ideas you want to try let me know and we can talk over details

Good morning!! So, I need some advice. I have been wearing diapers for close to a year now. My husband has asked me to go 24/7 as much as I can. I’m a teacher so I wear pull ups to school and change as soon as I get home. I have really been enjoying the new NS Airlock. I can come home, put on a 6 hour one and change into my Megamax before bed and it’s been perfect. Living in the Deep South, the cloth back has been nice. But what I love most is the landing zone. I have never found a diaper without one that I like. They always fall down and the second chance tape ones have been a failure too. Are there any smaller capacity plastic backed diapers that have a landing zone too? I like the smaller capacity ones to use for around 6 hours or so since I wear a Megamax for nighttime use. I like to be as discreet as possible when out and about. Also, don’t judge - but….. I have a pretty nosy family. If my love for diapers was ever discovered, I want to have a story. Lol. What issues could I potentially have that doesn’t respond to meds or therapy? Again, don’t judge. I just want to have something to shut down the conversation. And no, “I love diapers” isn’t one of them. 🙂 Ya’ll have a great day!!

Yeah, and if you ask me that wasn't very helpful of your father to shame you like that. If anything that made the bedwetting worst. I can't stand fathers like that. They make my blood boil.😒🙄😤😡🌡️♨️

Ewwww!!! That is both horrifying and mildly arousing. ARGH! I hate it when that happens. Like: How can I find that NASTY and yet erotic?!?!?!

I can't wait. I did notice it moving away from the psyc ward, but I wasn't sure how far it would go. This definitely has been an interesting read. I am sure it's going to be one of those stories that makes me sad or even cry when it's finished lol.

Looks sharp! Very nice! You put in a lot of hard work and it looks better than new! You seem very proud of it and you should be. It's an awesome redesign. Next project...upcycled ABDL nursery? Jk jk! But if you ever do one of those, please share pics too!

"your dad tried to tell you last night before you rushed out, he's very proud of you and talks about you all the time" she says happily. "I don't want to replace your mum, I know I could never do that. I hope we can be friends though" When Bella comes back down and starts doing her school work. Ginny comes into the lounge. "you really are a talented guitarist that was lovely. I am a teacher would you like some help with your school work" she says she then puts a glass of juice and a plate of cookies on the coffee table. "these are for you"

Lol I reread it too. I reread 20, 21 and 23 and I still don't see it all yet lol.

Okay, I reread 23, and just don't see it. But then, you have an irritating habit of planting these seeds in what look like casual remarks! Just kidding. It will be fun to see what it is that is lurking in the weeds.

Uh can't wait

It is called Dstash. It can be kinda buggy, but works good enough.

Things get easier as you find the right person who is awesome in all the right ways and excepts you for you. Just be patient there's so many people out there date them all don't get attached and when you're not expecting it one will want you as much as you want them and there won't be anything you'd want to change

These were very good chapters. It’s hard to read about how some people can treat their children and this is only a story. By far the hardest cases I have had to work involved child abuse and neglect. That kind of thing causes the blood to boil and the stomach to turn. I look forward to reading about better times for Ella and Nikkole.

Hello all, I use a diaper bag myself. It's a baby's diaper bag, but the shape makes it pass off as a laptop or messenger bag. I have enough supplies for two diaper changes and some other odds and ends. It's kind of heavy, but it's got me covered for just about anything for a outing.

Yeah. Parents aren’t always the best at expressing frustrations. Dad was a very rigid man, which could be good sometimes, but not always, and he manufactured stress. “Real boys don’t wet the bed.” Well, how was that to be interpreted? Some boys do wet the bed, and not by choice. And is it then okay if girls wet the bed? Actually, I think bedwetting is more common in males. And vanishingly few do so on purpose. As those on this site who are trying to become real bedwetters know, it’s apparent that it’s not the easiest thing to develop. Like I said, I’m not sure how my bedwetting transformed from something I couldn’t stop into something I liked because it got me the diapers I was starting to crave. Along the way I’m sure I rebelled at my father’s belittling by doing things to make my bedwetting worse. Then it got fun, so it all worked out for the best in a weird sort of way.

Oooooooo this is an interesting direction! We've done the origin story. Had our fun. Now our young protagonist has to deal with the practical side of crime-fighting. -how does one actually find crime to fight? -and more importantly, how does one pay the bills whilst doing so? At least that second problem is easily solvable for our smelly little damsel in not-quite-distress. 😅

At this point is Nicole herself like is she the same height and weight? She is changing into a baby girl completely. Does that mean that Vanessa will have to start feeding her her baba and now that she can't drink coffee will she start to breastfeed Nicole?

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

This chapter really came fast. What a pleasant surprise. I kind of forgot that Nicole still had a few things she could loose. Her ability to stand, walk or feed herself. Now thinking about a baby growing up in reverse, she could loose the ability to consume anything other than milk and the ability to even lift her head off the mattress. It could get so bad she will probably loose the ability to communicate in any way other than crying. I still think her best bet is to get out of that place. It might be to late for that to even help anymore. I am looking forward to the next chapter.

I'll have to remember that one!

Dump half the bottle down the front of your diaper and then hump a pillow 😎👍🥄

How much oil do you get from the average baby?

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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Thank you for your detailed information of Vasopressin definition, that is what I asked for, to understand my own special experiences at night. In my case I don't want to be a bedwetter, but it help me to understand how this all work together, and I think, to everyone here, who wants to be a bedwetter it is a really good advice! As I am on the way to archive now an overactive bladder, I can tell you from my daytime experience, I've gone out for a walk with my dog, and I forgot my diaper, but I was in the forest behind our street and can let it go anywhere I want, when I want: After half an hour I got a slide urge, and I said: no, wait. It developed in 10 minutes to on nearly overflowing urge, where I had to urinate as fast as I can! You asked other people about the amount of urination, I can tell you, that because I have measured before and now. For the next things I write - I hope I don't tell things that other people scares. I am German, and we use to have half a liter beer glasses! Sometimes I peed in them (I know the chemicals in the dishwasher will do their thing), and I had to stop, because I have had to pee much more than the size of the glas, when I have a strong urge. Now, it is filled up half or a third, by the same urge! I couldn't be happier, I modified my body to the way I want to be, as far as possible at the moment. I have to use toilet very often, and after this I get a big wet spot in my underwear from post void dribbling, if I wear short pants two to three dribbles run down my legs, this is the moment when I am so really happy that I have changed so much through my training over 5 years! When I go to the city, I am really diaper dependent! Do you want to go to the toilet every 20 or 40 minutes. No! Not really! Now, I am no longer a diaper lover, I am really diaper dependent. I hope all of you will get what you want, and will be so happy as I am, then! *love*

Chapter 20: Interruption Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Earth to Suze…” Lucy said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Oh… sorry… I was in my own little world then, wasn’t I?” I laughed awkwardly and blushed, looking down to see that a chocolate milkshake had just magically appeared in front of me. “Wha… how…?” “She came over and handed it to you. You were too far in your own thoughts to even notice her.” “Oh! I’m sorry!” I quickly turned around and apologised to Teles, who smiled warmly at me and nodded her head. “Are you okay? What’s on your mind?” Beth asked, putting her hand on mine. “I… I’m sorry.” I sighed. “For what?” “For my reaction.” “Oh sweetie… you don’t have to apologise for that. I told you, I’m the one to blame for keeping things from you, for messing up the spell…” Beth’s face looked guilty, which in turn made me feel more guilty as she shouldn’t have to feel that way. “Which you wouldn’t have needed to have cast if I hadn’t reacted so badly that night!” I whined. “But it was understandable. That guy told you my two biggest secrets, and it shook your world.” “Biggest? So you have more?” “Only minor ones. Like… I don’t like that Dorothy movie you like so much.” Beth said, looking away from me, guiltily. “WAIT! WHAT?” I cried out, half laughing. “Sorry… it’s just… I mean… I’m a Witch. It wasn’t exactly the best portrayal of us…” She laughed. “Hmph. Fine. Understandable. What else? Next you’re going to tell me that you don’t like my cooking…” “I… umm…” Beth looked really guilty again all of a sudden. “No… please… not this… that’s the ultimate betrayal…” “You’re great at so much, sweetheart… we can’t all be good at everything…” I looked to Lucy for support, but she wore the same awkward expression on her face. “No… not you too?” “Why do you think I ordered pizza so much? Your cooking is terrible, sorry babe.” Lucy laughed. “Fine. You're cooking from now on!” I pouted, pointing at Beth. “If that’s what the princess wants…” Beth laughed. “It is! Because I am a goddamn princess!” “See, Beth? Exactly why I introduced her to you in the first place. Complete brat when she doesn’t get her way…” Lucy commented, grinning at me. “And a perfect little angel when she does…” Beth giggled. It felt like both of them were teaming up on me at this point, which is highly unfair. “So why don’t…” A loud crash filled the cafe as the glass on the front door shattered. I looked to my left, where I heard the smash come from, to see a small, round, metal ball on the ground, surrounded by shards of glass. Intricate designs surrounded the ball’s surface, but what was most noticeable were the holes at various locations, in little groups of 9 small holes or so. Evenly spaced around the whole ball… they almost looked like some kind of… Suddenly the mechanism inside the ball stirred to life as the holes started emitting some white smoke, billowing out, forming a pool of whatever cloudy substance this was around it. Within a few more seconds, the pool had doubled in diameter, but also quadrupled in height. “Shit… he’s here…” Lucy said. “Who’s here?” Beth replied. “A hunter.” “You mean…” I began to say. “Yes! He’s found me. FUCK! I need to get…” Heavy footsteps landed on the glass with a loud crunch, and from the smoke appeared a large man… a large rough-looking man. Taller than most, with a build only seen by those who frequented a gym… with his brown trench coat encircling his thick, leather biker boots… I looked up to see a well-matched grisled expression, with a thick beard covering his wrinkled, scarred face. And to top it all off, he wore some weird fucking hat on the top of his head. He looked like a right idiot, honestly. Before any of us could react, the strange man, this… hunter… lifted his arm up, and in his leather-gripped mitt, was a small crossbow. I knew what a crossbow was, I had seen the old fantasy movies, I had read the stories. I knew a bit about basic English history. But I never knew crossbows could be that small… And he fired. He fired a small dart that flew past Beth, then past my face, heading directly for Lucy. I turned to see if it hit Lucy, only to find a giant fucking needle (or a very small crossbow bolt, depending on how you look at it), sticking out of Lucy’s chest. Problem was, this wasn’t where her heart was. Even if my knowledge of vampires isn’t as accurate as I may once thought… pretty sure stabbing through the heart would be the way to off a vampire. But he missed, aiming more for her shoulder-area. And this small bolt was way too small to do any serious damage. “Lucy?” Beth asked, panicking. Lucy looked like she had the mother of all hangovers right now. Her face dropped, her body slowly rocking in a spiral, her expression completely devoid of life. “What’s wrong with her?” I asked Beth. “She’s been drugged.” “Drugged?” “Stand aside… before I end you both for conspiring with an agent of the Dark Lord.” The man growled at us in a deep voice. “Do you have any idea where you are?” Beth said, standing up, quickly signalling for me to stay sat where I was. “MOVE ASIDE, HERETIC. I AM JUST HERE FOR THE SPAWN OF SATAN. SHE WILL LEAD ME TO HER NEST.” The hunter continued, sounding like a cheesy fantasy movie knight. “Nest? HA!” I laughed. “She’s way too shy for a nest.” I looked over at Beth, who was chanting something quietly, something I couldn’t quite make out. Either that or it was all gibberish. Rotating her hand behind her back, a spark appeared, before it quickly grew into a small ball of fire. ‘She… she actually did that… with her freaking mind…’ “You have one last chance to leave. Otherwise…” Beth warned, stepping closer to the mysterious hunter, who quickly switched his sight to Beth, aiming his small crossbow accordingly. “Otherwise, what…? What are you, some kind of spawn of Satan too? A half-breed? A Witch?” “Oh you got that right.” Beth grinned, pulling her arm from behind her back, spinning in place so the bolt the hunter fired narrowly missed her head, before lunging the hand with the fireball in it towards the asshole who had just tried to shoot her. Problem was, the hunter was prepared. He, too, dodged the intended projectile, and with his heavy boot, kicked Beth in the chest with a weighty punt. Beth went flying back, into the bay window, as the hunter prepared his little crossbow again. Now… I still have no recollection of what transpired after this point in time. I saw Lucy unconscious and Beth clutching her chest in pain, and… I saw red. And that’s when it all went blank. All I remember is coming to my senses, my hands bloody and my clothes scuffed up, as Beth knelt down beside me, stroking my hair. “Baby? Baby? Are you there? Are you okay?” She asked as I looked up, still trying to piece together where I was… and who I was. “What… what happened?” I asked. “Come on, we have to go… now…” “Huh?” “I’ll explain when we get home, stay close to me, I’ve got Lucy.” “Oh… okay…” I said, climbing slowly to my feet, pain radiating from my chest area, with no idea what had caused it. Beth put her arms under a still-unconscious Lucy, lifting her up into the air and walking over the remains of a cafe table… or what was left of it anyway. I quickly clutched onto the back of Beth’s top, holding on for dear life as she steered me out of the cafe. And looking back… I only got a glimpse… but at that moment, I wondered what had caused so much destruction to the place. “Come on… we just need to get to the car…” Beth said, running as fast as she could down the street with Lucy in her arms and me being dragged along behind her, trying my best to keep up. We turned a corner to see her little car just sitting there, on its own, by the side of the street. “Get in, sweetie. Unlock it for us, please. Grab the keys from my bag.” Beth ordered as she rushed over to the back seats. I reached inside her bag, and within seconds, found her keys, before rushing over to the driver’s side door and unlocking it for us. “Good girl. Now get in…” She said as she awkwardly opened the back door and lay Lucy down gently, before closing the door and getting into the driver’s side seat. Whilst she was doing this, I ran back around the car and got in the passenger seat, fastening my seatbelt and trying my best to be calm for her, as this was the first time back in a car after… you know. I couldn’t afford to panic, not with all this shit that is currently happening to us. I can panic when I get home. For now… we just needed to get home. Starting the car frantically, Beth pulled out into the road and sped off away from the cafe we had just ran away from. “What… what happened?” I asked as we drove down the streets of the city, heading towards… home. Our home. “Do you not remember?” Beth asked, concerned, whilst keeping her focus on the road. “No… I just remember he kicked you…” “Yeah he did, then you went all zombie on him…” “I… did? What do you mean by ‘all zombie’?” I asked, confused. “You were like a feral beast. You started attacking him, getting a few good hits in. He really wasn’t prepared for a zombie girl to be there, he was mostly just ready for a vampire. I was surprised he even saw my spell coming, but that just means he’s clearly experienced. But yes, anyway, you knocked him on his arse, he got a few good hits on you, the cafe got a bit wrecked in this fight, and then… you threw the table at him. Like a full on, over your head, throw. I had managed to recover a bit after getting kicked in the chest, and I hit him with a spell or two as he was about to shoot you with his stupid little crossbow. After that, he knew he wasn’t prepared, so he fled. That’s when you calmed down and came to your senses… I had heard of zombies doing this. It’s probably where the depiction in the movies came from. Though you were a lot less shambling, and a lot more rabid.” “I… did that?” “You did, and thank you. For saving us.” “I… saved… you?” “And I saved you. That’s what we do. We protect each other.” “I…” I felt exhausted and still a bit dizzy and out of it, so I laid my head on Beth’s shoulder as she drove us closer and closer to home. “Wakey wakey, baby…” I opened my eyes to see Beth standing outside the car, on my side, with the door wide open. “Oh… I… did I fall asleep?” I asked, groggily. “You looked so peaceful, so I let you sleep. No doubt your little rage thing exhausted you.” “Where…?” “Is Lucy? I carried her inside. Put her in… that room.” “The… nursery?” “Yeah. Sorry, didn’t wanna call it that… wasn’t sure you…” “It’s okay. Just… is she okay?” “She’s resting. The effects of whatever he drugged her with should wear off soon. He wasn’t trying to poison her, he was just trying to capture her to get her to talk.” “About what?” “Probably other vampires. Then once he’d made her talk, he’d kill her. I’m just glad we were there when he attacked.” “Me too. Oh… I should get out of the car… haha…” I laughed awkwardly, undoing my seatbelt as Beth held out her hand. “Are you sure you’re okay to come in? I can drop you off somewhere if you’re still not ready? I just think… this is the safest place right now, especially with that hunter still out there…” “I’m okay. Promise.” I smiled up at her. “Okay then. Well take my hand, we’ll get you snuggled up on the sofa with some hot chocolate whilst we wait for Lucy to wake up. Do… do you…” Beth said, looking all awkward again. “Do I what?” “I… umm…” “Just ask.” I sighed. “Do you need a change?” “I…” I looked down and saw a little wet spot on the skirt I had borrowed from Lucy. “I think so.” “Come on, I’ll show you where the supplies are so you can change yourself.” And as I took her hand and she helped me out of the car, I had an idea and a small burst of courage to suggest what had popped into my mind. Shutting the car door behind me, I looked up into her eyes and smiled awkwardly. “How… how about you change me?” ======================================================== 🧟‍♀️ 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. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

Good example of why it's a love/hate (at least for me) with these stories. I love the embarrassment factor of it, to a point, but then end up sympathizing with the diapered character and hate what's happening to them. Ugh! Great story, nonetheless.

Chapter 19: Lunch Date Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “She was your… Mummy? So she knows all about… that stuff?” I asked Lucy, surprised and confused by this as we stood outside the open cafe door. I was confused because… well… Lucy just didn’t date. Period. Like I knew she was interested in girls, it’s probably why we bonded so easily to begin with, as we had that in common, but ever since I met her… I’ve never once heard about her going on a date. But then why am I surprised about this? Until a couple of days ago I didn’t even know she was a freakin’ vampire! “...Yeah. Though it didn’t last long. She was controlling and manipulative. And as you can see… good at making you feel bad about literally everything. She’s like this with everyone, so she’s been kinda excommunicated from the community.” Lucy replied, shrugging her shoulders. “There’s a community? I didn’t even realise…” “It’s not that big. And it’s not very organised. There’s probably loads of us spread across the country, but there’s no way to communicate. So I only know of our small community in this city.” “Wait… sorry, I have to ask… when…?” “When did I date her? I was wondering if you were gonna ask that… It was well before we met. Decades ago.” “Oh shit… did she…” I then performed a crude impression of a vampire’s fangs with my fingers, which I instantly regretted. Thankfully, Lucy just laughed at it. “Did she turn me into a vampire? Oh god no, thankfully, otherwise that’d be another thing she’d lord over me. No, I happened to bump into her when I went to my… supplier… and we got talking. She did however… well she got me into all this stuff actually.” “So she turned you into a little, but not a vampire?” “At first I just wanted to make her happy. Shoot me, the shy, anxious people pleaser wants to make her dominant girlfriend happy… but yeah, I tried it. Loved it instantly. Thankfully, we didn’t work out, but I kept the kink all the same, she didn’t taint it for me at least. Though she’s been like this with me ever since.” “Ugh I’m sorry. I’d like to say something like ‘ex’s are the worst’... but I can’t even do that. All my previous girlfriends are still friends of mine.” “You’re lucky. I’ve only dated two people in my long, long life… and both betrayed me.” “How so?” “One made me the girl I am today. One made me the little I am today.” “Oh so… it wasn’t her, it was another girl?” “That’s a story for another time. Anyway, we’re blocking the entrance so get that padded butt in there and find a seat.” Lucy said, slightly swatting my butt. The padding I was wearing cushioned the impact, and it just felt… nice? Weirdly nice… “Eeek! Sorry! I’m going!” I replied, shuffling into the cafe and finding a table in the corner by the window, before sitting down. Lucy sat down next to me and took a menu, handing it to me. “Get whatever you like, I’m paying. You deserve it after the past few weeks.” She offered, smiling at me. “Aren’t you getting something?” “This is one of the few places I feel safe, and less anxious… so of course I’m gonna be here a lot…” “Huh?” I asked, confused by what she was getting at. “I know the menu.” She said, sticking her tongue out. “I even have a usual. In fact… they’re already preparing it…” Lucy waved over to the woman behind the counter, who stopped what she was doing and waved back. “I’m… not very hungry though.” I… lied. I was starving at this point, but I also felt guilty at the fact she was going to pay for whatever I ordered. “Then just get a drink. Ooooh their strawberry milkshakes are to die for…” There was an awkward silence that filled the air as soon as she said that. I could see her trying her best to keep her smirk in. “Did you just…” “Hey, I don’t get to hang out with other undead people!” “But you’re not…” “Of course vampires count as undead. Just… a different kind. Don’t think you’ve got a monopoly on the whole ‘Death’ thing…” She laughed. “Plus I’ve known you for years, but this is the first time I’m spending time with you out where you actually know not only what I am, but kinda what I’m going through. So excuse me if I’m a bit giddy.” “Okay… you’re excused.” I smiled. “Thank you, Princess Susie, O’ benevolent ruler and Goddess…” She teased. “If you keep this up, I’ll have you worshipping at my feet…” I grinned. “Is that a threat, or a promise?” She grinned back, winking. There was no… romantic connection between us. I could feel the lack of it as we joked and talked, but getting to be this… kinky? This… open? Around Lucy… it was… …Fun. “We’ll see when we get back to yours.” Just as Lucy was about to no doubt come back with some witty reply, the door opened. There she was. In all her beauty. Elizabeth. Wearing a cute, baggy white blouse and pale blue denim jeans, along with some strappy sandals and her red hair pinned back into a large ponytail with sunglasses on top of her head. But I knew this wasn’t a spell. I knew the ‘devotion’ thing, or whatever it was, was gone. Because whilst I felt a yearning to be cuddled up against her chest right now, desperately wanting for her to cuddle me and stroke my hair, to tell me everything is going to be okay… I still felt that awkward distance between us, the little voice in my head telling me to be careful… at least for now. “Hey Lucy… Hey… Suze…” Beth said, tucking a loose strand of her gorgeous red hair behind her ear, like she always does when she’s nervous. “Hey…” Lucy replied, trying to sound very unimpressed, probably for my benefit. “H… hi…” I said, hiding most of my face from behind the menu I was still holding. “Can… Can I sit?” Beth asked, pointing to the only chair left at our table. I nodded, with only the top of my head visible to her at this point, as I was too scared to pull it down and show my true feelings right now. “Thanks.” She said as she waved to the person at the counter. It seemed both Lucy and Beth knew the person who owned this cafe, or at least whoever worked here today. The woman nodded and walked over, pulling out a little notepad and a pencil out of her apron. “Hey ladies… what can I get for you?” The woman asked. “You already know mine.” Lucy grinned up at her. “I know, I know. But I gotta ask.” The woman laughed. Looking up at her, she looked like she was in her… early twenties? But if this was some kind of supernatural cafe… she probably isn’t human. And from what I’ve learnt these past couple of days… is that appearances around here mean nothing. She could be a thousand years old for all I know, so I kept my judgments and thoughts to myself as she smiled down at me. Her beautiful long blonde hair was pinned up into some kind of messy bun, her dazzling blue eyes making me want to stare into them for the rest of my life. “Careful…” Lucy warned me, pulling my arm, and my gaze, away from this mysterious cafe worker. “Why?” I whispered. “She’s a siren.” “As in… as in the Greek myth…?” “Yup. It’s not just her voice that makes you fall in love with her.” “Oh…” “I’ll have a coffee, please, Teles.” Beth said to the woman, nonchalantly. “One coffee, one piece of strawberry cake and a strawberry milkshake… and what is it for this lovely young lady who I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting before…” The woman smiled down at me, making my insides feel like jelly. “H… hi…” I replied with all the awkwardness of a thirteen year old girl with a crush. “Hi there, cupcake! What’s your name? I’ve never seen you here before, and I never forget a pretty face…” “That’s my girlfriend, Susie.” Beth interrupted, answering for me. ‘Am I though? I… guess I still am. We never actually broke up or anything. We’re just… having some difficulties I guess.’ I thought to myself as the Siren, Teles… or whatever her name was, turned to Beth, surprised. “But I thought you were dating a hu… oh.” I think she figured it out. “I’m not human. Not anymore…” I sighed. “Bethany Lazarus!” Teles’ voice got deeper, more… judgey… A huge contrast to the friendly bundle of joy just a minute ago. “You know that’s not my name. You always call me that to annoy me.” Beth replied, rolling her eyes. “What did you do to this poor girl?” Teles asked, crossing her arms across her apron. “I died.” I said, speaking up for myself. “You… wait so…” Teles started pointing her finger back and forth between Beth and I, figuring out what she had done. “But I thought your family didn’t…” “I couldn’t lose her! Okay?” Beth looked up at me and smiled, weakly. “So this little cutie is undead now? Oh you poor little darling!” Teles put her little notepad and pencil down on the table and bent down, giving me a huge hug. I wasn’t going to complain. Especially not since I was nestled in between her boobs, with her warmth radiating from her, and her heavenly smell doing all sorts of things to my brain right now… “Well your order is on the house. Get whatever you like, darling.” Teles said to me, releasing me from a grip I didn’t want releasing from, and standing up, grabbing her notepad again. “Can… I just get a milkshake? And maybe… maybe a sandwich?” Now that it wasn’t costing Lucy anything, and this Teles was offering something for free… maybe… maybe I could eat something… “Of course you can, sweetie! What flavour? And what kind of sandwich?” “Chocolate, please? And umm… chicken?” “One chocolate milkshake and a chicken sandwich, coming right up. Oh and if either of these two useless girls haven’t said it already, welcome to our world.” She winked, before heading off towards the counter. “She was… nice.” I commented, once Teles was out of earshot, still in a bit of a haze from her hypnotising affection. “So is she…” “Is she what?” Beth asked in a way that clearly showed she was not impressed by Teles’ show of affection or the fact she was just being judged by her. “Into… you know…” “Oh, the cute pet names she uses? That’s just a thing she does.” Lucy replied, smiling. “She has no idea about our kink.” “Ah… okay.” “So… how are you?” Beth asked me, changing the subject and bringing me back to reality. “I… I’m ok. All things considered. Including the fact that I’m dead…” I made sure to put a lot of emphasis on that last word. “Undead.” Lucy interrupted, correcting me. “Not helping…” I growled. Lucy then quickly sat back in her chair. “I’m… I’m sorry, baby… I mean… Susie. I really didn’t want to introduce you to all this this way.” “How… how are you?” I asked Beth, trying to move the conversation a bit more as this was getting awkward again. “Hahaha… yeah…” Beth laughed awkwardly, looking around at various random parts of the cafe. “What’s up?” “I’m going to be honest with you Suze… I’ve been an emotional wreck.” Beth sighed. Part of me felt… guilty. Because me leaving like that probably caused her to feel that way. “How so?” I asked. “I missed you, dummy! We’ve barely spent any time apart since we got together, and after everything that happened… after you died… I really needed you. The real you. Not the baby version.” “So you didn’t want me regressed like that? Obedient?” “No! I brought you back from the dead because I missed you, and because I love you! And then when I brought you back and you were like… that… I felt alone still. Even though you were with me again, it still felt like you were gone, instead replaced by an obedient little doll, by someone different. So I was still grieving.” “I… I’m sorry.” I hadn’t even thought about her grief over losing me that night. Or the fact she hadn’t actually gotten ‘me’ back afterwards. “No, none of that. You have no reason to say that word. I’m the one who is sorry. I messed up the spell. I just hope you can forgive me. I promise you, I never meant to mess it up, I never wanted you to be that obedient or whatever. I promise I tried my best to fix it after I realised what had happened.” “But… you wanted me to be your baby, right? If the accident didn’t happen… if the guy didn’t show up that night…” “Maybe. Someday. I don’t know. If you weren’t into it, I could deal with that. That’s why I was planning on introducing you into my world first, about me being a Witch an all that. Then eventually… maybe I’d come out to you about the baby stuff.” “Be honest. You wanted me to be your baby.” “...Yes. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t daydream about you sitting on my lap, looking all adorable like you did the past few weeks. Just… with your normal self there, enjoying it. Not being forced to do it because the messed up spell wanted you to make me happy.” So she did want me to be like Lucy for her. But not under some form of fucked up mind control spell thing. And thinking back… all that time she was ‘working’... she was busy with her books. No doubt those books were magical spell books or whatever, and she was trying to fix me. So she wasn’t lying about that either, she really was trying to fix me. In the end it took Death themself to come and fix this fucked up spell. In the moment… she thought she lost me. So of course she’s going to try whatever she can do to bring me back, given that she has the power to do so in her blood, as a Witch. Or at least I assume it’s a blood thing, otherwise there’d be Witches everywhere. But then she just didn’t have any actual experience of bringing things, especially people, back to life. It seems to be a family thing of hers that stopped in the previous generation, at least that’s what I’ve pieced together from what I’ve heard the past couple of days. So of course she’s going to mess up… I knew I couldn’t blame her for what happened. She was just trying to bring me back. And honestly… I felt bad for then trying to pin the reason for my anger onto her keeping secrets. Especially when it turns out all my friends have been keeping secrets from me. Beatrice and Lucy are also both part of this ‘world’, and neither told me. I guess if I was in their situation… I’d do the same. You can’t just go around blabbing to anyone that you’re a freakin’ vampire or a Witch or a siren. It’s the same with me and being gay. This world is hostile to us, full of people who hate people like us… you have to be careful who you come out to. And as I sat there, with the noises of cooking in the background along with the people in the back talking, I started to process all this finally. The anger and frustration I held just a couple of days ago just… vanished. Replaced instead by a pit in my chest, one of guilt and longing. This wasn’t a sudden thing. Talking to Lucy… talking to Beth… coming to terms that there was a whole secret world the people in my life were part of that I didn’t know… it all helped get me to this point. I still had a lot of work to go. It still felt… weird. And no doubt Beth and I will have some work to put into our relationship, especially that conversation I’m dreading where she properly tells me about her kinks… but I knew, deep in my heart, that I was ready now. And I was sure about all this. I’ve forgiven her for what she did. If I was in her shoes… I’d have done the same probably. And most importantly… I still love her. “Earth to Suze…” ======================================================== 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. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks!

This week’s awesome breakthrough in nappy engineering came about as I toyed with the concept of the mediocre experience whilst getting ready for round #2 with “Satan’s Lawnmower”. Somewhere along my life’s line I’d picked up a freebie bag of Lille SupremForm “shaped pads” (“Super Plus” thickness no less!) These are large, waterproof backed pads. Things that never quite made the evolutionary leap into full blown adult nappies, lacking as they do, wings and tapes. The idea seems to be that you just stuff them down your pants (or perhaps Uncle Albert’s pants) and hope for the best. Despite being pads, they had a moderately large form factor (700 x 360mm, or, if you live in a country that can’t cope with metric measurements, about the area of a road-killed squirrel). Commensurately, they also claimed a large (for a pad) storage volume (2750ml or, if you live in a country that can’t cope with metric measurements: about the fluidic volume of FOUR squirrels prior to being road-killed, such is the liquid capture and conserve capability of SAP). On initially salvaging them from disposal, I’d had the vague idea that I’d perforate their waterproof backing and have an awesome booster pad but things just didn’t work out that way. Firstly, their large size meant that unlike a booster pad, they tended to bridge over any leak guards in the host disposable nappy with predictable results and secondly, the waterproof backing had achieved the medical adult nappy holy grail of uselessness; simultaneously hopelessly saggy and stretchy, slightly moisture-permeable and to complete the trifecta, yet still strong enough to mean that “perforation” meant “evisceration” with associated fluffy escapes. I didn’t really know what to do with them after learning all this but it seemed a shame just to throw them out. I reverted to my time-honoured strategy of stuffing them up the back of my nappy cupboard with a vague insight that I’d end up throwing them out anyway, but some weeks, months or years down the track. Cue my brilliant idea. I’d spent the day in a cloth nappy and it was time for my evening shower and change however I rested upon the horns of a nappy dilemma. It was (in my opinion anyway) too soon to change into the kind of cloth nappy capacious enough to cruise through until the next morning. This would have to be something like a a pinned 60” x 60” terry and plastic pant job which would leave me looking like a sweaty Baby Huey in the kitchen as I waddled about cooking dinner. It was also unlikely that I’d fully exploit any lighter, fresh cloth nappy before my bedtime change as it was quite warm and I wasn’t peeing that much. Lastly, it would be kind of a stretch to expect my proposed sleeping-nappy (pull-on Kins cotton diapers layered with Kins pull on terry pants) to go that distance. What to do? As I contemplated one of the more ridiculous dilemmas my ridiculous lifestyle choice was imposing upon me, inspiration struck. What if I took one of those apparently-useless shaped pads, stuffed it down my nappy and then just ripped it out again before bed? This would effectively be the nappy change equivalent to in-flight re-fuelling with the removal of a soggy pad leaving my underlying, pristine cloth nappy to seamlessly step into the breach until morning? It kind of worked. The nappy somewhat-held the pad where it needed to be and the pad somewhat-held what it needed to hold. It wasn’t perfect and I did encounter some damp terry toweling when I reached in to the humid confines of my nappy to pull the pad out before bed anyway. This didn’t surprise me because the “Lille SupremForm” products are medical/institutional incontinence products whose design intent is to win care facility tenders, not absorb pee. There was also the small question of the sodden pad trying to bring out my anatomy with it upon extraction but that may have been operator error. But it worked enough. I’d consumed only a pad which was destined for landfill anyway AND, the cloth nappy that remained behind although not completely dry, was easily dry enough to take over until morning. 1 pad down, 19 to go…

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 61 "Fanks Towi!" Isabelle said, her mouth dropping cookie crumbs as she uttered each syllable of gratitude to her former classmate, now cookie retriever. If not for the dining room table being so tall, Isabelle wouldn't have needed to ask for help. Alas, the sweets were out of reach, and her mom had stashed her Halloween candy somewhere she couldn't locate. After returning from their trick-or-treating adventure, Isabelle was promptly changed out of her poopy diaper, and into a clean one. Upon Isabelle's insistence - and near tantrum - she had been dressed back into her Halloween costumer once more for the start of Lola's party. 'Heck if I am going to be the only party-goer who isn't in costume,' Isabelle though to herself, as her mom had retrieved Isabelle's footie pajamas while she was still on the changing table. "It's okay Jane," Lola had said, entering Isabelle's quasi-bedroom. "I'll change her before bed. You get out of here." Lola scooped Isabelle up into her arms, and ushered Jane out of the room and down the stairs. Lola was as eager for her dad and Jane to leave as she was sure they were to go. Her dad wasn't going to be home until very late, and Lola had friends coming over. "Thanks Lola. You're an angel," Jane replied as she walked down the stairs where Sam was waiting for her. "You have everything you need. If she's fussy, there are three bottles of my milk in the fridge for her. That usually relaxes her right away. And if there are any problems - " "I know Jane. I'll call you. But there won't be. Elly Belly is going to be the perfect little angel she always is, aren't you sweetie?" Lola asked rhetorically, before planting a big wet kiss on Isabelle's cheek. Isabelle simply let her head rest into Lola's shoulder, and nodded. "See? She agrees!" Lola loved her Dad. She'd even go so far as to admit that she loved Jane. But she was eighteen, and she wanted to have her party, even if she'd have to watch a toddler for part of it. "Thank again Lola -" But if Jane had said something else, none of Isabelle, Lola, or Dani heard it. Lola had shut the door. "Alright," Dani the fairy said, clapping her hands. "Booze is on its way, and YES, before you complain, its a moderate amount. And Tori will be here with the girls in a like twenty minutes. But first, you and I need to talk." Lola turned to Dani with a smile. The two of them had been planning this party for a while. They weren't big drinkers, but they did experiment from time to time with their friends, and they wanted to have some at the party. Dani had made a plan to have some delivered, which Lola was grateful though. But now Lola was feeling concerned about whatever it was that Dani needed to talk about. Lola hiked Isabelle up on to her hip, the toddler's head never having left her shoulder. "What's up?" "Need earmuffs for this one," Lola explained. "Also where the F is my wand?" Isabelle's head perked up at the emphasis on the letter F, before Lola patted her on the head until she settled it back down. Lola's eyes got big as she starred at Dani with a look in her eye that screamed 'Watch it!'" Dani reached her hands out flat as though to apologize. "My bad. But earmuffs." Isabelle felt Lola begin to stroke her head, lulling her into a sense of relaxation. In truth, she had been feeling tired, and probably could have gone to sleep already. But she didn't want to miss the party. Lola's head stroking wasn't helping her cause however. It was when Lola's hand settled over her ear that Isabelle felt a little disoriented. At first, she was still feeling so relaxed. But as she head Lola and Dani continue to speak, she couldn't help but want to listen as best as she could. "...............Seriously Dani?..............has to be in my.......................I mean........kinda weird......." ".....not weird!...............in the other.................last weekend..............................really wannna!" ".....................to go....................................................." "............wanted to stay with you two though! And beside..................................." "Still though, in my......................of all..............................................................." "..................................owe me........................poopy swim..........................got all over my hands, so I think..........." "Ughhhhhhhhhhhh..............................................................worst friend sometimes, you know?" "...................................means that's a............................................................" "...............Gross........................Laundry..............................................with Isabelle tonight I guess." Isabelle's head perked up at the end as she heard her name, naturally uncovering her ear. But the conversation appeared to be over, for the most part. "You're the best Lola. And now I owe YOU one," Dani said, squealing as she couldn't contain her excitement, before leaving in to hug Lola. "You owe me like a thousand for this," Lola clarified, just as her doorbell rang, echoing through the house. DINGGGGGG DONGGGGGGGG "That'll be Tori with the girls. I need to find my wand - don't answer yet. Isabelle remembered Lola smiling at that last remark. Isabelle smiled too. It was just like Lola; god forbid she be spotted without her outfit being complete. "Hurry up then, cause I am answering it. You set it down in the kitchen when you scarfed down the rest of Belly's leftovers," Lola said, chiding her friend. "I WILL NOT BE SHAMED FOR EATING COLD VEGGIE NUGGETS!" Dani screamed back, as she ran to collect the Star Rod to complete her outfit. Tori had come over with four other girls, a number of whom Isabelle had recognized from school, and one who appeared to be a complete stranger. Tori had come dressed as a witch of some sort, and Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate her really cool outfit. Some of the other girls' costumers were also pretty elaborate; Angela Patel had come dressed as an olympic gymnast, with several medals hanging on her neck. Amelia Henry was dressed as a flamingo, who actually put together a really fun and accurate looking beak for her outfit. Had Isabelle been able to recall that Amelia notoriously had the longest legs in her former class, she would have appreciated the costume more. And then there was the stranger who had come dressed as some character from a book or a show called Princess Henrietta or something or that nature. The character felt familiar to Isabelle, but she couldn't figure out why. In any event, she received a lot of reluctant compliments from some of the other girls, including Lola, on her outfit, as they all laughed and admitted to reading or watching the associated book or show or whatever. The best part of their arrival, however, was that all the girls were simply over the moon about Isabelle. At first, it was a little overwhelming seeing them all at once. Isabelle decided it was best to hide where they couldn't see her - in Lola's chest with her eyes pressed against her new kinda sister. But it turned out that the strategy didn't work, as she was handed off to another girl, panic beginning to set in. Fortunately for Isabelle, it had just been Tori. "There's my star swimming pupil! Why are you hiding from me sweetie? Didn't we have so much fun in the pool last week?" Though Isabelle was still feeling a little uncomfortable with all the attention, she managed to nod a few times, before electing to try hiding in Tori's chest instead. "Oh she is just precious!" Isabelle heard another voice remark. Curiosity got the best of Isabelle as she felt Tori carry her toward the living room with the rest of the girls, and Isabelle turned her head to peer at who it was who spoke. It was Amelia. "What's the deal with her anyway?" Another voice said. Isabelle felt brave enough to pick her head up to see it was Angela who spoke that time. "I mean, like, its serious huh?" Isabelle's eyes darted toward Lola. Isabelle wasn't sure if she was supposed to be the one to answer, or if Lola was. In the end, neither got it. "Oh its totally serious," Dani answered, skipping across the room and pretending to cast her wand, before booping Isabelle gently on the nose with the Star Rod. The act caused a chorus of giggles to burst forth from the once shy girl, who was very much starting to warm up to the room. "Lola is going to have a new MOMMMMMMY soon," Dani said teasingly, as she made playful faces at Isabelle before taking her from Tori. Isabelle continued to laugh at silly Dani. The rest of the girls joined in on the fun, adding lots of "Oooooooooooooooohs" in the background. Lola simply shrugged it off with a smile. Dani had been there with Lola throughout her life; when her mom passed away, Dani had been there for her everyday, and even to this day, knew how much Lola missed her. Dani was the only one who really knew how much it had meant to Lola to grow so close to Jane over the last few months, and was certainly the only one who would make that joke. The truth? It made Lola happy. "Forget that," Tori added, wanting desperately to change the topic from something she felt was uncomfortable, "Lola scores the friggin cutest baby sister from all this!" "Is that right?" Dani asked rhetorically, holding Isabelle and leaning playfully away from her. "Belly - do you want Lola to be your new big sister? Do you? You wanna have a new big sister? I am not sure she's the best sister material. It's okay if you say no - you can have me instead!" Dani said jokingly, before flipping Isabelle upside down, her deerstalker hat falling to the floor as Dani held her upside down by her feet. Isabelle didn't stop laughing, her two pigtails hanging down over her face as her pants started pulling up, revealing her more and more of her onesie. "Noooooo!" Isabelle whined with a big smile. "Want Lola! Want Lola sister. Lola sister! Lolaaaaaaaaaa!!" Isabelle cried and laughed, as she pointed toward Lola, swinging upside down in the air. Isabelle couldn't believe the words as they escaped her mouth, but they were true. "Lola had made her way over to Dani, taking Isabelle and setting her on her two feet. "Thanks Dani," Lola said, though she couldn't help but smile, every cell of heart as warm and filled as it could be. "Just what I need her announcing to her mom," Lola continued, as she bent over and picked Isabelle's hat up of the floor, putting back on her head. "And to be clear, Lola said, standing up, "they aren't even engaged yet." Lola's eyes turned back to the ground as she heard a small thud, Isabelle having fallen on her padded butt from dizziness. Lola lifted her gaze back to her friends, before adding with a smirk "but I sure hope I get to be a bridesmaid." All of her friends smiled and laughed, none more than Dani, who looked at her friend with genuine happiness and joy. Soon after, the party began to slowly take off. Someone started playing music, and a few of the girls were dancing in the living room with each other. Tori, at Isabelle's insistence, had helped the little girl to a second cookie from the dining room table, which she was now eating with her mouth agape. Tori simply couldn't have known that it was in fact Isabelle's sixth cookie, having already successfully coaxed Dani twice, Angela, the stranger, and Lola to giver her "just one cookie" already. As Isabelle waddled around with a full belly, Lola was the perfect host, getting snack and drinks for her friends, fixing the aux cable so the music could be played outside in the back by the pool, and receiving lots of praise for her decorations around the house. Three other girls' Isabelle recognized as Higgins seniors had shown up a while later, each stopping to say hi to Isabelle. Everyone was having fun. "Lo.......la" Isabelle called out, broken up by a yawn, as she tugged at Lola's leggings. Lola was talking to Dani and Amelia when she felt Isabelle's little hands pull at her pants. Lola used her free right arm to stroke Isabelle's head before turning her gze down. "What is it sweetie? Are you tired?" 'Tired? Heck no!' Isabelle wasn't about to leave the party, though admittedly, she was probably exhausted. "Nuh-uh.....Can I have another cookie?" Isabelle asked sweetly, hoping it might score her once last cookie. In truth, Isabelle wasn't even sure where the cookie would go, her stomach was so stuffed. "No sweetie. I already gave you a cookie," Lola said, as she picked Isabelle up into her arms. "And I am pretty sure I saw Tori give you one too. Which is one more cookie than your mommy said you were allowed." Lola turned her gaze back toward her friends, though Dani was playing innocent with her eyes for some odd reason. "Why don't - " DINNNNNNG DONNGGGGG "I'll be back," Isabelle heard Dani say, as she ran upstairs and disappeared faster than Isabelle had ever seen her move. 'That's odd,' Isabelle thought to herself, as she could see the excitement begin to build among the other party guests too. Isabelle turned her attention back to Lola, and felt her take a deep breath. "Why don't you come open the door with me and be my big helper. And then we're going to bed you! It's already 9:15. Your mommy would not be happy with me if she knew I let you stay up so late. So don't tattle on me," Lola joked as she carried Isabelle to the front door. "Let's see who it could be," though Lola, unknown to Isabelle, knew exactly who it was. When the door opened, Isabelle immediately released her full bladder into her diaper. No, it wasn't because the person at the door had a scary costume. In fact, it was a rather nice costume, Isabelle thought - the man was dressed as Rover-Roo! Instead, it was the person who was wearing the costume. Because no matter how much Isabelle forget, she hadn't forgotten who Avery was. It was fitting, Isabelle soaking her diaper in front of her former crush. In fact, it was a marked improvement from the last time Isabelle had been in front of the boy; at least this time she wasn't in wet pajamas holding wet sheets from an accident. 'At least this time I'm wearing my diapees!' Isabelle thought to herself, causing a smile to spread across her face, as the padding underneath her swelled. "Hey Lola - Nice cat costume. Cats and dogs tonight, I guess huh?" Avery said, as he stepped in and gave Lola a welcoming half hug. "The guys want to know where to pout down the booze. Can I -" Isabelle's eyes moved past Avery to where six or seven men were standing, in costumes that......'well lack effort for the most part,' Isabelle thought. 'Not like Avery's,' which in truth, was quite well done. "Hahha yah," Lola responded, laughing at Avery's joke. "Send them into the kitchen. The fridge is mostly empty if anything needs to go in. I'll follow you in. I need to get this one to bed anyway." Lola added, indicating toward Isabelle. "Oh nice. Yah sweet detective costume....Isabelle, right? Dani told me all about you. That costume is cool!" Avery said in a way that made Isabelle feel like he really meant it. "In the kitchen guys, back and to the left." Avery said to his friends, as the moved in to the house with bags that all clinked as they moved past Isabelle. Isabelle recognized most of them from Higgins as well, though their names escaped her. "I'm a inves-" Isabelle let a big yawn out from her little mouth, before finishing her though - "pigator." Isabelle regretted speaking immediately. Avery had just about started to walk after his friends when her stopped, and looked at Isabelle with a smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "You're a what? Sorry cutie, I didn't hear you. Isabelle blushed at Avery compliment, as she watched him lift his arm over his head to fix his Rover outfit. "Invespigator. Im not a tective. Imma Invespigator!" Isabelle said, louder this time so Avery could hear more clearly. Avery just smiled at Isabelle, Lola smiling at Avery as well at Isabelle's silliness. "An invesPIgator you say. My apologies to you Isabelle. A wonderful Invespigator indeed!" Isabelle was quite glad that issue was cleared up. "Thank you for that Isabelle," Lola said, ending that line of conversation. "I'll follow you in. I need to get something out of the fridge." Isabelle's eyes never left Avery, at least to the extent that they could stay open, as Lola and he walked side by side into the kitchen, where the party had largely shifted. The scene in the kitchen was a little hectic, with the teens pulling various bottles of unidentifiable liquids out of bags. Isabelle wasn't sure what was in them, but was fairly confident it wasn't primo apple juice. "So where's Dani?" Avery asked, not bothering to try and be subtle about it. "She's here," Lola said with a coy smile, noticing that Isabelle's eyes had firmly shut . "She'll find you when she wants to." Lola enjoyed being cheeky, and very much liked that her best friends boyfriend enjoyed the cheekiness as well. "I'll be back in a few minutes" Lola said. "See you in a bit. Belly, are you going to say goodnight to Avery?" Isabelle hadn't been ready, and panicked on the spot. "Goonight Avwey!" "Good girl!" Lola said, before Avery returned a goodnight, before turning his attention to the party Isabelle waved her hand far too rapidly as Lola carried her away. Lola turned to her left as she existed the kitchen, and moved up the stairs with Isabelle in her arms. As they reached the last few stairs, Dani met them on the staircase. "Sorry. Needed to fix my hair. Is her here?" Lola smiled at her friend. "Yes. He's the one in the giant zip up Rover-Roo costume. Zipper is in the front, so even YOU shouldn't struggle with that,: Lola said teasingly. "Let me put her to sleep, and I'll meet you back downstairs." "Okay. Okay." It was odd to see Dani a little nervous, though Isabelle wasn't sure what she had to be nervous about. 'Or why she's looking for Avery,' Isabelle thought. "Okay. I'm going. Goodnight cutie pie," Dani added, before blowing her a kiss and running off down the stairs. Isabelle settled her head back into the crook of Lola's neck as Lola ascended the last few stairs. Isabelle yawned once more, as Lola pushed open the door to the room with her bed, before setting Isabelle down on the changing table. "Let's get you into your pajamas sweetie," Lola explained, as she started undressing her little charge. Isabelle allowed Lola to remove her clothes, starting with her coat, pants, and socks, leaving Isabelle on her changing table in her white collared onesie. Isabelle had something on her mind from earlier in the night though. Something she wanted to ask Lola. "Lola..........Do......Do you not wanna be my big sister too?" Isabelle had announced to the whole room that she wanted Lola to be her sister, but hadn't heard Lola say the same. It was nagging at her. Lola stopped what she was doing as she looked down as Isabelle on the table. "Why would you think that sweetie? Of course I want to be your sister." Lola stopped to gather her thoughts. "We already kind of are! Is it because I didn't say anything before when you said you waned me to be your big sister?" Isabelle simply nodded, now feeling silly for saying something. 'Oh sweetie I'm sorry. I don't want you to ever think that. I already consider you my baby sister sweetie. And no matter what, I'll always be your big sister too!" Isabelle's heart felt warm hearing the words from Lola's mouth. In truth, Lola's heart felt warm saying them. 'Now let's get you into bed sweetie. That diaper will last" Lola finished undressed Isabelle, before zipping Isabelle into her footie pajamas full of stars and moons. "There you go. Nice and cozy," Lola said, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her over to the bed, where Rabbity was already waiting for them. Lola carried Isabelle into bed, and gently cradled Isabelle in her arms. Isabelle's head nestled against her new big sister's shoulder as she settled down next to her in the dark room, the noise from downstairs disappearing as the seconds ticked away. L:ola hummed a soothing melody, her voice as gentle as a lullaby. Isabelle's eyelids continued to grow heavy as the melodic sound filled the room. With great care, Lola reached with her free arm for one of the bottles of breastmilk Jane had prepared for her that night. Lola carefully placed the bottle's soft nipple to Isabelle's lips, guiding it along her mouth until Isabelle's lips began to part. Isabelle, her eyes drooping with drowsiness, felt the nipple of the bottle teasing her lips. It wasn't long before her eager lips took the nipple into her mouth, and she began to suckle gently. Isabelle's eyes nearly opened as she realized that this wasn't regular milk; it was her mom's. But Isabelle was too relaxed- and too thrilled to be drinking it - that she simply relaxed and suckled. Lola watched over Isabelle, her heart filled with love and protectiveness. She knew how important this nighttime routine was for Isabelle's health and well-being, and more importantly, how important it was that Isabelle felt loved. As Isabelle nursed, Lola continued to hum the lullaby, her voice a soothing backdrop to the intimate moment. The room grew darker as the night deepened, and the soft glow of a nightlight cast a warm, comforting aura. Isabelle, with her tummy now full or milk and cookies, and quite content, released the bottle with a tiny sigh of satisfaction. Her eyelids fluttered, and her breathing grew steady and calm. Lola placed the bottle aside and tucked Isabelle into the bed, covering her with a cozy blanket. Lola then stood up, taking the other end of the baby monitor for the room, and clipping it to her pants. "Goodnight, little Isabelle," Lola whispered, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on Isabelle's forehead, before slipping Isabelle's pacifier into her mouth. "Sweet dreams." ******************************* Isabelle stirred. There was noise, though where from, it was unclear. But it wasn't the noise that had woken her. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......owwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Isabelle felt her stomach churn. It was hurting. Bad. Isabelle hadn't had the time, nor the headspace to consider what might have been the root cause of it. But it most definitely had nothing to do with the six very large cookies she had eaten at the party. "Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Isabelle moaned again, twisting to her side and pulling Rabbity in against her chest. Her bunny offered her some comfort, at least, though not enough to quell the pain. 'Lola. I'll find Lola,' Isabelle thought. "She'll know what do.' Isabelle couldn't be sure what hour it was, but it was late, and dark out. Surely everyone would have been gone already? 'Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghh...." Isabelle crouched over just as her footed pajama feet hit the floor, feeling her warm, wet diaper pressed against as she did. Isabelle's stomach ached again, before managing to stand upright and move her soggy bottom back from the bed. Isabelle waddled toward the door, pulling Rabbity along the way, her bunny's body dragging along the floor beside her. As soon as she approached it, she could hear a chorus of soft noise come through the thick oak doors. Curious, Isabelle reached for the doorknob. Isabelle had mastered the door at this point, managing to pry it open once more, just enough, to slip through with Rabbity in tow. As the door closed behind her, Isabelle keeled over once more from the stomach pain. It was cool in the house, and Isabelle was glad that Lola had dressed her in her warm, soft sleeper. It was also noisy in the hall. Isabelle could hear that music was still being played downstairs. There were voices, 'lots of them,' Isabelle noted, and clinking of glasses as well. 'Clearly the party is still going strong.....maybe I only took a short nap?' Isabelle was beginning to wonder how long she had slept when another sharp pain hit her, causing her to squat down. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh" Isabelle was snapped out of the shock of her pain by another set of noises though. The noises had been in the background when Isabelle had approached her door, and then louder when she had entered the hall. But it had been largely drowned out by the noise from downstairs. Except now Isabelle was hearing the noise more clearly. It was growing in volume. And it was coming from Lola's bedroom, right across the hall. 'But what is it?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle hesitated as the noises continued to grow in volume. Isabelle was only a few feet away from the door, and the noise coming from Lola's room was starting to become more prominent, first competing with the voices and music from downstairs, before building up and overtaking them. 'It sounds like.............maybe Lola also has a stomach ache?' It was perhaps the wrong thought, because as soon as she had it, Isabelle felt another burst of pain in her tummy. 'No.....,' Isabelle realized, as she stood upright again, leaning against her own bedroom door for support. ' They don't sound like they have a sad tummy. They sound........really happy,' Isabelle admitted. It was the best adjective she had in her depleted arsenal of the English language, but it wasn't inaccurate. Whatever was causing the noise, it wasn't sounds of displeasure. 'It's probably just Lola. Maybe Dani too,' Isabelle decided. Who else would be in her big sister's bedroom anyway? 'Maybe Lola wanted a nap too, and she's just having the bestest dream ever!' Isabelle considered. It was a real, distinct possibility to Isabelle. So Isabelle braved one foot forward, lifting her body weight off of the door behind her, and moving toward Lola's bedroom. As Isabelle waddled her second foot, her legs spread firmly and far apart by her diaper, the noise continued to build. Louder with her four step. Even louder with her fifth. Isabelle was half way there and the noise continued to grow. 'Definitely a girl...but not words........crying?' Isabelle wondered, as she shifted her next small step, and then the next. Isabelle was mere steps from the door when she heard it; a final shriek come from the room, causing her to pause for a moment, the room in front of her falling silent. Isabelle wasn't sure if someone in there needed help, but she was beginning to revisit her theory that they might have a tummy ache too. Isabelle was about to reconsider her decision when her stomach churned once more, nearly causing her to fall over. She had waited in the hallway too long, even if it had only been a few minutes. Her stomach needed some attention. It needed Lola. Isabelle cleared the last two steps, before settling her little fingers on Lola's bedroom doorknob. With the last bit of energy she had, Isabelle twisted, and pushed the knob in with her body, slipping forward on her footie jamies on the wood floor, and causing Isabelle to bend over in the process. It all happened at once, and Isabelle shut her eyes as it did. Her tummy pushed, and Isabelle felt her sphincter open up, as wave after wave of mushy poop made its way into her diaper. Isabelle squeezed Rabbity's hand as the first, painful load came out of her. But once it did, Isabelle felt such relief from her stomach ache, she didn't hesitate when she felt the need again. No, that time Isabelle pushed. And she pushed a much larger second load into her diaper, the poop expanding her diaper downward, until it was nearly hanging down to the floor, before it stopped. When Isabelle pushed again, another tremendous load of poop filled the area under her butt, until there was no more room. But there was more. And when Isabelle pushed the final wave, it had nowhere else to go, pressing first against her butt, before moving to the only open space that was left in the front of her diaper. Isabelle felt instant relief, but it was short lived. It wasn't because she had made a stinky; Isabelle was used to pooping in her diapers at this point, and in fact, was rather starting to enjoy them. No, her relief was short lived because she opened her eyes. It wasn't Lola in her bedroom. It was Dani. And she wasn't alone. Isabelle wasn't quite sure what she was seeing in the bed to her right. It was confusing, and didn't really make much sense. But there were two sets of eyes starring at her as she stood up in the doorway, one set light, innocent, and playful, the other in sheer panic. The first set - further away from Isabelle - belonged to Dani, who was under Lola's covers, laying on her front, half her body on the mattress, and half pressed firmly against, '...well him.' The second set - the set much, much closer to Isabelle - belonged to none other than Avery, who was only partially covered by Lola's comforter. Avery's strong, bare chest was exposed on his left side, the side closest to Isabelle, whereas the rest was covered by Dani's upper body, which Isabelle was only realizing then was likewise bare. Isabelle's eyes met Avery's, who looked in utter panic and disbelief. Isabelle wasn't sure what to do. 'Why are they in Lola's bed together? And why don't they have their shirt's on? Were they invespigating each other's stomach aches?' Isabelle wondered. She wasn't sure she wanted Avery to investigate her own, not while she was in a very poopy diaper. 'Maybe he'll leave so Dani can invespigate my tummy next?' The three stood there for longer than any would have expected, each startled by the scene they were in, each for very different reasons. It was Dani, however, sweet, cool, calm, collected Dani, that broke the ice. She just started laughing. Laughing as she rolled off Avery on to her own back, exposing her bare chest to the room. Laughing as she gleefully kicked her legs under the covers at the simple ridiculousness of the situation they were in. Laughing because this now very core, very significant moment and memory for Dani now included her best friend's little sister walking in on her and Avery, and proceeding to poop her diaper right in front of them. "D! This isn't funny" Isabelle heard Avery, the same panic that was in his eyes emerge from his mouth. "What do we do? What do we say?" Isabelle wasn't sure what he meant by that, and so continued to look between him and Dani curiously, trying to figure out what was going on. "Da.......Da..........Dani?" Isabelle felt herself whimpering, still stunned at the sight before her. She was feeling something inside of her, and it was no longer her aching tummy. Isabelle wasn't sure what it was, but the sight before her was making her feel very emotional, and she felt tears beginning to build in her eyes. "Oh RE-LAX Ave. She's just a little girl," Dani said, before leaning over and '....kissing Avery's chest? Hmmmm no. Maybe just a tummy ache check like mommy does for me?' Isabelle's eyes were now laser focused on Dani. "She doesn't know what's going on. You can be such a boy sometimes." Dani teased, before sitting up in the bed, the comforter now only covering her lower body. Dani wriggled her nose as the scent from Isabelle's diaper began to make its way into the room. "Though for a little girl, I'll admit, she makes some pretty big poopies. You stay right there Belly. I'm coming," Dani called to her, before rummaging below the covers, seemingly trying to retrieve something, pulling whatever she found up her legs. Isabelle watched Avery, his expression unchanged and still panicked. Isabelle shifted her faze back to Dani stood up from under the covers, wearing nothing other than a simple green thong. "She even had matching panties!' Isabelle thought to herself, the thought making her smile for an unknown reason. It wasn't rare that Isabelle saw Dani mostly, if not entirely naked. Still, it was always amazing to her just how beautiful her friend was, inside and out, and Isabelle couldn't help but stare at her friend as she stood. Isabelle watched as Dani bent over and picked up her green butterfly top, 'which she must have taken off so Avery could check her tummy ache,' Isabelle concluded. Dani pulled her top back on, before bending over once more to pick up her skirt, pulling it up her legs. Dani bent down one last time, picking up her wings and putting them back on as well. "I'm going to go change her sweetie," Dani said, as she made her way around the bed and toward Isabelle "You get your costume back on and go back down before our disappearance draws too much attention.." Dani was about to pick up Isabelle when the little girl slipped on her footie pajamas and fell to her bum. The resulting fall caused the poop underneath her to splat out underneath her, and caking against her butt, and spreading out in every which direction. Isabelle was so shocked by the fall that she couldn't help herself, and she started to cry. "WAHHHHHHHHHHHH. WAHHHHHHHHH AH AH AHA AH AH AH. DANNNIIIIIIII. I WAN WOOOOOWAAAAAA" Dani quickly scooped Isabelle up, moving faster than before. "Oh sweet girl! Shhhhh shhhhhhh. Come here," Dani repeated, Pulling Isabelle in close to her chest, and pressing Isabelle's head against her body. Dani turned her attention to Avery before, calmly telling him "once you're done, if you see Lola, send her up." Dani was about to carry Isabelle out before turning back, and adding one more thing. "And Ave," she said, pausing as the memory of their adventure returned to her mind. "Amazing." *********************************************************** "So just so we're all on the same page here,' Tori whispered, as the group of girls gathered together closely had given up on trying not to laugh. They were circled together in the kitchen. Isabelle was happy to be in Lola's arms and in the group again, a fresh, poofy diaper under her footie jamies. "Tor. Company," Lola muttered, her eyes glancing at the toddler in her arms. "Oh. Yah. Okay," Tori said, regrouping herself, before finding the right words. "You rolled off....of him, he just having, quote, 'rocked your world,' your words, Tori emphasized, as the girls all giggled sheepishly at Dani's news of her milestone. "And not moments later, Company here opens the door, shocking you both, and thennnn......what was it that happened?" Tori joked playfully. Isabelle wasn't sure who this 'Company' was, but the way Tori was telling the story, it sounded pretty funny. So Isabelle giggled along while Tori tapped on her chin, pretending to think, while Dani's face began to turn the same color as her messy hair. "Oh that's right. The mere sight of you two in the bed caused Company to go ahead and poop herself, to quote you again, 'the largest you had ever seen in your life.' Did I get that right? Is that what happened?" The girls, including Isabelle from behind the pacifier, continued to laugh hysterically, each overtly turning their gazes to poor Avery standing by the fridge across the kitchen, who could only be wondering self-consciously what. precisely, the girls were laughing about. "Hardy-har-har," Dani responded, herself laughing about the situation. "But yes. That about sums it up," Dani said with a smile, before turning her focus to Isabelle. "You just had to come and see what was going on with your little tummy didn't you sweetie?" Dani teased. "Well you did say you were quite....noisy." Amelia chimed in, causing more laughter. "You probably woke her up to begin with!" Isabelle was beginning to question whether the story was about her or not. It didn't really matter; Isabelle was just happy to be back at the party, though she was feelingexhausted. While Dani had been changing her, Lola had come up to the room having heard the cries on the baby monitor. Isabelle was relieved to see Lola, so much so that she didn't catch much of the conversation between the two friends as Lola took over wiping Isabelle's butt. But a lot of hugs and emotions were exchanged. As well as laughs. Lots and lots of laughs. "Why does he look so uncomfortable over there? You think he'd be relaxed and happy after the first time,' Amelia noted. Dani provided the answer. "Oh I told him he couldn't tell anyone tonight. But that I was going to tell you girls. So I'm not sure he knows what to do with himself right now," Dani added, now looking along with all the other girls at Avery as they all resumed laughing. Had Avery not looked uncomfortable before, now he looked utterly distressed. "He actually can help me," Lola said to the group. "She needs to go back to sleep. And we need to clean up before my parents get home." The words slipped out of her mouth so naturally, Lola didn't even catch what she had said. 'Avery," Lola called out, as Avery pointed to himself and shrugged, as though to question whether Lola was calling him. 'Yes, you. Can you open the fridge behind you and grab one of the bottles in the door........no......yes that one. Ya." The girls all watched as Avery pulled it out, and inexplicably brought it to his face as if to smell it, or even taste it, before walking it toward the gaggle of girls. Dani couldn't help herself but tease him. "Ave, sweetie. It's breastmilk. I don't think you need to try it." Dani's remark sent the girls over the edge, as they laughed loudly at the poor boy's expense before he handed the bottle to Lola, who put it in the microwave be Dani went on to her tippy toes and planted a kiss on Avery's cheek, "I'm going to help Lola put her to bed. But I'll be back down in a bit to help you clean," Dani added, letting her head rest against Avery for just a moment longer before releasing. "Let's go up." With a wave of the Star Rod, and a skip, Dani led the charge up the stairs, as Lola carried Isabelle in her arms, up to bed once more. "Someone had too many cookies tonight, didn't she sweetie? Lola teased, as she bounced Isabelle up and down on her hip. "I learned that quite a few people gave you cookies, including one VERY mischievous fairy." Though Isabelle's eyes were settling shut once more, she couldn't help but laugh. 'It was true, after all.' Dani had reached the top of the stairs at that point, performing a little bow with the a twirl of her wand. "You're most very welcome." The three girls made their way into Isabelle's room, where Lola climbed back into bed with Isabelle. "Someone gets to share their bed with me later tonight, since unspeakable things were done in mine," Lola said, glaring playfully at Lola, who laid down on the other side of Isabelle smiling. Once more, Lola gently cradled Isabelle in her arms, bringing the bottle of milk back to Isabelle's lips. As Lola held the bottle in place, Dani playfully swished her wand around over Isabelle, her eyes following the bright star atop the magical wand as it danced over her. Isabelle rhythmically sucked at the bottle as Dani hummed until there was no more milk left, and Lola pulled the bottle gently back. "I almost forgot," Dani whispered. "You never made your fairy wish sweetie. You can ask for anything you want. Anything in the world. You just need to close your eyes real tight, and think about what it is you want. Fairy magic can take some time to take effect. But if your patient, your wish will come true." "Make a wish, sweet sweet Belly," Lola whispered, as a heaviness from the second bottle of milk took effect. "Make your wish my sweet baby sister." Isabelle let the exhaustion wash over her. She fell asleep making her wish. The one thing she wanted more than anything else. The one thing she deserved. A choice.

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 60 Isabelle opened her eyes. She felt a cushion under her head, but it was unfamiliar. As she glanced around, Isabelle was initially thrown off by where she was. 'It looked so strange at first,' Isabelle recalled thinking. 'But then I saw Lola.' "Good morning sleepy girl," Lola had greeted her, setting down her decorations and joining Isabelle on the couch. Isabelle had shifted her head onto Lola's lap, her thumb finding its way into her mouth. Lola quickly removed Isabelle's thumb, replacing it with Isabelle's pacifier nearby that had fallen out of her mouth. "Welcome back," Lola whispered, bending over to kiss Isabelle's cheek, before sitting back up and stroking her hair. Isabelle blinked her eyes a few more times, before taking the room in around her. She was in Lola's main floor living room, where she had danced with Lola and Dani the week prior. Only it seemed so much different. Isabelle's eyes were drawn to the molding around the top of the walls. Strings of orange and purple fairy lights adorned them, casting an eerie yet captivating glow. Intertwined around the light were orange and black decorative cutouts, such that the lights would reflect images of bats, ghosts, and all manner of creatures in the dark. Isabelle's eyes lowered toward the fireplace, where Lola had carefully placed glittering spiderwebs on the mantelpiece, making sure they looked both spooky and elegant. In front of the fireplace, a series of plastic pumpkins with carved faces on them were lined up; four in total. Each boasted a plastic handle The centerpiece of the living room, however, was directly in front of Isabelle. It was a real pumpkin this time. Huge, in fact. 'It's the biggest pumpkin I've ever seen!' The gourd was no joke, elaborately carved, and perfectly round. Sam and Lola had spent hours that morning meticulously crafting the perfect Jack-o'-lantern face. Isabelle couldn't tell from her angle, but the pumpkin boasted a warm, flickering light inside. Later that evening, it would illuminate the whole room with its friendly, mischievous grin. Isabelle picked her head up, rubbing the sleepies out of her eyes as she found her way in the world once more. Isabelle's eyes moved to the nearby coffee table, where Lola arranged a group of charming and slightly spooky figurines: witches on broomsticks, friendly ghosts, and a grinning skeleton. A playful cauldron full of "witches' brew" (green punch) sat nearby, ready to quench the thirst of their Halloween party guests. Isabelle turned to Lola. "Wer mommy?" It was a fair enough question, though barely discernable through her pacifier. Isabelle's mom had, presumably, taken her over here. But she was nowhere to be seen. "Come sweetie," Lola said, taking Isabelle's hand. "Mommy is in the kitchen. Let's go get her." Isabelle took Lola's hand, walking side by side with her. The made their way into the main hall and toward the kitchen. As they walked together, Isabelle spied into the the dining room, which had likewise been transformed into a haunted banquet hall. The long table was adorned with a black lace tablecloth and elegant silver candlesticks, each holding a blood-red candle. There were all manners of treats on plates; brownies and cookies, candies and more. Isabelle couldn't resist, as she tried to pull Lola toward the table. "No no no sweetie. That's for later. You haven't even had your dinner yet. Or gone trick or treating! Do you wanna hear something fun?" Isabelle stopped tugging at Lola for a moment. 'It might be worth hearing something fun. I like fun things.' But there were treats just out of reach. It was a tough call in the end, but Isabelle decided for the former, turning her head to face Lola as she continued to suckle the rubber teat in her mouth, and nodded. "Uh-huh! Was fun?" Lola smiled, as she saw the pure wonder in Isabelle's face. "I'm going to get to take you trick or treating later with your mommy. And someone else very special asked to come to! But only if you're a good girl. So let's go find mommy, okay?" Isabelle considered the proposal. "I be goot!" She announced. Isabelle was determined to show Lola, and especially her mommy, that she was not a bad girl after her hectic afternoon. As Lola and Isabelle continued to move toward the kitchen, Isabelle spotted a number of other decorations. Lola had hung a myriad of paper bats from the ceiling, giving the room a thrilling and slightly eerie ambiance. The windows were covered in decorative decals featuring silhouettes of witches on broomsticks and black cats with arched backs. At the entranceway to the kitchen, Sam had placed a life-sized cardboard cutout of a mummy. "We call him Mr. Mummy," Lola explained, "not to be confused with your real mommy!" Lola giggled, and Isabelle couldn't help but join in. Mr. Mummy was holding a silver tray in his extended arms, perfect for setting drinks on. He greeted Lola and Isabelle as they entered, his bandaged arms seemingly reaching out to give them a spooky welcome. "How's mommy's cranky girl feeling now?" The question was innocent enough. And Isabelle was feeling better. But she didn't need the reminder that she had gotten so upset, nor about the mess she had made in her room with the glue . Isabelle decided not to answer her mom, instead crossing her arms, and stomping her feet down, each once. "Oh are we still cranky?" Sam's voice echoed from the side. Isabelle hadn't seen him as she entered, but her attention was quickly capture by him as Sam scooped her into his arms, and started kissing her neck rapidly. Isabelle couldn't help but laugh and cry out as the onslaught of tickly kisses assaulted her, her pacifier falling to the floor. "Nope! I guess not!" 'Come Jane," Isabelle heard Lola say, as she watched Lola extend her hands out to Isabelle's mom. "I need to start on your makeup now, or we'll never get it done in time." Isabelle watched as her mom gave Lola her hand, Lola pulling her upstairs. "Don't worry about us," Sam called after them, as he settled Isabelle against his chest. supporting her under her soggy butt. "We'll just be in the basement doing all the HARD work. Come cutie. Let's go have some fun. Are you going to be my big girl helper?" Sam asked, bending down to pick the pacifier up. "We really ought to get you something to keep this clipped to you. I'll add it to the list," Sam said, before plopping the pacifier back in Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle was happy to have it back. Sam carried Isabelle down to the basement. Much like the rest of the house, the basement had been transformed into a haunted house. Sam navigated through what felt like a pop up maze, complete with cobwebs, eerie sound effects, and hidden surprises that would thrill Lola's Halloween party guests later that night. "Let's work on adding some of this fluff to the theater room Belly, to make it spooky. Here, take some," Sam said, setting Isabelle down and handing her the package. Isabelle was happy to be helping, picking up clumps of the stingy white fluff, and putting it anywhere she felt could use improvement; the seats, the cupholders, even the floor. Isabelle was having so much fun decorating with Sam, she forgot all about her little tantrum earlier that day. Isabelle lost track of time as she set her final plastic spider down on the console in front of the movie theater. "Okay guys, come back up. Dad! You should get into your costume too!" Isabelle heard Lola call from upstairs. "I've been summoned squirt, let's go. You need to get dressed as well." Sam picked Isabelle up, feeling a very soggy diaper under his hand, and carried Isabelle up the stairs with him. Isabelle was lifted into the air, happily settling herself into Sam's arm as he carried her up to the main floor. Once they made it up, Isabelle saw her mom standing there, only she looked very different. There was her mommy, standing in front of her, only she was dressed just like one of Isabelle's favorite characters; Elle. Jane had carefully chose her costume—a stunning replica of Elle's iconic ensemble from "Stunner and the Savage." Jane's white shirt featured a lapel collar, long puffy sleeves with elastic bands at the wrists. Isabelle watched with a smile as Jane worked to re-fasten the blue maid dress sporting a delicate lace hem. Jane cinched her waist with a pristine white apron with some help from Lola, just like the one Elle wore in the Savage's enchanted castle. "Mommy! You wook just wike Ewwe!" Isabelle called out from behind her pacifier, smiling at her mom's choice of dress. Isabelle couldn't help but bring her small hands together and clap, though she missed her own hands on her first attempt. Jane curtsied gracefully, her dress billowing with a touch of regal flair. "Thank you sweetie," she replied, her voice soft and Elle-like. "Didn't Lola do such a good job with mommy's hair and makeup?" w Isabelle wasn't sure if the question was directed at her, but nodded anyway. Lola stood beside her, seemingly proud of her work as well. Isabelle offered Lola a few claps as well. "Now come with mommy," Jane said, scooping Isabelle into her arms. "We need to get you changed, and then dressed." Isabelle felt as she was exchanged from Sam and into her mom's arms, who proceeded to carry her up the stairs, and into the room with the changing table. Isabelle lay down with her eyes shut. By the point, her diaper changes were fairly routine. Rather than focus much on what was happening, Isabelle closed her eyes and suckled away at the pacifier still in her mouth. She listened as her mom hummed, working to tear the sides of Isabelle's diaper, clean her up, and slide a new one underneath her. Isabelle could immediately feel that her mom had put her into one of the thick, nighttime diapers that she only ever got to wear at Lola's melting into it as her mom secured it tightly around her waist. "Okay buttercup, let's get you changed," Isabelle heard her mom say, as she was lifted on to her butt. Isabelle then felt as her mom lifted her shirt over and off her head, leaving her in nothing but her diaper. While Isabelle felt a little chilly in the air-conditioned house, she was nothing if not comfortable sitting around in nothing over than her diaper. Isabelle's mom proceeded to reach into a bag at her feet, before pulling a soft, white, collared shirt Isabelle hadn't seen before. Isabelle lifted her arms up so her mom could pull it over her, feeling as the soft fabric fell over her tummy and on to her diaper. "You're just going to love your costume sweetie, Jane explained, as she worked to get Isabelle's last arm into the arm hole. 'This is much too big!" Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom eased Isabelle back down on to her back so that she was laying on the changing table again. As Isabelle was about to question what was going on, the questions was answered for her. Isabelle felt as her mom pulled the fabric from the shirt from under her diaper and around to her front. Curious, Isabelle lifted her head just in time to watch as her mom snapped the shirt securely over her diaper, one snapping after the other, until the oversized shirt was tightly secured around her. 'That's new," Isabelle thought, as her mom reached into the bag once more. Isabelle could feel the elastic fabric morph to her body. 'It is really comfortable," Isabelle admitted to herself, feeling the soft padding of her diaper pressed against her skin. Jane proceeded to pull a pair of black leggings over Isabelle's legs, working to pull it over Isabelle's massive diaper before sitting her up. Isabelle looked down as her mom eased a pair of white socks with scalloped elastic bands on them around her feet, before feeling herself picked up and placed on the ground. "Looking so cute already!" Jane said, before taking a brush and bending down to work on Isabelle's hair. Jane quickly brushed Isabelle's blonde hair into two, long pigtails, each tumbling down off the back of her head, and falling down over her shoulders. "Let's get your detective coat on, sweetie!" Jane said, before reaching into the bag and pulling out a long coat, pulling it onto Isabelle before tying it off with the sash in front. "Perfect!" When her mom had taken her upstairs to get into her costume, Isabelle hadn't been quite sure what she was going to be dressed as. But as her mom finished pulling her coat in, Isabelle was starting to realize what it was she was going as. And, as her mom pulled out the finishing touch to her outfit;, Isabelle's face was beaming with a smile. "Imma Invepigator mommy! Invespigator! Invespigator!" Isabelle called out again and again with glee, as Jane set the plaid deerstalker hat onto Isabelle's head. Jane was smiling too, happy with how the costume turned out, and even happier that Isabelle was so thrilled. "That's right baby! An invesTIgator," Jane emphasized, correcting Isabelle though knowing full well it was too hard of a word for her baby girl. "And the most beautiful one at that," Jane added, before picking Isabelle up and bombarding her with kisses. Isabelle couldn't stop giggling as she kicked her feet from under her, before wrapping them around her mom's side. "Now let's go get some food in your tummy so we can go trick or treating baby." It wasn't long until Jane had Isabelle in her high chair, with a quick dinner whipped together. Dinner progressed quickly, though was hardly uneventful. Isabelle had thrown a little fit when her mom insisted on cutting her food and feeding her, but eventually allowed it to happen. "You'll get your outfit messy otherwise," her mom had explained. It was a reasonable explanation. About halfway through her dinner, Sam and Lola had come back down to join Isabelle and Jane as Jane was pushing another nugget into Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle chewed her food as Sam entered in his prince's outfit. He was wearing a soft white shirt that firmly pressed against his muscles. He had tall boots over his blue slacks, and was even wearing a red cape with gold trim. he looked every bit the part of Elle's perfect prince. Lola, for her part, had opted to be a cat this Halloween, something Isabelle couldn't help but laugh about. But Lola had nailed the look, wearing tight black leggings over a black body suit. Her long, thick black hair had been curled ever so slightly, and fell down over her shoulders, and held in place by a headband with two small kitty ears. She had done her makeup simply; three thick black whiskers on either side of her face, and a small black nose to boot. 'Simple, but effective," Isabelle thought to herself, as her mom stuffed nugget after nugget into her mouth. "We're going to be late if we wait much longer," Sam said to Lola, though Isabelle was not sure what about. "It's just her way. She'll be here in a second. I promised we'd -" But Lola didn't get to finish the sentence. She was cutoff by the family's loud doorbell, which echoed through the house as Jane wiped Isabelle's mouth, before lifting her out of her high chair. "I'll go get the baskets," Jane said to Sam, as she went around the kitchen table and lifted a large shoulder bag strap over her shoulder, and headed toward the living room. "I wonder who that could be?" Lola teased, tapping one finger to her chin. "Do you wanna come investigate with me, Investigator Isabelle?" Isabelle nodded, pulling the toy magnifying glass her mom had put into her coat pocket for her out. "Uh-huh! I wanna see! I wanna invespigate!" Lola smiled before taking Isabelle's hand and walking her toward the front door. Whoever it was going to be, Isabelle was going to find out. But when Lola opened the door, Isabelle could hardly believe who was standing there. It was like a dream come true. In fact, it was. The person standing before her was so familiar, and so spectacular, Isabelle could hardly believe her own eyes. Standing in front of her was none other than Seraphina. Isabelle couldn't believe the story her mother had told her was true. But here she was, standing at the front door to Lola's house. Seraphina's red curly hair tumbled down from her head, down her bare shoulders to her chest. She was wearing an emerald green tube top, that was shaped like butterfly wings. below her exposed bellybutton, Seraphina was wearing a green and blush tulle skirt that fell well above her knees. But it wasn't just her green clothes that gave her away. It was her wings. They were exactly as her mom had described them, extending far over her shoulders, the color of the sky at sunrise - soft pink and gentle lavender. She was just as beautiful as her mom had told in her story. Yet, the most amazing part about Seraphina was not what she was wearing, and it was not her wings. No, it was what she held in her hand; the Star Rod. Isabelle's mouth was agape at the beautiful and powerful fairy in front of her. 'Dani had told the truth!' Isabelle was so blown away by Seraphina's presence, she forgot entirely about why she even needed such a fairy to begin with. Lola laughed as she watched little Isabelle stand in awe in front of Dani, utterly silent, eyes popping out of her head. Lola lifted Isabelle up so she could be closer, just as Dani curtsied politely. "Well hello Isabelle! I heard you were looking for a magical fairy tonight, is that right?" Isabelle knew the answer was yes. She wanted to respond yes. She knew she was supposed to respond yes. But she couldn't respond. She was still too shocked. It was all so much that Isabelle released her bladder unwittingly into her once dry diaper. Lola, sensing Isabelle's reluctance, as well as her pee, answered for her. "Look sweetie! It's Dani! She dressed as a special magical and...." Lola looked at her friend up and down before smirking and continuing "...…scantly dressed fairy for us." Lola said, teasing her friend. 'Dani?' Isabelle felt herself question what Lola had just told her. But as she looked closer at the fairy, Isabelle realized Lola was right; it WAS Dani. 'Oh. My. God." Isabelle couldn't believe it. How could she have not realized it? She had known Dani......like forever! "But it all makes sense now," Isabelle told herself. "Dani doesn't KNOW a magical fairy.... .... ...Dani IS a magical fairy!" It was so obvious, Isabelle could hardly believe she hadn't realized sooner! 'No wonder she knew how to build a magical star rod! And knew that a magical fairy would be here tonight!' Isabelle could no longer control her excitement. "Dani!!!!" Isabelle called out loudly, as her mom and Sam approached from behind. Dani laughed, taking Isabelle from Lola. "Yes sweetie! It's me!!!" Dani responded, hugging Isabelle. "I don't think she realized who I was Lolz. That's why I am the queen of Halloween," Dani said, now speaking to her friend, the two of them chuckling. "I think you might be right," Lola responded, as Dani set Isabelle down. "Sweetie," Lola continued, speaking to Isabelle again, "Dani came over extra early so that she could go trick or treating with us! Isn't that exciting!??!" Isabelle nodded, and hugged Dani's bare legs again, squeezing her tightly, before another voice interrupted their hug "We aren't going to get any trick or treating done if we don't leave now though," Sam said, before greeting Dani. Isabelle turned back to look at Sam to see that he was seemingly diverting his gaze away from the fairy at the door the best he could. 'Hmmmm. He must be worried about her awesome powers,' Isabelle concluded. That wasn't her problem though. There were more important issues to deal with anyway - it was time to leave. Isabelle wanted some candy. ******************** Isabelle felt her plastic pumpkin trick or treat bag on her lap. It was already half way full, but Isabelle had plans to fill it to the limit before she was done. She held on tightly as she felt someone push her along in her stroller toward the next house down the block, which took longer than she had expected. Isabelle looked down at her ballet slippers feeling that they really added something special to her outfit. 'The homes in this neighborhood are so far apart,' Isabelle had remarked after a house or two. It was certainly a drawback to being in the area, but there were benefits too. 'The candy here is HUGE!' Isabelle had been the star of the show all night, and she was loving it. For the first few houses, Isabelle had been accompanied by her mom to the front door. "Twick O Tweat!" Isabelle would call out at every house from behind her pacifier, the owner's faces looking down at her beaming with smiles every time. "She is just precious!" "Aren't you just the most adorable!" "OH MY GOD SOOO CUTE!" Each time she went to a house, the owner took the time to compliment Isabelle's outfit. She felt like the very best detective there could be! More often than not, her cuteness was also handsomely rewarded with additional candy. As they moved between houses, Isabelle would watch as all the other kids ran past them or around in their costumes. There were ghosts, firefighters, and doctors. There were all sorts of animals, princesses, and even a few ladybugs. Isabelle kept looking down at her own outfit, proud of how unique it was, and how perfectly it suited her. 'Mommy got me the best costume.. After a few houses, her mom had substituted out, and instead Lola and Dani accompanied her to the front door. Even though Isabelle liked going with her mom, there was something extra special about going with Dani, and even more special about going with Lola. Lola held her hand up every walkway, and even helped her carry her plastic pumpkin when it got too heavy. There had been another advantage to walking with Lola and Dani; Isabelle could ask Dani all about her life as a fairy. "Awe you a weal faiwy Dani?" Isabelle asked in her sweet, innocent voice, her eyes wide with wonder as Dani knocked on the next door for them. Dani, with a playful wink to Lola, had long ago decided to embrace the magical moment with Isabelle. She crouched down to Isabelle's level, her wings glinting as she did. "Why, of course Belly!" Dani replied, her voice filled with enchantment. "I am indeed a REAL fairy. I've flown all the way here from the Enchanted Forest to celebrate Halloween with you." Isabelle's heart soared with excitement. She had so many questions about fairies, and she was thrilled to have the chance to speak to a real one. "Was it wike being a fairy?" Isabelle asked, her eyes shining with anticipation. Dani stood up as the door opened, trying to get Isabelle to say the magic words she was supposed to. But Isabelle was too distracted, and Lola could tell. "Belly. What do we say at the door sweetie? Look - someone wants to give you candy!" Isabelle's snapped out of her focus on Dani, turning her attention back to the home owner who was smiling down at her kindly. "Uhhh......uh.........uhhhhh........" But Isabelle had forgotten what she was supposed to say, and was starting to panic. Fortunately, Lola was there to help. "We say....Trick or........" 'Oh yah, that's right!' Isabelle thought to herself. She knew what to say; what she wanted. "TWEAT!" Isabelle called out loudly, to the satisfaction of the home owner, who smiled and placed a candy bar in her bucket. "Thank you!" Lola replied, as she took Isabelle's hand and began to walk her down the walkway, Dani flanking Isabelle's other side. Isabelle turned her attention back to Dani as they walked. Dani began to spin a whimsical tale, weaving a narrative of fairyland. She spoke of magical meadows where fairies danced among the flowers, and enchanted forests where they played hide-and-seek with forest creatures. She described the sparkling fairy dust they used to cast spells, and the powerful Star Rod she used to make wishes come true. Isabelle listened with rapt attention, her imagination soaring with each word. "Do faiwies have special powers?" she inquired, her curiosity endless, as Lola lifted her back into her stroller seat, and her mom pushed her onward. "Just a few more houses Belly, okay?" Isabelle heard her mom say. "It's getting late for you already, and Lola and Dani have friends coming over soon." Isabelle was hardly listening, however. She was too focused on Dani. Dani waited for Jane to finish before answering Isabelle, walking alongside the stroller. "Of course we do," Dani explained "Fairies have the power to make dreams come true with our Star Rods. And this Star Rod that you helped make," Dani went on, 'is the most powerful of them all. We can grant wishes and bring joy to those who believe in magic. And, those that are really good girls. Do you happen to know anyone like that?" Isabelle's heart swelled with excitement. "ME! ME! Imma goo girl! I bewieve in magic!! Can you show me some fairy magic?" Isabelle asked, her eyes gleaming.. "Hmmm..." Dani said, before the stroller stopped. Dani pretended to reach into an imaginary pouch, before sprinkling a bit of invisible fairy dust over Isabelle's head, making a wish. "There, little inves-PIgator," Dani said with a grin. "I've just granted you ONE special wish. But remember, I only have the power to grant one wish. So I want you to think long and hard about what you REALLY want, and you'll tell me later at home, okay?" Isabelle had been nothing but smiles and laughs until that moment. But when Dani mentioned that she would only be able to make one wish, Isabelle's mind went somewhere else. Somewhere more serious. Somewhere a little darker. Somewhere her mind hadn't been all day. 'I only get one crack at this. This is what I've been working toward since all of this started happening. I can undo this. I can fix it. I can......I can....... I can get what I really want........ ....But what do I want....?' The answer to the question had once been so simple. But it didn't feel that way anymore. And she was running out of time. Isabelle felt Lola lift her out of her stroller and took her hand. Isabelle reluctantly lifted her own hand, unsure if she still wanted to trick or treat. But she wasn't exactly consulted, and before she knew it, felt her little legs marching up toward the house with Lola and Dani by her side. 'Plus I can get more candy here,' Isabelle decided, snapping her mind off of more serious thoughts, and moving her little legs a little more willingly toward the front door. Just as Lola started to knock on the door, Isabelle felt something else knocking. Without thinking twice about it, Isabelle felt her little legs begin to bend, as she let go of Lola's hand and squatted down into a crouch. Isabelle could hear Dani try to cover up a laugh and a snort - though for the life of Isabelle, she had no idea why - as Isabelle pushed a load of mushy poop into her diaper, just as the door to the house opened. "Twick O....Errrrrrrrrghhhhhhhh," Isabelle grunted, pushing more mushy poop into her diaper, before standing up once more and finishing her other job. "....Tweat!" Isabelle called, offering her pumpkin basket out once more to a homeowner that Lola suspected knew exactly what had just occurred on their stoop. Lola couldn't help but laugh as the door closed after them, Isabelle without a care or concern in the world, walking back down toward her mom. "Your little girl made QUITE the impression up there Jane," Dani said, laughing as they approached. Lola watched as Jane's expression turned to one of concern, and offered some clarification. "She was perfectly behaved, to be clear. She just...uh...made a little present of her own while on their doorstep." Lola said, smiling herself. Sam quickly joined in, laughing and smiling himself. "Come here my little angel," Jane said, offering her arms out to Isabelle, before lifting her up, and taking a sniff herself to confirm. "Oh yes you did make a little present sweetie," Jane remarked, backing her own face off of the very large and smelly mess Isabelle had made. Isabelle remained unphased. "It was getting late anyway. Let's get her home and ready for bed," Jane said to Sam, before placing Isabelle down into the stroller, her mess happily squishing under her. "Come sweetie. Mommy is going to take you home and change you. And then you can stay up for a little bit with Lola and Dani before bedtime." Isabelle nodded, though in truth she didn't feel much like being changed.

If you enjoy my writing then please consider subscribing to my Patreon. You will get access to early releases to all of my stories, access to exclusive stories and post and it will help me continue to keep writing. I really appreciate your support. Thank you www.patreon.com/BacktoBabyhood Chapter 16 Mikey couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach as he watched Alison methodically arrange the nappies on the shelf. The sight of them, row upon row, was a stark reminder of his new predicament. Each pack seemed to mock him, their presence a constant reminder of his vulnerability and dependence. His heart sank even further as he realised that his nappies would be in plain sight whenever someone entered his room. How could he ever invite a friend over again? The thought of his friends seeing his room sent a wave of humiliation crashing over him. Alison, undeterred by his inner turmoil, continued with her task, carefully organising the remaining nappies. Mikey's sisters, intrigued by the commotion, peeked into his room and burst into laughter at the sight of his new nappies. Their taunting voices echoed in his ears, amplifying his shame and embarrassment. Distracted by the antics of his sisters, Katie and Lucy, Mikey's focus was drawn away. In the background, Alison seized the opportunity to unfold a nappy and discreetly place it on his bed, all the while keeping her movements shielded from his diverted attention. Mikey's eyes widened in surprise as Alison's firm voice announced. "Mikey, we need to pick up some baby powder from the store. And you're coming with me." “Do I have to?” Mikey asked. While he was reluctant to be seen buying baby powder, it was not a prospect that concerned him too much, as baby powder was used for a variety of purposes and therefore it was not an unusual purchase for an adult to make. Alison responded to Mikey's question with a straightforward, no-nonsense tone. "And who do you think will be needing the baby powder?" she queried with a hint of sarcasm. “Me.” Mikey reluctantly answered “Well then, you better come. And one more thing…” “What?” Mikey replied nervously, knowing that it was unlikely to be a good thing. “As punishment for your behaviour earlier, I have decided that you’ll be wearing a nappy to the store. That will teach you to lie like a toddler.” A shiver ran down Mikey's spine as the weight of her words settled upon him. The thought of venturing outside in a nappy, exposed and vulnerable, sent waves of embarrassment coursing through his veins. Desperation coloured his voice as he pleaded with his mother, hoping for a glimmer of mercy. "Please, don't make me go out in a nappy.." Alison's expression remained stoic, her resolve unyielding. With an unwavering tone, she responded, "Mikey, this is not up for debate. You need to learn that your actions have consequences, and wearing a nappy in public is a part of your punishment for lying like a toddler. If you behave during the trip, that will be the end of your punishment." Mikey's heart sank as he realised the futility of his protests. The walls of his world closed in, leaving him with a sense of powerlessness and resignation. Fear mingled with defiance in his eyes as he implored, "Please, I can't go out like this. Anything but this…" Alison's gaze bore into his, her tone resolute. "Mikey, you have no choice in the matter. This is the consequence of your actions, and you will face it like a big boy." Her words mocked him while the finality in her voice extinguished any flicker of hope that remained that he could win her round. The old Michael would have told her to **** off and that there was no chance in hell that he would do it but the new Mikey was different. He had no fight left. He had been ground down and knew he wouldn’t win. It was easier to just accept his fate now. As Mikey searched for words to express his distress, his sisters watched the unfolding drama from a distance, their curiosity piqued by the intense exchange between their brother and mother. They exchanged glances, their eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and anticipation, eager to witness the spectacle that awaited. Desperation etched across his face, Mikey turned his attention back to Alison and begged one final time. "Can't you reconsider? Please, I'll do anything else. Just don't make me wear a nappy to the store. Not in public. Pleassssssseeeeeeee" Alison's expression softened, her voice laced with a false compassion. "Mikey, the decision has been made. You need to learn the consequences of your actions. This outing is an opportunity for you to understand the impact of your choices." Alison's final words hung in the air, echoing with a cruel certainty. "There is no point arguing. You have no choice, Mikey. This is happening." Of course this outing was not just about punishment. It was a calculated step of her hidden ploy to gradually introduce him to the idea of daytime nappies full-time, a reality that loomed ever closer with each passing day. A sense of resignation settled over Mikey as he realised the futility of his pleas. Defeat washed over him, his shoulders slumping in acceptance of his impending fate and his rapidly distant dreams of a normal teenage life. He reluctantly complied with his step-mother's demand and followed Alison to his bed. His eyes widened as he saw the nappy laid out ready for him. Alison's hands moved with practised ease as she expertly pinned the nappy around Mikey's waist, the sound of the tapes securing it sending an unsettling shiver down his spine. It had become an all-too-familiar routine, a ritual that stripped him of his independence and reduced him to a vulnerable state. The padlock securing his plastic pants only confirmed the control his step-mom now held over him. With the nappy snugly in place, Alison's attention turned to selecting Mikey's outfit for the outing. A sinister smile played upon her lips as she rummaged through his wardrobe, her eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “What are you doing?” Mikey asked, still lying on the bed in just a nappy. “I’m finding you some clothes. And don’t even think about arguing with me about what I choose. I decide. If you lie like a toddler then you lose the right to act like a big boy.” she said with a sense of determination that left no room for doubt. She deliberately chose a pair of shorts, taking advantage of the sweltering heat, knowing that the abbreviated garment would leave little room for concealment. And to further his helplessness, she opted for a tight t-shirt that rode up with the slightest movement, exposing the nappy that now encased him. As Mikey reluctantly pulled on the shorts, he couldn't help but notice how they clung to his body, accentuating the bulge between his legs. He tugged at the fabric, attempting in vain to conceal the unmistakable outline of the nappy beneath. His efforts were futile, for no matter how hard he tried, the evidence of his infantile attire would be impossible to miss. Alison's voice pierced through the air, her tone laced with a calculated cruelty. "There we go, Mikey. Now everyone will see what a big boy you truly are." Mikey's face flushed with embarrassment, his cheeks burning hot with humiliation. He had been a teenager on the cusp of independence, but now he resembled nothing more than an overgrown toddler, paraded before the world in this babyish outfit. As he made his way towards the door, the weight of his nappy and the shame it carried seemed to bear down upon him, making each step a struggle. His sisters, Katie and Lucy, stood nearby, their eyes widening with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. Their laughter echoed in the room as they caught sight of Mikey's transformed appearance. "Look at Mikey!" Katie exclaimed between giggles. "He's dressed like a big baby!" "Are you really going out in public like that?" one of his sisters jeered, unable to contain her amusement. Alison's response was swift and uncompromising. "Yes, he is," she stated, her voice laced with determination. "He needs to learn the consequences of his actions." Lucy joined in, unable to contain her mirth. "Yeah, a big baby going to the store!" "Can we come too?" they chimed in unison, eager to witness Mikey's embarrassment firsthand. Alison nodded, allowing a mischievous grin to play on her lips. "Of course, my darlings. It's going to be quite the family outing." Mikey's head hung low, his shoulders slumped under the weight of their mockery. He felt the gaze of his sisters and the weight of his mother's expectations, their eyes like judgmental spotlights highlighting his vulnerability. With a heavy sigh, Mikey took a deep breath, summoning whatever fragments of courage remained within him. He pushed open the door, stepping out into the world that awaited him, looking like an overgrown toddler caught in a merciless game of humiliation and control. Alison surveyed her handiwork, a hint of satisfaction playing at the corners of her lips. She had orchestrated this elaborate charade, carefully crafting each step to further her hidden agenda. It was only the beginning, the first step in her plan to reintroduce Mikey to daytime nappies. Emerging from the house, her eyes tracked her stepson's toddler-like shuffle towards the car. She wore a satisfied smile, her mind humming with anticipation and brimming with the thought that this was merely the beginning of what was to come…

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 58 The morning was sweet. It was the only word that could capture the day as the sun's gentle rays tiptoed through the curtains of Isabelle's room, painting her room in the crisp, golden light of the autumn day. The morning air was fresh, carrying the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of a new day to Isabelle's flickering nostrils. The horizon, previously shrouded in the deepest blues and purples, had slowly transformed over the last hour to a bright orange, wisps of pink, and gold in the sky. Outside, the cool breeze whispered through the colorful trees, rustling the changing leaves that did their best to cling to their branches for just a few more weeks, not ready to join their brothers and sisters who had created a quilt of colors beneath their boughs. As the world came alive, so did Isabelle. With a wide yawn and a stretch that reached to the far corners of her crib, Isabelle greeted the day with a sleepy smile. Isabelle was surprised as her mouth opened, realizing that something had fallen out as she yawned. Isabelle blinked, and looked directly in front of her, where a large pacifier had tumbled out of her mouth. 'Where.......where did that come from?' Isabelle wondered. 'I don't remember sleeping with a paci.....' But Isabelle felt herself missing it, felt like her mouth was too empty. Isabelle quickly returned it to her mouth, content to suckle at the nipple and feeling better again. Isabelle lifted her head, and reached her arms out to search for Rabbity, clutching her bunny against her body. Isabelle rolled her body to her right, so that she was facing her dollhouse and changing table, staples of her room that she could no longer envision not being where they were. With her free left hand, Isabelle wrapped her fingers around one of the bars to her crib, using it to balance herself as she stood up against the heavy weight of her soggy diaper. Isabelle rubbed her eyes as the room came into focus; her room, where she felt safe and sound. Today, like everyday, was another special day for Isabelle—a day filled with excitement and adventure. Soon, she would be in her mom's embrace, her scent, her warmth fueling Isabelle's morning. Then, Isabelle would get to go to daycare, where she would spend her day with her friends, playing, laughing, and learning. 'After that? Who knows? And more importantly, who cares?" It was all going to be fine, Isabelle assured herself. 'Better than fine. Perfect.' Just as she was finishing her thought, Isabelle's attention was directed toward her bedroom door creaking open. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she saw her mom step into the empty space that her door once occupied. Jane was smiling at Isabelle, her joy, her little daughter And Isabelle was smiling back. Isabelle didn't reflect on it often, it being her mom and all, but Isabelle couldn't help but appreciate how beautiful her mom looked in the morning light. Even as Jane greeted Isabelle and made her way toward her, Isabelle didn't hear what her mom was saying. Instead, Isabelle was focused on her mom's fading blonde hair, gently curling at the end on her shoulders. Isabelle was looking into her mom's brown eyes, catching glimpses of the green in their centers as the light caught them at the right angle. Isabelle was distracted by her mom's figure, her hips shifting under her mom's short, black nightie with each step she took. Isabelle smiled underneath her pacifier as her mom picked Isabelle up and our of her crib, holding her close in the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle shut her eyes and was dazed by her mom's scent once more, inhaling deeply through her nose as it found it's way into her mom's clavicle, drool from underneath Isabelle's pacifier dripping down against her mom's bare skin. Isabelle felt comfort as she squeezed her legs around her mom, feeling her mom's hand secure Isabelle under her wet diaper. And then Isabelle heard her mom's voice. "Good morning my sweet baby!" And Isabelle melted further into her mom, continuing to nurse at her pacifier, and nuzzling her face into her mom's neck. "Oh my! Someone is feeling very affectionate this morning,' Jane replied pressing her lips against her daughter's golden hair. "Is someone excited to get their day started?" Jane asked rhetorically, as she carried Isabelle around her crib. Isabelle nodded into her mom, not yet ready to open her eyes again, as she waited to be set down on her changing table. Isabelle's morning change was a routine Isabelle had not just gotten used to, but relished. Isabelle looked forward to her mom's touch as she removed her soiled diapers. Isabelle looked forward to the intimacy that existed between just the two of them, as Isabelle starred up at her mom' relinquishing all control to her. Isabelle looked forward to the mixture of scent between her diapers, wipes, lotion and powder, as they wafted through the air. And Isabelle looked forward to being put into a fresh diaper to start her day, knowing that at some point, her mom would be there to change it once more. It was one of the best parts of her day. .... But for some reason, it didn't seem to be happening that morning. Isabelle began to feel a slight sense of anxiety that it was taking so long to be laid down on her changing table. Isabelle's eyes widened, concerned that her mom might have forgotten to change her. 'And I may be right!' Isabelle confirmed for herself, as she lifted her head over her mom's shoulder, spotting her changing table in the distance. Rather than approaching her changing table though, her mom seemed to be carrying Isabelle further away. 'Wha...... Wha..........Where is mommy taking me?' Isabelle wondered. Isabelle began to fidget and whine, her anxiety growing into a slight panic. "Mmmmmmmphmmmmmph" Isabelle whining only had the effect of causing her mom to lightly pat her back, before settling her hand on Isabelle's back and running it gently counterclockwise. Isabelle felt her stomach begin to churn, as she felt her mom continue to move further from the changing table, toward the far corner of her room where her pile of stuffed animals were. Isabelle was about to turn her head to see where her mom was taking her when her mom suddenly turned for her, altering Isabelle's point of view so that she was now starring into the back corner of her room. Isabelle had only a moment before her perspective was changed again. But it was enough time for Isabelle to see her pile of stuffed animals still there, even if they were shifted further back against the wall. It was another object, however, that stood out to Isabelle. This one foreign to her room. Isabelle felt as her mom lowered herself, and Isabelle together, into the foreign object, which began to slowly sway back and forth. Isabelle was startled by the motion, and instinctively whined again from behind her pacifier, this time louder than the first. "MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHMMMMMPHHH" But it was nothing to be frightened of in the end. It was simply a rocking chair. "Shhhh, Shhhh, Shhhh, I know sweetie. Mommy knows." Isabelle heard her mom coo, as she shifted Isabelle on to her lap. Isabelle felt as her diaper squished against her mom's leg's the soft silk of her mom's nightie caressing her neck. Isabelle was glad to be starring up at her mom, and have her mom starring back down at her. Isabelle's concern, however, was simple: she didn't understand why this exact moment wasn't being done on her changing table. 'Why are we here instead?' Isabelle couldn't help but voice her confusion once more, whining again, though far more calmly and quietly than she had before from behind her pacifier. "mmmphmmmph" "Shhhhhhshhh. Mommy knows you're hungry. Give me one second Belly," Jane repeated, settling further into the rocking chair as she held Isabelle firmly with her right arm. Isabelle had managed to calm herself down at that point, but what happened next was simply unexpected. Had you given Isabelle a hundred guesses, she would not have been able to correctly guess what happened next. But happen it did. As Jane continued to warmly smile down at Isabelle, Isabelle tracked her mom's left arm as it moved across her body toward Isabelle, and up to the spaghetti strap on her mom's right shoulder. Isabelle watched, as though it was in slow motion, as her mom shifted the strap holding up the black nightie off of her right shoulder above Isabelle's head. Isabelle's eyes grew, grew, and grew some more as the strap moved closer, closer, and closer to the edge of her mom's shoulder. Until it slipped off. Jane didn't stop there, however. Isabelle watched as her mommy worked the once stable strap down over and around her elbow. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger. Still, Isabelle was oblivious as to what was happening. It was simply the shock of the situation. Isabelle's eyes darted back to her mom's face, as though she expected her mom to be surprised as to what was happening. But Jane was still smiling down at Isabelle. 'Despite...whatever the heck she's doing....it's still so comforting to just stare back at her.' Isabelle's eyes moved back toward her mom's right shoulder though, just in time to watch as her mom pulled her arm loose from the strap. And suddenly, Isabelle knew what would happen next. Yet it was still a shock as it did. Isabelle watched as the right side of her mom's nightie fell loose, revealing... 'Oh my god!' It was all Isabelle could think at first. "Mom's boob is....is....is...HUGE!' Isabelle was startled at the mere sight of it, causing her to whimper unexpectedly, releasing some pee into her diaper. 'Has...it.......it always been that big?' Isabelle wondered, unsure what else she should be thinking of in that moment. Isabelle's eyes returned to her mom's face, as though to warn her mom that her top had fallen off. But Jane was still just smiling at Isabelle. "Shhhh sweetie. Here you go," Jane said, as she pulled Isabelle's pacifier out from her mouth, placing it down at her side, before returning her free arm to Isabelle and easing her up. Until that moment, Isabelle truly had not considered what might be happening. Until that moment, the best Isabelle could figure out was that her mom simply wanted to rock with Isabelle in the chair. Until that moment, everything that seemed to be happening with her mom's nightie was an accident, was unintentional, was just......just............just........ Isabelle's heart began racing, as it seemed she was being lifted glacially toward her mom's large, exposed breast. Isabelle's stomach began to churn, her mind race, as her mom lifted her closer toward the erect nipple pointing toward her. 'Am I really about to do......THIS?!?!' Isabelle could hardly fathom what was happening. The diapers? 'Okay, I got used to those.' The crib? 'Fine, it wasn't so bad. It was...safe.' The car seat? The stroller? Even the high chair? 'All those were manageable...they were......they weren't.........well they weren't this!' Isabelle's mind was digesting, fighting, debating, all of it as her mom continued to lift her, continued to smile down at her. Isabelle's eyes grew even larger, as she watched a bead of liquid seemed to form at the very edge of her mom's nipple, desperate, longing to fall free. Isabelle knew if she was going to act, she would need to act fast. 'To decide. To figure this out. To......To.....To.....' Whether it was her mom, her own body, or anything else, Isabelle never got to decide. Or maybe she did after all. All Isabelle knew for certain was what happened next. Isabelle felt her cheek gently make contact with her mom's warm, soft breast, as Jane lifted Isabelle up just once more. Isbaelle felt her face melt into her mom's flesh, the soft skin, inviting. Isabelle nuzzled her cheek against it, as she shut her eyes, wanting nothing more than for her mom to hold her firmly in that place forever. Isabelle felt as her mom shifted ever so slightly, her nipple brushing over her Isabelle's upper lip, tracing it from left to right, before doing the same on her bottom lip. Isabelle felt as she wonderingly, willingly, and wantingly parted her lips to welcome the nipple into the warmth of her mouth. Isabelle felt as her lips widened, opening up to accept more of her mother's breast into her mouth. engulfing her every sense. Isabelle felt as her tongue delicately, delightfully, and then deliciously played with the nipple in her mouth, at it began to release the sweetest nectar Isabelle had ever tested, drop by drop, onto the buds of her tongue. It was all Isabelle could handle, as she became feverish for more. Instinct took over, and Isabelle no longer questioned what she ought to do. There was no more fighting or debating; there was only digesting, and not in the same way she had before. Isabelle suckled deeply at her mom's breast, wave after wave of milk flowing into her mouth and down her throat. Isabelle couldn't get enough of it, as her mom held her head in place, rocking slowly, back and forth, in her chair. She wanted more. Needed more. "Easy there sweetie....shhhhhh..........there is plenty for you...shhhhhhh slow sweetie....slow...." Isabelle heard her mom say delicately, and responded in turn, getting into a steadier rhythm as she felt the warmth of her mom's breast and body around her. Isabelle suckled and suckled, until the flow seemed to slow. Just as she was about to work harder, she felt an object interfere; her mom's finger breaking the seal Isabelle had formed around her mom's nipple. Isabelle felt herself pulled away, spoting the wet, round saliva mark Isabelle had left behind. 'More,' Isabelle thought, whining again. 'I need......Want....Want more. Isabelle didn't have to wait long, as she watched her mom repeat the process she had earlier, this time freeing her left arm from its strap, letting her nightie simply fall off her breasts entirely. Isabelle didn't hesitate this time, practically lunging for her mom's newly freed nipple, and resuming the rhythm she had gotten into the first time around. "What a good eater you're being this morning! And here mommy thought you were ready to wean down to nighttime feedings only! Maybe we'll have to wait on that for now....." Isabelle heard her mom say, though in reality, she wasn't listening to any of it. All she knew was the milk and her mother's touch, as Jane stroked Isabelle's hair as she fed. Isabelle opened her eyes as she was nursing, to find that her mommy was starring right back down at her, the smile never having left her face. Isabelle never wanted to let go of that moment. She had never felt closer to her mom. It wasn't about the milk, though it was delicious. It wasn't about the contact, though it was warm and soft. It wasn't about her mom's smile, though it was perfect. It was a bonding moment that couldn't be put into words, so Isabelle didn't bother trying. Isabelle just starred back at her mom until she emptied her second breast, vulnerable, happy, perfect. "Let's get some solids in your tummy too my love,' Jane said, as she shifted Isabelle on to her shoulder and started patting her back. "And then we can get ready for preschool." **************************************** "How was she today?" Jane held Isabelle up as she spoke with Miss Deena, signing Isabelle out of preschool for the day. "She was good. She's doing a good job working on her letters and numbers. I know you were worried it was a little early to take her out of daycare Jane. But I really do think it was the right decision. She's flourishing. And she's so cute playing with Julia. The two of them are always chasing Becky around, trying to keep up with her!" Jane smiled. It had been a difficult decision to move from daycare to preschool so quick. It was heartening to hear that her teacher felt it was a good one. "Well, she'll be yours for a couple of years then it seems, hopefully not ALL of them in diapers' Jane replied, affirming that she would indeed keep Isabelle there. "This little nugget has a big afternoon and night ahead of her though, Jane said, bouncing Isabelle on her hip. "We'll see you Monday. Have a great weekend." Isabelle felt herself placed into her stroller outside of the classroom, as her mom started pushing her toward the car. "We have to make an exciting stop today sweetie," Jane explained, as she turned the stroller around and backed out of the door to the preschool. "Lola needs a lift home from school today. If we're lucky, we may even catch the end of her ballet practice." Isabelle giggled and clapped as her mom lifted her out of the stroller, and placed her into her car seat. Jane buckled Isabelle in, and handed her a bottle filled with apple juice, before closing the door. Isabelle immediately put the bottle's nipple to her mouth, mimicking the motions she had used that morning on her mom's breasts to get the juice out. Isabelle barely felt as the car started moving toward the high school. Just as Isabelle began sucking air out of her bottle, she again found herself being unbuckled from her car seat. Isabelle felt as her mom slipped a finger into the front of her diaper, unconcerned for whatever she might be checking for. "Wet, but I think you can hold on until we're home," Jane said, speaking to herself, as she lifted Isabelle, and re-buckled her into her stroller. Isabelle observed the world around her as her mom pushed her toward the front entrance of the high school. The campus was quiet, classes still in session. But even empty as they were, the school felt familiar, yet entirely foreign to Isabelle. As Jane backed the stroller in through the front door, it hardly occurred to Isabelle that it had only been a few months since she had been walking through those same doors on her own two feet. Jane pushed the stroller through the main hall slowly, unsure of where she was supposed to go. 'I've never been in here before,' Jane noted for herself. Yet, Jane was feeling much the same as Isabelle, only the opposite. The school felt foreign, yet entirely familiar to Jane. 'For some reason.....I think this way?' Jane thought to herself, making a right turn at the first hallway and proceeding with an inexplicable confidence toward the dance auditorium. Jane weaved her way through the complex school feeling lost, yet at the same time confident about where she was going. As she rounded a final turn, Jane couldn't help but exclaim. "There you go! Knew I would find it!" And she did know. Jane just wasn't sure why she knew. Isabelle watched as her mom pushed her toward two massive auditorium doors. Just before they reached them. however, her mom stopped the stroller, and bent down next to her. "Sweetie. I need you to promise to be really quiet when were inside, okay? Lola is still practicing, and we have to be quiet so the teachers can do their job. Promise me Isabelle, okay? Or else we are going to have to wait outside!" Isabelle nodded. "I pwomise mommy!" Isabelle really did intend to be good. She wanted nothing more than to watch Lola dance. "Okay sweetie. Here," Jane said, reaching under the stroller into one of the stroller compartments, pulling something out. "Take your paci when we're inside." Jane didn't wait for a response, pushing the pacifier toward Isabelle's opening mouth. Isabelle accepted it without question, and started suckling away contently. As quietly as possible, Jane pried the door open to the auditorium. Jane could hear music, and was certain class was very much still in session. Without opening the door any more than she needed to, Jane quietly backed Isabelle into the auditorium, before silently letting the door close behind her. The auditorium was dark, the only lights on being the small ones up and down the orchestra level seating, and the lights on stage. Jane was grateful the walkways were all carpeted, the stroller moving silently down the rows as Jane pushed it. There were few other people in the audience; maybe a handful of parents and students spectating. Jane pushed the stroller down as far as she was willing, about 12 or so rows up, before kicking the break out and sitting in one of the aisle seats next to Isabelle. "Be very quiet," Jane whispered, as teacher sitting at a table below and in front of the stage paused the music and began barking instructions. The teacher, a woman, was small, but she commanded the room. Jane noticed how the dancers on stage seemed terrified of her, as they responded in unison to her direction. "Yes Ms. Smith." Jane wasn't sure who Miss Smith was, but she didn't want to mess with her. Jane scanned the stage until she spotted Lola, on the far side, near the front. "Look Belly," Jane whispered as the music played, pointing to where Lola was standing. "There's Lola. Do you see her?" Isabelle followed her mom's finger, trying to find Lola, but struggled. The dancers were all moving so fast, and between them her mom's finger moving so quick, Isabelle couldn't keep track. Isabelle shook her head no. "can' see mommy!" Isabelle mumbled, a little too loudly, through her pacifier. 'Shhhhhh baby. Come here," Jane said, silently unbuckling Isabelle, and lifting her daughter up in her arms. "Look where mommy is pointing. Look right there. Lola is right in front of us now." Isabelle followed her mom's finger and this time, luckily found Lola. Isabelle nodded her head as she continued to suck on her pacifier, smiling that she found her friend. 'Lola looks beautiful', Isabelle thought, as she watched her go en pointe and twirl toward the center of stage. Lola's perfectly pinned up black hair shone under the spotlight, as she turned and diverted behind the center stage dancer, who captured Isabelle's attention too. "And look! There's Dani too! Right in the middle sweetie. Do you see her? Do you see her too?" Isabelle heard her mom whisper, as she bounced Isabelle up and down lightly to keep her entertained. Isabelle nodded again. Nodded and suckled. Isabelle watched silently as the dancers moved beautifully through their choreography, her attention planted squarely on Lola or Dani the entire time. It was a masterpiece, Isabelle thought, and the work all the dancers had put in was evident in the production. Isabelle could scarcely believe the show was in such great shape already. Slowly, Isabelle forgot where she was. She was enchanted by the dancing so much so, that she had forgotten her mom's instructions. It wasn't that she was trying to misbehave; she had simply forgotten her promise. So it was, that when the music stopped, and Ms. Smith was preparing to give criticism, that Isabelle interrupted the class. 'YAY LOLA!" Isabelle called out, clapping her hands loudly, as her pacifier fall to the ground. Isabelle thought the performance deserved an applause. Jane couldn't move quickly enough to stop the clapping, or Isabelle practically screaming for Lola. Jane only managed to stop the noise after several loud hand smacks echoed through the auditorium. "Belly! No!" Jane whispered, though the damage had already been done. Jane was mortified as a stern, and angry looking Ms. Smith, turned her attention directly toward Jane, who had gone beet red of embarrassment. Jane was about to utter a desperate apology, when she was cut off. "Sorry, Ms. Smith," Lola could be heard loudly calling from the stage over the laughter of her classmates. Though Ms. Smith was not entertained by the interruption, the twelfth grade students certainly thought Isabelle's antics were a riot. Mis. Smith's gaze diverted from Jane to Lola, waiting for an explanation. "That was just my - " Lola wasn't quite sure how to finish the sentence. Ms. Smith was not one who cared for prolonged explanations generally, let alone familial connections. Or prolonged conversation of any sort. What was Lola supposed to say? 'Sorry, that was my dad's girlfriend's daughter?' Of course not. 'Not to mention it would hardly describe how I feel about Isabelle. And Jane.' Lola knew how she wanted to finish the sentence. 'God I hope this doesn't make Jane uncomfortable," Lola thought, preparing herself. " - that was just my...my..... ....my baby sister, Ms. Smith. She'll be quiet. I promise." Lola announced, the whole auditorium hearing her loud and clear. Jane had been distracted locating and cleaning Isabelle's pacifier when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze. Isabelle had been starring at Lola, proud of how well she danced, when she heard Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith. It caused her to freeze too. Dani had been starring at Lola from the center of the stage as well, curious what Lola's explanation to Ms. Smith would be. It caused her to freeze as well. Ms. Smith had been starring at Lola from her seat, waiting for an explanation. Ms. Smith seemingly froze as well, for what felt like a full minute, before responding. "See to it. Let's call that a day then." Ms. Smith then closed her notebook, and promptly left the auditorium at the front. Jane, Isabelle, Dani, and Lola each exhaled, each processing a ton of thoughts on their own from the interaction. All of them good. ************************************* Isabelle giggled as she bounced up and down on Sam's lap on the couch in Jess and John's living room. Sam had been pretending that he and Isabelle were on a roller coaster together as John sat on the floor next to Becky, handing her crayons as she colored. Isabelle couldn't stop laughing as she and John ascended the coaster before the big drop Isabelle knew was about to come. After a playful car ride home with Lola, Lola kissed Isabelle goodbye before being replaced in the front seat by Sam. "Lola has her own sleepover tonight sweetie. You'll see her tomorrow. She's going to take you trick or treating." Jane had explained when Isabelle started to cry as Lola left. Isabelle managed to stop short of the worst of it, and it helped when Sam got in the car and started to be silly with her as they drove to Jess's house for Isabelle's sleepover. "Bumpy, bumpy, bumpy bump. Up we go Isabelle," Sam chanted playfully, as the excitement built up in Isabelle's body. In her mind, she wasn't ever even in John's living room - she was really on the coaster, sitting on Sam's lap, having a great time. Sam reached to the side, picking up his cocktail and taking a sip, before setting it back down. "Here. We..........Go!" Sam announced, before wrapping his arms around Isabelle tightly, and bending forward, pretending to zoom down the decline. "LEFT!" Sam called, throwing his body - and Isabelle's - on the couch to the left. "RIGHT!" Sam called out quickly, repeating the process to the other side. Isabelle couldn't help but shout her contentment, screaming joyfully in the house for all to hear. Sam continued the process until the "coaster" came to a stop, and Sam sat back up on the couch. "Thank you for riding the Sam Express. Please exit the ride in an orderly fashion." Sam announced, before picking Isabelle up, and placing her feet down on the carpet in front of her. Isabelle was still giggling when Sam placed her down. She hadn't however, considered how dizzy she was from all the movement on the "coaster." As soon as she took one step forward, Isabelle felt herself lose her balance, spinning and falling onto her cushioned bottom, causing her to laugh even more. 'Again! Again!" Isabelle called out, reaching up for Sam and kicking her legs in the air happily. Sam took another large sip of his drink, before picking Isabelle up, and sitting her on his lap facing him. Isabelle instinctively wrapped her legs around either side of Sam's waist, as he booped her on the nose. "Another time sweetie. Your mommy is coming down any second now, and we don't have time to go on another ride tonight. Soon, I promise! Sam said, reaching out a pinky for Isabelle. Isabelle knew this contract; it was unbreakable. And so she nodded, and gave Sam a pinky back, wrapping them around each other to form an unbreakable deal. "Deal!" Isabelle said, as she flopped the upper half of her body down, hanging upside down between Sam's legs, and starring at whatever cartoon was on the TV. "Eric is all fed," Isabelle heard someone say as they entered the room. It was Mel, of course. Isabelle had been so happy to hear Mel would be babysitting again when her mom told her. When she saw Mel at the door, Isabelle ran up to her and jumped into her arms, giving her a great, big hug "MEL!" The night was sure to be entertaining with Mel in charge. 'Thanks Melanie," John said. "I'll take him up to his mom so she can finish feeding him, and then well be out of your hair." John said, taking Eric from Mel and carrying him toward the stairs. As John was about to go up, Jane started to come down, and so John waited. "Oh good. Jess was just asking for him," Jane said, as she made her way down past John. "And who is it that's been screaming down here all night then?" Jane asked sarcastically, as she leaned over the back of the couch and kissed Sam. "Couldn't have been my Belly, could it have been hun?" Jane asked Sam, continuing to play the joke. "I'm preeettty sure I raised a sweet girl, not an animal!" Jane said, turning to Isabelle and smiling. Isabelle could only giggle. "I'm an ANIMAL mommy! RAWR!" Isabelle called out, releasing her legs and pretending to be a lion. Becky dropped her crayon and decided to play along, pretending her hands were claws and crawling around with Isabelle on the floor, Isabelle's diaper showing prominently through her leggings as she did. 'Oh my! Well lets get all those animal behaviors out, since you both promised to be good girls for Melanie tonight, right?" Isabelle and Becky both stopped their game to nod and confirm they would be good. "Yes Jane," Becky said, as she stood up from playing the silly game and walked around the couch. "Jane! Jane!" Becky repeated, tugging at Jane's shirt, causing it to fall out of place. 'What is it sweetie?" Jane responded patiently, as she backed Becky up and tried to fix her top. "Look Jane!" Becky repeated, before reaching down with her hands and pulling her dress all the way up to her chest. "Look! I'm wearing big girl panties Jane!" Becky announced proudly, showing off her pink, cotton panties for the whole room, and perhaps even neighbors, to see. Jane, Sam, and Mel all laughed, as Mel approached Becky and pulled her dress back down. "We see Becky. But big girls don't pull their dresses up and show their panties to everyone," Mel said, flattening her dress out. "Even if we are all VERY proud of you." It had been a proud moment for Becky. She hadn't had an accident in over a week, and had fulfilled her end of the deal to earn her big girl panties. "I'm sure she will still have an accident here or there," Jess had explained to Jane after drop off that morning. "But I'm glad I'm down to just one in diapers full time." "That's amazing!" Jane had said. "Hopefully she can be a good influence for Isabelle. Belly is always wanting to be more like her. Hopefully, fingers crossed, this is something else she'll want to do." Jane had serious doubts they were close to that, however. Moreover, she wasn't sure she was quite ready for Belly to potty train either. "Okay!" Jess announced, as she descended the stairs with John in tow, carrying Eric. "Let's get going! Becky, come say goodbye to mommy and daddy." Jess announced as her heels hit the ground floor. Sam stood up, picking up his cocktail and finishing it off, before going to the kitchen to set it in the sink. Becky ran over to her mom and dad, giving them each a hug as they bent over to say goodbye. John then handed Eric over to Mel. Isabelle ran over to her mom as well, just as Sam returned from the kitchen. With one free hand, Isabelle reached out to Sam as well, wanting to hug them both goodbye, just like Becky got to. Sam smiled a more meaningful smile than Isabelle could understand, before coming over and hugging Isabelle goodbye as well. "I've got them, don't worry." Mel said confidently. "We know," Jane replied. "I set everything up in Becky's room so that its easy for you to just put her down later," Jane explained, as she stood up from hugging Isabelle. "When your friends come over later, just be sure to lock the door, okay?" Jess reminded Mel. Mel nodded, affirming she understood, and waved goodbye as the four parents left for their double date, closing the door behind them. "Okay girls," Mel said enthusiastically, as she walked over to Eric's bouncer. "Let's get you fed dinner. It's almost 6:45 already. I'm sure you're starving!" Mel announced, as she set Eric down. Isabelle nodded. She was in fact, very hungry. The evening progressed much as Isabelle expected; wonderfully. After adjusting Eric's highchair for Isabelle, Mel hoisted Isabelle into place, locking the tray in front of her. The highchair was a little uncomfortable, and Isabelle felt herself wishing she was in her highchair from Lola's house. After setting down a bowl of tomato soup and grilled cheese for Becky at the table, Mel brought soup over to Isabelle in a smaller plastic bowl, and a grilled cheese that had already been cut up in a grid for her. Isabelle made quite the mess out of dinner, using her hands to dunk her grilled cheese pieces directly into her soup. It was, despite the mess, delicious, and Isabelle was content when Mel brought her another half of cut up sandwich to eat. Though Isabelle had no more soup in her bowl, there was plenty on her tray and face she happily used to dunk her extra half of sandwich in. After dinner, and after a thorough washing of Isabelle's face, Mel carried Isabelle into the living room, and sat her down on the couch. Becky took the opportunity to go to the potty on her own, proudly announcing so to Mel, Isabelle, and Eric. 'That's a big girl!" Mel said, applauding Becky as she returned explaining that she had washed her hands too all by herself. Isabelle clapped as well, as she obliviously released another warm stream of pee into her already soggy diaper. "Okay girls. I am going to put on a movie for you to watch before bed. I need you to be good while I take Eric upstairs and put him to bed, okay?" Isabelle and Becky nodded, as Mel cycled through Getflix until Becky and Isabelle both agreed on a movie about a green dog from New Zealand called "Greenie!" Isabelle hopped off the couch so she could lay on her stomach on the carpet, as Mel disappeared with Eric upstairs. Isabelle and Becky were lost in the fun of the movie, listening to Greenie's silly accent, and laughing at all the curious situations he got himself into. Isabelle let her head rest in her hands, as she planted her elbows into the carpet, and let her feel flail out behind her. It wasn't long before Mel returned, patting Isabelle on the head, before taking a spot next to Becky on the couch, who cuddled up against Mel. About halfway through the movie, Isabelle felt a familiar feeling, and didn't hesitate to resolve it. As Mel texted away on her phone, Isabelle lifted her butt up in the air slightly, her diaper already sagging as she did. Isabelle then gave her bowels a big push, releasing her poopy load into her diaper. Isabelle gave one last push, as her diaper expanded to its limits, and her poop spread out around her, before settling back down, spreading her legs further apart, and shifting to spread her mess around until Isabelle felt comfortable. Isabelle simply didn't think anything else of it, as she continued to watch the movie. But after a few minutes passed, Isabelle felt as something pressed against the bottom of her diaper. Isabelle turned to see Mel pressing her hand against her diaper, before leaning down and giving Isabelle's diaper a few sniffs. Isabelle turned back to watch the movie. But the movie suddenly paused. Before Isabelle could react, she felt Mel's arms lift her up from under her armpits. "Come here you little stinker," Mel said playfully, as Mel set Isabelle down on her feet. "Let's go get you changed. It's already past time for bed anyway. It's almost 8:15." Isabelle was about to object when the three girls were distracted by a knock on the door. "Oh god. Of course. Perfect timing," Mel said, seemingly upset about something. "Come here sweetie," Mel said, picking Isabelle up, and wrapping her arms underneath Isabelle diaper, squelching the Mel further against her bottom. 'You too Becky, come with me," Mel said, offering Becky a hand as she walked alongside Mel toward the front door. Isabelle wasn't sure who was at the door, but she didn't want to see anyone. Isabelle did her best to hide her face in Mel's neck, as she heard Mel unlock the door, coupled by some familiar voices she hadn't heard in some time. "Hey Mel!" Ras, called, as she stepped into the house, before continuing. "Oh my god who are THESE cuties!" Ras said, bending down to greet Becky, who seemingly was as nervous as Isabelle, and retreated behind Mel's legs for safety. "They are ADORABLE Mel," Isabelle heard a voice she knew belonged to Natalie add. Isabelle decided to peek out from Mel's neck, just enough to confirm it was, in fact, her old middle school friends that had arrived. "Oh don't worry about them," Mel explained, as Ras backed off sensing their apprehension. "It's past their bedtime, and this took the opportunity to wait until this precise moment to make something not so cute in her diaper for me," Mel added, shifting Isabelle up on her hip and caking the mess in her diaper around more. "Why don't you go get the show set up in the basement," Mel suggested to her friends. "I'll be down in a minute. And can you grab the baby monitor over there? I have a third one upstairs too," Mel asked. as she watched Natalie grab it, and her friends headed down to the basement. "Alright girls. Let's go upstairs. Becky, are you still going to be my helper for this change?" Mel asked. Becky was standing next to Mel, looking up at her babysitter's eyes with pride that she was being asked to help. "Yes! Of course!" Becky replied. Becky was confident she would be the best helper Mel had every known, in fact. "Great. Let's head up. But you have to be really quiet in Eric's room sweetie. He's sleeping." Isabelle watched as Becky led the charge up the stairs, Mel in tow. With each step, Isabelle felt the mess in her diaper swish around more and more, until they reached Eric's room, Becky opening it ahead of them "Why don't you go get that stool over there so you can reach up here too and help me out." Isabelle heard Mel whisper to Becky, pointing at a nearby stool in Eric's bedroom. The wooden stool had Eri's name on it, in colorful, removable wooden blocks that spelled out his name. 'That kind of looks fun' Isabelle thought, wondering if her mom might get her one. Becky went and collected the stool, carrying it over to the changing table, before climbing on to. Isabelle was shocked at how tall Becky looked as Mel laid her down on the changing table. "Belly, stop squirming please," Mel whispered, as she took a nearby pacifier and pushed it into Isabelle's mouth, who suckled at it happily. "First," Mel whispered to Becky, "we need to take this stinky diaper off. Lucky for us, diapers have nice tear-able sides, so we just rip here," Mel said, as she ripped the far side of the diaper, "and here," as she repeated the process on the near side. Mel then opened the diaper up, making an exaggerated blocking of her nose. "PEEE-YEWWW Belly! What a big poopy you made!" Isabelle only giggled in response. "So next, were going to get some wipes. You can see how Belly squished her poopy around everywhere, so we're going to need quite a few. Can you open that package over there Becky, and hand me some wipes? Pull them out careful!" Becky nodded and reached under the table to the first shelf where Mel had gestured, pulling the whole wipe package out, and setting it at the end of the changing table. As soon as Becky opened it up, the room was filled with their scent, and Isabelle felt her whole body relax. "These smell like a baby," Becky whispered, as she pulled wipes out of the package and handed them to Mel. "Thanks! And yes they do! We have to clean this stinky girl up, and when were done, we put the wipes right here, in her dirty diaper, so we can throw them out nice an easy. I need a few more wipes here Belly......More please.......Yup even more" Mel said, as she took Isabelle's legs in one hand and pushed them back over Isabelle's head, revealing where Isabelle had caked the poop on her own underside. Becky complied happily, handing Mel scores of wipes by the end of it. "Phew. Okay. Now we have to wrap this all up," Mel said, as she rolled the diaper up. "I'll take care of this part," Mel added, as she went over to the Diaper Djinn to dispose of the diaper. "Now we need a fresh diaper," Mel said. "Can you get me one from that shelf there?" Mel asked, pointing to a lower shelf. Becky nodded, and squatted down to grab Isabelle a fresh diaper. As she did, however, Becky couldn't help but notice that she had to use the toilet herself. Becky stopped, and stood up, turning to Mel. "Mel, I need to go potty. Can I go and come back after?" Mel turned to Becky, proud that she maturely shared her needs. "No worries sweetie I am really proud of your for noticing in time. Why don't you go potty, and brush your teeth and get your PJs on, and I'll finish up here and meet you in your room. Okay?" Becky nodded. She didn't want to have an accident in her big girl panties, and so quietly descended from her stool, leaving Mel to finish the job. "Here we go cutie, just the two of us now" Mel said, as she opened the diaper up, stretching it out, before sliding it under Isabelle's butt. "Butt up sweetie, Mel said. It was hardly the first night diaper she had put on, but Mel was surprised at the size of this one. It wasn't too big for Isabelle. It was just incredibly thick. Mel chuckled at the bulk between Isabelle's legs as she powdered Isabelle's crotch, and taped the diaper shut. "All done sweetie," Mel said, as she pumped hand sanitizer into her own hands, before picking Isabelle up and carrying her out of the room quietly, leaving the pacifier in Isabelle's mouth. "You'll be okay in just your t-shirt and diaper tonight sweetie, until your mommy comes to get you later," Mel explained as she carried Isabelle into Becky's room. Isabelle was a little surprised to see that the extra bed from underneath Becky's bed had not been pulled out and made for her. Instead, Isabelle saw a sort of make-shift crib. It looked softer and a little less permanent than the one in her room. Isabelle's eyes were curious as Mel set her down into the crib, finding that the mattress was still incredibly soft. "Your mommy set up this nice pack and play for you sweetie, see? Rabbity is even already here!" Mel explained happily, handing Isabelle her stuffie. Isabelle found herself laying down as Mel pulled a warm blanket over her head, suckling away at her pacifier. Isabelle never saw Becky come to bed; she fell asleep within seconds. ********************** "............................................Shhhhh...........................my baby.................................." ".......................................good.....................................before bed............................." "Thanks Mel. Sorry.......................................................................again...............safe." "...................................pleasure...............................................precious......................" ".................John..............................................and your frineds home.........................." Isabelle felt herself being picked up, but didn't bother to open her eyes. She was simply too tired. "Let's go Sam.................................home............................................fed.............bed." ".............................to me.................................................goodnight guys.....again soon."

From the time I was taken out of diapers all through my childhood and teens I longed not for incontinence but for diapers. I was a very heavy every night bed wetter and I grew very good at covering up my small daytime accidents but the risk of wetting was always there. I already thought of myself as a big baby and diapers would have improved my life. I longed for my mother to take me up to my room to have a private talk about her putting me back in diapers. Hugs, Freta

I def wished I was a bedwetter when I was a teen. I even peed the bed on purpose a few times but it was hard and I got embarrassed and hid my sheets and cleaned it instead if telling my mom and pretending I had no control. I never thought about being incontinent during the day tho I just loved the idea of peeing myself whenever I wanted lol

Now days, I wet my night diapers EVERY night. Some nights, I kind of "semi-awaken" as I'm wetting, but most of the time I just wake up in wet diapers, without any memory of wetting.

This short story shows a day in the life of Amy, a 14-year-old girl in an alternate world where children stay in diapers until they’re 16. “Wake up, Amy, otherwise you’ll be late for school”, said Amy’s mom as she gently nudged her 14-year-old daughter awake. “…mmph, five more minutes mom” replied the groggy young girl, unwilling to get out of bed on this cold winter morning. “We can’t do five minutes hon, we both know you’re never going to get out of bed today if you go back to sleep now” said her mom as she pushed the blankets aside, revealing her daughter curled up in her pyjamas. The pyjama bottoms had a bulge, a telltale sign of what was to be found underneath. Her mom then pulled down Amy’s pants, causing the young girl to wince at the cool air touching her skin. With Amy’s pyjama pants pulled off, her diaper was now on display for her mother to see. As usual, Amy had once again given her diaper a good soaking overnight, which now had a yellow tinge all the way to the back. Thankfully, the diaper seems to have held everything in, successfully keeping her bed dry. “Gosh, you’re soaked again this morning. We’re going to have to get you some thicker diapers if you keep peeing this much” lamented her mom as she grabbed the wipes, powder and a fresh diaper for her still sleeping daughter. Placing her tools on the bed next to Amy, her mom proceeded to get to work: she untaped the diaper, causing the front to plop heavily on the bed. Next was the wiping - she grabbed a wipe, first placing it on her own thigh for a couple of seconds to warm it up, before applying it to Amy. She gave the front a couple of wipes, making sure it was clean, then she asked the young girl to lift her legs so she could wipe the back too. Once that was done with, she placed the fresh diaper under Amy’s bum, applied a liberal amount of powder, and taped the diaper in place, making sure it wasn’t too tight around her waist. “We’re done, kiddo” said her mom, who was rolling up the old diaper before throwing it into the diaper bin. “I’ve already prepared breakfast so get yourself ready.” *** Amy grimaced as she felt her diaper once again getting warm as she emptied her bladder during sixth period. She didn’t mind the feeling of a wet diaper, in fact she liked it quite a bit, but this was her fifth wetting and she could feel that the dampness inside which meant her diaper was approaching its capacity. She could have easily approached any of the nurses at school for a change, but for shy Amy, the only one who was allowed to get close to her diaper was her mom. She didn’t know how to change herself yet, so the only thing she could do was to hope and pray that her diaper would last her until she got home. Much to her relief, class let out before her diaper did, and the girl quickly bid her goodbyes to her friends before rushing home. “I’m home, mom! I think I need a change” said Amy the moment she reached home. “Welcome home, dear” said Amy’s mom as she lifted up the girl’s skirt to get a view of her diaper, which was saturated and on the verge of leaking. “Jeez, you’re right, this thing is soaked. How many times did you pee?” “...five, I guess?” replied Amy. While she wasn’t potty trained yet, she could tell that she was peeing whenever a new stream of warmth entered her diaper. “Well that explains the state of your diaper. You really should get the nurse to change you sometimes you know that?” her mom said. “But then again it’s a good time to give these a try” she said, as she showed Amy the new pack of diapers that she just bought: “Pampers Max: our most absorbent diapers yet for growing kids and teens - designed for whole-day absorbency!” “Since you were pushing your diapers to their limits I went shopping today to see if there was anything better. These are pretty pricy, so I hope you like them!”, she said as she began changing Amy into the new diaper. And as Amy was changed into the new Pampers, she found that she did like them. The Pampers was thicker than her previous diaper and the padding was much softer to her skin. And unlike the rough paper-like exterior that the previous diaper had, her new one had a silky smooth plastic exterior. “Thanks mom, I really like these” she told her mom as she fiddled around with her new diaper. *** Amy was in her room. She’d just finished working on the last of her homework problems for the day, and was now lying on her bed playing with her phone. It’s been five hours since she was changed into the Pampers, and she’d given the diaper a couple of good wettings along the way. Despite that, however, it was no where close to leaking. The white of the diaper has since been replaced with a light yellow at the middle and back, and it was much squishier now, but it was dry inside and Amy was confident that it could absorb a whole lot more pee. Her body, however, had other ideas. She felt a dull ache in her stomach, and she knew what was to come. Although Amy couldn’t control her pee, she could tell when she was about to poop. However, she can’t hold it for very long, so she still uses her diaper to go number two. She went to a corner of her room, right beside her bed, and squat down. A habit she developed from when she was a toddler, Amy would always go to that same place to do her poo. It was her “safe spot”, so to speak. She gave a small push, and felt the soft warm mush slowly expel out of her insides into the seat of the diaper behind her. Along with the poop came a steady stream of pee, that was quickly absorbed into the welcoming diaper. The smell started to waft out of the diaper into the room around her, but Amy wasn’t done yet. There was still a slight twinge in her belly, so she lifted her diapered butt a little and gave another push, pushing another sizeable load into her Pampers. After that second push, the twinge was no more, and she could tell that she was finally done. She stood up and felt that her diaper was saggier and heavier than before, and there was also an obvious bulge at the back containing her mess. Feeling relieved, she lied back on her bed, allowing the poop to squish around her butt, and picked her phone back up to continue where she left off, while enjoying the warm, mushy feeling of the Pampers. *** “Amy, it’s time for din...” Amy’s mom had just finished preparing dinner and had entered her room to tell her, but the lingering smell in the air caught her attention. “Smells like someone’s stinky” she said teasingly to her daughter. “Uh-huh” was her reply. From her lying position, she turned around to her sides, with her back facing towards her mother, her standard position for a poopy diaper check when she was too lazy to get off the bed. The smell made it pretty obvious, but her mom would always make it a point to check anyways. She first placed her hand gently on the back of the diaper and felt the mushy squish, which confirmed her suspicions, then she pulled the waistband of the Pampers back and glanced inside to assess the damage. “Wow, it’s a big one this time. You’ve really soaked it too.” she said as she pulled down Amy’s pants to check for leaks. “But it looks like the Pampers held everything in very well. I guess you really get what you pay for!” Satisfied with the diaper’s stellar performance, she pulled her daughter’s pants back up. “Dinner’s ready, so why don’t we do that first. I’ll change you after that.” Amy was hungry, and she rather enjoyed the comfort that a warm mushy diaper provided, so she was happy to go along. *** Dinner was uneventful, despite there being a girl with a stinky diaper at the dinner table. Everyone in the family had long gotten used to the smell of Amy’s messes, and didn’t mind it much, but would tease her about it from time to time. Once dinner was done with, Amy retreated to her room, while her mom was still cleaning the kitchen and the dishes. She’d been in a poopy diaper for a while now but the diaper remained warm and squishy, thanks in part to another fresh stream of pee that she released while eating dinner a moment ago. This was a feeling that she greatly enjoyed, and she lied on the bed to bask in the comfort of her soiled Pampers diaper. Unfortunately, her comfort was short-lived as her mom entered her room shortly after and began the diaper change routine. Her pants were swiftly taken off and her shirt rolled up slightly, revealing the Pampers that was now swollen and discoloured with a mix of yellow and brown. Next, the tapes were undone and the diaper opened, uncovering the mess that had smeared over much of Amy’s rear and some over the front. After many wipes and a sprinkling of powder, the young girl was once again put in a fresh Pampers diaper. “I really like this diaper, mom.” said Amy at the end of the change. “I’m glad you like it, hon. I’ll put in an order for a case then. Don’t stay up too late!” she said to her daughter, dimming the lights as she left the room. “Thanks! I love you mom!” she replied. She was delighted to know that she’d have more of her new favourite diapers coming in. She picked up her phone and went on Twitter to brag about her new diapers to her followers. Several conversations later, sleepiness took over, and Amy found herself slowly drifting off to sleep... but not before releasing one more stream of warm pee into her comforting diaper. End Endnotes This was something that I wrote on a whim for my own enjoyment. It's a silly and cliche premise but one that I found interesting nevertheless, so please forgive the lack of realism. I haven't had a language class for a very long time, so I'd appreciate feedback on grammatical/formatting errors. I'm sorry if this entire story reads like a Pampers ad. I swear this isn't one. I hope at least some of you enjoyed reading this story as much as I did writing it.

Chapter 21 Belle grabbed Katy's hand. She was about to cry from the joy at this turn of events but instantly became nervous as they entered her home. 'What did Katy mean by sleepover? Was she ready for this? What was happening', She thought to herself as a million thoughts raced through her head. everything was happening so fast. "Uhh a sleepover!?", Belle replied trying not to sound nervous. "Mmmm hmmm.", Katy smiled at her coyly. "Belle, look, I'm not going to make you do anything you aren't ready for yet. And I know your current predicament pretty much makes a lot of what I'd like to do to, you impossible right now, but I just want to be with you tonight. Is that ok? I can even sleep on the couch, whatever you are comfortable with... AND! I brought dinner!", Katy said as she unzipped her bag and took out a couple containers." Katy knew she was pushing and wasn't sure what Belle's response was going to be to all this but she took the chance. She started getting getting stuff out, going through the motions while waiting for Belle to answer everything she just blurted out. She turned and Belle had been right behind her but then threw her arms around her and kissed her again and again. "I take it that is a yes to me staying over then?", Katy asked. Belle gave her a big smile and said, "Yes yes double yes! Of course, it is all I wanted to happen today." Belle hugged onto Katy and they embraced for a few minutes. She didn't know what to do with all this new affection and the person with her right now. She didn't want to stop kissing her and touching her. Belle needed a release badly, but she knew how matter how much she wanted Katy in that way, it wasn't going to happen. Her diapers were serving as a form of chastity at the moment which made this so hard and frustrating. She tried not to think about it and just focused on the time they had, besides, she wasn't sure anything was even going to happen yet. She wanted to talk about this with Katy but it was hard and embarrassing. How do you discuss these feelings and desires while being blocked form experiencing them. She calmed herself down before getting to worked up and helped Katy with dinner. Katy went to Belle's pantry and found another copy of the wine they drank the previous night, corked it and slid a glass in front of Belle. They took their wine glasses, the bottle and dinner to the couch and ate right there. They spent the next couple of hours talking and laughing until emptying the last few drops from the bottle into their glasses. Katy took their trays to the kitchen and came back to the couch. She saw Belle sitting there on the couch with her legs crossed, looking up at her innocently as she came back around. Katy, climbed onto the couch next to Belle an sat behind her in a similar fashion, letting one of her legs straddle Belle, allowing their bodies to touch. Katy, ran her fingers through Belle's hair in an intimate way, and then let them trail down her face and across her lips. Belle kept her eyes closed, and let Katy lead. She didn't think she was as experienced in this as Katy was and she was also nervous as to what was going to happen, but she trusted Katy. Katy found Belle's lips with hers and parted them with her tongue. Their inhibitions were gone, mainly from the wine, which helped them both relax. At the same time Belle felt Katy's tongue exploring she also felt her hands encircled her waist, and she took a deep breath in from the unfamiliar touch. Katy slipped her hands under Belle's sweatshirt, allowing her fingers to slide against her stomach. Belle felt Katy starting to lift the sweatshirt up and off of her. Belle thought she must being wearing the most unattractive clothing for their first encounter, since she was still dressed in what she wore to her 'appointment'. She still couldn't bring herself to call it her 'changing'. She also knew there was something even more unattractive underneath. 'What would Katy do about the diaper? What did she expect me to do? Is it going to be weird? Is it going to kill the mood', Belle let a dozen questions race through her mind. Katy helped pull the sweatshirt up over Belle's head. "Arms up.", Katy whispered and Belle complied. When Katy worked the garment up it was awkward and sort of trapped Belle's head and arms in it until she could get it completely off. Katy took the opportunity to look as Belle's exposed mid section where her undershirt had pulled up. Katy threw the sweatshirt aside. Belle was wearing a small white tank that conformed to her body, showing off her toned arms and chest. It didn't reach down to her diaper area, leaving a couple of inches if skin showing, which Katy instantly went for tracing her fingers across and into Belle's belly button as she sat behind her. Belle watched Katy looked at her. Katy was focused on Belle's body and continued playing with her. Belle took this as a compliment and enjoyed the attention too. It had been so long since anyone touched her like this. "Hey that tickles!", Belle exclaimed." "Yeah? Are you ticklish?", Katy asked rhetorically. Katy shifted around to Belle's front and grabbed her sides, digging her fingers in. Belle was extremely ticklish and started screaming when Katy's fingers worked up and down her sides and stomach. "Katy, please no No NOOO, stop!", Belle cried. Katy pushed Belle back so she fell back onto the couch. She pushed down on her shoulders, pinning her there as she straddled her with her legs. Katy let herself fall and Belle could feel the weight of Katy's bodies laying on top of her. "Ok Ok, I'll stop, for now", Katy teased. Their faces were now next to each other and they continued kissing. Katy let her hands explore a little, working up Belle's sides and briefly over her chest. Belle jumped underneath Katy's body when she was touched like that, then let out a moan indicating she was enjoying it. Belle, returned the favor by wrapping around her arms around Katy and pulling her even closer. She let her hands and fingers trace down Katy's back and even cupped her behind. Katy let out her own little moan as she kissed on Belle's neck and shoulders. Belle loved this but knew it wasn't going to be able to go any further. She also remembered she hadn't really showered or cleaned up since coming home from working out and immediately felt a little self conscious about her cleanliness and possibly odor. "Katy.", Belle whispered. "Do you mind if I get cleaned up and take a shower... I think, I think I'm kinda gross from my workout still." "Belle, I don't care about that right now, I just want you here with me. Ok ok, if you want to do that, I will get dinner cleaned up.", Katy replied. They untangled themselves from each other, with several more kisses along the way. It was hard for them to separate now, not wanting to waste a single moment. Belle found her way into the bathroom and started her shower while Katy finished cleaning up dinner. Belle got undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. 'How can this be happening', Belle asked herself. She felt so awkward right now and unsure of herself or how to behave. She tried to put it out of her mind while standing under the hot streaming water. Katy went to Belle's bedroom and unpacked her bag. She planned on sleeping in here tonight. She had brought some cute underwear over to wear for Belle and decided to put them on and arrange the rest of her overnight stuff. She grabbed her toothpaste and toothbrush and went to the bathroom door and knocked. "Mind if I come in and brush my teeth?", Katy asked through the door. "Uhh no, I mean, no I don't mind.", Belle said nervously from behind the shower curtain. Belle heard Katy moving around the bathroom, setting her things down. She felt incredibly vulnerable being naked, and only in the diaper just a few feet from Katy. She couldn't shake the feeling that at some point, Katy would be turned off by her or grow tired of the circumstances and she was constantly second guessing everything she said or did. She heard Katy turn on her electric tooth brush and decided to peek around the curtain to watch. She was shocked when she saw Katy. All she was wearing was a tiny black top the loosely fell off her shoulders, and a pair of black boy short style panties. Belle always loved that look. Most of Katy's ass was on display and Belle found herself staring uncontrollably. It was the first time she'd seen Katy's figure, not hidden by clothes and she liked what she saw. While Belle was gawking the toothbrush had stopped, and Katy caught Belle peeking out from the reflection in the mirror. "Enjoying the view?", Katy asked, catching Belle in the act. Belle quickly darted back behind the curtain as if that would somehow erase having just been caught spying and she let an audible laugh escape which filled the bathroom. "As a matter of fact, yes, yes I did. You have a lovely behind I must say.", Belle said loudly, trying to talk over the water. "Well thank you Belle, but quit being so modest, it is nothing compared to yours and you know this. "Wait!, How do you know what by butt looks like, It could be all gross and deformed.... Ohhhhh yeah, that's right I forgot you have been stalking me. My bad.", Belle teased back. Belle also wondered if there were any marks on her rear end from the spanking. She though it best that neither her nor Katy saw that righ tnow. "Belle, I said I was sorry about that! Well sorta, I did enjoy seeing you every day.", Katy protested. "Katy, I told you I was flattered, I just wished my stalker would have talked to me sooner. Ya know?", Belle didn't let up with the teasing. Katy walked over quietly to where Belle had hung her towel and removed it. She told Belle she wait for her in the living room but instead she quietly waited in the doorway until the water finally turned off and saw Belle reach out for the now missing towel. "Hey! That's not funny, bring my towel back!", Belle said as she poked her head around the curtain. She say Katy standing there in the doorway, now able to see her from the front, holding the towel out with a look on her face as if to say, 'come and get it'. Normally Belle would be running towards this girl, but she didn't want Katy to see her yet. "Katy, c'mon, please?", Belle begged. "Belle, I know you are worried and embarrassed to be exposed around me, but you know there is no reason to be. I promise if you come over here you won't regret.", Katy told her. "Fine, fine. Here I come. Don't laugh." Belle slid the shower curtain back giving a Katy the first view of her naked pert breasts. The steam from the shower and the hot water still dripping off of Belle's hair and down her body seemed like something out of a romance movie adorned with all the special effects. Belle shook off any modesty she had and let her guard down. She thought she must look so childish and juvenile sealed up in the diaper and was waiting for Katy's reaction. "Wow", was all Katy said. "I know, I told you they were thick but you wouldn't believe me.", Belle snapped. "I'm not talking about the diaper silly, I'm talking about you. You have to be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I mean that.", Katy confessed. Belle bashfully smiled and said " well thank you, but I'm sure you've much pretty women than I", hanging her head in disbelief. She loved the compliment but didn't trust it. She was about on the edge of tears and it was obvious. Katy came up to her and wrapped the towel around her, drying her off. "Belle, tell me what is wrong. C'mon" "How can you say that? I mean, look at me! Look at me Katy. I'm wearing a f'ing diaper, and soon it is going to be filled with my own shit and piss. I'm so scared about tonight I don't know what to do.", Belle cried. "What do you mean, what are you scared of. Tell me.", Katy said as she dried Belle's hair and consoled her. "Like, you know, we can't do anything, I don't know what you want. I'm afraid of letting you down or disgusting you.", Belle confessed. "Belle, You don't have to worry about any of that. Do you really think I'd be here right now if I was bothered by any of this? Especially after this morning? Well?", Katy argued. "No, I guess not." "Right!, This the 3rd or 4th time I've told you this. You aren't in control, its not your fault. Use your diaper, you have no choice. I'm not going to think any less of you. It's no different than if you were in an accident or in the hospital or something ok? So I don't want to discuss this again, got it?", Katy said firmly. "Got it.", Belle tried to accept what Katy was saying and was also a bit put back on her heals by her authoritative tone. "Now, about tonight, don't worry about anything. I have it all figured out already. I'm in charge here so you don't need to worry about it. OK?" "OK Katy.", Belle whispered, wondering what she had planned. It felt good to her that Katy said she was in charge. She liked the security of knowing everything was taken care of. Katy let Belle finish drying her hair taking care of her nightly routine. She found her a cute t-shirt to sleep in and brought it to Belle. "No pants?", Belle asked. "Nope, go without. You already told me it was more comfortable, right?" Belle relented and slipped the small t-shirt on. She laughed because it said 'Love' across the front of it, and she wondered where Katy had found this. She hadn't worn it for a long time. Belle finished her night time stuff and found the lights were already all off in living room, however there was a glow coming from the bedroom. When she walked in, Katy had lit a couple candles, and had the bed turned down. She was half under the covers and patted the bed with her hand, signaling to Belle to come lay next to her. With the lights low, it sort of hid the fact that she was wearing a thick diaper and wondered if Katy had planned that or not. She slowly slid into bed and nestled herself against Katy in a spoon like position. She felt Katy's arms go around her, pulling her as tight as she could, making her feel safe. Katy kissed Belle's neck and nibbled on her ears. Her hands found Belle's taught stomach and she let her fingers find their way up Belle's t-shirt. Belle took a deep breath as this was happening and tensed up. "Shhhh relax. Just relax.", Katy whispered. Katy's hands explored under the shirt, playing with Belle's breasts. Belle was in heaven with all of this caressing and kissing and was getting really worked up. She flipped over so she was facing Katy and stared into her eyes. They continued to kiss and Belle started to mirror what Katy had just done to her. Katy let her. After a bit of time their shirts came off as well leaving one girl in her just her panties, and the other in just her diaper. They were getting more comfortable with each other as the minutes ticked by. They kissed each other and explored. Belle made a move and finally let her hand slide down Katy's hips, intending to go between her legs next. She could at least do this for Katy even if the affection couldn't be returned. "No no no, not so fast.", Katy said, stopping Belle's hand and pulling it back up." "Katy, I'm really sorry I thought you wanted me to? I'm sorry.", Belle said. "No Belle, its not that. It's just that it is not fair to you. So, until that diaper comes off, we just get the same OK?" Katy smiled and Belle felt an instant relief. "Really? You're sure, I mean, I kinda want to.", Belle smiled. "Yep, I'm sure. Believe me, I want nothing more than to figure out to cut that diaper off you right now, but we are going to wait, and that's that." Belle smiled and thanked Katy. She got as close as she could and they pressed their bodies together. Katy seemed to know exactly how to handle the situation and make feel at ease with all this. For the next hour, they continued making out, doing as much as they could while staying within the rules Katy had decided on. They talked in between the kissing and touching and got to know each other more intimately. Belle never had a connection like this with someone and felt deeply for Katy. She wanted to tell her she loved her right then and there but she knew she should never say such a thing. She knew she would freak Katy out, and it would be probably be the end of it. So she decided to wait. Emotions had been running high, and they both felt that pent up feeling of wanting, and needing more. They realized they should slow down a bit so they rested to take a breath. Katy got out of bed and Belle watched glanced at her butt as she walked into the kitchen. She returned with a couple of waters for them. Katy slipped in behind Belle and and wrapped her arms around her and they laid their in the candle light with their eyes closed. They remained silent for awhile, and Belle could feel Katy's heartbeat against her back. Katy's chest was expanding and contracting heavily and Belle wondered what was going on. "Katy, are you ok? Your heart is racing." "Everything is perfect... it's just that, I need to tell you something.", Katy said nervously. Belle was still facing away, with Katy's arms tightly around here, "Tell me Katy." Belle wasn't exactly sure what she was about to hear but didn't think it was bad news. She gave Katy the time she needed to response. "Belle, I... I love you.", Katy struggled to say. "I know I know, we just met but Belle, please... I have never...", Katy stammered on until Belled flipped around and stopped her. "Katy, I love you too. I didn't want to say it thought. I was too scared. I thought I would scare you off". They kissed again. "Katy, you make me so happy, when this is all over I am going to make you as happy has you've made me. That is a promise, you have no idea!" Katy smiled back and Belle nestled her head onto Katy's chest where she felt safe. "Belle, its getting late and you have to work tomorrow. Shall I blow out the candles?", Katy asked. Belle agreed and Katy climbed across her, and blew out the candles before they resumed their embrace and fell asleep cuddled up with one another. They had been asleep for several hours, when Belle woke up. She had to pee. Their positions had shifted somehow and she was currently laying on her back with her legs spread, and Katy was laying on her side, close, with her leg and armed draped across her. Belle could feel Katy's leg between hers and her knee was sort of pressed into her diaper area. Belle wasn't bothered much by it and loved that Katy was had fallen asleep on her like that. But the urge to pee had her wondering what to do. She didn't want to wake Katy, and have to explain she was about to pee her diaper. She was enjoying Katy laying like that. Katy's head rested on Belle's shoulder, and her arm was across her chest as if it was the most natural position in the world for them to be in. Belle tried to hold it for a few minutes and remain still hoping the urge might recede but it didn't. Typically she had to get up and stand or get on all fours in order to be able start going. Laying on her back like this was very difficult and something her body didn't want to do. Eventually she was able to relax and let some out. The small stream quickly turned into a large flow and she was doing it. It sort of hurt to pee like this but it was worth it to hide it and not wake Katy and ruin their moment. After it was over, Belle took a large deep breath, and heard Katy moan a little in her sleep which she thought was adorable. Belle turned her head to check the clock at it was 4:30 am. There was still plenty of time for sleep so she, rested her hand on Katy's, and drifted back off to sleep. ---- "BANG - BANG - BANG - BANG - BANG". A loud noise woke both girls up. "Katy, what's going on, what's happening", Belle asked. "I don't know, I think someone is at your door." "What? What time is it?", Belled asked. "It is 5:45. What in the world?", Katie exclaimed. They could hear commotion coming from the front of the house. Something was going on outside. They thought maybe a car accident or something but weren't sure. Katy quickly put on a pair of Belle's sweat pants she saw lying around, and slipped on her t-shirt. "Belle, stay her I'll see what's going on.", Katy said calmly. "BANG - BANG - BANG, OPEN UP, THIS IS THE POLICE.", The voice said coming through the door. Katy yelled back at them that she was coming and slowly made her way to the front door and cracked it open. "Can I help...", Katy couldn't even finish her sentence before the door was shoved open and the cop forcibly entered the apartment with 2 other individuals behind him dressed in hospital scrubs, almost knocking her over. "Hey!, What is this? You can't just come in here like this!", Katy shouted. In the meantime Belle had gotten dressed as well, and emerged from her bedroom to see her apartment was full of people and she was in terror that it was a break in or something. But then she saw the cop and her heart sank even further. It was the same cop that started all of this mess, and standing behind him were the two nurses, Beth and Nick. "Miss Larson, looks like you can't stay out of trouble.", the cop said as he gave her the same devious smirk that she had seen before.

Chapter 20 "Thank you for doing this for me today.", Belle told Katy as they were on their way back home. Belle didn't want this day to end but Katy had told her she had a lot of work to do tonight to prepare for a lawsuit she was working on. The drive back home was much better than the drive there. They had a wonderful breakfast and Belle knew she already had eaten too much. She thought she might regret this later but she had not had a real breakfast with pancakes and eggs and toast for years and decided to give herself a treat. About half way through the ride home, Belle became very quiet and Katy saw her fidgeting in the seat. It was clear Belle had to pee, or maybe more, but Katy didn't say anything and let Belle just squirm around for about 5 minutes. She thought it was ridiculous that she would try and hold it or that she felt embarrassed around her. Katy couldn't take it anymore... "Belle, we are 25 minutes from home. Just go. I don't care. You are safe with me and you will feel better too.", Katy insisted. "Katy I know, it's just hard. It's an awful feeling and..." "And what?" "... And I just don't want to start off our relationship with you having the memory of me shitting and pissing in a diaper. How is that the start to anything? I just want to be normal OK!? Ahhh! This is so frustration.", Belle yelled. She saw Katy smiling as she looked forward. "What!?", Belle asked her. "So... we are in a relationship now are we?. Hmmm.", Katy replied. "Oh uhh, well you know what I mean, I didn't mean to imply.". Katy cut her off, "Belle, relax I'm teasing you. And yes, as far as I'm concerned this is the start of a relationship. And the first thing you are going to do is relax around me and quit being so serious. So tell me, do you need to #1 or #2?", Katy said without hesitation. Belle was still absorbing her response as the question registered. "Katy! God this is embarrassing. You have no idea... Ok, fine. I have to #1, BAD.". "Then quit stalling and go. It's not good to hold your bladder for this long, and I'm NOT stopping. Here, hold my hand." Katy reached her right hand out and Belle grabbed it. She didn't really need help her pee, but she wasn't going to miss the opportunity hold Katy's hand. She put her other hand down in between her legs, like a child would who was trying to hold their pee. She relaxed her muscles and immediately she could feel the warm flow start and the diaper began the familiar feeling of swelling up as it absorbed her liquids. Katy could see her relax but Belle was squeezing her hand so hard she thought she would break her fingers. She waited for Belle to finish. Belle let out a moan of satisfaction, having the pressure released and sort of shuttered as it was happening. It was an odd feeling to go sitting down like this while zooming down the highway. "See! Now isn't that better?", Katy said in sort of an I-told-you-so voice. "A little. I really needed to go. I drank way to much coffee earlier." "Belle, I warned you didn't I?", Katy fired back. "Yes you did. I should have listened. Are you sure you have to work tonight? I could make us dinner, we could hang out.", Belle said already knowing the answer. "I'm sorry sweetie, but I HAVE to get this stuff done but I tell you what. Why don't I take you home and I'll get to work. If I make enough progress I'll stop by OK?" Belle nodded and liked that Katy had just called her 'sweetie'. She didn't want to be alone for a second but knew it was coming. She realized it was silly and Katy had her own life, but this was all so new and all so sudden, and now it was being taken away from her. She figured she could get a head start on her work as well, which should help pass the time until she heard back from Katy. By the time they got back it was early afternoon. Belle insisted that she could make it to her nightly change tonight on her own so that Katy could focus on her work. When Katy pulled up to Belle's house and it was clear she was just going to drop her off and not come inside. Belle was saddened by this and felt Katy was being too anxious in wanting to get home but tried not to second guess the situation. She trusted Katy. They shared another very passionate kiss in the car before Belle climbed out. Katy's lips felt so soft to Belle. As Katy pulled away she gave Belle's lower lip a playful bite as the skin slipped through her teeth. Belle looked at her and Katy raised her eyebrows and smiled. Belle didn't know what Katy was trying to indicate or imply but she liked it. Belle climbed the stairs to her apartment and watched the car drive down the street and park in the distance. She could make out Katy walking up her own set of stairs way down the street before finally going inside. She wondered what Katy's home was like and hoped to get to see it soon. She made her way into her own home and when the door shut, reality sunk in. Here she was again, alone, in a very wet diaper with hours to go before a change and she was already bored out of her mind. She missed Katy already and had to stop herself from texting or calling like a lost puppy. Belle tried to kill the time, picking up around the house, but Katy had done a pretty thorough job with that already. She went to brush her teeth, laid out some clothes for later but quickly ran out of things to keep herself busy. All her moving about had already started to make the wet diaper rub against her legs which required her to stay put on the couch. This side effect seemed like an additional restriction and punishment on top of everything else she had to deal with. She decided to take her jeans off and just lounge on the couch in her diaper for awhile. She turned the TV on and turned the volume down low, hoping she might fall asleep to one of her favorite shows. -- Katy -- Katy sat down at her desk and moved the mouse to her PC, waking it back up from sleep. Her work was waiting for her just where she had left it. She looked at the bright screen and it was already hurting her eyes. She was reading a draft of a document she had been working on with another group of lawyers. She was reviewing their comments and questions on her latest edits. 'Can 'Jane Doe' just come forward? Get her to talk... story unbelievable to general public...', the comments showed in shorthand lawyer speak. Katy was frustrated. Her colleagues were pressuring her to reveal her source but should couldn't break her word to Belle. She made a promise not to involve Belle in this and she was going to keep that promise, even if it meant a major setback in her fight. She also knew Belle wouldn't be happy with her if she knew she was still continuing with this but she was too far in to go back. Unbeknownst to Belle, she and a group of like minded colleagues had been preparing to sue the State, City and County for the measures they had put in place, which in her opinion went far beyond concern for public health and safety. She had worked for months in secrecy in preparing with what little evidence was available to her to affect some sort of change and hopefully get the program exposed and shut down. They were within the final hours of filing their case with the court, and also hoped to garner public support. Belle had called her efforts a crusade and that is basically what it was to her. When she met Belle, she couldn't believe her luck. Here was a first hand witness, someone she could get to know, someone who was suffering through the hell of these programs and hopefully someone who was willing to come forward. And not only that, someone she had been watching, admiring, and secretly and lusting over for a long time. It was almost too good to be true, and it turned out it was. She was almost heart broken when Belle was reluctant to help her, but she understood. Belle was scared, and would probably be the one to bare the brunt of any pushback from the powers that be. Katy and her colleagues, being lawyers felt shielded from any such retaliation given their status and public profiles in the court system. What Katy never expected was to fall in love. As she typed away at the keys on her laptop, she examined her own feelings and knew what she felt was love. She couldn't explain it. She had only met Belle a few short days ago, how could she be feeling this way. There was something about Belle. Yes she had been longing over the beautiful girl running by her window every day for the last year, she knew she was infatuated, but there was more to it. She knew there was more to these feelings. She loved taking care of Belle and their personalities, work ethic, and dumb jokes seem to all fit together like a key fits a lock. Katy realized she was getting distracted with her thoughts. She needed to finish this. While she was true to her word not to include any details about Belle or her case as part of the lawsuit, she did reference a 'Jane Doe' and included the details she had learned from Belle, along with some of the information contained within the email Belle had shared with her. These were pieces of information not shared with the general public, and would give credibility to anything found in the course of any investigation that would hopefully happen quickly. She just wished all of this could have happened sooner so she could have spared Belle this torment, but on the other hand it meant they probably would have never met. "Fate. I'm meant to end this injustice.", Katy said to herself as she continued typing away. The hours had passed by, and Katy had been deep into her work. She rubbed her eyes and realized she had tuned everything else out. She looked at the time no her computer and it was already 6PM. She'd been working for 4 hours straight and needed a break. She wondered how Belle was doing and knew she'd be heading down to that building soon for her twice per day humiliation. It almost made her cry thinking about it. She grabbed her phone and saw no calls and no messages. She figured Belle would have tried to text by now and was worried so she found her name in her recent contacts and clicked 'call'. The phone rang about 5 times before Belle finally answered in a groggy voice. "He.. Hello?". "Hi sleepy girl. How are you doing? I wanted to check on you since its getting to be about that time.", Katy asked. "I know I know, I'm getting up. It just feels so good to sleep. Are you all done with your work, I miss you already.", Belle confessed. "Aww you are too sweet. Actually I have made a ton of progress. I'm hoping I can finish it by the morning if I'm lucky!" Belle took this to mean she wouldn't be seeing Katy tonight. "Oh.. well good, glad you got whatever you are working on done. Sounds like an important project!", Belle said, as she tried to be thoughtful of Katy and not just her own needs. "Oh Belle, it is, I can tell you about it sometime soon but if I can get this finished I'll have a lot more free time, and I'm planning on spending it with you... I mean, if you'd like that." "Hmm, well I will have to check my busy social schedule. I'll see if I can fit you in.", Belle teased back. "You sure you can make your appointment on your own? Don't need me to take you?", Katy offered. "Nope I got it, plus I was able to schedule a workout, so I'm taking my running stuff." "Are you wearing my favorite outfit?", Katy asked. "Katy! No, I'm not giving anyone else the satisfaction of leering at me in that." "I'm sorry I'm sorry, I'm just teasing you. Well listen, text me when you are on your way back ok? Let me know how it went? I need to get back to work.". Belle replied, "More work huh? You need to slow down and take a break. You are going to overdo it. And I promise that isn't just me wanting to see you. I know what is is like to get caught up in work. I'm the same remember? I will quit harping on you now, I've said my piece. I will text you in a couple hours 'k?" "Thanks sweetie, I will talk to you later.", Katy said as she hung up and returned feverishly to her work. ---- Belle ---- Belle hands were secured tightly over her head. She didn't know why she needed to be restrained like this. She wasn't going anywhere and she wasn't getting out of this. She figured it was just policy. When she felt Nick's fingers fumbling between her legs, on her naked flesh, she tried only to think of Katy. She wished it was her hands down there right now, cleaning the hours of stale urine from her body. She wasn't sure why that thought had gone through her head just then. Why would she want to subject Katy to this. Katy was just so nurturing and caring through all of this, Belle just wanted her support right now. Nick took his time releasing the thick medical style cuffs from her wrists and she was able to feel the blood circulate through her shoulders again. She told herself it would probably do her well to do some stretching before coming here next time. "Ok Belle, you have 1 hour to use the gym. You can get dressed and someone will escort you down there. I'll be here when you get back to finish you up." Belle didn't want to be 'finished up', but shook off Nick's jab and focused on her run. When Belle was finally able to walk out of the facility it was around 8:30 pm. Her new diaper fit as snuggly as before and Nick insisted on giving her another suppository. She thought about objecting but figured she would just be wasting her time. She thought about what was worse, having this guy's finger up there, or the violent cramping she knew she'd have to endure at some point. She knew it was the latter, but couldn't shake the anger and rage that filled up in her at having to be subjected to all this. She wasn't really tired, having actually taken a long nap this afternoon. She was either getting used to being diapered, or her feelings about Katy and their new relationship was providing a sense of peace. When she made it to her car she texted Katy. "All done finally. Heading home to find some dinner.", Belle wanted to text more but didn't. "OK, still working.", Katy replied quickly. Belle saw Katy's short reply and didn't like it. Why was she being so short. The littlest things seemed to set Belle off lately. The constant pressure of the diaper pressing on her, and the uncomfortable diaper cover cutting into her hips and thighs were partly to blame. She had a short fuse and seemed to be on edge. She thought she was usually a patient person, but wanting something so badly, and being denied it, while having to deal with her current situation was madness. If this was desired outcome of this 'punishment' it was effective. She didn't know if she should text back or not at this point. She felt sort of deflated. This wonderful day wasn't ending well. She put her phone down without texting and drove home. When she arrived she slowly got out of her car and gathered her gym back and things and slowly waddled up to her stairs. She hated coming back here to an empty house, while the girl just a few houses down was all she was thinking about. She grabbed the railing and started climbing the few steps up to her front door. She saw something move and realized there was a person standing at her door obscured by the darkness. "Holy Shit, you scared the hell out of me!", She said as she caught herself, and was relieved to see Katy standing there, with backpack draped over one shoulder. "Surprise!" "What are you doing here?", Belle asked in a hopeful tone. "I finished my work so I thought I'd invite myself for a sleepover!", Katy said as she patted the bag she was carrying. Belle didn't know what to say to this. "C'mon, lets get you inside.", Katy said as he reached out for Belle's hand.

Chapter 19: Katy pulled back but saw Belle had averted her eyes, and sunk down a bit to meet her eyeline. She was worried she had just made a mistake and didn't think she could just play it off as a friendly gesture at this point given the kiss. Belle was a bit surprised and hadn't expected that. She was pretty sure that wasn't just a friendly kiss, but wasn't 100% sure and so didn't know how to react. The sensation of being in Katy's arms, and that kiss had distracted her from the fact she just pooped her diaper in front of Katy. She was still in discomfort from the experience and confused with all these emotions running through her at once. "Are you ok?", Katy asked. Belle nodded up and down, indicating a 'yes', and gave Katy a smile yet still left wondering. "Good, now let's get you cleaned up. We gotta hurry", Katy said as she took Belle by the hand and let her into the bathroom. Belle wanted to discuss what just happened between them but apparently that was going to wait. Katy led her in a hurry and sort of took charge. Once in the bathroom Katy dampend a wash cloth with warm water and wiped the perspiration away from her face and neck. It felt really nice to be taken care of like this but she felt like she could do all this on her own faster. Belle just let Katy do her thing while she enjoyed the attention. "You don't have time for a shower so just wipe down. You can take one later ok? I'll let you finish up and lay some clothes out for you." Katy was off before Belle could tell her she had already done that. She slipped her sweatshirt and t-shirt off and started to towel herself down the best she could. Moving around, she could feel the mass settling in the diaper and between her legs. She'd never get used that, ever, and she just wanted to get changed and clean so she could be around Katy without feeling disgusting. She heard a knock at the door and reached out for the clothes Katy was handing to her. She grabbed them through the door which was cracked open just a bit. For some reason, she was hesitant to let Katy see her naked in just her diaper, which made no sense given the experience they just shared. The clothes she held were not the sweats she had been wearing but instead a pair of Jeans a white top, and a cute sweater from her closet. "Katy, wait. I can't wear these jeans, everything is going to show.", Belle complained. "Belle, I found those in your closet. They will be baggy on you, no one will know. I'll make sure ok? The idea is to be normal today ok? Plus we are going to breakfast after so brush your teeth and get dressed. Let's GO!", Katy ordered. Belle sighed nervously, feeling a bit anxious at all this attention and now being taken out in public. "What!? Where!? Nothing is even open around here!", Belle argued back, not sure she was ready for all this. "Belle hurry or you are going to end up in that dirty diaper until tonight, and neither of us wants that! Let's go!" Belle felt so self conscious right now. The way Katy nonchalantly just referred to her dirty diaper made her feel so helpless and weak. But on the other hand Katy was right, they needed to go soon and she was just stating the practical solution to moving forward. Belle finished up and put on the provided clothes. She pulled the jeans up over the thick diaper and zipped them up. Katy was right, she didn't look too bad in these. With the sweater, you could barely tell what was going on. She finally emerged from the bathroom and Katy had her things ready and she was shooed out the door. It was a bright morning and the sun was shining like it hadn't for the last several days. Belle thought maybe she noticed it now because she was in a much better mood with Katy around. She moved slowly and once again was forced to sit down onto her poop filled diaper in Katy's car. The way the tiny seat conformed to her made the mess squish between her legs, smearing everywhere, and she cringed at the feeling. "Need me to buckle you?", Katy asked. "Uh no I think I can handle it, Katy!", Belle replied annoyed. "Belle, its a joke, you know last night, I had to buckle you in when you basically passed out." "Oh... yeah I'm sorry I snapped like that. Thanks Katy. Oh! And thanks for cleaning my apartment. I owe you so much.", Belle said. Katy closed the door and drove Belle to her appointment. "I shouldn't be too long today. In and out hopefully!", Belle said in a positive attitude. Katy grabbed Belle's hand as she was about to get out the car and gave it a squeeze letting Belle know she was there for her. Katy pulled the car around and parked down the street, reviewing some of her work for tomorrow, while waiting for Belle's text message. Belle walked to her appointment with only one thing on her mind. And that was Katy. ---- About 45 minutes later, Katy's phone buzzed and it was Belle letting her know she was heading out. 'That was quick', Katy thought. Belle got in the car and sat down. "All Better?", Katy asked. "Yep." "Everything go ok in there?", Katy pressed. "Umm yeah, as well as it could go. I mean, just picture yourself tied down having someone clean that mess off you... then watching them lock another diaper on you so you can repeat the process over and over again. I'm sorry but it's hard to explain the feeling unless you've experienced it. I've never felt so helpless and out of control in my life. Katy, I want this to be over so bad." "I know you do, but until then I'm going to help you ok?", Katy said and smiled. Before Belle knew it, they had sped off and Katy reminded her they were going to breakfast. Katy explained there were less restrictions about an hour away in a another town. It was a far drive just to get some food but she wanted Belle to have somewhat of a normal day if she could help provide it. Belle felt a little anxious being away from the safety of her home. She didn't know if she would have any accidents or another cramping episode and didn't really like the thought of being away. Katy tried to ease her mind about it and told Belle that worrying too much wasn't healthy. She wanted Belle to just be able to relax and enjoy the day. While her intentions were good, Katy didn't really have a grasp of what Belle was going through. You never really know another person's mind. You can try to empathize with someone but one can never really, truely understand. Belle did a good job of hiding how she was really feeling and not talking about it, but the thick diaper that latched on to her served as a constant reminder that this was an active punishment. It was constantly hot and itchy, and the locking cover pulled and irritated all the wrong places. She wasn't sleeping well and she was always afraid of what the next day was going to hold. She knew she had at least two more spanking sessions that gnawed at her constantly. It gave her a headache and she really just wanted to rest all the time. Katy looked over at Belle and smiled, hoping she could provide a small bit of comfort today. Belle smiled back and and didn't say anything. Her mind was still on this morning. This kiss. She didn't know how to bring it up or even if she should. Katy hadn't said anything and was basically acting normal as if it hadn't happened. Belle figured she probably shouldn't think much of it and doubted that Katy would even have any thoughts or feelings for her like that, given what she had just done in her diaper. The more she thought about it, the more she convinced herself Katy was just being polite in a difficult moment. She just read the situation wrong, everyone does it. These thoughts lingered and she now felt foolish for ever thinking there was more to it. After all, even though she had shared some vary personal and intimate moments with Katy, she didn't really know her. She let out an audible sigh. "Doing ok over there? Watcha thinking about?", Katy inquired. "Nothing really. Just enjoying the drive I guess", Belle lied as she fidgeted in the seat. "You can tell me if there is something wrong you know. Anything at all.", Katy offered while concentrating on the road. "Um, OK. I mean, I know.", Belle fumbled with her words, trying to work up the courage to broach the subject. "Are we close to where we are going?", Belle tried to change the subject. "About 15 minutes away, but I know you are just trying to changing the subject. Are you gonna tell me what's on your mind? Oh Belle! Oh my gosh... I'm so sorry do you, you know... have to go? I don't know if you can just go while sitting there. I don't mind really. Or I can pull over. Whatever you need.", Katy blathered on in run on sentences before Belle had to cut her off. "Katy Katy KATY!.. Stop, Oh my god I don't have to go to the bathroom. God this is so embarrassing!", Belle wanted to cry in embarrassment and frustration. "I'm sorry I don't know what to do. Should we just go home?", Katy said in a worried tone. Katy could sense the tension between them was rising and was desperately wanted to figure out a way to dial things back down but wondered if it was too late. This day wasn't going how she had planned. She was saying all the wrong things it seemed and Belle was getting frustrated with her. She decided to just shut up and drive, and give Belle time. An uncomfortable silence formed between them. Belle took a deep breath. "Katy, I know I'm being weird and quiet I just have a lot on my mind. I'm nervous about being out like this, and there's the..." Katy waited in anticipating for what Belle was trying to get out. "... well, you kissed me this morning!", Belle blurted, as if those words had been building up for hours and needed to explode out of her. Katy's heart sank, knowing she was about to hear bad news. Knowing she surely misread Belle and screwed up a new friendship. Belle expected a response from Katy but none followed. The ice had been broken and her words were hanging out there. She noticed her breathing and heart rate had picked up, only this time not from having to use her diaper, but rather the deep emotions she was feeling when simply trying to share her feelings. "I just thought... I thought it may have been romantic. I mean.. what I mean is I.. I sorta hoped it was.", Belle finally mustered the courage to admit. "It's ok though Katy, I understand." Belle lowered her head and she couldn't make eye contact with Katy. She was so embarrassed at having just revealed her feelings to someone who clearly didn't think of her that way. And now she was trapped in this car with no escape but to suffer this indignity. "Belle! Are you kidding me? It was romantic you dork! I've been racking my brain trying to figure you out. How could that kiss be any more obvious? I guess you must have a lot of passionate kisses with your friends?", Katy said while laughed out loud. Belle whipped her head up in shock, wondering if she was dreaming. A big smile came over her face, and Katy could see she had teared up moments before. "Katy, I'm sorry. I just hoped, and then you didn't say anything, and I was standing there in front of you having just, well you know. My emotional state isn't great right now." Belle continued staring at Katy, looking at her beautiful face. "Now what are you staring at?", Katy asked. "You. I was getting so frustrated with you, being coy or whatever, and then asking me if I have to 'go'. But that doesn't matter now. I just want to kiss you again!" The energy instantly changed in the car as and both girls signed in relief. They let out a laughter after realizing they were now on the same page. Katy continued to their destination and decided to reveal something to Belle as well.. "Belle, I'll confess something too. For probably a year, every morning I get up, get my coffee, and sit down at my desk and then I wait for you to run by my window. I always admired your commitment and your drive you seem to have. And then I know in about an hour you'll be back and I always take a little comfort seeing you finishing up your run. When I don't see you, I wonder if maybe you are taking a day off or something, and my day doesn't seem complete. And I worry about what happened to you and I think, where is my beautiful girl today and is she ok? I know that sounds weird, I just always dreamed of meeting you and and then when I saw you at that place, I knew had to talk to you." Katy was talking fast, wanting to get this all out before Belle could interject. She finally stopped talking and waited for Belle to respond to what seemed like an admission of spying on her for a year, hoping she wasn't coming off like some stalker. "I see. I didn't realize I had a stalker.", Belle tried to say in a serious tone but failed to do so. "Belle!" "Katy, it's ok, really. I mean, I'm kind of flattered. If I make your day a little better then so be it." "Oh, you do. Actually sometimes really better. When it's warm out, I always get a thrill to see what you will be wearing, or not wearing. You have those cute little black shorts and sports bra you wear sometimes... God that makes my day Belle, you have know idea. You are so gorgeous.", Katy was giddy now, realizing she was getting a little worked up and started to blushing. "Oh you like that outfit huh? Well, maybe when I'm finally free from these diapers, I'll just have to wear that for you as a present for taking such good care of me.", Belle teased. Katy pulled the car into the lot and noticed a line of people outside the restaurant waiting to get in. Apparently she wasn't the only one with the idea to drive into town to do something normal today. When she parked, she turned to Belle and grabbed her hand. "I'd really like that... but Belle, about this morning. Caring for you like that, and holding you in my arms while you were going through all that. For a moment it seemed you like were 100% dependent on me, and I was 100% responsible for you. I know it seems odd, but it was probably the most intimate experience of my life. I can't explain it. You were so vulnerable and real. I wanted to ease your pain and make it all go away. Does that make sense?" Belle began to lean toward Katy, but the seatbelt caught and stopped her. Katy reached over and unlatched it for Belle. "Let me get that for you.", Katy smiled. Free from the restraint, Belle's second attempt was successful. Her lips found Katy's quickly and this this time there was no ambiguity to what this was. Their soft lips played with each other's for what was probably a minute. Neither of them wanted this to stop. Belle let her head rest against Katy's and they were breathing heavy from the intense emotions being shared. They took a breath and pulled away to look at each other closely, talking only with their eyes. Katy still held one of Belle's hands and gave it a squeeze. "I'm hungry." "Me too". The girls got out of the car and Belle sort of examined her appearance. She realized that for the first time in days, she had forgotten about the diaper between her legs. "Belle, no one can tell. Trust me ok?", Katy assured her. Katy intertwined her fingers with Belle's and they walked hand in hand towards the restaurant.

Chapter 17: Belle walked across the lot waddling towards her new friend. She knew she looked silly but also knew Katy wouldn't think anything less of her. Her buns were still burning from the spanking that ended just moments ago, and the thick diaper didn't make it easy to get around. Once she finally made it, it felt like she had just crossed the finish line of a marathon and she threw her arms around Katy and rested her head on her shoulder and started crying. Katy was a bit shocked. It was really the first time they had touched outside of a handshake and here was this girl literally using her as a shoulder to cry on. She was glad to be there for her. "Belle, it's OK. Let's get you home." Katy helped Belle across the street where she had the car parked as close as she could get it. Belle slipped down into the designer seats and laid back. It was the first moment in hours she felt relaxed and free. Belle closed her eyes and Katy decided she would have to buckle Belle's seat belt for her. Even though they were only a mile away from the home, the car insisted on piercing out annoying beeps if it detected any unbuckled rider. Katy pulled up and lucky found a spot right in front of Belle's apartment. No words were spoken in the car until Katy announced they had arrived. They got out of the car and walked up to Belle's door. Belle fumbled with her keys and finally got the door open and then went it. Belle threw her stuff down and went to the couch wile Katy assessed the apartment. She noticed it was a bit unkept and decided to do something about it. "Belle, why don't you just lay down. I'm gonna tidy up around here and get us some dinner. You can have anything you want? Chinese, Pizza, Mexican, a salad? Name it.", Katy offered. "Sure that's fine.", Belle said muffled with her head smushed into the couch. Katy sort of laughed as Belle didn't really indicate what she wanted and decided on something lite for both them so she ordered some soup and sandwiches. Once she had food on the way she went to work on Belle's apartment. She picked up the living area, did the dishes, and even cleaned up the bathroom. She looked around and saw that Belle had nice things. She went into the bedroom and made the bed and picked up a few things that were laying around and put them in the hamper. She peeked in the closet to check out Belle's style of clothing. She figured she hadn't gotten a real good sense of how she dressed because of her situation. Katy flipped through various little dresses and tops and thought they were cute and trendy. As she walked out, she also opened a few of the dresser doors. She didn't know why she was snooping but wanted to know more about Belle. She came across Belle's underwear and panties and it dawned on her that none of these had been warn lately. 'Hmm what a shame, this is cute stuff.', Katy thought to herself as she rifled through the intimates. Katy carefully and quietly returned everything to how she found it and finished cleaning up. Belle was passed out on the couch, laying on her stomach. Katy covered her up with the blanket and let her sleep until dinner arrived. The doorbell finally rang and by the time Katy opened the door the delivery driver was already getting back in their car and the food had been placed on the cold ground. "Uhh thanks I guess", Katy said annoyed and this constant state of avoidance and distancing from everyone. She got dinner ready and woke Belle up. They sat at the kitchen table which had not been used in quite some time. Belle suggested they open a bottle of wine and Katy happily agreed. "Is this what we decided on for dinner? It looks great, thank you so much.", Belle said. The two girls enjoyed a nice and meal and chatted about off topic things and got to know each other more. They discussed their work and futures and relationships. They discovered they were both single, and had a few common interests, mainly their dedication to their jobs and careers. The events of today didn't come up and Katy wasn't going to bring it up unless Belle wanted to. Her job was to just be there for support. After dinner, they refilled their wine glasses and continued their conversation on the couch. They were able to get more comfortable and relax with each other. "Katy, I really don't know how to thank you for everything. It means so much to me that you were here tonight for me." "Belle, I told you, it is no problem. I'm here for you ok?", and Katy said as she gave Belle's hand a reassuring squeeze. After a few second Katy removed her hand and said, "It's getting a little late, perhaps I should go so you can rest, you've had a long day. If you want I can take you in the morning.", Katy said. "Umm, you can stay if you want.. I mean, I'm not really tired.", Belle fumbled, not wanting her to leave. Katy agree to stay a bit longer. Belle refilled their win glasses and sat back down on the couch, facing Katy. "So, I know you are curious because you keep looking.", Belle said to her. "Belle, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stare or embarrass you, I just, I mean after everything you told me... yeah I guess I'm a bit curious but only if you are comfortable.", Katy pressed. "Not much else about this situation is going to embarrass me, believe me.", Belle explained as she carefully sat her wine glass down and got up. She took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs into the inside of her sweat pants and slowly pulled them down over the diaper and the cover. Rather than just pull them down a bit, she took her sweat pants off completely so they wouldn't pin her knees together. She untangled them from her feet and stood up straight, giving Katy the full view of what she had been dealing with for the last few days. "Oh my god!", Katy exclaimed and she put her hand over her mouth in shock. "Belle, I... I don't know what to say except that I'm sorry.", Katy just continued staring. There was a young woman about her age standing in front of her with a diaper locked on to her. She couldn't believe it was real. Belle pulled up her sweatshirt and t-shirt little exposing her taught stomach. Katy took notice of Belle's flat tummy and toned thighs sticking out of the device, wishing she looked that good. She realized she was starting a bit too long and looked up at Belle and their eyes met. They shared a moment of understanding with each other without saying a word and Belle gave a little crooked smirk as if to say... 'Welp, here it is. Nothing I can do about it.' Katy reached her hand out to touch and hesitated until Belle told her it was ok. Katy felt the dense smooth fabric of cover that was stretched tightly over the diaper. She didn't recognize the material. She examined the thick waistband resting on top of Belle's hips, preventing the diaper from being taken off. She traced her fingers along the the seem between the cover and Belle's stomach. "Hey, that tickles!", Belle protested. Katy tested the device by trying to slip her fingers into the waistband which she was unable to do, or look for some way to release it, for which there was none visible. Belle pleaded with her to be careful because she knew there would be hell to pay if there was any attempt to take these off. Katy complied but not before examining the leg gatherings as well. It was same material as the waistband, a bit thinner, which hugged Belle's thighs creating a tight seal. "Ahem... all done down there?", Belle asked? Katy, quickly withdrew her hands from Belle's legs in a bit of embarrassment. "Oh uh yeah sorry, I am just a little fascinated by this. Here, put your sweats back on, I've seen enough.", Katy said while blushing. "If its OK with you, do you mind if I just stay like this? I get a little sweaty down there and sweatpants just make it worse." Katy let Belle know she could do whatever she was comfortable with and they both sat back into the couch and finished their wine until the bottle had been emptied. Katy proceeded to tell a story about a recent client she had to deal with, which caused Belle to start drifting asleep. The day, plus the wine had finally caught up to her. She slumped over, half asleep, toward Katy. She brought her legs up onto the couch and curled up. Her head was now resting on Katy's lap and she was sound asleep.