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My younger daughter was over at a friend's place and my older daughter is away at school, so this morning, I enjoyed making my coffee and reading my paper in a Rearz Critter Caboose, a comfy diaper which I am still in. Indeed, I'll probably have to bin it before it would otherwise have died a natural death, because we're going over to a friend's place for dinner, and then we'll be drinking wine and solving the world's problems until my wife decides it's time to leave. Ergo, I intend to start the evening in a fresh diaper. Sitting here in this cushy diaper got me thinking: I wish I could recall with any clarity what it was like to hang around the house as a kid, wearing a diaper. I have vague recollections of sometimes being anxious about it, and, obviously, sometimes enjoying it, although guiltily, but, what I'm reaching for, and can't get a hold of, is what it felt like to just be in a diaper, not because I chose to be, but because I had to. There was a complete lack of responsibility that probably totally escaped me then, but that calls to me now, but it's probably an act of imagination, and not recollection, to try and summon what that was like. As an adult and a spouse and a parent and a worker droid, I have tremendous responsibilities, as, I'm sure, do most of you. Back then, though, I had close to no responsibilities, sitting on the couch in the living room, watching The A Team or Knight Rider with my siblings, Pampers taped on under my pajamas. I wish I'd been taking notes about what that felt like, although not yet really knowing any obligations or responsibilities, there was of course no contrast available for me to notice. I'd love to be able to go back into my own head for a day, and just walk that landscape again, white plastic diaper sticking out at the back, rolling toy cars around on the floor, no deliverables, not even responsible for getting to the bathroom. Nearly everything was someone else's problem. Maybe that's part of why I'm doing "this" - wearing diapers all the time; perhaps it's a pressure release valve for the stress of "adulting". I'm responsible for a lot of things, but making it to the bathroom isn't one of them, most of the time.

Matilda balked as Jennifer handed her a plate with a chicken sandwich and three little balls of the most vilest vegetable on the planet. “Did you really only cook three brussel sprouts?” Matilda asked as she noticed everyone else’s plates were missing the little green abominations. Jennifer grinned as she took a bite of her own sandwich. “You know, I suddenly just didn’t feel like having any, but you enjoy.” She said between bites. Matilda poked at them with her fork and made an unpleasant face. She debated “accidentally” dropping them on the floor, but her father’s dishonesty kept coming to mind. She frowned. She hadn’t thought of him in at least a month. Determined not to be anything like him, even if it was just trying to get out of a petty bet, she pierced the repugnant little cabbage with her fork, plugged her nose and tossed it in. “This is revolting.” Matilda complained as she chewed. Hortensia and Jennifer were all giggles while she struggled to swallow it down. “They aren’t that bad.” Jennifer said. “Horrid, abominable, gruesome.” Matilda said, before sighing and piercing the next one. “Just two more and you’re done.” Jennifer said with a smirk. Matilda offered one to Hortensia, who quickly shook her head. “That’s all you.” “But they’re so…delicious…” Matilda forced a smile. “What happened to horrid, abominable, and gruesome?” “Just for the first five minutes.” Matilda said weakly before putting another one in her mouth as her face contorted. “Did you rub them in your armpits before putting them on my plate?” Jennifer rolled her eyes. “It’s been hot enough to cook them under my arms.” said Jennifer. “I can’t wait for summer to be over, this humidity is awful.” She picked the last brussel sprout off Matilda’s plate and popped it in her own mouth. Matilda sank in her chair with relief before taking a bite of her sandwich. One more of Satan’s testicles and she might hurl again. “Can I put in a movie?” Hortensia asked after they finished lunch. “If you can find something appropriate. I don’t think Miss Trunchbull had any kids movies. We never bothered going through her collection. It might just be war movies.” Hortensia made a face. “You don’t have movies?” “We have books.” Jennifer said with an apologetic smile. “Other than a few minutes of the news before I go to bed, neither of us even turn the telle on.” Hortensia looked as if Miss Honey had just slapped her. “You’re both aliens!” Hortensia said before she went to look for something to watch. “How did they make so many movies about World War 2, jeeze!” “Find anything?” Matilda asked, taking a seat on the couch. She’d rather play outside or kick their butts at Scrabble again. She crossed her fingers, hoping there was nothing but boring old war movies, but Hortensia was pulling a few Video Cassettes down. “What’s ‘Silence of the Lambs?” Hortensia asked. “No.” Miss Honey said. “Pick again.” “What’s it about though?” “Pick again.” “A cadet in the FBI interviews a cannibal serial killer in hopes of catching another serial killer obsessed with moths.” Matilda said. Miss Honey gave her a look. “Why do you know that?” Miss Honey asked. “What? It’s a book!” Matilda said. “I can’t believe Mrs. Phelps let you check that out.” Jennifer said with a shake of her head. “What else do you have?” Hortensia held up another cover with a man holding a briefcase standing under a lit streetlamp surrounded by fog. “No.” Miss Honey said again. “Why do you keep picking horror movies?” “Is it a horror movie?” Hortensia asked looking at the cover. “Ominous fog isn’t on happy movies.” Matilda said with a laugh. “I liked the book though.” “Matilda! The Exorcist? Really?” Miss Honey asked. “Do I need to have a talk with Mrs. Phelps?” “It had medical stuff in it…” Matilda said. “It was educational.” she said with a grin. Sure she couldn’t sleep for a week after, but that was beside the point. “Is everything a book first?” Hortensia asked. “Not all, but a lot of them are.” Miss Honey said. “Can you try and pick something PG?” Hortensia looked at the back covers of what was in her hands and began shelving them. “Everything’s mostly R.” Hortensia said. “How about this? It’s Pg-13.” She held up a copy of Jurassic Park. “It’s about Dinosaurs. ” “And a book.” Matilda said. “I like the part where the lawyer gets eaten. That’s what he gets for abandoning the kids.” “Can you handle it?” Miss Honey asked Matilda. “I read the book.” “I know, but movies can be much more intense than books.” “Then I’ll stop watching it.” Matilda said. She’d give it five minutes before she got bored and found something else to do anyway. Hortensia put it in and plopped down on the couch. She laughed and cheered every time someone got eaten. Matilda made it to the part where the T-rex was looking in the car window before she began finding great interest in what was currently present underneath her finger nails. When the raptors got out, she went to the restroom and took her sweet time. “What did you think?” Hortensia asked Matilda, who was staring at the television looking shell shocked. “That was nothing like the book.” Matilda mumbled horrified. “The second one’s coming out next year! I can’t wait!” “I can.” Matilda said. “You’re not going to have nightmares tonight, are you?” Miss Honey asked. “Rapters and severed arms will be an improvement.” Matilda said softly. Miss Honey put an arm around her and held her close for a moment before the phone rang. She sighed and stood up. “I’ll be right back.” … “Hello?” Jennifer said into the receiver. There’s was a loud static and crackling noise before an automated message began to play. “This is a collect call from Aylesbury Detention Facility from, Evelyn” Another hiss of static cut off the last name. “To accept the charges, please press one.” Jennifer quickly pressed the number on the receiver and put it back to her ear. “Miss Honey?” “Hi, yes, I’m here. How are you doing?” “Another day in paradise.” Eve said sarcastically, before clearing her throat. “Is everything okay? Cynthia told me she ran into you guys today and Ten’s said she was sick. I mean, I know Ten’s loves to say that to her to freak her out, but…” “Nothing to worry about, I promise. The girl’s were a little under the weather last night, but her doctor said it was just some minor food poisoning. She’s been fine today.” There was silence on the other end and Jennifer worried if she had said something wrong. “You took her to the doctor?” Eve asked sounding alarmed. “Well, yes, should I-” “Did she bite anyone?!” Eve asked in a panic. “I know she’s behind on her vaccinations, oh god, I hope they didn’t try.” “Ah, well, yes. They did catch her up on those. She wasn’t thrilled, but she needed them for school. I hope you don’t think I overstepped, I just figured, since you were currently…indisposed we’d take care of it.” “How many people did she bite? Are they threatening to sue? Oh god.” “No, no, I mean, it took, well, everyone to hold her down, but she didn’t bite anyone.” It wasn’t for lack of trying though. “Jesus, Jen. I can’t believe you got that done.” Eve said with a sigh. “She’s not being a little shit head is she? Just say the word and I can have Cynthia come take her off your hands for you.” Jennifer grimaced. So that’s where Hortensia got her foul mouth from. “No need, she’s been fine.” “She’s been…fine?” Eve asked, disbelief evident in her voice. “You don’t have to lie on my account. I know how she can be.” “No, really, everything really has been okay. Matilda’s happy to have the company. We’ve gone camping, and well, that was a disaster. NOT because of Hortensia!” Jennifer quickly threw in. “Has she had any of those…fits?” Eve asked cautiously. “A couple.” Jennifer admitted. “We’re working on it though. I’ve been brainstorming ideas to help her during class, and she’s been doing a few worksheets in math to get her caught up for the new school year.” “You’ve got her doing math? In the summer?” “She’s making fast progress.” She heard Eve let out an exasperated sigh. “Jennifer, I- I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” “Repay me?” Jennifer asked confused. “You’ve watched Matilda for me several times, even when she got all of you sick.” She heard Eve laugh darkly. “You’re so clueless, it’s sad.” “What?” Jennifer said. “I don’t mean that in a bad way.” Eve said quickly. “I mean, my daughter is difficult-” “Umm, have you met mine?” She may have to worry about Hortensia breaking things, but Matilda could take down the whole foundation. “Yet you’re taking the time to take her to the doctor and teaching her math.” “It’s not a big deal.” “Yes, it is. She’s been thrown out of every other school and daycare. You think I wanted to send her to a school run by your aunt after everything that happened? I didn’t have a choice!” “So it was true.” Jennifer said. “I don’t remember much. Carol recently filled in the blanks.” “Yes. It’s true.” Eve said. “Does Hortensia remember?” “No. Well, it’s complicated. She remembers you.” “She does?” “Well, not you specifically, but she remembers the ‘nice lady who read to her.’” “Have you heard anything?” Jennifer asked. There was silence on the other end before Eve began to break down. Jennifer’s stomach felt like it was about to fall out her butt. “Eve?” “I-I h-had my arraignment this morning.” she choked out. “Their charging me with three felonies, including your aunts death!” “WHAT?!” Jennifer asked, floored. “Jen…I didn’t! The only contact I had with her was when she held us all hostage! And I went to the police right after!” “Y-you did?” Jennifer asked. “I sent Hortensia into the station with a letter, since we never agreed she couldn’t tell anyone. Did no one ever follow through?” “No, not that I’m aware of.” “Their saying they found this letter in my safe I was using to blackmail her with. It’s not even the one the four of us wrote up. It’s completely different! I have no idea where it came from, or if they really found it in my safe at all. I don’t know what’s going to happen now.” “D-did the judge grant bail?” “750,000 pounds.” Eve whimpered. Jennifer’s head spun. “He may as well as denied it.” Eve said, breaking down into sobs. “I don’t have 75,000 pounds, and my house is ineligible to use as collateral because I used your aunts money to buy it! Now they’re saying it’s going to get repossessed!” “D-do you have a lawyer? You can get a public defender-” “I didn’t qualify for a public defender and it’s costing every pound I have to hire a decent lawyer.” “What can I do?” “I know it’s a lot to ask, but can you keep watching Ten’s for me? She doesn’t need someone who flinches everytime she coughs. She needs someone who actually cares. Cynthia…she’s my best friend, but she’s not a good long term fit for her.” Wait…long term? Jennifer closed her eyes. What was she getting herself into? “Yes, of course Ten’s can stay.” She could hear Eve begin to break down again. “Thank you, Jennifer. Thank you! Can I talk to her? I should be the one to tell her.” “Yes, let me get her.” She let the receiver fall and she walked numbly back to the living room. “Ten’s? Your mom’s on the phone. In the kitchen.” She took a seat on the couch and stared shell shocked into the telle. She winced as she heard running footsteps pound up the stairs before a door slammed. “What happened?” Matilda asked puzzled. “I think our family just got a little bigger.” Jennifer whispered. … Matilda was talking a million miles a minute about all the things they could do together. She listed off bike riding, roller blading, and for some odd reason, base jumping. Hortensia simply nodded half heartedly as she stared at her half eaten slice of pizza. “Are you not hungry?” Jennifer asked. She had seen her put away half a pizza just by herself last week, but that could have been the drugs doing. She herself had devoured an unholy amount of food that day. Hortensia shrugged. “I made you an appointment tomorrow to go see Dr. Reinfield.” Jennifer said between bites. “No shots. I promise.” Hortensia didn’t respond, only continued to stare off into space. “Finish what’s on your plate and you can watch cartoons, if you want.” Jennifer offered, unsure what else to do. She practically had to drag her downstairs for dinner. If pizza, ice cream, and cartoons couldn’t cure what ailed her, she was at a complete loss. “More telle?” Matilda complained. “Can’t we play a game or something?” Jennifer shot her a look. “Let Ten’s pick the activities tonight, she’s had a hard day.” “We’ve been watching it all day!” Matilda grumbled. One movie was not all day. Perhaps Dr. Reinfield had a point about using time as a punishment. “Do you want to go to bed?” Jennifer warned. Matilda quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to watch it; you can go do your own thing. You can go read, or work on your stories.” Matilda hung her head in obvious disappointment. “She’s not here to entertain you.” “I know that.” Matilda growled. “Then give her her space.” “I think… I just want to go to bed.” Hortensia mumbled. Jennifer frowned as she looked at the clock hanging over the stove. It was only seven. She had been in her room alone for several hours ever since she had talked to her mom. “Why don’t you stay down here for a little longer? You won’t sleep through the night if you go to bed too early. If you still want to sleep when I put Matilda to bed at eight, then you can.” “Eight?!” Matilda complained. “My bed time’s not ‘til 8:30!” “You want it to be seven?” “No.” Matilda whined. When they had finished eating and the leftover had been placed in the fridge, the three of them made their way to the living room. Hortensia turned on the television and began flipping through the channels until it landed on something animated. Jennifer took up a spot on the recliner, kicked her feet up and picked up the book she had been reading. Not ten minutes in, she could tell Matilda was already getting antsy. Jennifer couldn’t blame her, to her it had been a lot of telle, but she wasn’t about to tell Ten’s to turn on a documentary. “What are you reading?” Matilda asked. Jennifer showed her the cover. “Oh! I’ve read that one.” Matilda said. Jennifer didn’t doubt it. She had probably seen her name on the check out card in every other book in the library. “That’s the one where she-” “Ah!” Jennifer said, holding up her hand. She hadn’t read it yet. “And then he-” “Ah!” “And then they-” “Ah!” Matilda giggled as Jennifer shook her head. After another five minutes and Matilda was climbing up the recliner and into her lap. “Can I help you?” Jennifer asked as Matilda made herself comfortable. “Would you read to me?” “Ten’s is trying to watch her show.” “It’s fine.” Hortensia mumbled from the other end of the couch. “It’s a re-run.” She flicked the telle off and tossed the remote aside. Matilda stared wide eyed at her. “Since when has that ever stopped you?” Matilda asked. “You want me to read or not?” Jennifer asked. “Yes.” Matilda said, snuggling up against her chest. “Hey, where are you going? It’s good!” “Just going to grab something.” Hortensia said softly as she stood and slowly made her way upstairs, shoulders slouched and head hung. “She’s not acting right.” Matilda said with a frown. “Nice of you to get with the program.” Jennifer said with a sigh. “She’s going through a hard time right now.” “Over a shot?” Matilda asked puzzled. “No, Matilda, this is a lot more serious than a shot.” Jennifer said. “Her mom’s in a lot of trouble over something she may or may not have done.” Matilda still looked confused, but she could hear Ten’s coming back down the stairs. “Don’t worry about it. You remember how rough it was when you first came to live with me?” “But I wanted to come live with you?” Matilda said, looking even more confused. “Yes, but change is still difficult, even if you did choose it. Remember how frustrated you were when you learned you couldn’t just go anywhere you wanted by yourself? Hortensia didn’t choose to be separated from her mom, which is only going to be that much more difficult for her. If Eve’s lawyer can’t convince the district attorney to drop the charges, life as Hortensia once knew it could be over.” Jennifer didn’t know if Hortensia knew how serious the situation was. A long time to her could be a month or two, but even if Eve was cleared of all charges at the trial, it could take years. The justice system moved at a snails pace. If Eve was convicted…Jennifer didn’t want to think about that. Hortensia’s own children would be grown before Eve ever saw the outside of a fence. What on earth had she just agreed to? Matilda had been an easy choice. She had fallen in love with the idea of being her mom from the moment they met. They had so much in common. They both loved books, museums, and learning. Minus Matilda’s far superiour IQ, Jennifer almost saw her as a younger version of herself. Hortensia? She knew nothing about her, other than her violent tendencies, ability to cause mischief, and strike fear in the hearts of all the teachers at school. And that was when things in her life had been going well. As far as she knew anyway. When Hortensia returned a few minutes later with a blanket and her stuffed dog, she stretched out on the couch with her head on the opposite arm rest away from them. “Ten’s, do you want me to start from the beginning?” Jennifer asked. “I’m not listening, do whatever you want.” she mumbled, burying herself underneath the blanket. Jennifer started from the beginning anyway. After a few minutes of reading, she noticed Hortensia switch ends of the couch, so that her head was now closest to them. Not listening, hmm? By 7:30 she could hear Matilda’s deep even breathing and Hortensia’s snores. She supposed she just had a boring voice. She had put them both to sleep in less than 20 minutes. Jennifer set the book aside and rested her arms around Matilda, enjoying the comforting weight against her after the long stressful day. It never got old. She closed her eyes and relaxed, unwilling to break the spell of contentment she felt holding her sleeping daughter in her arms. When she heard Hortensia begin to stir, she reluctantly opened her eyes to find her sitting up and staring at her with a peculiar expression. She gave her a questioning look, but Hortensia only continued to stare with wide eyes as her mouth hung slightly ajar. “What?” Jennifer finally asked. “You’re…her.” Hortensia whispered, now wide awake. “The burned lady.” Jennifer racked her brain searching for something to say before settling on the truth. She nodded. Hortensia’s eyes grew even wider at the revelation. “So…so…that means…” Hortensia said, struggling to come up with a complete thought. “Let me put this one down for the night.” Jennifer said. “I think my voice bored you two to sleep earlier.” Hortensia frowned. “It’s not boring.” Hortensia said as Jennifer stood with Matilda wrapped in her arms, her head resting on Jennifers shoulder. “It’s more like that green goo.” Jennifer’s eye brows rose. “My voice is like green goo?” Jennifer asked amused as she carried Matilda up the stairs. “She means your voice is soothing, like aloe vera.” Matilda mumbled sleepily. “Oh?” Jennifer said, surprised before chuckling softly. “Good thing one of us speaks Hortensia.” “What did she mean? You’re the burned lady?” Matilda asked as Jennifer laid her down in her bed. “You were supposed to be asleep.” she whispered. “It means she and I are overdue for a conversation.” Jennifer admitted. “You might have company tonight.” After tucking Matilda into bed and turning off the light, she made her way back downstairs to find Hortensia waiting for her. “Let’s go to the kitchen. I think a strong cup of tea is in order.” Jennifer said, leading the way. They sat in silence for a few minutes, each sipping their drink before Hortensia seemed to realize what she was doing. “I shouldn’t have drank this.” she mumbled. Jennifer brushed her concerns away. “Don’t worry about it tonight.” “What happened to ‘Matilda’s six; your eleven.’?” Hortensia mumbled. “You went to the doctor; and you’re starting therapy tomorrow. As long as you’re in treatment and doing your part…” Jennifer shrugged. “That mattress has to be over twenty years old anyway.” They sat in silence a few more minutes before Hortensia finally asked. “What happened? I’m so confused about…everything. How is my mom responsible for Trunchbull’s death? I don’t get it.” “The Trunchbull happened.” Jennifer said softly. “I got hur-” She stopped, cleared her throat, took another sip and continued. “Miss Tunchbull hurt me to the point I needed serious medical care, so she put an ad in the paper looking for a mother of a young child. Your mother answered the article thinking a disabled child needed a babysitter and…” “And what?” Hortensia asked. “Are you sure you want to know? Maybe I should check with your mom first…” “No! Tell me! Does it have anything to do with what’s happening now?” “It does.” “Then tell me!” Hortensia demanded. “I’m sick of not knowing what’s going on!” Her voice began to crack with emotion. Jennifer rubbed her temples. Maybe not knowing was doing more damage than knowing. “Miss Trunchbull held you, your mom, myself, and Mrs. Rodgers hostage in a bedroom for five days.” Hortensia stared at her wide eyed. “I don’t remember this.” “You were young, younger than Matilda. I honestly didn’t know it was you, any of you, until your mom was arrested. Mrs. Rodgers had to tell me. I was on a lot of pain killers.” Jennifer explained. “If you don’t remember, how did you figure out it was me?” “I remember a little bit. I don’t remember being held hostage, I just thought I was with my mom at work.” Hortensia said. “When you were reading earlier, it reminded me of then. You read to me.” “You were probably the only thing that kept me sane through it all. Your mom was the one who suggested I become a teacher in the first place.” “She said you taught me how to read.” “Just a few words. You already had the basics down.” Jennifer said. “Can I see your stuffed dog for a minute. I want to show you something.” Hortensia stood and went back out to the living room before returning with her stuffed animal and her notebook. She handed Jennifer the dog, which was dirty, ruffled, and much loved. She took it and looked at the tag. There, faded and barely visible was a small “J”. She pointed it out to her. “He was yours?” Hortensia asked. She stared at the dog for a long minute before hugging it to her chest. “Where were we when this happened? Weren’t we out in the countryside?” Jennifer shook her head. “Here.” “Here?” Hortensia asked. “How were we here? We couldn’t have been here. We didn’t have plumbing. I remember an outhouse.” Jennifer laughed bitterly. “That was my closet.” Hortensia’s face soured. “Wait, so this all happened in the room I’m sleeping in?!” Jennifer sighed. She had been waiting for her to make the connection. “That’s why it felt so familiar! It was driving me crazy!” Her face began to lose color. “It’s haunted.” She whispered. “I saw it! There’s a monster in there!” Jennifer frowned and raised a brow. “I’m serious! I remember it! I’ve been dreaming about it ever since!” “Are you sure you just didn’t dream it in the first place?” “No! It was there in the room! The face!” Hortensia opened her notebook and thrust it towards Jennifer. She took it and studied the drawing. “I promise, there’s nothing like that in there. Monsters aren’t real, Ten’s.” “I know what I saw!” Hortensia said, beginning to grow angry. “If monsters aren’t real, then explain Trunchbull.” “Okay, you’re right. She was a monster.” Jennifer said, palms up. She could sense another one of Ten’s fits coming. “There’s a good chance this isn’t what you saw though.” She slid the notebook back. “You were very young, and very traumatized. I don’t know if you remember, but she snapped your arm.” “She did?” Hortensia said. She thrust her arm out. Jennifer could tell it hadn’t been set properly by the way it jutted out in an odd direction. “You could have seen a movie, a painting, a cartoon character, or anything around the same time and your brain merged the memories together.” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “Some things aren’t worth remembering.” “So why is my mom in prison then if she was a hostage?” “We were afraid Miss Trunchbull was planning to kill you all once I was back on my feet to keep you quiet. She had already proved how violent she was. She broke your arm, beat up Mrs. Rodgers, and threw your mom down the stairs.” “What did she do to you?” “I’d rather not talk about it.” Jennifer said. “We came up with the idea of making her feel like she could buy our silence. We wrote up a contract and agreed never to talk about it if she paid your mom and Mrs. Rodgers. This was maybe… six years ago?” “Then why did she only name my parents? I mean, I haven’t heard from my dad in like seven years.” “I don’t know.” Jennifer answered truthfully. “All of us are confused.” “So she did target me! I knew she had it out for me since my first day of school there!” Jennifer doubted it. It probably had much more to do with Hortensia pouring maple syrup in her chair than anything her mom may have been involved in. “Is that why you’re all scarred?” Hortensia blurted out. Jennifer’s face began to pale. “I saw when you went streaking towards the lake.” “I-I don’t want to talk about it.” Jennifer stammered. “She did that to you?” Hortensia asked. “Is that why you asked me about all that stuff then? Did she-” “Stop!” Jennifer said, more forcefully than she had meant to. She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath, but when she opened them again she found Hortensia on her feet. Jennifer flinched. Hortensia’s eyes looked wild and filled with rage. “Ten’s…” Jennifer tried to say, but in one quick movement Hortensia had grabbed the kitchen table and shoved it onto its side. Their half-drunk mugs of tea crashed to the ground, sending broken shards of porcelain scattering across the kitchen floor. “Hortensia!” Jennifer was on her feet too. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE THE REST OF THEM!” Hortensia began to scream. Small footsteps began to race down the stairs. “Mom! What happened?” Matilda called from the foot of the stairs. “STAY IN YOUR ROOM, MATILDA!” Jennifer yelled before taking a deep breath. “Backyard. Now.” … “What did I get myself into?” Jennifer moaned into her hands. She was back on Dr. Reinfield’s couch, Hortensia was waiting in the lobby alone. “You can always tell her mom ‘no.’” Dr. Reinfield said. “You are allowed to change your mind.” Jennifer rubbed at her face before looking up. “Especially if you feel Matilda’s in danger.” Jennifer gave a sad laugh. “She’s furious with me for even considering it.” “Who? Hortensia? Or Matilda?” “Matilda.” Jennifer said. “She heard me on the phone with Cynthia last night discussing our options. I thought Cynthia was willing to take her in, but now she’s suggesting putting her in a group home.” “Who’s Cynthia?” “It’s Eve’s friend. As soon as she heard it might not be temporary she backed off. I feel like I’m her last option, and I don’t want to just abandon her.” “Do you know what might have happened last night?” “We were just talking and then she… lost it. She flipped the kitchen table. It had to weigh at least 45 kg!” “What were you talking about?” “Her mom and…” Jennifer sighed. “She kept asking all these really personal questions about things I didn’t want to talk about, and I might have raised my voice a little.” “I see.” Dr. Reinfield said. “Feelings of rejection, whether real or only perceived, are a common catalyst for these types of attacks. Do these attacks happen when she doesn’t get her way? Or is this more of a build up?” “Umm, I’m not really sure.” “Say she wants pizza, but you made chicken. Will the attack stop if you give her pizza? Is there a goal in mind?” “No, it’s not like that.” “So it’s more like something that has to run its course and get out of her system?” “Yes, it’s more like that. After the table and I sent her out in the backyard and made her do jumping jacks until she calmed down.” “That’s a healthy way to handle it.” Dr. Reinfield praised. “Exercise is a good, safe, outlet. The screaming, and breaking things is caused by the energy built up needing to escape. The trick is to find healthy and safe ways to channel this sudden out of control energy. I have one patient who set up a punching bag in the garage.” “I think I saw one of those in the basement.” Jennifer mused. Although she wasn’t sure she liked the idea of her getting even better at throwing a punch. Still, it was a better alternative than breaking everything in the house. “Some people’s reaction to seeing a child in one of these fits is to restrain them, but I would advise against it. It increases the chances of injuries both to the child, and yourself.” “She’s a biter.” Jennifer cringed. She thought of her conversation with Cynthia. “What do you do when she’s like this?” Jennifer had asked. “Pin her.” “Jennifer, the good news, you’ve come to the right place.” Dr. Reinfield said. “This is the first step. While I can’t make them stop, I can teach you both strategies to help manage them, and if need be, I can refer you next door if I feel medication is necessary.” “Thank you.” Jennifer said. “If you’re serious about trying to help this girl, then bring her in and let’s see if we can work out a treatment plan.”

Chapter 16 The ride home was uneventful. Ashley passed out before they even got on the main road and Elizabeth was busy glued to her phone texting Max. Bethany took a slight detour back into town partly for the change of scenery and partly because she had a stop to make. She pulled into the parking lot of ‘Littles R Us’ and looked to Elizabeth. “I’m just going to run in real quick to get a few things. Keep an eye on Ashley and the car for me, Lizzie.” Bethany said before she got out and made a beeline for the doors of the building. It really was quick and Elizabeth watched as she came back out with a small cart. Bethany opened Ashley’s door first and leaned in over the girl. She gently tucked the small princess dressed teddy bear that she had bought under her arm. She made sure the pacifier she had Elizabeth slip into her mouth after falling asleep was still seated and secured it with a clip and ribbon to her shortalls’ shoulder strap. Bethany closed the door with her hip, glad she splurged on the soft close door hinges the dealership had sold her on as the door quietly seated itself closed without risk of waking her sleeping princess. She popped the trunk and with a little finagling got the big box loaded in with the few other small items. She was back in the car after returning her cart and they were back on the road. In the apartment garage she set the stroller back up, loaded it with what she could and then slid Ashley in, securing the straps around her. She asked Elizabeth to get the final big box for her as she headed toward the elevator. Elizabeth looked at the box for a moment before picking it up, surprised a little that they didn’t already have a walker considering all of the other little gear they had. She chased after Bethany with the box in her arms after closing the trunk and Bethany hit the lock button on her remote as she waited for the elevator. The elevator ride was as boring as ever but neither of them was prepared for what was waiting for them at the top. Luckily Bethany had closed the hood of the stroller before the doors opened. Standing at the door was Ms. Dhoul with her pile of suitcases, looking impatient as ever. She looked Bethany up and down quickly. She then lingered on Elizabeth for a moment, undressing her with her eyes, a simple little smirk coming to her lips. Bethany gave a quick “excuse us” as she began to push the stroller forward to exit. Ms. Dhoul gathered up some of her suitcases to make room, eyes fixed on Elizabeth as she carried the box out of the elevator. “I see you brought your little out. Did she have fun at the park?” Ms. Dhoul asked as Bethany pushed the stroller out. ‘She’s good, I have to be careful around her’ Bethany thought as she increased the berth she was giving the woman a little instinctively. “She had such a blast she’s been sleeping since we got in the car.” Bethany’s eyes were focused on Ms. Dhoul, now she was picking apart the woman, her protective mother habits were on overdrive. Bethany’s spec ops training was planning attacks, analysing the situation, comparing what was at each other's disposal. She figured in this scenario it would not in her favour if Ms. Dhoul made a move against her, she had too much to protect, any other scenario she’d have the old witch. As soon as they were cleared of the elevator Ms. Dhoul began to load her luggage in. Bethany thought they had cleared any danger or confrontation with the woman before she heard the screechy voice practically crawl down the hallway after them. “My offer still stands, if you need any help with your little, just leave her with me for a week and we’ll have her all sorted and perfect for you. That goes for the big one as well. Been a long time since I’ve had a toy like that.” Bethany gave a quick “thank you Ms. Dhoul for the offer” over her shoulder as she moved farther away. Elizabeth had turned crimson, ‘how could she tell so fast?’ She questioned herself internally. The whole interaction had maybe been a minute at most. They made their way back to the apartment and Bethany fumbled with the keys for a moment before opening the door. Her protective instincts were on full power as she quickly pushed the stroller inside and only waited a moment for Elizabeth to clear the door before she had it closed and the lock thrown quickly followed by the chain. Ms. Dhoul really rattled Bethany’s nerves after Ashley had told her about their little hallway meeting. Ashley was luckily still asleep and Bethany extracted her from the stroller. She didn’t want to wake her up at the moment so she carried her to the nursery and stripped her out of her outfit. Despite having filled her previous diaper at the park, Ashley had plenty of liquids in her system after finishing off the amazon sized apple juice with her lunch and a liquid breakfast. She was becoming a frequent bedwetter at this pace and although the diaper wasn’t soaked, Bethany peeled it away on the changing table. She looked at the vibrator antenna and gave it a little pull to remove it. After the swing set, the app had notified her that the batteries were running low anyways so there wouldn’t be much more she could do at this point with it. Ashley only stirred a little but it came out without waking her. She pulled the belt across Ashley to make sure she wouldn’t roll off while sleeping. True to her previous promise, Bethany went to the crate from work where the trainer was stored and retrieved it since Ashley had asked for it. She caught Elizabeth sneaking towards the bathroom when she was headed back to the nursery, clearly trying to hide something. “Stop right there.” She commanded which required her to freeze. “You just went an hour ago which means you only have bad intentions to be going back to the bathroom this early. Go stand with your nose in the corner of the living while I take care of Ashley. I will come get you when I’m ready.” Elizabeth cursed her luck, she had been so close to getting out of the damp pull-up with Bethany none the wiser unless she counted the pull-ups. She had retrieved a fresh one from her bedroom stores while Bethany was in the nursery and she knew she should have just changed in there but she had wanted to make extra sure her bladder was empty. Now that the LCU had its commands she had no way of hiding the evidence. At least standing in the corner would give her some time to come up with a good excuse for the spare pull-up tucked in the front of her skirt. Bethany slipped back into the nursery to see Ashley still sleeping soundly. She wasn’t sure if what she was about to do would wake her but she lubed up the trainer anyways. She got in position and it slid in with ease without even causing Ashley to flinch. It seemed that the vibrator had prepped her for it and she didn’t even notice it had been replaced. She looked at the jar of suppositories on a shelf under the table. They weren’t the heavily medicated variety that had been used on her previously, just plain glycerin that would loosen things up. If she started getting used to using her diapers a bit more she wouldn’t be so hesitant and intimidated by doing it more frequently. She pondered for a moment before her hand started moving towards the jar. She was internally justifying it as a step to help Ashley as she unscrewed the lid. More than likely, her run in with Ms. Dhoul had triggered her mommy instincts that had previously cooled a bit and she was doing what felt right now. She extracted one of the waxy small slugs and inspected it for a moment. It wouldn’t hurt her to have one she justified. She applied a little lube to her finger and gently lifted Ashley’s legs. Very, very slowly she began to push the suppository into the girl’s unsuspecting bum. Ashley made a slight grumble and Bethany thought she was caught but Ashley’s eyes didn’t open. She whispered as she seated the singular suppository with her middle finger “I’m doing this for you princess. I’m sorry if you get upset but I want you to be as happy as I am.” She slowly removed her finger and laid Ashley’s legs back on the table. The next hard part was picking out a new diaper. She perused the options for a minute or so before she settled on a thick nighttime diaper, since she was already napping and would likely need a change again before dinner it seemed like a logical choice. She had picked a soft yellow diaper with little duckies on the plastic surfaces. She had it opened and slid under Ashley quickly followed by a healthy amount of powder. It was sealed and Bethany went to pick out a onesie and some socks to go with it. She settled on a white onesie with yellow bands around the openings and a yellow ducky on the chest holding an umbrella to match her diaper. The socks were similar with yellow lace around the ankles. She swapped out her pacifier for a yellow one to complete the ensemble, Ashley gratefully accepted the swap even in her sleep and Bethany loved watching the shield bounce up and down as she suckled it. Yellow looked so cute on Ashley with her platinum blonde hair and Bethany couldn’t resist taking a picture of her sleeping on the changing table, the leak guards of the large diaper peeking out of her onesie. After her little photo shoot, Bethany lifted her precious little girl from the table and carried her over to the crib. She wasn’t sure if Ashley would be upset to be demoted to the crib so early but it was the best place for her at the moment since she couldn’t make sure she was safe in the bedroom while she dealt with Elizabeth who was clearly trying to hide something. After laying her in the crib she tucked the princess teddy bear under her arm and pulled a blanket over her. She couldn’t help snapping a few more pictures before she turned to leave. She practically skipped to the door with glee and flipped the light switch off and gently closed the door, stealing a last few glances at her sleeping little as it clicked shut. Now she had to switch modes entirely to deal with Elizabeth. Her face went stoic as she walked into the living room and spotted Elizabeth with her nose in the corner. “Care to explain yourself? What were you trying to sneak by me?” Bethany said as she came to stand behind Elizabeth, not close enough to be touching her but close enough that Elizabeth could feel the menacing presence standing over her and make sure she had no escape. “I…I…. Had an accident.” Elizabeth stuttered out finally after a minute. She figured it would be the grownup thing to do to own her mistake. “I was trying to change pull-ups before you found out because I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Bethany relaxed a little, she didn’t know why but she had thought it would be a much worse confession. She had also pretty much guessed Elizabeth’s intentions and had already known she had wet herself even if it was just a little based on how fidgety she had been in the car despite the girl’s best efforts to conceal her discomfort. “I know.” Bethany said after letting the confession steep a little. “H-h-how did you know.” Elizabeth almost turned from the corner to face Bethany but remembered at the last moment that she hadn’t been given the permission. “Call it mother’s intuition. You think I wouldn’t notice how antsy you seemed in the car?” Bethany explained. “I was honestly going to let you go out tonight in your pull-ups if you had just told me before we got home. But since you were trying to go behind my back I don’t think your padding will be so thin.” “Please, I’m sorry, I should have told you sooner. Please don’t make me go out with max in a diaper. He’s already booked the reservations at a fancy restaurant and has movie tickets and he’s okay with picking me up. I can’t cancel on him now.” Elizabeth was practically in tears. “How about I give you a choice in the matter then. Turn around for me.” Bethany said which allowed Elizabeth to turn and face her. “Option one. You can go out with max tonight in a dry pull up.” Bethany emphasised this with pulling Elizabeth’s skirt down and grabbing the spare that had been tucked into the elastic band, holding it up for Elizabeth to see that the princess design was different and if she swapped pull-up she still would have been caught and probably would have been in even more trouble. Bethany let the skirt fall to the floor which revealed the slightly discoloured wetness indicators. “But you’re going to have to drink, let’s say, ten glasses of water before he gets here to pick you up. Would be pretty difficult to entertain a date if you're constantly running off to the bathroom. And you can bet that your bottom will be cherry red in that pull-up. I’ve been craving a nice messy diaper. I couldn’t stop myself with Ashley and the tub of glycerin suppositories were too tempting so maybe I'll slip you one or two of those in as well and your date will get a good idea of you bladder control.” “Option two, no spanking, no extra fluids but you will be wearing a diaper with the command that you are not allowed to touch it, take it off, or change yourself. I’ll let you pick your clothes and even lend you my wardrobe to help you hide your diaper. Makes me so happy that you’re worried about disappointing me. Of course, you will have to carry a spare diaper in your purse in case the need arises and you have to find someone to change your soggy britches.” Bethany continued “Option three, the one I highly suggest you avoid, you decide to fight me. I give you a taste of the LCU, your bottom ends up red, you get a pacifier with a few litres of water hooked up to it. Max shows up to pick you up and you’ll be wearing a very sexy short dress and a nighttime diaper with your trainer inside and the command to wet yourself ever time he makes any physical contact with you. I’m sure if that came to light I could come up with a few more sinister additions to that so let’s just call that the foundation of your expected punishments.” Bethany finished. “Choice is yours, now nose back in the corner for 10 minutes to help you focus on the decision at hand. I haven’t had the time to go to the bathroom like you have so when I return I hope to have an answer.” Bethany marched down the hallway to her master bathroom leaving Elizabeth with her nose in the corner. Bethany undid her heels and slipped into the bathroom for her own alone time. The power trip had felt a little bad but if what she suspected of Maximus Guildroy was true, she’d actually be doing Elizabeth a huge favour no matter how dense she is. She darted into the bathroom and took a seat on the toilet. She had been holding it for way too long at this point and the release was sweet. She knew from her spec op days that she could hold it for 24 hours or more when she was on recon missions, granted some of that impeccable bladder control had dissipated since her retirement but she still wasn’t anywhere near desperately needing a potty like Elizabeth had been. She finished her business and went back to the closet and pulled the second case that had been delivered before they left the office off the high shelf. She set it on the bed and popped the locks before slowly lifting the lid to reveal the contents. She hadn’t seen them in person yet and she couldn’t stop herself from running her fingers over them as they practically shone in her eyes. With Elizabeth headed out for the night, it would give her and Ashley some time to themselves so that they could have some intimate one on one time. She looked at the clock and saw the 10 minutes were up. She closed the case and slid it under the bed for later, contemplating how she would bring it up to Ashley. She slipped back out to Elizabeth, barefoot now, her footsteps were silent, something else she had picked up from her spec ops days, so the girl didn’t hear her coming. When she was a few feet away, in her loud commanding mommy voice she asked “So what’s your decision?” Elizabeth practically jumped out of skin and collapsed to the floor, the front of her pull-up becoming more yellow. “I-I want option two. I’ll take the diapers but please help me make them less noticeable.” Elizabeth stammered out after her hands had shot to the front of the pull-up to help stem the flow that had sprung out from Bethany’s surprise. “That’s a good choice. And trust me, I think you’ll be happy with it. Now, how about you go get cleaned up, have a nice warm shower and a soak, make sure your body hair is in order, though I’ve already helped you out with some. I’ll find some options for clothes while you’re at it. Then I’ll help you with your hair and makeup like the good ol’ days when we were kids. I promise you I have gotten much better at both since the last time we played dress up.” Bethany said as she helped Elizabeth to her feet. She gave her a playful swat to send her off the bathroom. “Oh yeah, disarm, wouldn’t want the LCU imposing any commands while you get ready.” Bethany took her seat on the couch and turned on the tv to finish her movie from the previous night and to unwind. She looked at her watch and saw it was 3:00 already. Since Elizabeth was going to be out, she contemplated what to do for dinner, she didn’t feel like cooking and she knew the grocery supplies would be running low at this point so she debated what to get delivered. The movie, even with all the violence, really helped her unwind. She flipped on the baby monitor that was conveniently located on the end table of the couch. The mobile above the crib had a camera that watched the occupant below it and the monitor displayed the image in high definition. Ashley’s arm had moved above her head at a right angle while the other was still holding the teddy. Given her struggle at the park with rolling over in a thinner diaper on a harder surface than a crib mattress, Bethany assumed she’d have a whole live stream to herself of Ashley sleeping like a baby on her back. She couldn’t help but smile at the image as she lost track of time until she heard the shower shut off. She stood with “well, guess I have to get to work helping Lizzie. Sleep tight princess.” She blew a kiss at Ashley through the monitor before setting it down to go pick out some outfits for Lizzie’s date. ——— I need your guys’ help deciding which chapter will be next. Do you want Ashley and Bethany’s evening events first or Max and Elizabeth’s. I have a few really exciting ideas rolling around for both but don’t know which one I want write first. As always, thanks for reading!

Sorry for the long delay in getting a new chapter out! I needed some motivation! Hope everyone enjoys! Chapter 14. Tish successfully made it through her classes without incendent today and was now back at work for day 2 of her new life. At times the thought did pop into her head that she might be able to do this, that she might be able to get used to it. But then she would either have to pee herself or notice the constant bulk of diaper soaked in her urine and it disgusted her. Unlink everyone else on the planet, she knew she would never get used to this. Thankfully she hadn't had another run in with Allison today. The little brat would be more than she could handle today. Instead she focused on her job for the next several hours, always watching the clock. It was a busy day and that was fine by her as it made the day go by quicker. At times she thought she might just turn into a robotic version of herself. Sleep, diaper change, school work, home repeat. She would just accept the fact that shewouldn't have a life for awhile and that might help her get through this ordeal. Block everything out and keep expectations low. This type of thinking depressed her even more. She wasn't the type of have a defeatist attitude She didn't have much longer to linger on this as her next customer's voice was all too familiar. "Hello Tish, I'd like a large latte please", Agent Smith ordered. She was polite as she could be, wanting to do what Jenn asked of her. She rung him up and started making his drink. "How is everything going? If you have any questions just let me know." It took all of Tish's willpower to say this next part but she did. "Mr. Smith, I did want to apologize about your visit. I know you are just doing your job but it is very hard to be scrutinized like that by a stranger." "Don't worry about that at all Tish. My job is to help everyone through this. And I appreciate you saying that." "I'm sure you have a lot of people not complying with the rules and the last thing you need is me being a bother.", Tish stated inquisitively. "Actually, I haven't had any real issues so far. I do a couple of home visits but most of my work is at the office and fairly routine. You and Jenn are my only flagged account but it looks like you both have everything under control." "Flagged account? What's that mean?" "It's because Jenn is so young and a last minute sponsor. It's really no big deal. Just a littel extra scrutiny from time to time but I don't expect any problems from you two." Tish could tell if that was a demand or an observation. "Oh", Tish said blandly, disappointed that she was his only 'problem' account. She didn't want any extra scurtinization. She was an adult, not a child. "Well what would really help is more diapers. Any chance we could get more soon?" "Not yet, right now everyone is on 2 per day schedule. I'll let you know if more become available though." "Well thanks, here is your coffee.", she handed it to him and motioned to the next customer to get this interaction over with. "Thank Tish! See you tomorrow!" Tish was glad to be rid of him and she hated how he presumed to be on a first name basis with her. Who did this guy think he was? And she figured she would now be seeing him on a dialy basis at her coffee shop. When she was freed up with her next customer Allison appraoched her. "Hey, I saw you talking to that guy again. He's actually good looking! Anyway, I just wanted to say, way to go, on being a team player Tish! You gotta remember, people come in here for a nice drink and enjoyment and our bad day isn't there bad day ok?" The anger was building up, "Yeah I know Allison, thank you.", The nerve of Allison giving her a pat on the back for serving a cup of coffee. And she was sick of people telling her this guy was good lucking. She couldn't care less. But Tish bit her tounge, took Allison's comments and finished her shift. By the time she finally made it home, her diaper was very wet. She didn't ever remember peeing this much throughout a normal day in her prior life but maybe she did and never paid attention. The 2 coffees she normally had at work weren't helping either. The other issue she was trying to put out of her mind over the last several hours was her stomach. It had started making noises. She knew what was coming. She knew her body and she was about 12 hours overdue. The house was quiet. She didn't like it. It made her feel lonely. She wanted Jenn to be home but it would be another hour or so. She decided to straighten the house up and get dinner half prepared. Something to take her mind off being alone and the noises coming from her stomach. She tried to put that out of her mind for now but it wasn't working. She continued with some housework over the next hour until Jenn finally walked throughthe door. "Tish?" "Hey, welcome home. Dinner is ready we just need to warm it up. You hungry? "Yeah, I had a long day. I'm super tired so thank you for making dinner. I noticed you cleaned up too." "Yeah, just a little thank you for everything you do for me. I know I'm the last thing you want to deal with right now.", Tish said sullenly. "Tish.. don't be that way." "I know, I just feel bad. Would you mind heating dinner up while I get a shower? I'll lay my fresh diaper out and get everything ready so you just have to tape me up and then we can relax. How about that?" "Sounds good Tish.", Jenn said and stared as Tish stood there awkwardly waiting. "You need to untape me." "Think you can do it yourself carefully and not rip the tapes again?" Tish nodded eagerly, amazed that Jenn was trusting her to do this so soon after what happened the day before. "I'll be careful. Promise." "Fine." Tish scurried into the bathroom and shut the door. She was about to empty her bowels into her diaper at any minute. She could not hold it any longer and was beginning to panic. She waivered back and forth for a few seconds on what to do. Get this over with? Or... She looked at the toilet and contemplated it for a second. She thought to herself, 'just once isn't going to hurt. No one will know. I'll use my diaper for real tomrrow.' She reached down and gently pulled at the thick tapes securing the diaper snuggly to her and pulled them apart, one after the other until she felt the pressure of the soaked beast lessen. She let the soggy mass fall and it hit the floor with a thud. "Everything OK in there?", Jenn yelled. "Yep all good." Now naked, she rushed and plopped her bare butt on the toilet. It field weird sitting here for the first time in over 2 days. She relaxed and exhaled as her mess rushed into the toilet like it should in a normal person's life. She hadn't gone in 2 days and she was glad this large nasty mess was not inside her diaper, all over her right now. She got up and wiped herself like she normally would and looked into the bowl. 'Ewww.' She folded the diaper up and sealed it. And realized she forgot the disposal bag. God how could she be so stupid. This plan wasn't thought very well few and now she was panicing again. 'Ok ok, I have to hide this', she thought. Her hand went to the lever to flush the toilet out of instinct and she was met with the sound of the flush. It seemed louder than normal in the quiet house. 'Oh god!', she thought. She quickly got to the bathroom door and locked it at the same time Jenn started knocking. "Tish? What is going on in there. Did you flush the toilet? Why is this door locked?", Jenn jiggled the door knob. "Jenn? Sorry I can't hear you I'm in the shower. Be out in a few sweetie!", she tried to play it off. Tish finished cleaning herself. It felt so good to wash the stink of the day off of herself. She couldn't help but be constantly self conscious that she smelled like pee to everyone around her, even though the diapers hid the smell very well. She shut the water off and stepped out. "KNOCK KNOCK", "Tish, open this door right now. I mean it." "What? It's open." "No it is LOCKED.", Jenn said followed by some more banging. Tish went to the door and unlocked it and cracked the door open to peek out at her friend, hiding herself and the damaging evidence behind the door, "Sorry I guess I locked it out of habit. Is everything ok?" Jenn pushed passed her friend, who was standing there completely naked and dripping wet. "Where is it?" Tish tried to cover herself. "Don't play dumb with me." She walked up to Tish and moved her out of the way, revealing the rolled up diaper. She picked it up the heavy wet lump and examined it and then looked at Tish, then at the toilet. "You didn't!?" Tish hung her head in shame. There was no way she could lie. She never could. She sucked at it. "You used the toilet. Tish. I gave you the slightest bit of freedom after a really tough day for me. And this is what you do? You lie to me?" "Jenn, please don't be upset. No one will know. Tomorrow I will #2 in it. I promise. And we'll deposit it and everything will be normal ok?. Ok? Ok?", pleading that her friend wouldn't be upset with her. "I'LL KNOW! How can I trust you now? This is important Tish and you are treating this like its optional. It's not optional. It sucks I know but that is life. This is your life now." Jenn put her face in her hands in frustration and the stress of the day. Tish forgot about her nudity and went to Jenn. "Jenn, I'm sorry. I just couldn't bring myself to do it." "Tish, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to talk about this right now. Get dried off and get your ass in there and lay out your diaper. I'll be in shortly.", Jenn sternly said before slamming the door. Tish sulked to Jenn's room where her diapers were. Laying next to them was the disposal bag she needed. She put the wet diaper in it and sealed it up. She'd walk it down to the corner after dinner or in the morning. She laid out her next diaper on the bed and put on her favorite t-shirt. At least she'd be partially clothed when Jenn came in. She laid down on the diaper and got it situated under her like she liked it so far. She hoped Jenn would make this quick. "I'm ready.", she yelled into the kitchen and living area of their home. She didn't get a response for awhile. She waited a few more minutes. "Jenn, I'm ready!" "I'll be in shortly. Just stay there and be patient Tish." Tish laid there siliently on the fresh diaper, waiting to trap her for the next 11 hours. She stared at the ceiling, and listened for hints of Jenn coming in. She hated this feeling. She knew she screwed up, she pissed of her best and only friend, and now she was forced to lay and wait here like a child in silence for Jenn to come change her diaper. Jenn finally did come in about 10 minutes later. It seemed longer to Tish. Tish looked at her and could see the disappoinment on Jenn's face. She looked away as Jenn went to work. "Oh Tish, you are red down here! You didn't feel this?", she said as she rubbed the inside of Tish's thigh by her crotch. "Not really. It's kinda burny though now that you mention it." "Hang on, I have some lotion." Jenn returned and squirted a fair amount of her favorite lotion into her hand. She spread Tish's legs wider so she could apply it. Tish blushed at the embarassment of the position she was in. It was all too much still. She jumped at Jenn's touch. Jenn rubbed the lotion all over her legs and crotch and private area. It all happened to fast for her to really react. Once again she liked the attention but couldn't get over the anxiety and weirdness of Jenn doing this to her. "There, that should help. With how long you have to wear these wet diapers, I think we'll need to keep using this lotion at every diaper change, ok? "Ummm ok, if you say so.", Tish said in agreement. Jenn brought the thickness up between Tish's legs and secure the diaper. "Ok Tish, there you go. Your dinner is ready for you." Tish stood up, feeling a bit better. At least Jenn was talking to her. "What do you mean, my dinner? Aren't you eating?" "I already ate while you were in here waiting. I just needed some alone time." Tish felt heartbroken. She wanted them to enjoy the meal she made together. "Go on. We'll talk about it in the morning." Tish sulked out of the room. She didn't feel like eating now but managed to get a few bites in before cleaning up the dishes. It was still a bit early and she stopped by Jenn's room one last time and tip toed in and sat on the bed. Jenn let her. "Jenn I'm so sorry. It's not going to happen again. I Promise." "I know Tish, but you've promised before. I just hope they don't find out. And I want you to take this seriously. Is that possible?" "Jenn, Yes. I know I screwed up." "Well go to bed. I'll see you in the morning." "Ummm..." "Ummm what?" "Well I was hoping I could stay in here with you again?" "Tish, I don't think its a good idea ok? I'm sorry but you need to sleep in your own bed." A wave of emotion hit Tish. Why did she feel so sad? "I'm sorry Jenn. Goodnight.", she said as she hung her head and slowly walked out. "Goodnight Tish". Jenn watched Tish leave her room and felt bad for her. Was she too harsh? She knew she couldn't understand what her friend was going through but rules were rules. She shut her light off and let her head hit the soft pillow and stretched out on her bed. Tish finished getting ready for bed, brushed her teeth and went to her own room. Her bed was still unmade from two night before. She shook the sheets and blankets out a little and climbed in and let her head find her pillow as well. Between her tears and the thick diaper between her legs it took her awhile to fall asleep, but she eventually did.

Chapter 58: Stopped I PULLED THE chain free from underneath my shirt and ripped off the attached pendant. I looked at the fake piece of jewelry for a moment. Grandpa had told me I would need at least laxatives, if not enemas, for a couple of weeks to go after taking the medicine. It was only to be used as a last resort. Right then, another cramp hit wrenched my guts, and I knew I had no choice! Swallowing it, even as I felt more liquidy mess poor from my rear, I wondered how long it would take to work! Fifteen seconds went by, with further liquid somehow still involuntarily finding its way out of my body. I looked at my watch; the class was in fifteen minutes, and it would take ten to get there! One whole minute had now passed. Something suddenly felt different. The cramps were gone, and my stomach and intestines felt odd. My abdominal muscles felt tired due to the strain that they had been under. Still, they no longer felt like they were going to shove my intestines through my body into the toilet below. Knowing I had no choice but to get moving to avoid being late to class, I carefully climbed back down. I started gathering toilet paper again from the too-tall dispenser. The liquidy mess on my rear tried crawling down my legs as I did so, but I somehow managed to catch it and put it inside the toilet bowl. I rapidly pulled and wiped until finally, the paper came out white no matter where I wiped! The skin where I was scrubbing felt really irritated, like after the spicy food challenge the week before. I was relieved to no longer have the urge to go as I put the final piece in the toilet and pulled my pants back up. Since I had not heard the toilet flush, I used the stool to press a manual flush button barely within my reach. As I climbed up and looked into the bowl, I felt like vomiting. There was spatter everywhere inside the bowl, and given it was a toilet for a body several times my output, it was impressive how full it was. Pressing the button, I gathered my things and walked gingerly to the sink to wash my hands. I opened the door and was immediately greeted with the tall form of Miss Madelyn, “Let’s see those poopy pants, Mister Big Boy!” She gleefully told me as her hands moved aggressively towards me! BETH LOOKED AT her phone and saw the message she’d sent to Connor had been read, no matter how long she hopefully waited, but no reply came. She acted impulsively and left the other girls to gather everything as she hurriedly followed Mackenzie out of the union and towards the dining hall, where Connor was apparently doomed to thicker protection. ‘That bitch!’ she couldn’t help but think. She knew that Bigs didn’t like being challenged and actively did everything she could to stay under the radar because of it. The only times she’d been dumb enough to do something she’d very nearly been done in herself! ‘And just hanging out with Connor put a target on my back!’ She grumbled. There was no way she could walk away from Connor now, though. She was seeing red as she hit the door to the outer lobby of the Dining Hall, just as Mackenzie did. In front of her, she saw Madelyn hunched over a shivering Connor, who had his pants down at his ankles. She could see just a little bit of the blue of his babyish Pull-Up around her giant form. Her insides froze; Madelyn was probably the worst nest mother for Connor to deal with right then! The psycho loved lording her abilities over her nest and forcing them to nurse from her, helping ensure they were stuck in their diapers. Before Beth could even contemplate what her next move could be, Mackenzie’s long legs took her over to Madelyn. “What are you doing, Maddy?” “Checking your whittle boy’s poopy pants?” Lilly shoved her hand out of the way. “Why would they be poopy? Connor has the best potty chart of any Little?” “Not anymore, I’m sure of it!” Madelyn said. “Check for yourself!” She giggled. Beth stood in horror then as Mackenzie did just that. “THEY’RE NOT POOPY,” Mackenzie said calmly after pulling back the back of my Pull-Up and gently rubbing her hand through my hair. “I doubt that!” Madelyn said as she shoved past her and physically ripped the sides of my Pull-Up apart! It caused me to stumble to my knees for a second before I stood up and looked at Madelyn. I stood there, butt naked and completely exposed, as Mackenzie ripped the clean Pull-Up from her hands. “Not a spot on them! Keep your hands to yourself!” Lilly said. “Impossible!!!!” She hissed. “He must have changed!” Mackenzie did something I didn’t expect then; she gently pulled my pants back up over my rear and patted my back. “We can check that pretty easily.” She pulled her phone out and scanned the ribbon while Lilly held it for her, “This ribbon hasn’t been removed, and it shows he made it to the potty just now. Looks like he was on the potty for a while, so he might have an upset tummy?” She looked at me. “Kind of,” I confirmed. “Well then, even with an upset tummy, he’s still made it to the potty! I think I will need to report you being too aggressive, though, to Dean Northrup! Maddy, this is unacceptable behavior! I’m beginning to think maybe you should be on the other side of the room?” Mackenzie said. “Bitch, you do not want to mess with…” she started to say. “Ahem!” A voice said. I turned up and noted it was Dr. Greene, the head nest mother. “Umm… Good afternoon, Doctor Greene,” Madelyn said. “Good afternoon; I believe, Miss Mackenzie, that you probably should give Mister Slane a hand here with a new Pull-Up since that one is ripped apart? Then do your best to get him to class on time?” I looked at my watch. I only had five minutes to make it there! “I don’t know if I have time to return to the nest, ma’am; I only have six minutes now to make it there,” I told her. “Is there nowhere else you have a spare?” She asked. “We confiscated all extras, remember?” Mackenzie told her. “That’s right… Put him in a diaper for now, then, and get him to class. Anything that happens in that diaper is not to be recorded as an accident on his potty chart since he can’t get it off.” “Yes, ma’am,” Mackenzie said and gathered me immediately in her arms. “Kenz, here’s a spare from one of my girls that should fit him,” Lilly said as she opened her bag and handed the light lilac-shaded diaper to her. “I’ll wait here, and we can carry Connor to class to get him there on time.” I grimaced but had a feeling that things could have been a lot worse than being put in a purple diaper! Mackenzie carried me into the women’s restroom. As the door shut, I heard, “What the hell do you…?” BETH LOOKED ON at a very rare public rebuke of a nest mother. In the three semesters she’d been there, she’d never seen anything like it, and she could see the woman was just getting started. She had just enough wherewithal to pull her phone out discreetly and begin recording. “What did you give him?” Lilly angrily asked. “What do you mean?” Madelyn said, “I didn’t…” “If that’s the case, why did Mackenzie call me on her way over, saying something was up? And why were you so insistent he would have pooped his pants?” Doctor Greene pushed. “I…” “You are on thin ice right now! I’ve heard complaints non-stop about you from your nests and other students. I’ve investigated and always been told by your chicks that you were just doing what they asked for. But if any of that continues, I may have to look closer! Remember what the consequences are in your contract for abuse!” “Bu…” “What did you give him?” Doctor Greene asked sternly. Beth was standing against a wall, well away from her, as the temperature dropped. The tall nest mother seemed to know she had stepped in it. “LittleGo Plus,” she muttered. Beth felt her stomach drop as she could remember that being the substance her friend Ellie had been spiked with! Her mind raged then, and it took everything in her being not to go on a rampage against the taller girl. “That poor boy won’t be able to control his functions for a week!” Lilly hissed, “How is that different than any other Li…?” Madelyn was talking back for a moment before taking in Doctor Green’s look. “Get out of here, you idiot girl; messing with that boy in particular is as stupid as you could be! Dean Northrup and I’ll decide what to do with you later!” To her credit, Beth watched Madelyn turn on the spot and leave with a whimper, but not another word! MACKENZIE PULLED A disposable changing pad from a dispenser above the changing table. “Here, sweetie, hold your diaper for me for a second.” I blushed as she handed me the lavender diaper, and I was now holding my doomed fate in my hands. Using her other hand, she flipped out the changing pad a few times in the air and spread it down on the changing table. She lay me out on the table and pulled my pants down to expose my naked groin. I noted then that she wore a backpack that she pulled from her shoulders and pulled out a tube of something and a bottle of powder. “Connor, I know you’re a big boy, but depending on what Miss Maddy gave you, it’s probably safest for the next week to have you wear diapers?” “I…” I wanted to respond but couldn’t as she gathered my legs in the air and used a wipe to clean my butt. “I guess you must have done an excellent job cleaning yourself; I can’t believe after whatever she gave you, there’s nothing here…” I sat still as she took the diaper from my hand and fanned it open before setting my butt back on top of the soft fabric. “Lilly always gets to choose such cute diapers for her nest…” she cooed as she taped it up. I realized then that the diaper wasn’t just a light purple color but that there were hearts and stars all over the design, with a cartoon character in a dress on the front riding a unicorn that matched my backpack. I blushed. “Sorry about this, Connor; like Doctor Greene said, we won’t hold this against you when you have an accident. This one has Little Proof tapes, so there’s no way you’ll get it off to use the potty.” “Can someone else let me out of it to use it?” She shrugged, “They could, but I doubt you’ll find anyone. You’re going to your grandma’s as soon as you finish your next class, right?” “That’s the plan?” “I’ll make sure that I put a couple dozen diapers in a bag you can take.” “Why?” “I’m guessing whatever she gave you will keep you going…?” “I hope not?” “Well, we won’t hold it against you if it does Connor. Hopefully, whatever she gave you wasn’t too severe. Anyway, we need to get you to class; where are you heading?” “Euler?” “Ugh… that’s a hike. We better get going!” Exiting the bathroom, we discovered Lilly and Doctor Greene still standing there. I also noticed Beth standing alongside the wall. She made a discreet motion that I took to mean I needed to ignore her.” I sighed, looking up at Doctor Greene from my perch on Mackenzie’s hip. “All good now?” She asked Mackenzie. “For now, what did she give him?” “LittleGo Plus,” Doctor Greene shook her head. “What the hell? Why?!?” Mackenzie asked. “Good question! We’ll discuss that privately without little ears around. Please get your charge to his class now, then meet me in Dean Northrup’s office. Miss Lilly, I’ll need you to come too.” “Would you please email our professors about our absences?” Lilly asked her. “Certainly, I’ll even arrange for extra nest coverage if necessary so you can meet with them later. Unfortunately, we must figure this mess out sooner than later.” She looked at her watch, “Miss Mackenzie, if you get moving now, I think you can be just a few minutes late to class with Mister Slane?” “Yes, ma’am,” she said. She bounced me like you would with a baby for a second and took off towards Euler Hall with me. I watched Beth follow us, hoping she wouldn’t get any trouble for being late then. BETH FOLLOWED MACKENZIE and Connor to Euler Hall as quickly as possible after rapidly forwarding her video to Amanda and her dad. Mackenzie was practically sprinting to get to the class with Connor, so it kept Beth powerwalking to keep them in sight. She didn’t dare run to keep up like she needed to, just as she was likely to draw too much attention! She was relieved to make it to Euler Hall and see Mackenzie moving in the right direction with Connor, so she made her way to her class. It was a large enough lecture hall and type that she didn’t attract any attention as she sat down. She worried about Connor throughout class and had to fight the urge to message him since she didn’t want to get him into trouble! The equations the professor droned on about seemed unimportant as she processed what had happened in the past couple of hours. Sure, everyone knew things went on like that against Littles – but it was always carried out secretly! She tried to list the things she knew for sure were going on. ‘First, those ‘pods’ are causing the potty problems?’ she thought. ‘But why isn’t Connor having problems?’ The only thing she could think of was the nanites that had been an issue with the SkinSync makeup. Amanda had explained Connor as having a different version of them than people were used to now, so maybe they filtered out whatever the pods were meant to do? Then there was the whole oddly protective behavior of Mackenzie and that other nest mother, Lilly. Beth thought she remembered Connor saying she was swimming with them in the mornings, so maybe a friendship was starting there? ‘Wouldn’t they try to get him to be a ‘normal’ Little?’ Instead, they almost seemed okay with Connor retaining his potty training? The encounter at the dining hall she’d witnessed was another odd piece of the puzzle. She was reasonably sure that Madelyn had stepped in it badly, and it seemed like Connor’s grandmother was still important enough that they did not want to anger her. It almost seemed like a line had been crossed there that she suspected might be the end of Madelyn being a nest mother. ‘What’s in their contracts…?’ she couldn’t help but wonder! She shuddered for Connor, though; he was likely going to be uncontrollably pooping his pants for a week after being dosed with LittleGo. Really, he’d be lucky if it was only a week! She wasn’t even sure what the ‘Plus’ version of it would do! When her friend had been dosed with that horror, she’d vented to her mom about it and been horrified to learn her grandmother’s company had been the company that created it! “Why did they make that?” Beth had asked her mom. Her mother sighed, “My family made their money by creating such things, Beth…” With a grimace, “It’s part of why, even though you’ve forgiven me, I will always hold a great deal of guilt over everything.” She’d hugged her mom tightly then for a moment. “How long will it affect her?” Her mom shrugged, “I don’t know for certain. The product was licensed long before I took over, so it’s still on the market. I understand that the rivals who purchased the division ‘improved’ the design. Depending on the dosage and person, it can be a week to forever?” Beth had cried that day for her friend Lindsay and knew that even after she moved and transferred to another school, she’d still had problems. ‘Now Connor is probably stuck like that too!’ she worried. I WAS DEFINITELY given some strange looks by my classmates as Mackenzie carried me in. Still, Doctor Nash just smiled at me after Mackenzie whispered an explanation. I was, of course, horrified by the past forty-five minutes of events! I was fortunate I’d manage to resist long enough to get onto the toilet, but I had learned that my nanites weren’t invulnerable! Worse yet, I had used what I knew was an extreme measure to get my bowels to stop. The warning from Grandpa about clearing the medicine had me scared of those consequences! Even as I sat there, my stomach was not happy. Between the severe muscle cramps my abs had been through and the competing drugs, I struggled to focus in class with the spasms they seemed to make every couple of minutes! Fortunately, I already understood what Doctor Nash was discussing that day because I didn’t think I could have retained any new concepts by the time I walked out. When class finally ended, I felt like my stomach had gone ten losing rounds with a competitor in a martial arts tournament! Molly helped me down from my chair and asked, “Are you okay, Connor?” She added, “You don’t look alright?” I shrugged, “Been a bit of a rough day.” I donned my coat, shouldered my backpack, and walked beside her outside the classroom. “Need me to give you a lift to your dorm?” she offered as we walked out the door. Right outside, though, stood a friendly face, “Grandpa!” I said with a smile. “Hi, Connor,” he said, picked me up, and hugged me. “Gently, please,” I told him quietly. “Got it! Who’s this?” He asked, motioning towards Molly, who was standing there slack-jawed. “Oh, Grandpa, this is Molly. Molly, this is my grandpa, Doctor Westerfield.” “Nice to meet you, sir,” she said nervously. “I’ll see you Monday?” “Sure!” I told her and watched her walk away. I turned back towards Grandpa, “Should you be carrying me?” He laughed, “Today I can… Your grandmother convinced me finally to get treatment for my back and knees… I refused a full rejuvenation, but at least I’m not hunching over anymore. I’m feeling a whole lot better now!” “Good!” I smiled at him. After zipping up my coat, he carried me down the elevator and to the outside area. When we were out of sight, “How are you not in a completely filled diaper right now?” He asked softly. “I took the last resort medicine?” “I thought so… We’re going to have to stop by the pharmacy for some things to help get you going again.” “Does it have to be today,” I asked squeamishly. “No, we won’t use it today, but if you haven’t gone by Sunday, we will. You will probably be so stopped up we have to help.” He paused, “We also need to get some electrolyte drinks since I have to imagine you’re dehydrated right now.” “Where’s Grandma?” I asked, trying to change the subject. “Meeting with some idiots who I almost feel sorry for,” he replied with a look in his eye that made me feel like he wanted to be involved in the meeting, too! “What’s with the cute backpack?” With everything going on, I’d completely tuned out the juvenile and girlish backpack the past few hours. “Oh, yeah, let’s just say it’s been a really long week…” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please leave me a comment and press the Like button!!! This past weekend, I had my first real off weekend in waaaaay too long! Combined with a little bit fewer commitments in my evenings, it's meant I've had a serious surge of writing/including some things I'd already written to create new chapters! As of last weekend, this would have been my last fully completed chapter from my writing period in the spring months. As of right now, I have nine more chapters completed!!! (Chapter 67 is now completed and past the 200k word mark!). What does this mean? Well, I'm kind of feeling like sharing more this week, so 25 likes on this chapter by Saturday night means I'll give you a bonus chapter this coming week! 🙂 I hope to get another 5-10 chapters done in the next couple of weeks before my writing time again disappears through most of December. Thanks again for continuing to read what has become a very long serial work here! 🙂

This is a story that I wrote a very, very, very long time ago. Some of you may have not even been born when I first wrote this. I've been telling people that I'm going to finish it someday for a while. And with Christmas approaching, I figure this is as good a year as any to try. Two things: By today's standards I suppose this is a fairly rudimentary story. However I'm still proud of it, but truthfully there's only so much story left in this story. I want to bring it to a satisfying conclusion, but there will only be a few more short-ish chapters. I hope to make them good. But I don't want to draw them out unnecessarily either. Secondly, I've made a few tweaks to the existing story. Mostly fixing typos, but also changing a few details I was no longer comfortable with. I don't think any of this really impacts the story. Here are the original five chapters: Part 1 It was the first day of a long Christmas break. I was going to get three glorious weeks off. This was the result of some labor dispute the teachers at my school were having. It meant that the school year would have to run long into the summer. But I didn't care about that, at twelve years old that was too far into the future to consider. What mattered was enjoying my vacation now. It was important though, I thought, to not betray any excitement about Christmas. I was almost a teenager after all, and I was very proud of what I considered to be my near-adult status. My mom and I were spending the holiday with my Aunt Linda and her daughter Sarah. Aunt Linda had hit the jackpot with some wise investments many years earlier, she was able to live a fairly comfortable lifestyle without a day-to-day job. But she found it worth her while to babysit for some extra cash from time to time. She specialized in long-term child-care, watching after kids while their parents took trips. Sarah would pitch in while she was home from college, and together they would bring in enough money to fill in the gaps. The car rolled up the long driveway to the front of the large house. Linda and Sarah greeted us and we were shown to the rooms would be staying in. There were enough rooms to allow us both to have our own. Afterwards, we all sat in the living room and talked. The conversation turned to Aunt Linda's babysitting business. "You know," she said, "we'd be happy to take care of Jason for free if you ever needed it." I blushed at the offer. I knew about Aunt Linda's philosophy on boys and how she thought they matured much more slowly than girls. When she looked at me, she didn't see a young adult, but a small child who needed looking after. After we'd had dinner and some dessert Aunt Linda announced that she had a surprise for me, a gift that couldn't wait for Christmas to be opened. I braced myself. Her philosophy had led her to give me a string of gifts that were inappropriate for my age, and I had no doubt that this gift would be any different. The box was set before me and hesitantly began to unwrap it. Inside were some PJs. That would have been bad enough as I'd decided I was old enough to just wear sweats and a T-shirt to bed. But these were decorated with cartoon spaceships. I mustered enough gratitude to thank her. I figured it could have been worse, even if I had to wear them no friend would ever have to see me in them. I started to set the box aside but my aunt quickly spoke up. "Pull them out of the box, you haven't seen everything yet." I removed them from the box and my heart sank. These weren't just normal PJs, but one-piece footed sleepers. And beneath the first pair were two others. "Now do you see why I wanted you to open that tonight?" She asked rhetorically "This house can get very cold at night, now you can stay warm." I'd have to wear these things that very night, I struggled to contain a moan. "Those are adorable, Linda" my mom said "I'm sure Jason will be very happy to wear them tonight." Knowing I was doomed to sleep in footed PJs for the rest of my stay I muttered one more thanks and tried to get my mind off the issue. A few hours later my mom declared that it was time for me to go bed. I tried to whine that it was too early, but she cut more short explaining that it had been a long day and we were getting up early in the morning. "Now pick out which pair of PJs you want to wear," she said. I looked at my new pajamas and gulped. Besides the one with spaceships there was one with dinosaurs and one with cowboys. Each was blue and decidedly juvenile. Mom saw I was having trouble deciding so she selected the cowboy pair. "I think these are cute," she said as she handed them to me. "Get them on them you can back downstairs and watch some TV for a while." I took them and headed up stairs. A closer inspection revealed that the zipper was in the back. I wondered how I'd ever get them on. As I stepped into them I felt a slight shock followed by an odd tingling sensation, I dismissed it as static and attempted to finish putting the thing on. I got the zipper about halfway up before I could no longer reach it. I struggled for a moment before my mom came in. "What's taking you so long?" she asked. "I can't get this zipper," I answered. She quickly reached behind me and finished zipping me into my sleeper, again I felt a small shock. "Now," she said "I know you think you're too old to wear this. But I think you've been getting a little bit ahead of yourself. There are a few things that are change when we get home. Now let's get downstairs." I followed her down the stairs and into the family room where my aunt and Sarah were sitting watching TV. After I sat down, she ducked into the kitchen and came out with a glass of milk. "Here, honey, why don't you have a drink," she said. Aunt Linda began to speak up but mom immediately knew what she was going to say. "Don't worry," mom said, "he hasn't wet the bed in years." I blushed a bit at having my toileting discussed so openly, even if it was to deny bedwetting. "Oh that's fine then. I'm just worried because he'll be sleeping on a new mattress." Sitting in my footed PJs and drinking a glass of milk it was clear that first night that a line had been drawn. There were three adults my mom, my aunt, and even my cousin; and then there was me, the child. After the show was over, I was sent up to bed. I lifted back the sheets and saw that even they were babyish. There were little cartoon cars all over them. And sighed and hoped this would be limited to sheets and PJs. I climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep. In my dreams I was walking down the beach. I didn't really know where I was going or where I was coming from but I slowly began to realize I was wearing my cowboy PJs. Further on down the beach the waves began to rise ever higher. I tried to walk to higher ground but I was hit by large powerful wave and knocked to the ground. The wave receded back into the ocean and was left in soaking wet clothes. The PJs were clinging my skin and began to try to pull them away from me. "All I have to do is find a place to take them off and I'll probably never have to wear them again," I thought. But them something awful occurred to me, I wasn't on the beach, but in bed. I sat straight up and pulled back the sheets. My PJs and the bed surrounding me were soaked. How could this happen? I couldn't even remember a time I'd wet the bed. But here I was 12 years sitting in a wet footed sleeper. My first thought was to try to dispose of the evidence, but I couldn't reach the zipper. I'd have to admit to someone that's I'd peed in my bed. I opened my bedroom door. The sounds of the three women of the house having breakfast could already be heard. "Mom!" I called down "I need to tell you something." "Honey, it's not polite to shout. You can come down here and tell me." And display my little accident for everyone to, see? I didn't want to do that. "But I need to tell you here." "You can either come down or not tell me at all." I knew I couldn't spend the entire vacation in my room so sulked down stairs and into the kitchen. There was no need for me to explain anything when I appeared in the kitchen that morning with a large wet spot that spread halfway down to my knee with one small trickle running down to the right padded foot. "I... I had an accident," I stammered "I'm sorry about your mattress, Aunt Linda." "You don't have to worry about that, dear," responded Aunt Linda "I'm just glad you didn't try to hide it, now I can clean it up before it gets ruined." She went upstairs as my mom knelt down and hugged me. "That's OK, baby," she said "I really should have made sure nothing like this could have happened. But we can fix that tonight, can't we?" I really had no idea what she was talking about, and for a moment I thought I saw her wink at my cousin. But it felt good that she wasn't angry with me, and I just buried my face into her shoulder and cried tears of relief. Part 2 I was in a daze having just woken up in a wet bed for the first time I could remember. It was obvious that I was not going to be treated like the adult I thought I was on this vacation. Aunt Linda came back into the kitchen and announced that she'd cleaned up the results of my little accident. "I'm really sorry about this," my mom said "he's never done this before." "It shouldn't be a problem this one time, but we may not be so lucky if there's a next time." "I was thinking that maybe he should wear protection just in case it happens again." My eyes widened at my mom's statement. "She couldn't possibly mean diapers, could she?" I thought "I'm 12 and this is the only time this had ever happened." "I think that would be a good idea," replied my aunt "My experience has taught me that little boys are never really potty trained until they're a bit older than Jason. Sometimes it's just easier to keep them in diapers if they're having accidents." "I promise I won't do it again," I protested "I don't need to wear diapers." But mom had already made up her mind, "If this is just a onetime thing then you won't have to wear them anymore. But I don't want to take any chances." Then she turned to my aunt. "Do you have anything you'd recommend?" "Well, I don't know..." Sarah interrupted her. "You could probably put him in Pampers size 6. He's about the right size." "Yes," said Aunt Linda nodding "those should do just fine. I even have a few bags on hand." My heart sank. My cousin was now advising my mom on what sort of baby diaper I should be put in. "OK, then that's what I'll try," mom said as she turned back to me. "Now let's get you out of those wet clothes." I was led up to my room where my mom proceeded to help me out of the soaked sleeper. She assured me that I'd only have to spend one night in diapers if I was dry that night and sent me to shower. After I was done showering I overhead the three women discussing my accident. "I know how bad he must have felt," I could hear my mom saying "but he was just so cute in his wet little jammies. I can't wait to powder up his behind and get him all snug and diapered." My aunt and cousin voiced their agreement. I decided to simply put up with it for now. I was certain that it would all blow over after I woke up dry the next morning. So I got dressed and went downstairs. The rest of the day was uneventful and I managed to forget about what was awaiting me that night. But eventually reality came barging in. When mom decided it was my bedtime, she asked my aunt where the diapers could be found. She asked Sarah to go grab them and she soon came back with not only a bag of Pampers but also some baby powder. "Good thinking, Sarah. We don't want any rashes, do we?" commented Aunt Linda. Again I was led up to my room. Mom told me to sit on the bed and I complied. She began untying my shoes. She took off my shoes and told me to raise my arms. My shirt was pulled off over my head and neatly laid on the dresser. Then she gently pushed me onto my back and began to unbutton my pants which she quickly pulled off and laid on top of my shirt. Then she removed my underwear. I was laying naked on the bed waiting for my mom to diaper me like a little baby. She opened the powder and liberally sprinkled it over my diaper area. Then she grabbed a fresh diaper from the bag and unfolded it. "OK, sweetie, lift your butt so I can put this on." I knew there was no sense in resisting at this point so I allowed her to slide the diaper under my butt. She then brought the diaper up from between my legs and expertly taped it on both sides. "There," she said "now let's get your PJs on." She held out the dinosaur sleeper so I could step into it. I worked my way into the babyish thing as she zipped me into it. "Now hopefully there won't be any leaks. I don't want to have to wash these things everyday" she said. Once again, I got a static shock, but this one left me with a warm feeling all over. Then she pulled back the covers and patted my diapered butt as I climbed into bed. "Goodnight, baby, stay dry," she said as she kissed my forehead. She turned out the light and left the room. I could smell the baby powder and hear my diaper rustling beneath my PJs. I felt small, helpless, and babyish. I wondered how long this would go on and drifted slowly off to sleep. Part 3 I woke up the next morning and slowly began to remember the events of the last few days. For a moment I was relieved that the bed was dry, but then I remembered that I was diapered. It was hard to tell if the diaper was wet. I couldn't see it and had no access to it. I'd have to wait to have it checked. My mom opened the door. "Good morning, sweetie. Are you wet?" "I can't tell," I said. "Well let's check then." She pulled back my covers and started to unfasten some buttons in the crotch of the PJs. I'd noticed them before and didn't know what they were for. She stuck a finger in my diaper and pronounced me soaked. And without another word, she untaped my diaper removed it and threw it away. She then grabbed a baby wipe and started to clean my diaper area. I realized that the odd buttons in my PJs had been placed there to facilitate diaper changing. Why would Aunt Linda give me such a thing? And where did she get them? "There we go, all dry and clean. That wasn't so bad, was it?" I didn't respond. "Well, I think you may not be as grown up as you think you are. Now let's go downstairs and get some breakfast." In the kitchen, Aunt Linda and Sarah were setting out breakfast. "Well, we had a little wet diaper this morning but everything else was nice and dry," announced my mom. "Oh good," said Aunt Linda. "Isn't it nicer to wake up a dry bed?" "I guess so," I said. "You really ought to thank your aunt for letting us use those diapers," urged my mom. I reluctantly thanked her and she smiled and said "You're welcome, honey. Anything to keep those cute PJs from getting all worn out." I knew I'd have to do something to convince these three that I was as grown up as anyone could want. It was just that I was having some weird problem that was soon to pass. I'd show them I was all but an adult. If only I knew how. We had breakfast and to my great relief, my bedwetting was not discussed. After we finished, we all showered and went to the mall. The mall was packed with Christmas shoppers. We made our way from store to store and my mind wandered far away from bedwetting and diapers. In the middle of the mall was seated the requisite man in a Santa suit. I'd known about Santa for years, and hadn't sat in his lap for even longer. But something moved my mom to request that I do it one last time. I scoffed but she claimed she just wanted to see it one least time and promised that there might be a video game in it for me. Reluctantly I agreed and we got in line. While the line slowly progressed, I began to feel a growing urge to go the bathroom. I tried to ignore it. If I left, I would have given up my place in line and I didn't want to prolong this embarrassing episode. At last, I made it to the front of the line and took a seat on Santa's lap. My situation was quite urgent at this point but was certain I'd be able to make it. I tried to explain to the man that I was just doing this so my mom could get a picture. But there was some problem with the camera and I was forced to wait. I strained with all my might but my bladder eventually released. I felt a wave of horror and relief as I soaked my pants and Santa's knee in front of half the mall. After what seemed like an eternity the public spectacle was ended as the girl employed as an elf listed me from Santa's knee and placed me in front of my mom. "I'm sorry about this," said my mom. "Don't worry about it ma'am. We get wet little guys all the time." Replied the elf. My mom took my hand and began to walk me toward the restrooms. I just looked at the ground and wondered what was happening to me. Maybe I really was turning into a baby. Maybe I always was a baby. The line for the restrooms seemed to stretch on forever. Mom surveyed the scene and led me into the changing room instead which was far less busy. "OK, honey. I have some clothes here that I bought for you, we'll just have to have you wear them now." There was no privacy anywhere in the room so I had to change out in the open just like the babies who were being tended to by their mothers. As my mom was helping me out my clothes one of the mothers took notice of the scene. "Have a little accident?" she asked. "I'm afraid so," replied my mom "He's been having accidents at night, too. If this keeps up, I'll be changing diapers all day." "Mom!" I interjected. "Oh honey, everybody knows that little boys have accidents every once in a while." The woman nodded and smiled at me. "You should be glad you have a mother who knows how to take care of you." Just then my mom noticed that she hadn't bought any underwear. "The mall provides extra diapers for parents who run out. I think they have some large training pants over in the corner. My mom thanked her for the tip as she walked out with her baby. She quickly found a pair of large pull-ups and held them out for me to step into. Not wanting to be naked any longer than necessary I complied and the training pants were pulled into place. Soon I was dressed in dry clothes and we left. We caught up with Aunt and cousin and we lingered around the mall a little longer. I longed to get back to my aunt’s house where I could take off the silly diaper was forced by circumstance to wear. But when we got home my mom insisted that I keep it on "just in case." After dinner I was watching TV when my bladder again demanded to be emptied. The urge was very strong and it was obvious I was losing my ability to know when I needed to go until it was extremely dire. My cousin was using the downstairs bathroom so I ran upstairs to use the upstairs one. Halfway up the stairs a trickle began to run out into my pull-up. I figured I could still get away with it if I made to the bathroom but right in front of the door, I flooded the training pants. It was a good-sized wetting but my training pants held it. After a brief bout of panic, I decided I could dispose of the pull-ups before bedtime and my mom would never know. So, I went back downstairs and pretended nothing had happened. In the living room my mom greeted me with the pair of Dinosaur sleepers I'd worn last night. "Aunt Linda rented a movie. So, I thought it would be a good idea to get you all ready for bed before we started watching it." I gulped and followed her back up the stairs. Once again, I was taken out of my shirt and pants. "I see you had another accident. Oh well, we'll just use diapers until we can get you potty trained again." Once again, I was wiped clean with a baby wipe, powdered and diapered. She helped me into my PJs and led me downstairs into the living room. Aunt Linda started the movie and I sat down in a chair. "Why don't you come over here with me, sweetie? That's Aunt Linda's chair." I walked over to my mom and she picked me up and laid me across her lap. She cradled me in her arms. After all the embarrassment I had to admit to myself that being cared for was comforting. I felt secure in my mother's arms. Instead of protesting I laid my head on her shoulder and watched the movie. Long before it was over, I was fast asleep. Part 4 "You must have sleepy. You slept through the whole movie," said my mom as she woke me up. I looked around and realized that I'd fallen asleep on my mother's lap. She checked my diaper and smiled. "Looks like you're going to need a new diaper before I put you to bed. Let's go." Groggy and sleepy I followed her into my room where I obediently laid down on the bed. She changed me into a fresh diaper and tucked me into bed. I think I fell back to sleep before she even left the room. In the morning I was jarred awake when I hit the floor. In a daze I looked up at the ceiling and realized that I'd just fallen out of bed. Things were just getting weirder and weirder. My mom must have heard me hit the floor because she came rushing in. "Are you OK, honey?" she asked. "I think so. I just fell out of bed," I replied. She came over and helped me up onto the bed where she started to change me out of my night-time diaper. "Since you had those accidents yesterday, I'm going to keep you in diapers today." I knew I was in no position to protest; I needed diapers now so I'd have to let my mom put a new diaper on me for the day. So, I allowed myself to be diapered. Once she was finished, she helped me into my day clothes and we went downstairs for breakfast. As I sat down at the table Aunt Linda could hear my diaper rustle. "So, you've got him back in day time diapers to?" She asked my mom. "Yeah. His pull-Ups were wet when I got him ready for bed last night so figured he'd better have some today just in case." Aunt Linda looked at me sympathetically "You poor little guy. Don't worry I'm sure your mom will get you all potty trained again." After breakfast I decided to go out in the backyard to play. Aunt Linda had an enormous yard to explore. Any kid could easily spend hours poking around and discovering things. I was in one of the far reaches of the yard when I was struck by the need to go to bathroom. I had only the slightest of warning before I lost control and wet my diaper. I looked down at my pants and was surprised to see that my Pampers had done their job and contained the flood. Then I was horrified as it dawned on me what I'd have to do. I trudged back to the house with my soaked diaper bulging between my legs and went inside to find my mom. When I found her in the living room I gulped. "Mom?" I asked. "Yes honey?" "Could you uh... change my diaper?" "Oh of course. Just come up stairs and we'll get out of that wet thing." We went upstairs were I laid on my bed. Mom slid my pants down to my ankles, untaped my soaked diaper, and removed it. As she was wiping me clean with a baby wipe, she told me about her plans for the rest of the day. "Aunt Linda and I are going back to the store for a few things. Sarah will take care of you while we're away." "But she's barely older than me," I protested. "She's very good at looking after little boys. You'll mind her just like you'd mind me," she said as she fastened a fresh diaper in place. Before long, my mom and aunt were on their way out the door and my mom was leaving Sarah with a few last-minute instructions. "And make sure he gets a nap. He was really tired last night and don't think he's getting enough sleep." My mom turned to me and said, "Bye sweetie, remember what I said about minding your sitter." The door closed and I was in the care of my 15-year-old cousin. "So do you want to play a game?" she asked in the same way she must have asked the preschoolers she babysat. Not knowing what else to do I agreed. She set it up on the floor, it was some game for little kids but she patiently and slowly explained the rules to me. As we played, I became aware that I was wetting my diaper. I hadn't even felt the need to go and sat up in surprise. Sarah noted my surprise "Are you wet?" she asked. I blushed and nodded. She took my hand and took me into my room. "Your mommy said you'd need a nap, so I think you should take it after we get you in a dry diaper. So why don't you sit down so I can get your shoes off and start getting you ready." For a moment I balked. But I remembered what my mom had said and how serious she was. So, I reluctantly did what I was told and sat down on the bed. Sarah untied and removed my shoes. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. "Now lay back," she said as she gently pushed me into a reclining position. She unbuttoned my pants and slid them off my ankles. Finally, she unfastened my diaper. There I was naked and vulnerable before my babysitter, who'd been a playmate at family reunions only a few years ago, as she diapered me and prepared me for my nap. It was clear that no matter my physical age I was the baby of the house. She set to work with the wipe and baby powder. And before long I was in a fresh new dry diaper. "I think you'll be fine in just your diaper for now," she said. And then I was tucked into bed and put down for a nap. I was very tired from all that had happened that day and I slept soundly for the next hour. Once again, I woke up on the floor. Mom and Aunt Linda were home by that time and everyone came rushing in to see what had happened. Mom helped me up. "Are you OK, baby?" she asked. "I think so," I said. "He fell out of bed last night, too. I just don't know what to do with him." "We have a large crib in the nursery," Aunt Linda responded "It's certainly big enough for him." "That's a great idea, Linda," said my mom "I was thinking of moving him over there since it's closer to my room. But I never thought of the crib." That night my stuff was moved into the nursery. The room was huge with a vast expanse of colorful carpet, a crib, a changing table, and a rocking chair. Colorful nursery rhyme characters covered the walls and a full toy chest sat in the corner next to a playpen and a few books. My new room was very different from the one I had at home with rock star posters. In the back of the room the nursery had its very own bathroom where my mom led me after getting me out of my clothes and diaper. "I think you're going to need a quick bath before bedtime," she said. She started running the water and instructed me to get in. She poured in some soap, grabbed a towel, and began to bathe me. I was embarrassed to have my mom give me a bath but somehow it felt good too. I knew I was loved and cared for. All three of these women had taken good care of me. Lots of kids wouldn't have been so lucky. She didn't say a word she just hummed as she gently and thoroughly cleaned me up. For the first time I really relaxed and began to accept my role as the baby. After she was finished, she helped me out of the tub and wrapped a towel around me. "Sarah told me what a good boy you were today," she said as she dried me off. "I have a special treat for you since you've been so well-behaved." She didn't say what it was but she boosted me onto the changing table, put my diaper on, and helped me into my PJs. Then she walked me over to the rocking chair and laid me in her lap. Reaching over to the table next to her she retrieved the treat a full bottle of milk. "Before you decide whether you want this or not, I want to talk to you. " She said "I feel like I'm a lot closer to you after these last few days. This may sound crazy to you but I feel like we really bond when I'm changing your diaper. And when you were sleeping in my lap last night, well I just wanted that moment to last forever. I think I've asked you to grow up to fast. I want to have my little baby back, and I think you might want to be my baby. Do you?" I looked at her and could see how deeply she wanted to take care of me. And she was right, I'd been to quick to try to become an adult. Something was missing, and maybe that could be restored. I smiled and said "Yes mommy. I want to be your baby." She smiled and put the bottle in my mouth. I leaned back, closed my eyes and sucked on it. My mommy began to rock and sing a lullaby. As I finished the milk I drifted off into the most pleasant dreams of my life. Part 5 I slowly woke up and realized I was in a crib. Above me was a colorful mobile and all around me were the slats of the crib which rose protectively far above me. I remembered the night before, how I had become a baby again. Next to me was a teddy bear, I turned over and hugged it. I closed my eyes and drank in the simple pleasure of being a baby in his crib. I felt like nothing in the world could hurt me there. I knew that I'd wet my diaper during the night, but Mommy would soon be in to change me into a nice new dry one. As I lay there I heard the door open and my mommy's footsteps. I stayed turned away from the door with my eyes closed and my teddy in my arms. For some reason, I wanted to pretend to be asleep. I could hear her as she leaned up against the side of the crib and watched me for a moment. "Wake up, sweetie," she said. And I turned and smiled. She let down the side of the crib and helped me out and onto the changing table. "You looked so cute with your bear I didn't want to wake you up," she said as she taped me into a fresh diaper. Then she helped me back down off the changing table, held my hand, and took me down to have breakfast. At the table, there was now an old wooden highchair. It was bigger than usual but still intended for use by babies and toddlers. Mommy had me sit in it and she slid the tray into place. "Now be good while mommy helps Aunt Linda get breakfast ready, OK?" she said and patted my head. I sat in my highchair and watched them make blueberry pancakes. I must have been an odd scene but it somehow seemed perfectly natural. Before long a Sesame Street was placed on the tray along with some cut-up pancakes and a sippy cup of orange juice. Before I was handed a fork mommy tied a bib around my neck. Aunt Linda admired me in my highchair and bib. "You just get cuter and cuter," she said, making me blush. I happily ate my pancakes and drank from my sippy cup as the three women discussed the travails of raising toddlers. Mommy finished before I did and took my fork "Here baby, we need to hurry up, let me help you." I smiled, it was just an excuse to baby me some more, but I was enjoying the attention. She carefully took each bite of pancake and put it in my mouth. She finished and wiped my face clean with a wet paper towel. She took off the tray and let down the highchair. She once again took my hand and led me upstairs to the nursery. She let down one side of the playpen and instructed me to get inside. "Be a good boy and play while we get ready for the day. I'll be back soon to get you all dressed," she said as she raised the side back up. She reached in to give me a playful swat on the butt and left. I sat down and began playing with the baby toys that had been left for me. They didn't really amuse me. But they completed the feeling of being a baby. And more and more I was enjoying it. I didn't have to worry about what was cool or fear what growing up would entail. For now, at least, I could relax and know I was loved. Something nagged at my mind though. I still didn't know why I'd begun wetting. It almost seemed like I was in the middle of a conspiracy. Mommy had given me the distinct impression that something big was happening soon. I pushed these concerns out of my head and focused on enjoying the moment. But the biggest surprise was still ahead of me. And the first new chapter: Part 6 “Good morning Mr. Cow,” I said as I walked the little plastic farmer from his house over to the barn. I wasn't sure how long I'd been playing, but the toys had started to grow on me as I'd sat in the playpen. “Having fun?” I looked up from the farm playset to see mommy standing beside my playpen beaming down at me. I realized she'd been watching and felt my cheeks begin to burn as I tried to stammer a reply. “Don't be embarrassed,” she said as she lowered the side. “I'm just happy to see you having a good time.” She walked over to the changing table. “But now, my little farmer needs to get ready for the day.” I sat my toys down and walked over to her, my sagging diaper reminding me that I'd wet while playing. She helped me up onto the changing table before opening the closet. “Now let's see,” she said perusing the options. “I was thinking you'd look sweet in this little bunny sweater. But,” she said grabbing a shirt “since you liked your farm so much, maybe this would be better.” She held up a bright blue shirt featuring a happy cartoon cow peeking out from a barn. I groaned and squirmed a bit “I was just playing.” She laughed “Well OK then, if you insist. Bunnies it is,” she fetched the pale yellow sweater. She draped it across the back of the rocking chair and motioned to me to lie down. After I settled down she began getting me out of my PJs. “You're OK with these clothes right?” she said as she checked my diaper and immediately reached for a fresh one. “It's just that one of the fun things about having a baby is dressing them up in cute things,” she untaped my diaper “I'm never going to let anyone make fun of you or make you feel ashamed about being my baby.” “I understand mommy,” I said as she dropped my wet diaper into the pail “I like the bunnies too.” She smiled and began to dust my bottom with baby powder “I'm happy to hear that.” After being taped into a fresh diaper and dressed for the day I was helped down onto my feet and taken by the hand to the top of the stairs. From below I could hear the sounds of Sarah and Aunt Linda preparing to go out. "Are we going somewhere?” I asked. “Yes. Aunt Linda's friend invited us all over for a little get together.” Mommy said as she led my down the steps. I thought about this as we approached the living room. I trusted mommy, but I didn't know what to expect from an outing like this. “He's adorable,” Sarah enthused as we entered the living room. “He is,” Aunt Linda said she clasped her hands together “I see you found the clothes.” “We did,” mommy said “I thought the cow shirt might be nice, but he wanted bunnies. Didn't you,” she said stroking my hair. “I just said...” I tried to explain but it was no use. They all laughed. “No need to explain sweety,” Aunt Linda said “We're just happy to have a little cutie to look after.” She turned to my cousin “Sarah, do you mind watching him for a moment while we get ready to go out?” “Not at all” she replied. She knelt down beside me and reached for my waistband. “I just changed him. So he should be good for a while. You could help get his shoes on though” Sarah nodded and gave me a pat on the bottom. “Come on, let's finish getting you ready.” She took some socks and my shoes from a stash near the couch and sat cross legged on the floor. “Come over here” she said sweetly. I hesitated, wary of the visit I was being brought along for. “Come on, don't be shy,” she said somewhat more insistently. I knew I was expected to comply so I reluctantly sat down near her. “Why so grumpy all of a sudden?” she said as she took one my feet. I just shrugged. “Think you're too big for me to take care of?” I shrugged again. “Your mommy says you're a baby, and you're in these cute little clothes and that diaper so....” I started to blush “I know but it's just that...” “I know how to settle this,” she took my big toe between he finger “This little piggy went to market.” She chanted. I tried to hold back but a short giggle escaped. She grinned as she moved to the next toe “this little piggy stayed home.” I couldn't help it any longer as I broke out into giggling and wriggling on the ground. “...And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home” she finished with little tickle to the bottom of my foot. “That's not very much like a big boy is it?” I was laying on the floor trying to catch my breath. She checked my diaper. “And that's definitely not.” I blushed and turned my head in embarrassment. “Don't worry” she laughed “You're just a little wet, you don't need a change yet. Now are you going to let me get you ready or do I have to try the other one?” I nodded. She slid on one of my socks “I thought so.” With a clearly practiced hand she tied my laces into tidy bows. I'd recovered enough to notice the teddy bears decorating my new socks. “Why do you guys have all these clothes?” I asked. “Don't you like them?” she asked in reply. “It's not that, it's just...” I struggled to explain what seemed like an obvious incongruity. “Why do they fit me?” She mussed my hair and smiled “Don't worry about it.” She flipped on some cartoons “Let's just hang out until we're all ready to go.” I turned my attention to the cartoons but still, I wondered what was in store at this friend's house. Soon Mommy and Aunt Linda returned. “Are we all ready,” Mommy asked. “All set,” Sarah replied “It took a little game of 'this little piggy' though.” Mommy laughed “I thought I heard some giggling in here.” She called me over and got me into my coat. She held out her hand “Now come on we don't want to be late.” I took her hand and we all walked out of the car. Mommy opened the backseat door revealing a car seat already strapped into place. “Up you go,” she said motioning toward the brightly colored thing. This was clearly going to be a part of the new life I'd agreed to, and of the easiest to accept. I climbed in without argument and was snugly belted in with an appreciative pat on the head. “That's my good boy,” she said closing the door. The car rolled along the winding country roads. Outside the signs of winter were truly beginning to show and I began to feel glad that Mommy had dressed me warmly. We arrived at our destination and I was let free from my car seat. Mommy took my hand and started to lead me up the walkway to the front door. I saw the diaper bag she had slung across her shoulder and began to worry again. I simply didn't know what to expect from visiting somebody else. Mommy must have sensed my hesitation because when I looked up at her she gave me a reassuring smile and squeezed my hand. I remembered what she said that morning, and I knew that I could trust her. I smiled back and trotted along happily beside her to the front door.

Whichever day it is you celebrate, have a safe day.

I just tried Diapers and a Paci for the first time yesterday...and i LOVE IT!!! I felt sooo cute, and vulnerable, and smol, I didn't know I needed this in my life! And the *CRINKLE*, eeeek! What is it doing to my brain? I just wanted to make that sound over and over and over again! LOL! Anyway, hello everyone, I'm glad I found this place!

Chapter 37: Blackout Parum Mortis – LittleFallenPrincess “Umm… What the hell happened?” Abby asked. I couldn’t see her face, I couldn’t see… well… anything right now. It was completely black all around me. With no windows or natural light due to privacy reasons, this room had plunged into utter darkness and the four of us were practically blind at this point. We had all fallen backwards in surprise, away from the table we were sitting at, so we had no idea where each other were. “Is everyone okay?” I asked. No one answered. “OI! Everyone check in!” I spoke a little louder this time. “I’m okay!” They all answered, one by one. “Good. Right, can you all hear my voice enough? Come towards it.” I instructed. I didn’t want to take the role of leader right now, as I was as terrified as they were, but I felt like I needed to. “Got you…” Grim said, clutching on to my hand after blindly swiping in my general direction. “I’m here…” Abby said, grabbing on to my forearm. But that was it… “Lucy? Luce, where are you?” I called out. Two arms wrapped themselves around my back. “I… I’m here…” Lucy whispered, sounding terrified. “Right… Can anyone see at all? Even just a little bit?” “Nope.” They each answered. “But I thought…” “You’d think so, all three of us should be able to see in the dark… which means this… this isn’t a blackout, this isn’t just a power cut… this is something else…” Abby said. “Then we’re under attack.” “Wait, seriously?” She replied. “What else do you think it is?” “Do… Do you think it’s the hunter? Do… Do you think he found me?” Lucy mumbled, trembling, her arms unable to sit still around my waist. She sounded just like a terrified child right now, so I reached my free arm around my back and pulled her back around, hugging her tightly. “I’m not sure. It seems like that’s the most likely possibility though. So… be prepared. Stick together. This isn’t time to ‘split up and look for clues’, no, we stick together. So do not let go of whoever you’re holding on to.” I instructed. I heard an agreement of ‘uh huh’s, and then started trying to think what the hell we could do. It’s not like I could just call Beth or Beatrice, and no one could see a thing. “Luce…?” I said, having maybe the slightly inkling of an idea forming in my head. “Y… yeah?” She replied, nervously. “So you know you have really good hearing…?” “Yeah?” “Could you use that as a form of… echolocation? Bounce the sound off things to judge their position kinda thing?” “I told you! I’m not a bat! We don’t turn into bats!” She whined. “I know, but… could you do this?” “I… I’ve never tried. I mean… I can track things with my hearing so… maybe?” “Just need you to get out of this room. So if I throw something in a direction, you could tell me what kind of thing it sounds like maybe? I know it’s not much, and honestly it could be a stupid idea, but can we at least try?” “Can do… but what are you going to throw? We can’t see anything…” I reached out, away from the three of them, and found myself clutching something hard at about waist-height. Feeling the plastic tablecloth from before, I knew that this must be the table we were sitting at. Crawling my hand slowly across the surface, trying not to accidentally break the contact my friends had with my arms and waist, I searched around, trying to find things to use for my plan. Thankfully, all the crayons and pencils we had been using were still on the table. “We just need to get outside. Whatever this is, can’t affect outside… surely.” “I guess. It’s the only plan we have right now, so we’ll go with it.” Grim replied. “Right… ready?” I asked, clutching a handful of crayons and coloured pencils in my hand. “Hold on to my dress, I’ll need both hands. And be very very quiet…” “Are we hunting wabbits?” Lucy joked. “...Yes.” I replied, laughing along with the other two. It was nice to see Lucy joking at a time like this. A few years ago she would have been on the floor in the foetal position. “Right, shush, Luce… Listen out….” I took a crayon and threw it forward. A soft thud came from the darkness. “Soft play area.” Lucy answered. “That’s the opposite way from the exit.” Abby pointed out. So I spun around on the spot, making sure everyone holding on to me didn’t let go, and threw another crayon in the opposite direction from the previous one. This time it sounded like more of a sharp thud. But if you’d asked me what area of the playroom that sounded like… I wouldn’t be able to tell. “Floor by the playpen.” Abby seemed to be a pro at this, especially at remembering the layout of the playroom. “Good. So with that information…” I threw another, this time it sounded a bit more like a crash. “Ball pit.” “That’s the way out!” I said, shuffling forward slowly, unable to see, until my shins hit something plastic. “There. We’ve reached the ball pit.” “We need to go around the pit seventy degrees, then head straight forward.” Abby spoke up. “We do?” “Red here has a photographic memory.” Grim answered. “Oh! Well that’s useful!” “Yeah, I didn't really know where we were or which direction we were facing until we reached the ball pit.” Abby replied. “Now we’re here and I know which way we came from, I think I can guide us out.” “Take it slowly though, okay?” “Got it…” And so Abby took the lead, walking on ahead, holding on to my dress and pulling me and the other two with her, around the ball pit and towards the exit. I felt the flooring change under my feet and I knew we were now in the changing room. “There, we made it to the next room. We get out of here and we…” Suddenly I felt something tug on my dress and instantly felt… lighter. As if we… were missing a person. “Shit, check in!” I called out. “Here.” Abby called out. “I’m… I’m here…” Lucy replied. …Silence. “Grim?” “GRIM?” We all started yelling. But… nothing. “SHIT SHIT SHIT…” It was Abby’s turn to start panicking now. “Right, I know this sounds heartless but there is literally nothing we can do about him right now. We need to make our way out, somehow get in contact with Beth and hopefully she can fix this and find Grim.” “I… agreed.” Abby said, sighing. So I threw another crayon and Lucy and Abby helped navigate us out of the changing room, back into the corridor leading back to the club. Part way along the corridor, I felt a similar tug on my dress before… and again, I felt lighter. “No… no… not again!” I cried out. “Wh… wha… what’s happening?” Lucy asked, sounding scared out of her mind. “Abby?” I called out. But nothing. “NO!” I screamed. “Luce… we need to get going. And fast. So if I throw, you push me in the right direction. I know it’ll be harder without Abby, but we need to get out and contact Beth. Got it?” “Uh huh…” Throwing a crayon, I waited a second before Lucy shuffled around behind me and started pushing me in what I assume is the right direction for the exit. The smell of baby powder disappeared, and I knew we must be back in the club by now. It had that smell that most clubs had, despite having yet not been used as an actual nightclub. “Nearly there, good job!” I called out behind me, trying to reassure my best friend as no doubt she was more scared than she had ever been in her long life. “Do… do you think Beth will be able to save them…?” She replied, panic in her voice making it clear just how terrified she was. “If she can’t… I will.” “You’re always so strong… I’ve always been so jealous.” “Oh hun, I’m not strong. I just don’t like seeing you and my other friends hurt. So I do what I can to help you all.” “Yeah exactly, because you’re strong. You always try to do the right thing, despite what it may mean for you. I think it’s probably why that original spell to bring you back from the dead backfired.” “You think?” “Obviously it's just a guess, I’m no Witch. But yeah, you’re strong. And you don’t get enough recognition for it.” “Oh shush.” “No, seriously, you…” Everything went quiet again. But Lucy still had her hands firmly planted on my back, so I quickly spun around and grabbed both her arms in case whatever it was that was attacking us came for her next… or even me. “Hold on tight.” I ordered. “I feel something… something nearby… watching us…” “Me too.” Lucy’s voice quivered in fear. “COME ON, COME OUT AND STOP BEING A COWARD!” I yelled. “Susie, don’t goad them!” “No, if they want to fight, THEN COME OUT AND FIGHT ME!” Suddenly… the lights came back on, illuminating the place, blinding me as the light pierced my eyes. I squinted a bit, trying to gently ease my vision back as it adjusted to the new light levels in the room, and found everything was blurry. And as the image in front of me sharpened… I found I was alone. “NO! No no no no no no no no…” I panicked, dropping to my knees as I frantically searched around the room for any sign of my best friend. “SHE WAS RIGHT HERE! I WAS HOLDING ON TO HER!” A creepy, sinister laugh flowed around the room. “Is that you, hunter? Here for round two?” I cried out. But… silence. The laugh disappeared, the room going completely silent again. Adrenaline surging through my body, I pounced to my feet and ran back the way I came from, hoping for some sign of the other two in the rooms we had passed through, in the ones I had lost them in. Corridor… nothing. Changing room… nothing… Playroom… nothing. I was all alone in this huge building, or at least I felt alone. Even with this mysterious intruder stalking me, I felt completely isolated as I ran back to the club, stopping in the middle of the dance floor and trying to think. “AHA! BETH!” I cried out to myself, rushing over to the bar. Climbing over the counter, I scrambled over to the wall where the phone was, and quickly dialled in our home phone number… our old home number. If she wasn’t there, she’d probably be at Lucy’s, and thankfully I remembered her number too. The phone rang for what seemed like an eternity… and just as I was about to give up, the click of the receiver echoed through my ear. “H… Hello?” Came a familiar voice. It was distorted and crackly, as if there was some kind of interference, but I could make out the soothing voice of my girlfriend. “BETH?” I cried out. “Susie? What… what are you calling me here…” “BETH, WE’RE UNDER ATTACK. THEY’VE TAKEN LUCE AND THE OTHERS!” “Sus… di… you say… atta….Susi… wha…” The distortion got worse, I could barely make out what she was saying. And that’s when the line went dead. “Beth? BETH? SHIT!” I screamed, slamming the phone back on the receiver as I clutched the air in frustration. “Ah ah ah…” Came an ominous voice from the ether, as if it surrounded me. “WHO IS THAT? WHO ARE YOU? WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?” I yelled, preparing myself for a fight. “This isn’t about them. Not yet anyway. This is between you…” A shadow dashed across the club floor, too fast for me to see what the hell it was. “And me…” I jumped as the voice sounded like it was directly behind me. Panicking, I ran to the side of the club, ready to defend myself, with my back to the wall so I couldn’t be flanked. “No friends to help you. No girlfriend. Just you and me.” An eruption of magic appeared in the middle of the dance floor, and once the sparkles and haze had died down… there was Beth, just standing there, a panicked look on her face. “Baby?” She cried out, looking around for me. “I… I’m here!” I replied, waving at her. Her eyes locked onto me as she breathed a sigh of relief. 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Chapter 3 The next week saw more of the same routine for me. I would wait for thirty minutes after Judy left for work and then diaper myself. All morning I would drink coffee and water and about an hour before lunch time my bladder would be very full, and I would start to wet the diaper. I had found that with the pullup in them as a soaker, they could hold about three wettings. I liked for the diaper to be pretty wet when I would leave the office and go to the kitchen to put my lunch together at noon. Normally I would wet it once will doing that. It had become a lot easier this week for me to release my bladder into the diaper when I was sitting or standing. Normally I would change my diaper right after I finished lunch and wet the second one. Right at two o’clock it would be time to remove that diaper, bundle it up in a trash bag with the morning diaper, take a shower, and then throw on my normal clothes. I would then bury the used diapers in the trash, hide my stash again and have about a forty-five-minute buffer before Judy got home. I only got myself off while wearing the diaper on Tuesday that week. I had found that I really liked the visual stimulation of seeing and talking to Janice to get me going. We only had a Zoom meeting scheduled on Tuesday that week. I was happy on Wednesday that I hadn’t jerked off during the day because when Judy got home from work, I could tell she was pretty frisky. I was finishing getting dinner ready, when she walked into the kitchen wearing a short t-shirt and panties and smiled at me. “Dinner will be ready in like two minutes.” I told her, trying to hide the surprise in my eyes at what she was wearing. “Okay… let me just go pee really quick.” She responded, she accented the word pee and winked at me. I watched her ass in her panties as she walked away and saw she didn’t close the bathroom door while she was peeing. From the kitchen I could just hear the sound of her bladder releasing into the toilet. She grinned as walked over to the table and sat down to eat as I brought the food to the table. “You don’t have to eat so fast; I am not going anywhere and if you haven’t noticed I am a little worked up.” She laughed while we ate our grilled chicken and a salad. “Sorry… it is just… I could tell you were a little worked up and… well you are really fucking hot, and I was already a little worked up when you got home.” I said shyly. “Oh… and what has you so worked up?” She asked. The reality was that I was ahead of schedule on all my work projects and had spent the afternoon reading diaper lover erotic fiction while being signed on to my computer. I wanted to be available for any Teams messages or emails that came through. I had found a couple where the wife participated in the husbands’ diapers, while providing a little humiliation about it, those stories had really turned me on. “Thinking about how hot you are.” I said with a big smile, obviously not able to tell her the full reason. We finished eating and she stepped over and straddled me on the chair. My hands went right to her ass, and I squeezed it tightly while we made out like teen agers. When we broke the kiss, she stood up and pulled her shirt off over her head, then pushed her panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them. I slowly stood up while admiring her incredible boobs. They were a very full C cup and had very little sag to them. She smiled at me as she saw me staring at them then reached down and pushed my gym shorts down my hips. After I kicked them off to the side, she pushed on my chest which caused me to sit back in the chair. Judy leaned over and kissed me as she slowly sat back on my lap. She grabbed my penis and lifted up, so I was in line with her pussy. We both groaned as she lowered herself down. She began to rock back and forth, and I thrusted into her. My mouth went to her breasts, and I sucked and licked her nipples. “Judy… I am sorry I am not going to last long at this pace.” I said, grabbing her hips trying to get her to slow down. “That is okay Mike. Fill my up with your hot warm cum. Then you can lick me to an orgasm… I know you like doing that. Plus, I didn’t wipe after I peed. You might be able to taste that also, pervert.” She said looking right in my eyes and smiling. I am not sure if it was her mentioning her pee or the idea of eating my cream pie from her, but I immediately shot my load into her. “Oh God… so fucking good. Thank you.” I cried out. “Fill me up perv… make my pussy nice and messy.” Judy demanded. As soon as my orgasm stopped, she got off my lap and grabbed my hand. She led me into the middle of the family room and pointed to the ground. I laid down and she kneeled over me bringing her pussy down to my mouth. “Lick me clean and make me cum!” She ordered. When I had gone down on her before after coming in her she had been on her back, and it wasn’t usually immediately after I had cum. It also felt like I had shot a little larger load than normal. As soon as my tongue touched her pussy, I could taste my sperm. I licked out as much as I could. “Oh yes… feels good… keep doing that.” I heard Judy say. I ran my tongue over her lips hoping I might taste some of her pee but couldn’t. I turned my attention to her clit and licked and gently sucked on it. “Fuck… keep doing that… please… yes… yes…” Judy cried out. I felt her clit swelling and circled it with tongues. I could feel her thighs tensing in my hands. She was going to orgasm soon. I pushed my tongue against it and nodded my head so it would move just a little. “That is… fuck me. Cumming.” She yelled. I felt my face by flooded with liquid. I am sure it was mostly her juices, but I am sure some of it was my cum also. My face felt slick. Judy stood up quickly and looked down at me and smiled. I continued to lay there, and I watched her ass jiggle as she darted into the kitchen and came back with towel. She kneeled down next to me and wiped my face with the towel then leaned over and kissed me. She then used the towel to clean my groin area. I sat up and pulled her against me and then made out with her on the floor. “I am sorry I came so fast… you just… well you know.” I told her, looking into her eyes. “Are you really sorry? Or are you glad you did so you could eat me with your cum pouring out me. Could you… uh… taste the pee?” She asked. “I loved getting to do that… and not really… but I was serious about cuming so fast.” I said a little shyly. “Here is a little secret. My best orgasms are when you go down on me. Here is another secret… when it comes to fingers… well… let’s just say I can do that better myself. This secret may hurt the most but… I have things in the bed side table that can work almost or as good as your dick. What I can’t do though is go down on myself and you are incredible at that, seriously the best I have ever had, and second isn’t even close.” She told me. “Oh… You aren’t just trying to let me off the hook about how quick I was, are you?” I asked a little unsure. “No… I promise and next time we will start with you going down on me after I pee and then have sex. That way you will probably cum even faster. Come on let’s go clean up.” She had a broad smile on her face and leaned over and kissed me. She stood up and took my hand. I was surprised that she led me through the kitchen into the master bedroom and to the shower. We hadn’t showered together in years. We spent at least thirty minutes in there together. When we finished, we put on sleeping clothes. A sleep shirt and panties for her and sleeveless t shirt and gym shorts for me. I told her she could dry her hair while I went and cleaned the kitchen and family room. She was lying in bed watching tv when I came back and climbed into bed. “Is it okay that I call you a perv? I mean it seems like you actually like it. I am mostly joking you know, although the pee thing is a little pervy, isn’t it? I just don’t want to upset you.” She asked as she climbed into my arms. “It is fine… and you are right. It is kind of a turn on.” I told her as pulled her close to me. “Kind of? I felt how you dick pulsed as I said it.” She laughed and looked up and kissed me. “Good night, Judy. I love you.” “I love you too…. Perv.” Once again, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next morning, I got up before the alarm sounded. I didn’t really need to set one, but Judy did just in case we both slept late. I decided to slip out of bed and go to the kitchen and start the coffee for her. I was playing on my phone when I heard her in the bathroom starting to get ready for work. “Good Morning. You were up early today. You must have slept well last night.” She said as she walked into the kitchen. “I did. How about you? I made you breakfast.” I said as I turned and carried a toasted bagel with cream cheese and a cup of coffee over to the table. “Thank you. I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.” She stepped over and quickly kissed me then smiled. “Well, I slaved over the toaster a little, but it wasn’t bad.” I laughed. I sat with her and ate some toast and yogurt. I was feeling antsy. When I looked at my phone, I had seen an email notifying me that I had a package arriving today. I was almost positive that was my new diapers. Besides being excited they were coming I was a little worried it they would get here before Judy got home from work. After Judy left, I headed into my office. A couple of new requests for proposals had come in this week and I needed to go through them to determine if we would bid on them. These reviews were normally done by me and Janice and then we would pitch the ones we thought we were a good fit for to the rest of the team. We would look at them separately today and tomorrow she and I would do a Teams meeting to go over them together. I thought about getting my diapers out but decided I would wait to see if the new ones would arrive in time to at least try them on. Plus, after the evening with Judy last night I wasn’t as worked up as I normally would have been. I also thought that since Janice and I had Teams meeting schedule tomorrow I could wear one during that and would probably get turned on looking at her breasts and I could jerk off while wearing a wet diaper. I kept checking my email all morning to see if they had arrived yet. When lunch time got here, I was starting to get a little nervous. Judy normally got home around three thirty and it was getting closer to that literally by the minute. At two o’clock they still weren’t here. I wasn’t panicking but my nerves were very on edge. Finally at two forty-five they were dropped off. The box was a plain card board box and the shipping label was very discreet. I quickly brought them in and took them out of the box. The packaging made my heart race. I looked at the clock and for a brief minute thought about trying one on before Judy got home but common sense won out. I hid the package with the other diapers and took the box out to the recycling can. I was back in my office when my wife got home. When she came in, I could see by her face that she hadn’t had a good day at work. “Kids rough today?” I asked. “Yea… nothing specific worth whining about but just a long day. How was yours?” She asked. “Mentally tiring… reviewing new proposals so lots of concentrating. Luckily one of them looks like it is good one and could be pretty lucrative.” I told her. We walked off to the bedroom together and I watched her undress. Her body language told me that sex wasn’t on the table, and I was okay with that. It had been a fun few days already this week. I called her over to the bed and positioned myself, so her feet were in my lap and started to massage them. “That feels amazing. I am a lucky woman… I want you to know that I know that.” She told me. “I am a lucky man… I want you to know that I know that.” I smiled back at her. We had a nice evening of mindless conversation, mindless television, a couple glasses of wine each and Chinese food that was delivered. She called it an evening an hour before I did and when I went up to bed she was sleeping soundly. The next morning, she hit the snooze button a couple times before getting out of bed. I was awake but didn’t want to disturb her, so I just laid there waiting for her to get up. When she finally did, she was a little panicked because it was later than she normally got up. I went and got her coffee ready and set a breakfast bar out so she could eat it while driving to work. I didn’t put lunch together because she always ate a salad at school on Fridays. She flew through the kitchen grabbing her work bag, the coffee, and the breakfast bar not even stopping to kiss me and barely taking the time to say goodbye. Even though I couldn’t wait to try on the new diapers I waited longer this morning before pulling them out because she had rushed out so fast. I thought if there was a morning she would come back because she forgot something it would be today. Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer and pulled the new pack out from the hiding place in the office closet. When I opened the package, I was hit with an aroma that reminded me of the pampers my brother had worn when we was a bed wetter. I pulled one of the diapers out and got a strange thrill from seeing all the pink on it and the princesses printed all over the outside. It was obviously bigger and thicker than the adult diapers I bought at the store. I opened it up and my excitement continued to build. I fluffed it out and laid it on the floor and removed my gym shorts. I slowly sat down on it and then laid back and pulled one side over and attached the tapes. I could already feel the significantly larger amount of bulk between my legs. I did the tapes on the opposite side next. It felt like the diaper wasn’t as tight as I wanted, and I was again disappointed that someone wasn’t diapering me. I read on ABDL site that you should rock yourself from side-to-side tightening the tapes as you did that, and it would fit snugger. I did this and did feel a difference, so I stood up. The bulk between my legs causes me to move with a slight wobble as I walked, and I smiled at that. I knew I wanted to see how it looked on me, so I went to the master bedroom and opened the walk-in closet door. Judy had a full-length mirror on the inside of the door, and I loved what was reflected back at me. It looked like it was really a baby or toddler diaper. I was also again surprised at the feeling that came from seeing the pink on the diaper and having the knowledge it was girl diaper I was wearing. For some reason that added to the arousal I was feeling. I was seriously wondering if I would be able hold off from jerking off in it until after my Zoom meeting with Janice a few hours from now. I left the bedroom and went back to the kitchen filling the largest coffee mug we had first and then pulling out two liter sized Smartwaters. I wanted to need to pee in this diaper as soon as possible. I went back to the office and quickly downed the coffee and then started on the water as I prepared my notes for the meeting. Just over an hour later I realized that I needed to pee. I had just started drinking the second water then. With very little effort I was able to start wetting the diaper. I was surprised that the front didn’t immediately start to swell against my hand that I placed there. Just as I finished peeing, I could feel it distending although more between my legs than against my hand. I remembered though that this brand of diaper was known for having a good absorbency capacity. Right now, I was sure it would hold up to at least one more wetting, and probably two more without much of a problem. I went through a few emails while watching the clock. Our meeting was supposed to start at eleven o’clock. I thought that would be perfect because I should probably feel a pretty strong need to wet myself right around then also. I went ahead and logged in eight minutes early because my anticipation of participating in a meeting with Janice, while wearing my new diapers, and wetting them was overwhelming me. Three minutes later I heard the screen make a noise and I looked over and saw Janice on it. The first thing I noticed was her top was loose and her cleavage was nicely displayed. I thought it was a good thing we weren’t meeting in person because she would be able to tell my eyes were fixed on her boobs. “Hi Mike. How are you today?” She asked cheerily. “I am great. How about you?” I smiled at the camera on my lap top. “I am great also.” She smiled back. We asked each other about our weekend plans and other small talk stuff and then moved on to the proposals. We both agreed that the one request was definitely a winner and that we should just focus on putting together our best pitch for that one. I had been able to stay pretty focused on the conversation through that part of the conversation but my need to pee had built up pretty quickly. I finally had to let my bladder go and my focus changed to how amazing it felt as the inside of my diaper warmed and I could feel the diaper swelling. I was a little worried that Janice could hear me peeing in the diaper. “You, okay?” She suddenly asked. “Yea… sure… why?” I wasn’t able to hide the nervousness in my voice. “You just… I don’t know… your facial expression changed or something and seemed like you were suddenly distracted.” She said with what looked like a forced smile. “Sorry... I am good…” Except I suddenly wasn’t because I sensed, saw, and heard noise in the doorway of the office and looked up and turned to the right and saw Judy. I hadn’t heard her enter the house and I had no idea why she was home. I felt my heart stop I think, and an overwhelming level of panic come over. Because my desk was against the wall Judy could look right at me and see what I was wearing. I watched as her eyes went from confused, to surprised, shocked. I had brought my hand down to try and cover and hide the diaper but that was impossible. “Mike why do you have diaper on…. a pink diaper… and is it…. Wet?” The tone of her voice also gave away her total shock. “What did she ask you?” Janice asked. When I looked back at the monitor there was shock on her face also. “I have to go.” Was all I said and slammed the lap top closed. Judy had walked over to me and was looking down at me. I could see that she was waiting for an explanation. My problem was I wasn’t sure what I was going to tell her.

Chapter Two “Hey… Jane asked if the kids could stay here this weekend. Billy wants to take her away for the weekend. Any reason they can’t?” Judy asked on a Wednesday as we sat down for dinner. “I don’t have any real plans so that should be okay.” I replied hiding my concern as she said it. It had been over three months since the last time they had stayed. I knew that the package of pull ups in the closet had a lot less in there than the last time my nephew was here. I didn’t know if he got them out, or if Judy did, when he stayed. I wasn’t even sure he was still wearing them. “It has been a while since they have been here.” I asked casually between bites. “I know Clara babysits them most of the time these days and Kimmie is almost old enough to do some of the babysitting herself.” She responded. Clara was one of our nieces. She was the daughter of Judy’s brother Jim. She just had a birthday, turning eighteen, and wasn’t as interested in babysitting, especially all weekend, Judy had gone onto explain. Her mom had passed away right before she became a teen and Judy and her sister Jane had become very close to her so she would help if really needed. “How are they all doing?” I asked. “Okay, I think. Jane says that Kimmie is becoming a bit of a handful… of course she turned thirteen last month so that is to be expected.” Judy laughed. “Boy crazy yet?” I laughed while responding. “Starting to be… and a little big for her britches. I think they are going to have some interesting battles. Fortunately, Tammie is still hyper focused on soccer and tennis so I don’t think she will be as much of a problem for them.” Judy explained. “How about Timmy? How is he doing?” “Jane said good. He seems to be coming out of his shell some. Has some confidence and isn’t letting his sister’s push him around as much.” Judy said finishing her dinner. “How about at night?” I asked nervously. “Oh… I asked Jane and she said she is still having him wear pull ups to bed but that he hasn’t woke up wet in a couple weeks. She is almost ready to let him stop wearing them but thought it would be a good idea this weekend.” She told me, picking her plate up and taking it to the sink. “I remember my mom struggling about when to have Adam stop wearing diapers at night.” I said as I took my plate to the sink. “I didn’t know your brother was a bed wetter. Jane was a bed wetter the worst part was my mom made me wear pull ups to bed for almost two years longer than I needed to because she didn’t want the younger sister to be out of diapers first.” She said as she put the plates in the dishwasher. “Wow… really? I didn’t know that. You really didn’t like wearing them?” I asked trying to sound calm. “Of course not. Why would anyone like wearing a diaper, or a pull up I guess, that didn’t need to. Nothing comfortable about them.” She turned her attention to cleaning a pan. I had been wondering if I could share my, I guess, fetish with Judy. I thought she might get the wearing them part of it, but I didn’t think the wetting them or getting off in them would go well. I also was pretty sure it would be difficult to convince her to diaper me and change me. Based on this conversation I was even more sure I wouldn’t be doing that. We moved on to other stuff. I was only really paying half attention to what she was saying because I was thinking that I needed to replace all the pull ups I had used. I also had to worry if Judy would go in and check to see how many we had before I had a chance to do that. The next morning, I went into the kids’ room after Judy left for work. I grabbed the bag of pull ups from the closet and took a picture of it with my phone. I had a Zoom meeting for work at nine but as soon as that ended, I headed out to the store. I was able to find the right brand and size for Timmy and picked them up off the shelf. He was small for his size and the largest size of toddler pull ups fit him. I started to head out and a thought came to me. Two aisles down I found what I was looking for, adult incontinence products. I grabbed the bag that said the waist size would fit me and looked the closest to diapers, not pull ups. I used the self-check out to avoid having a cashier see what I was buying. I was still embarrassed to be holding them in my hands and couldn’t wait to get them in a bag and to get out of the store. Even when I got home, I was worried about a neighbor somehow seeing what was in the bag as I went from the driveway to the front door. Standing in the kids’ room I opened the new package and pulled three out. That was my guess on how many were gone before I had started taking them. I switched the new package out with the old and took the old pack, with the adult sized diapers to my office. I was anxious to try one of the adult diapers. It was past noon now and I wouldn’t be able to wear it very long and still feel like there was enough buffer to clean everything up, including myself, if I wet it. I also really needed to get through a bunch of emails for work. I hid both packages deep in the closet of the office. We had a great weekend with the kids. When they left on Sunday evening, I could see that Judy was a little depressed. We had both made peace with the reality that we wouldn’t have our own kids, but we still had occasions where we wished it had been different. “It is a little weird to see them so grown up. They pretty much don’t even need a lot of help with anything anymore. I kind of miss the old routines.” Judy said when sat down to dinner. “I guess Timmy stayed dry?” “Yes… Jane was worried that he might regress just because he was out of his routine, but it looks like he is no longer a bedwetter. Even that is a little depressing. I enjoyed helping him get ready for bed. I was a little depressed when he moved from diapers to pull ups if I am honest.” Judy smiled at me. “Really? You liked changing his diapers?” I asked, trying not to sound too curious. “I liked diapering him or all the kids really. I never liked changing the dirty ones but getting them tightly secured in their diaper, patting their padded butt, for some reason that was satisfying.” She said before taking another bite of dinner. My mind couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like for Judy to diaper me. I couldn’t ever imagine getting the courage to ask her to do it but the idea of it was a huge turn on. I could feel myself getting a little hard sitting at the table. Fortunately, the subject changed, and I didn’t have to worry about somehow my face giving my diaper desires away. On Monday morning I waited over an hour to make sure Judy wasn’t coming back for some reason before pulling my newly purchased diapers out from their hiding place. I opened the package and pulled one out, taking a second to admire it. It reminded me a little of the diapers my mom put on my brother. I spread it out and laid it on the floor before pulling my shorts off. I slowly sat down on it making sure it was centered. I pulled one side up and taped it and then the other. I had hoped there would be more of a sensation of bulk between my legs but was happy that I was wearing an actual diaper. When I got up from the floor though I immediately realized that the diaper wasn’t tight enough. I tried to adjust the tapes while standing up but that didn’t work really well. I sat at my desk and finished the large coffee I had and moved onto a water bottle. I could feel some discomfort building in my bladder as I went through my work emails. I held it as long as possible and then with just a little effort I was able to start wetting my diaper. I loved feeling the warm pee spread across my groin and then put my hand on the front of the diaper to feel it begin to swell up. It was obvious to me that I was past satisfying my curiosity and was possibly already developing a need. It was probably less than thirty minutes later that felt an urge to pee again having downed my litter bottle of water along with the coffee. I was able to pretty much just start wetting again, just as I was starting to enjoy the feel of the diaper swelling even more, the back of my thighs began to feel wet. I jumped up and saw the chair was damp. My diaper was leaking and quickly headed to the bathroom. When I got there, I removed it and used a hand towel to clean myself up. When I was done, I couldn’t decide if the leak was because I hadn’t gotten the diaper on tight enough or if I had just overwhelmed it. I cleaned my chair up, plus a couple of drips on the hardwood floor before putting the diaper in a trash bag and burying it in the trash can in the garage. Once I was sure the office was clean, and my diapers were hidden, I took a shower to make sure I was clean. I spent the afternoon mixing doing work on my computer and using my iPad to look up info about adult diaper lovers on the internet. I wanted to figure out how to get the diaper tight and prevent leaks. Of course, all the sites said the best way was to have someone diaper me instead of doing it myself. I did see that some people used what they called soaker pads in their diaper. I thought maybe one of the pull ups would work for that. I looked at the clock and decided there wasn’t enough time to try that today, I also saw that there were companies that made thick, baby style, diapers for adults. I immediately knew I wanted to try some of those. “Hey, how was your day?” Judy startled me. “Oh, hey… I didn’t hear you come in. Was really concentrating on this proposal. If we get this contract, we will be golden for the next six months or so.” I told her, not moving my eyes from the screen. “Great… so I guess your day was good? You didn’t answer my question.” She responded. “Sorry, it was okay. How was yours?” I replied. “It sucked. The kids were restless, and my problem kids acted up. I swear sometimes I am running a daycare and have a bunch of toddlers… minus the diapers… thank God.” She said taking a seat on the couch in the office. The word diapers got my attention, and I felt my heart race. Did she know what I had been doing? Why would she suddenly say that I wondered. We decided to order Chinese for dinner and watched some game shows on the TV. She kissed my forehead around eight and headed to bed saying she was tired and wanted to do some reading. I stayed down stairs and got back on my iPad to search for more information on diaper lovers. The next day I waited for forty-five minutes until after Judy left for work to pull my diapers and the pull ups out from their hiding place. Using scissors, I cut the pull up until it was pretty much just the absorbent part then fluffed the diaper out and put it on the floor, stuck the pull up in it and sat it in middle of it. I removed my shorts and sat down on the diaper. I pulled the sides up and used the tapes to set it in place. I liked how the pull up made it feel thicker between my legs. Again, I wasn’t happy with how snug it felt on me but thought it was a little tighter. I stood up and moved around the room to make sure it would stay in place. An hour later the coffee and water I had been drinking caused enough pressure for me to be able start to force some pee out. I had noticed that it was a little easier to start peeing now than it was before. The pull up seemed to soak up most of my pee. It was disappointed that I couldn’t feel my diaper swell when I grabbed the front of my crotch. I had a Zoom meeting and decided that I would log on while wearing my diaper. When everyone started to pop up, I got a little nervous that somehow, they would be able to figure out what I was doing. I also got a slight turn on thinking about the idea of Janice, the only woman on the meeting, catching me wearing the diaper. Right at the end of the meeting I wet my diaper for the second time. This time I could feel the diaper itself start to swell. I also started to get aroused while listening to Janice close the meeting out. As soon as the meeting ended, I pulled up her Facebook page and found a picture that showed lots of cleavage. While imagining her lecturing me about wearing and wetting diapers with baby talk, I rubbed myself to a pretty good orgasm. When I got up, I saw that the diaper had leaked again but not as much as the day before. Again, I cleaned everything, including myself up, hid my diaper supplies and stuffed the wet one in the trash can. When Judy got home, I was putting a lasagna together. She came over and kissed me as soon as she entered the kitchen. “Hmm… you are in a good mood, no daycare today? Did the kids actually behave?” I asked her with a smile. “Yes… for some reason they did. How was your day?” She smiled back. “Good the proposal was finished. It is good so I am sure we will get the contract.” We enjoyed dinner together and afterwards watched an episode of Outlander. Again, she went to bed early and I spent some time online looking at adult sized diapers. I finally decided I was going to order some to try. I found myself on the Rearz site and for some reason drawn to the Pink Princess ones. I wasn’t sure why, but it was a little turn on to being ordering girly diapers. After taking several deep breaths and ensuring that they were shipped in a discreet package, I made an order for a package of twelve Rearz Pink Princess diapers. I could actually feel my heart beating faster as I put my information in. I wasn’t really worried about them being delivered to the house because all our deliveries came while Judy was at work, and I was home. Thursday was a repeat of the other days of the week. I would wait for Judy to leave for work then diaper myself. I had a one-on-one meeting Zoom meeting with Janice on Thursday morning and was again super turned on by the fact I was wearing a diaper during it. I got even more turned on as I wet my diaper while she was talking during the meeting. I immediately repeated what I had done the other day after the meeting. This time though, while I looked at picture of her showing off her cleavage, I imaged being diapered in one the pink princess diapers I had just ordered. My orgasm was more intense today. Friday, I wet multiple diapers, for the first time I was able to wet one while I was walking. I had gone into the kitchen to put my lunch together. I loved how the wet diaper felt as I went back to my office. As soon as I sat in my chair though I felt the diaper leak onto my thigh. I really needed to figure out how to get the diaper on tight. Each day I repeated the process for cleaning everything up, hiding my diaper supplies, and burying the used diapers deep in the trash. I was the one that typically took the trash out and the can to the curb so I was pretty confident Judy wouldn’t find them. In fact, I had gotten to the point where I wasn’t on edge as soon as she walked into the house every afternoon. I woke on Saturday morning and was disappointed that I would be able to diaper myself today. Since I was going to be with my wife all day. I chalked my disappointment up to the fact that this was all new to me and once that wore off, I wouldn’t want to wear a diaper every day. We spent the morning cleaning the house together. I also spent a large part of it admiring Judy’s ass in her yoga pants as she moved around the house. She actually caught me once; I loved seeing that it made her smile. That afternoon we went to a new winery that she had been wanting to visit for a couple of months. I told her to enjoy the wine and I would be glad to be the designated driver. We left a few hours later and she was definitely tipsy on her way to the car. The drive home was about forty minutes. “I probably should have tinkled before we left.” She giggled a couple minutes after we had pulled out of the parking lot. “Do you want me to stop somewhere for you?” I asked. “No… I should be good. I think.” She smiled at me. I weaved through traffic to try and get her home as soon as possible. It seemed like every minute she was squirming a little more. By the time we pulled into the driveway she had her hand pressed between her legs for that last ten minutes. She jumped out almost as soon as the car stopped and ran to the front door. When I came into the house, I stopped at the hall bathroom door and I could hear the force of her pee coming out of her into the toilet. I listened as the sound decreased and realized I was rock hard. I heard her moving around the bathroom and her mutter fuck, then heard her hand on the door knob. I had quickly moved down the hallway when the door cracked open. “Mike can you get me some toilet paper, I forgot to replace it last night after I used the last bit.” She called out from the bathroom. I think it was because I was so turned on, from both watching her squirm in the car, and hearing her peeing in the toilet I blurted out something I wouldn’t have normally done. This was especially true since all my previous efforts to get her to let me do this had failed. I had been even told my desire was gross. I stepped over near the door of the bathroom. “I uh… I could clean you.” “What? Wait… are you… I thought we had decided that wasn’t happening, ever. Get me some toilet paper.” She said annoyed. “You decided that… I still want to do it. I just stopped mentioning it.” I stammered. “Then why did you bring it up again today?” Her tone sounded frustrated. “Because seeing you desperate to pee and then hearing you pee was a huge turn on.” I responded immediately. The bathroom door was pretty much wide open, and she was sitting on the toilet with her leggings pushed down to her calves, I could see her pink thong in the crotch of them. She was bent forward so I couldn’t see her groin but just seeing her sitting there increased my arousal. “You are hard right now, aren’t you?” She asked lifting an eyebrow. “Yes.” I told her realizing you could see my dick straining against my khaki shorts. “Jesus… okay… I can’t believe this… but alright….” She said as she sat up, scooted her crotch forward and spread her legs. I think the shock of what was happening caused me to freeze. I just stood there staring. “Lick my pussy and taste my pee pervert… quickly before I change my mind.” She ordered. That broke me out of my trance, I moved into the bathroom and dropped to my knees. I placed my hands on her thighs to help me balance as my face moved towards her. I could smell her pee now and felt my dick twitch. I ran my tongue over her pussy lips and got a faint taste of something different, I had never tasted this before when I went down on her. I realized I really didn’t know what pee tasted like but that must be what it was. It was salty. I heard her moan as my tongue dipped inside her and the taste was little stronger. When my tongue found her clit Judy’s hands landed on my head and pulled me closer to her. I could tell it had swollen and I swirled my tongue over it. Her pussy was now wet from her juices. “Oh God… that feels good. Keep doing that pervert.” I heard and there was a slight chuckle in her voice. I began to lap her pussy from back to front slowly running tongue over her clit. I heard her breathing quicken, her hands got tighter on my head, and she pushed her crotch forward. I knew she was getting close. I sucked her clit gently between my lips and pushed my tongue against it. “Fuck… that is what I needed… Jesus.” Judy cried out as she orgasmed. I felt her wetness from cumming cover my chin as she used her hands to push me pack away from her. When I looked up, she was leaned back against the top of the toilet with her eyes closed. I slowly stood up and I think sensing my movement caused her to open her eyes. I tried to read her expression and couldn’t. Her hands went to the belt on my shorts, and she quickly undid it and then unbuttoned and unzipped me. She pushed my boxers briefs down and grabbed my throbbing dick in her hands. I groaned as she did it. “Your cock is rock hard, perv.” She said but I saw her smile as she began to move her hand up and down. “Oh fuck… Jesus… I am going to cum already.” I yelled out surprised at how quickly it was happening. Judy grabbed a hand towel as she continued to jerk me off and just as she got it to my dick, I shot my load in it. She continued to milk out every drop. When she was sure I was finished she stood up and used the towel to wipe between her legs. When she was done, I moved to kiss her, and she turned her head. “Not until you wash your face, my pee is on your lips.” She said authoritatively. I pulled my boxers and shorts up and then turned to the sink and washed my face. In the mirror I watched as she pulled her thong and leggings up and situated them. She stepped out of the small hall bathroom just as I finished, and I followed her into the kitchen. When she stopped walking, I reached out and pulled her to me kissing her passionately. “Thank you.” I said when the kiss ended. “Was it what you expected or fantasized about?” She asked tentavily. “I think so. I am sorry if it grossed you out or anything…” I trailed off not sure what else to say. “Let’s just say you made any thoughts about that disappear with the amazing orgasm I just had. I don’t want this to be a regular thing but… we can do it again sometime. I will even let you watch me pee the next time before hand. But… I do get to call you a perv when you are doing it. And no kissing until you wash your face.” She smiled and leaned in and gave me a quick kiss. “Really… that is a deal! I love you honey!” I said excitedly. “Yea… Yea… what do you want for dinner? Is Fettuccini Alfredo, okay?” She asked. I told her yes and headed up stairs. When I got to the bedroom I sat on the bed and went over what had just happened, still a little shocked that it had happened. I wondered for a minute if she was willing to do this if she might be okay with the diaper thing. I soon realized that I was fooling myself to think that they were close to the same thing. The rest of the weekend went by, and it wasn’t mentioned again. Still, it was a good weekend and it felt like we were enjoying being around each other the way we had years ago. As we passed each other we would touch each other’s arms or back. I lightly smacked her butt a few times and got a smile instead of the groan it seemed like I normally get these days. We even shared some quick kisses for no reason. Sunday night when we went to bed and without talking, we ended up naked and gently making love to each other. Afterwards she fell asleep in my arms, something else that hadn’t happened in years.

Chapter 15 Elizabeth remained quiet for the rest of the car ride to the park, she was fixated on her phone as she texted with Max. Ashley and Bethany sang along to a few songs on the radio but tired of it after 20 minutes or so and rode quietly. “Are you thirsty Princess?” Bethany asked while looking in the rear view. Ashley nodded her head excitedly. Bethany pulled out an empty bottle she had retrieved while returning her pump and handed it to Elizabeth. “Could you pour the apple juice in that and give it to Ash please?” Elizabeth set her phone down for a minute to transfer some of the apple juice into the smaller bottle and put the lid back on. She reached around her seat to hand it to Ashley. “I can use a big girl cup.” She protested seeing the bottle. Her amazon side was coming out with the boredom of the drive and Bethany knew a bottle would help her get back into the little side. “It’s okay, it’s just to make sure you don’t accidentally spill on the bumpy road. Just drink your juice so you don’t get dehydrated like Lizzie.” Bethany said to cool Ashley off. Ashley leaned forward as far as the car seat would allow to reach for the bottle. Elizabeth leaned forward and teasingly pulled the bottle away from Ashley as her fingers grazed the plastic. Elizabeth did this a few more times until Ashley finally cried out “mommy! Lizzie is being a meanie.” Bethany reached over and gave Elizabeth a swat on her exposed rear from leaning over the seat. She winced and rubbed her butt as she extended the bottle out to Ashley to take. Ashley snatched it out of her hand and stuck her tongue out at Elizabeth playfully. “I was just playing with her.” Elizabeth pouted “and she stuck her tongue out at me.” Ashley felt a little naughty now realising she had. She didn’t know where it had come from, she was a good girl and didn’t do naughty things like that. “Well you probably deserved it for trying to deprive her of her bottle.” Bethany justified. Ashley popped the nipple in her mouth and gave a few sucks. It had been a long time since she had apple juice last and she didn’t remember it being so sweet and delicious. She continued to drink down half of the bottle and had to stop herself from finishing it all in one go. She wiped her lips a little with her arm as she nestled back into the car seat and got comfortable, tucking the bottle in at her side. It wasn’t long after that the car slowed down then turned off the main road. Ashley was glad she had the bottle now as Bethany had been right about the rough road. Honestly it was shaking her bladder more than the bottle. It was a strange sensation to think about using the diaper of her own volition. Previously she had been forced, chose to for sexy time, a bed wetting brought on by the overdose, and the accident this morning was brought on by fear. But now it was a full bladder that she could feel and it was a little uncomfortable but she was doing her best to hold it. A particularly sharp bounce broke her concentration and she let out a little spurt which the padding soaked up immediately. ‘Is there a reason to hold it?’ Bethany was more than happy to change her wet diapers but a part of her was still hesitant. There was also a rumbling in her tummy that she was slightly uncomfortable with. She was happier in diapers than she thought she would be and now she knew she was breaking years of self-conditioning to avoid it. She sat quietly as she pondered her particular conundrum. She knew she could hold it but she didn’t know why she had to. They bounced down the dirt road for another few minutes before the car came to a stop and Bethany shut it down and got out. Ashley heard the trunk pop and a moment later Bethany was reaching in the door to unbuckle her. Bethany hoisted Ashley out of the car seat and stood up outside the car so Ashley could take in the view of a full size amazon. It was a lightly wooded area with a small playground, a hiking/jogging trail encompassing it and a small pond at the far end. Ashley took in the greenery and the fresh air as Bethany did a slow turn for her. Ashley saw the stroller then and began to pout. “Mommy, why did you bring the stroller? I can walk with you and Lizzie.” “Well I can carry you or the diaper bags when you get tired of walking and the stroller lets me do both. Besides, I didn’t hear any fussing when I used the stroller to bring you down to the car.” Bethany said with a smile. “Mommy! You know I was sleeping, that’s not fair.” Ashley pouted. Bethany loved to get these little rises out of little Ash. It was always so cute seeing littles who knew they were right being gaslit by their mommies and daddies she couldn’t resist even though she knew Amazon Ashley wouldn’t stand for it. Bethany continued. “Is that so? Well, the stroller must be so comfortable that it didn’t even wake you when we left the apartment. How about we just use it to carry our stuff for now and if you get too tired to walk you can ride in it then. Sounds like a pretty good plan to mommy, what do you think?” Ashley seemed to ponder it for a moment before she spoke. “Well I won’t get tired of walking so long as you hold my hand.” She punctuated the sentence with a proud little look that made Bethany smile. Elizabeth loaded up the stroller with their food and diaper bag and took post behind it to push and lead the way while Ashley toddled behind with Bethany. Ashley’s little legs and diaper slowed their pace and soon Elizabeth was outpacing them looking for a nice spot to set down their blanket for their picnic. Bethany and Ashley caught up with Elizabeth after she veered off the trail to a nice shaded patch and was setting up their blanket to sit on. It wasn’t too far from the playground area and the group could see a few sets of amazons and littles playing from their position. Bethany guided Ashley to the front of the blanket and plopped her down on the front edge closest to the playground so she could watch the littles playing. Elizabeth and Bethany took positions behind her on either side and began to serve out the sandwiches. Ashley took the handful of pb&j’s and set them in her lap. She extracted the first one and took a huge bite that got jelly smeared on her cheeks. She could see Bethany stifle a giggle when she turned around to say thank you for the food. The first one went down so fast she was barely able to keep up. Just like the juice, she never remembered a sweet pb&j being so good. She kept her mouth full as she continued with the second and just barely started to slow down on the third until Bethany handed her the pack of gummy bears. She pulled the packet open and a few of them exploded out at her which caused her to startle a bit as she picked up the green one that had landed on her chest and popped it into her mouth. The gummy bears weren’t overly sweet but the chewiness reminded her of the latex nipple of the pacifier. She popped a few more in her mouth and laid back on the blanket to look up at the tree above them. With a nice full belly now, she chewed slowly on the remaining gummy bears as Elizabeth and Bethany chatted a little while she ate. She wasn’t really paying attention to their conversation and it mostly just sounded like white noise to her ears. If she cared to focus she could listen in but was only paying attention enough to hear her own name if it came up. “Ash, mommy to princess Ash, hello, are you in there?” Bethany said trying to get Ashley’s attention, Ashley had been zoning out and totally missed Bethany calling her name. Ashley rolled over onto her tummy to face Bethany. It took a bit more effort than she initially expected to overcome the bulk of the diaper and had to make a second attempt which got another giggle and smile from Bethany. “Yes mommy?” Ashley said as she looked at Bethany with a blush. “My goodness! We’re lucky you didn’t get any of that jelly on your clothes. Come here real quick so I can wipe up your face.” Bethany said as she reached into the bag for a napkin. Ashley crawled forward into Bethany’s lap to let her wipe her face down. She had to resort to wet wipe to get the sticky residue off her face. “As I was trying to say, do you want to go play on the playground?” Bethany said, directing her eyes to the play set. Ashley blushed a little and peeked over her shoulder. She did want to, but she had a little inhibition building in her, what if someone notices she’s an amazon or what if the other littles are mean to her. She looked back to Bethany and asked “will…will you come with me?” Bethany smiled and said “of course princess, mommy has to go make sure all of those other mommies know that I have the cutest little here.” She booped Ashley on the nose and lifted the girl to her feet. “Lizzie, could you watch our stuff while I take Ashley to the playground for a bit?” Bethany asked as she stood up herself. “Oh okay, that’s fine with me. Have fun you two” Elizabeth responded. As they walked off, Elizabeth noted that her bladder was feeling quite full now. The water bottle she had used to wash down her sandwich in combination with all of the leafy greens from her sandwich seemed to have gone straight through her. She shrugged it off, she could just pack up all of this stuff and head to the bathroom if she got desperate. Ashley darted ahead of Bethany and waited for her on the concrete path. She noticed how Bethany seemed to almost float over the grass even in her tall heels. She was so graceful in the shoes Ashley wondered if she could do it too but it was unlikely. Even though Ashley had spent a good majority of her life compensating for her height with heels, she had never been as graceful as Bethany was in stilettos. That and heels never seemed to wear Bethany out. After a long day at the office, the first thing Ashley always did was shed her heels when they got home. Bethany could go all day and all night in her shoes without having any complaints of sore feet or even the smallest evidence of a blister. As Bethany stepped onto the path Ashley was in awe of her gracefulness. Bethany extended her hand for Ashley to take as they walked the path down to the playground set. There were three girls and a boy running around the jungle gym, it looked like they were playing a game of tag. The boy and one of the girls were clearly younge amazons, probably around 10 years old or younger, they were moving around much more quickly than the others, unencumbered by diapers. The other two girls were littles, it was clear based on their short skirts revealing large thick diapers. The two littles ran up to the side of the sandbox area to greet Ashley. “Do you want to play tag with us?” They asked in unison, their eyes gleaming with excitement to have another little to play with. Ashley looked up to Bethany partially to ask if it was okay using her pleading puppy dog eyes and partially because she wasn’t sure if she wanted to leave Bethany’s side. “Go on, it’s okay to play with them.” Bethany said, loosening her grip on Ashley’s hand and giving her a slight push forward. “My name is Ash..” Ashley said with bashfulness that caused Bethany’s heart to flutter in pride. “I’m Wucy” the first girl responded with a lisp, Bethany and Ashley both figured it was Lucy but she couldn’t pronounce her L’s properly after too much time with a pacifier. “And I’m Tina” the other shorter girl said. Bethany and Ashley figured her mommy named her that since she was tiny, shorter than Ashley even. “Let’s play, the other two in the jungle gym are Maze and Jake. Since you’re the last, that makes you it.” Tina declared as she and Lucy took off across the sand towards the jungle gym, shouting that Ash was it now to the two amazon children. Ashley looked at Bethany again who gave her a nod. “Play nice with the others. If you need anything I’ll be on the bench over there with the other mommies.” Bethany pointed toward the benches where three women were sitting. Ashley jumped down the small curb into the sand pit and chased after Lucy and Tina who had already begun to scale the jungle gym by the time Ashley caught up. Bethany calmly walked around the sandpit to the other amazons sitting and watching. She occasionally glanced over her shoulder at Ashley as she walked. Ashley had scaled the jungle gym and had Jake cornered before she tagged him and turned around to run away. Ashley was at a slight advantage in the physical game. She was part amazon and tag was triggering her hunting and gathering instinct so her eyes were focused. Realistically she had the physical capacity of a teenage amazon as well which would have made her the fastest on the playground except for the diaper which was doing a pretty good job of slowing her down. The thrill of tagging someone and then having to make a speedy escape was fun. Along with being hunted down by the person who was ‘it’, Ashley was having a blast. Ashley could see Bethany had taken up residence on the bench next to the other amazon women who were watching over the kids. There were four in total with Bethany there now. She had to take her eyes off of them when she felt a tap on the back and Tina shouting “you’re it” before taking off. Ashley just hoped Bethany was having as much fun as she was and she noticed her laughing with the ladies. She spun around to chase after Lucy who caught her eye first and chased her down. Bethany was having fun chatting with the other mommies. They had pegged her as a new mommy as soon as she walked up. “You must be very new at this. I’m Carol, Maze’s mom. All the new mommies circle and assess before coming to chat. Happens to all of us. What’s your name and more importantly the name of that precious little you have with you.” The woman in the centre of the bench spoke. She was an artificial blonde wearing yoga pants, jogging shoes, and a sports bra. She looked to be in good shape and her short hair really accented her sharp features. “I’m Bethany and that’s Ash over there in the shortalls and black tank.” Bethany said blushing and pointing out Ashley. It was a dream come true, being part of the inner circle of mommies, Bethany quickly took a seat next to them. “She’s so stinkin’ cute. I’m Tiffany, Jake and Lucy’s mommy by the way. How did you find such an adorable little?” The next woman in the row introduced herself. She was wearing an orange floral summer dress with a large brimmed sun hat that hid her brunette hair. She wasn’t as fit as Carol but she wasn’t showing any weight either. “I guess you could say she found me. It’s kind of hard to explain but we work together and we kind of became inseparable. It was only recently that she fully took on the role of my little though.” Bethany tried to explain it without giving away too much. The final woman spoke up now. “I’m Brittany. As you could guess, I’m Tina’s mommy. Where do you work that has such cute littles, I might need to apply too!” She was younger than the other two, maybe a little older than Ashley, and had her purple tinted hair that matched Tina’s up in a messy bun. She wore glasses, which wasn’t common amongst amazons, and she was a bit thin but still cute with her dimples when she smiled. She had quite a few piercings on her face and clearly her nipples as well as they showed through her bra-less top. “We work at a little tech company in the r&d department. She became a tester by coincidence and now she’s mine.” Bethany explained. She knew that mommies loved to gossip and chit chat and was feeling right at home as they all conversed after greetings. Bethany kept an eye on Ashley and the other mommies with her watched their charges like hawks. Ashley looked pretty tuckered out after tag and came wandering over to Bethany with the others following after a bit. “Mommy, can you push me on the swing set?” She asked with rosy cheeks partly from the exertion and partially from the shyness of standing in front of the group of mommies. “Did you have fun with your new friends, princess?” Bethany asked, which got a quiet but excited nod. “Say hello to Miss Carol, Tiffany, and Brittany please.” Ashley drew a circle in the sand with her toe as she gave a quiet “hello.” The other ladies swooned over her timidness and rained on some praises for how cute she was. Carol, the sort of leader of the group, told Bethany “we sort of get together every weekend and have formed a sort of clique here at the park. I’ve never seen a little outlast Maze before and I’m sure both will be ready for a nap in the car. If you’d like I can add you to our group chat, I’m sure we’d all love to see you and little Ash again. Occasionally we get together for play dates so we can discuss our latest babysitter troubles.” Bethany agreed and typed in her number in Carol’s phone and got the invite to their group chat. She was so excited to have new mommy friends. Ashley came up and hugged her leg after Carol sent the invite. “Don’t be a stranger now, I hope we see you again!” Tiffany said as she bent over and booped Ashley on the nose before giving a surprise hug to Bethany and saying her goodbyes. The other ladies followed her off back to the parking lot all waving goodbye. “So, not as scary as you thought huh?” Bethany said after the other ladies and their charges were out of ear shot. Ashley shook her head in agreement quietly nestling into Bethany’s thigh a little more. “So you want to go swing? I think we can manage that. Just let mommy take off her shoes, even I’m not good enough to wear heels in sand.” Bethany said as she very seductively bent at the waist and undid the straps of her shoes while standing. Once she had the shoes off she reached into the leg hole of Ashley’s shortalls and diaper, probing with a finger. She could feel a bit of moisture but she wasn’t wet yet. She hid her frown with a smile when she came back up to meet Ashley’s eyes which were glued to floor in embarrassment from the diaper check. She knew she would have to get used to it if she was going to be Bethany’s baby on the weekends like they discussed but it made her feel so little. “Be careful holding it in too long, you don’t want to hurt your little bladder. You’re wearing your diapers for a reason.” Bethany said as she kissed Ashley on the forehead. Bethany gave her bottom a playful swat to send her on her way to the swing set. Ashley took off across the sand and stood by, waiting for Bethany who wasn’t far behind her. Bethany sank her toes into the sand and slowly paced over to the swing set except she moved away from Ashley. Ashley had been standing by the open swing but Bethany was headed for the kid swings with the full seat that would wrap around her hips and between her legs to keep her from falling out. Bethany gave a quick ‘come here’ gesture with her finger to beckon Ashley over. Ashley padded over through the sand and stared up to the seat that Bethany was standing by, not sure if she would fit in the harness but Bethany just hoisted her up and guided Ashley’s legs into the leg holes of the seat. With her diaper, it was a bit of a snug fit but Ashley was fully seated in the swing. The diaper was pressed up against and her whole weight was bearing down on it. Her feet weren’t even close to the ground and Bethany had a little giggle at the dangling legs. Bethany came around in front of her and slipped the pacifier back into Ashley’s mouth, inflating the bulb this time. “Don’t want to disturb any of the other patrons while you’re having fun on the swing.” Bethany justified. “Show mommy how to swing.” Bethany gave her an initial push to get the process in motion and Ashley followed suit by wrapping her hands around the chain and began to swing her legs. It was a little awkward to choreograph at first, Ashley hadn’t been on a swing in ages and getting the timing right took a little bit of remembering to get down. There was also the effect of the full swing seat. With the hard plastic between her legs pressing on her diaper, it was helping to add new moisture to the diaper. Each time she reached the rearward peak and swung her legs forward, she would feel the gravity take back over and slide forward in the harness, causing the diaper to rub her in a way that was quickly turning her on. She slowed down her attempts to get higher, a little part of her was trying to impress Bethany with how high she could get on her own but the motions were becoming a little much. Not to mention the weightless feeling at either end was doing a number on her bladder which was begging for release at this point. As she slowed, Bethany stepped forward with “already getting tired? Mommy will help you get even higher.” Bethany’s hand made contact with the front of the swing seat and gave her a nice push which brought Ashley back to the point she was at when she had slowed down. As Ashley passed over Bethany’s head and got a view of the sky, Bethany pulled her phone out with a slightly sinister smile. As Ashley came back down in the rearward swing she saw the phone in Bethany’s hand and as soon as she hit the peak on the far side she felt the vibrator kick to life inside of her. She let out a soft moan as it caught her by surprise but the pacifier in her mouth just made her sound like a happy baby. At the bottom of the arch of the swing the vibrator slowed to a low hum and as she came back up higher it’s power increased. Bethany was timing the highs and lows of the swinging motion with strong and soft vibrations. Ashley couldn’t contain her enjoyment and was vocalising it through the pacifier. “Oh, you want to go higher princess?” Bethany said as she added a bit more momentum to the swing and increased the power of the vibrator for the highs. Ashley couldn’t hold her bladder anymore and began to soak the diaper. The added moisture only added to the pleasure and soon was on a swinging rollercoaster of orgasms. Her hands clenched onto the chains and she barely put in any effort to keep the swing going but Bethany took over fully to make sure she kept the momentum going. When Ashley began to slump in the swing Bethany killed the vibrator and caught the front of the seat and gently lowered it down to the neutral position. She carefully extracted Ashley from the seat and pulled her into her chest. “Did you enjoy the swing princess?” She asked which garnered a silent nod as Ashley panted into her chest. Bethany was quite happy with the soggy diaper she could feel through the shortalls resting on her arm. Bethany picked up her shoes and began the trek back over to their blanket where Elizabeth was waiting. Elizabeth was looking rather uncomfortable sitting with her legs crossed on the blanket. “Can I please go to the restroom Beth?” She asked as soon as Bethany came close enough to hear her. “Why didn’t you go while we were at the playground?” Bethany asked with a look that said she knew why she hadn’t but wanted to make her feel silly. “Because you asked me to watch our stuff.” Elizabeth shot back, looking proud of her answer, oblivious to Bethany’s gaslighting. ‘Have I broken my sister.’ Bethany asked herself. “Well help me pack up and we can swing by the potty. Ashley is going to need a change before we leave.” Bethany said as she set Ashley down on the blanket and reached into the diaper bag to get some wet wipes to clean her feet before putting her heels back on. Elizabeth very slowly moved to start getting the lunch packed up and garbage put in a bag. Her movements were very deliberate and consisted of keeping her legs crossed when she could. She had everything loaded into the basket under the stroller by the time Bethany had her shoes on and quickly snatched up the blanket from the ground and rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into the stroller. “Please fold that properly so that it doesn’t take up too much space.” Bethany said looking at the blanket. Elizabeth huffed and pulled it back out to properly fold it. It took her an extra few minutes and Bethany had stood and grabbed the diaper bag and Ashley and was carrying her towards the restrooms. Elizabeth threw the now folded blanket into the stroller and got behind it to chase after Bethany and Ashley. Bethany stepped inside the small single restroom and could see Bethany hot on her heels with the stroller. Ashley motioned towards the pacifier and allowed bethany to extract it. “Mommy, I, I have to go number two… could I do it in the big girl potty please. I don’t think I’m ready to do it in my diaper yet.” Ashley asked quietly. Bethany was a touch let down but knew that Ashley wasn’t quite ready for that step in diapers. “Of course princess, I’m proud of you for making it to the potty.” Bethany replied. She unclipped the shortalls and let them fall to the floor and undid Ashley’s diaper before she set her on the large amazon sized toilet. Amazon sized toilets were something Ashley was familiar with and she went about her business, just glad that Bethany understood that messing her diaper was a bit difficult at the moment. Elizabeth burst into the door to see Ashley sitting on the toilet. Ashley blushed crimson to see Elizabeth’s eyes on her almost in disbelief. “Please, I need to use the toilet.” She begged. “Well Ashley got here first and I gave her permission to use the big girl potty for her messies since she isn’t ready for it to be in her diapers again. You will just have to wait patiently.” Bethany said as she eyed Elizabeth’s full blown potty dance now. Elizabeth was barely holding it together now as Ashley was sitting on the only available toilet. She tried to think of other things to distract her from the thoughts of her overfilled bladder. Then she heard running water to see Bethany washing her hands which brought the thoughts right back to her need. She closed her eyes and tried counting to distract herself until finally she heard the loud flush of the public toilet. It startled her and she felt a spurt escape into the pull-up, nothing major but she could feel the warmth between her legs as the padding soaked it up. She watched Bethany lift Ashley from the potty and carry her to the changing table she had unfolded from the wall. “Good job princess, let’s get you out into a fresh diaper now and we can head home. I’m sure you’re all tuckered out from playing so hard.” Bethany said as she laid Ashley down. Elizabeth could barely hold herself back and had her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and pull-ups and was pushing them down as soon as the toilet was free. She practically jumped on the toilet to relieve herself. “That cup of coffee wasn’t such a good idea now was it?” Bethany smirked over her shoulder as she wiped Ashley clean with a wet wipe. The sweet release was bliss to Elizabeth as she sat on the toilet and let the torrent go. She looked down at her pull-up and could see the faint yellow stain in the seat. She just hoped Bethany wouldn’t do a panty check and see it but she was distracted with Ashley at the moment. All she had to do was make sure to get rid of the evidence before Bethany could find it somehow. Bethany had chosen a set of new diapers for Ashley’s diaper bag. They were a little thinner than her previous diaper but she remembered picking them out. They were similar to the diapers she had gotten Elizabeth only in a solid powdery pink with light blue lace designs encompassing the waistband and leg holes. The front of the diaper read “mommy’s girl” and the back of the diaper had a picture of a pony. She had it under Ashley and the girl prepped for the fresh diaper in the blink of an eye, like she had been doing these moves for years multiple times a day. Elizabeth flushed and quickly pulled her garments back on as Bethany finished getting Ashley dressed. “Wash your hands and we’ll head out.” Bethany commanded as she carried Ashley towards the door. Bethany followed orders and exited the bathroom to see Ashley buckled into the stroller, her eyelids looked heavy as she was fighting off the nap. “Ready to go home for your date tonight?” Bethany asked as she began to push the stroller, leading the way for Elizabeth now. “Yeah…” Elizabeth replied, cheeks red remembering her date plans with Max now. Even though she had been texting him off and on while Ashley was playing it didn’t feel real. She felt like a giddy teenager all over again as she remembered the events of the sandwich shop. “Are you coming?” Bethany said as she looked back to Elizabeth whose pace had slowed while she was off her in dreamland thinking about her evening with Max. She could also feel the cold spot in her trainers gently grazing her as she walked. The tennis skirt spandex short underneath were making sure the padding stayed close to her skin to remind her of her blunder. She sped up to catch up with Bethany as they approached the car. Ashley was loaded in the car seat and the rest was loaded in the trunk before Bethany and Elizabeth took their seats and the car was started towards home. ——— Been busy with work so haven’t had as much time to write, hopefully next week I can get back to doing just my job instead of the jobs of two people.

The trip to the zoo is completed after Livy and Dan have a heart-to-heart. Then it is back home for a serious conversation about what the future will hold for all four of them. Will Livy get what she has always wanted? This is the end of the story. Thank you all for reading and I hope you have enjoyed it ❤️ --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on Patreon. For $10 you can see everything early AND 50 full length stories that can only be found on my Patreon page! The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my patrons and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my Patreon ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- The zoo prided itself on being very accessible and that included having dedicated quiet areas for those people who might be feeling overwhelmed. Dan took Olivia to one of the benches and the pair sat down. It was nice and felt like the first time in ages where it was just the two of them. Olivia leaned sideways and rested her head on Dan’s shoulder. “It’s been a good day.” Dan said. “Uh huh.” Olivia agreed with a tired nod. “Robyn seems nice.” Dan continued. “She’s the best.” Olivia smiled. For a minute they remained silent. Dan had a brief flick through the leaflet they were given about the special events that were coming up at the zoo. Olivia meanwhile just looked at the wall opposite them which was painted in a soothing blue. This felt nice. It was like things were back to the normal she remembered from before Landon showed up in their lives. “How’s the Peterson Case going?” Olivia asked just to make conversation. “Oh that?” Dan chuckled, “We finished the work on that a while ago.” “Really?” Olivia asked. “Yeah, just drafting proposals and other boring stuff now.” Dan said with a stretch, “Still got a bunch of boring stuff to do but most of the hard work is done.” Olivia supposed that meant Landon wasn’t going anywhere. She had originally shown up to help with the case but she was still staying with them and still sharing a bed with Dan. Olivia was alright with it though, if anything she actually felt pleased that Landon was staying. It took the pressure off her to be an earner or to be the grown-up Dan sometimes needed. That wasn’t to say she didn’t want to do some grown-up things though… Olivia pulled her head off Dan’s shoulders and then leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. When he turned and smiled she gave him a kiss on the lips and the third time she went in it was with an open mouth as she shared a passionate embrace with her husband. They were alone in the area so Olivia moved around to sit on Dan’s lap as they kept kissing. It felt wonderful to prove she could do this and Olivia was going to make it last as long as possible. In her head she couldn’t help but think she was being like Mommy and that she was being very grown-up. She was proving just how grown up she could be even if she was dressed like a toddler. It felt nice to have Dan respond to her as well. His hand went to the back of her head and held her there. Olivia’s eyes suddenly opened wide as she felt a pressure in her bowels. She barely had a second to realise what was happening before her body was automatically pushing down into her diaper. She hadn’t even realised she needed to go. With a grunt Olivia finally broke off the kiss. “Livy?” Dan asked with a frown. Olivia leaned forwards and pressed her face into Dan’s chest. She pushed manually and felt her diaper push out as it filled with poop. She felt one of Dan’s hands wander down her back all the way to her diaper. It seemed she didn’t need to say anything, Daddy knew when his baby girl was helplessly filling her underwear. “Oh, Livy…” Dan said softly. It wasn’t an accusing voice, it wasn’t disappointment, it was just compassion. Olivia felt Dan rubbing her back as she pushed one last time. She broke wind and was certain Dan must’ve heard it before a final few lumps fell into her suddenly squishy diaper. The helplessness of not even knowing she needed to go before pooping herself was overwhelming. The feeling that she had yet again let everyone down when she had tried to be a big girl was a lot to take. Olivia started to cry. “It’s OK. You’re OK.” Dan said softly. “It’s not OK!” Olivia cried, “I was trying to be like Mommy for you!” “Like Mommy?” Dan repeated with a frown. “Sexy and mature and… stuff!” Olivia sniffed. “Oh, Livy…” Dan smiled sympathetically, “You are sexy… and maybe you aren’t mature but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. You know I love you.” Olivia was still crying. It was embarrassing to try and be grown-up only to fail spectacularly and in the most babyish way imaginable. She couldn’t even kiss her husband without humiliating herself and him. “I’m sorry.” Olivia cried loudly, “I’m useless!” “You are not useless.” Dan said, “You are everything myself and Landon want. Would Robyn so clearly lo-… like a useless girl? I think not. Just because you can’t do some things as well as other people it doesn’t mean you are useless. You are the best you in the world and I wouldn’t trade you with anyone else.” “Y-You mean it?” Olivia asked as she pulled herself away from Dan’s chest with her bottom lip quivering. “I mean it.” Dan replied. “Pinky promise?” Olivia asked as she held up one hand with her pinky out. Dan smiled and hooked his little finger around Olivia’s and they “shook” on it. Olivia will still feeling bad but her crying had somewhat calmed. Dan was a great Daddy and knew just what to say to make her feel better. That said she was still sitting in a very poopy diaper and the smell was starting to spread. It seems Dan could smell her as well. “Landon has the diaper bag…” Dan seemed to say to himself as much as to Olivia, “How about I text her to meet us at the car? It’s been a long day, we can go home and sort your change out.” Olivia nodded her head and somewhat awkwardly climbed off Dan’s lap. As she stood up she felt her diaper sag, she just hoped it wasn’t too noticeable. Dan took her hand and led her towards the zoo exit whilst texting Landon with the other. It was a quiet trip home. Robyn was in the car with them which somewhat surprised Olivia but she wasn’t going to complain. Before setting off Landon had handed Olivia Hootie who had been brought along for such childish emergencies as this. The two girls held hands across the backseat for the whole journey. Olivia found that just being near Robyn made her feel better. Even so he her diaper made sure that it was an uncomfortable journey. By the time she got home her whole diaper felt like a slippery mess. She climbed out and was happy to follow Dan straight up to the bathroom. “It’s OK, sweetie. We’ll get you all cleaned up before you know it.” Dan said as he laid a towel out on the floor. Olivia’s mess had already spread all over from the car ride so sitting down and squishing into the poop did little to make her feel worse. She laid back and looked at the ceiling. “You’ve been such a big brave girl.” Dan said softly as he started to pull the tapes off the diaper, “What was your favourite animal at the zoo?” “T-Turtles.” Olivia replied with a little smile. She was still holding Hootie and pretended to cover his ears so he didn’t hear her. Dan saw this and laughed. “The turtles were cool.” Dan said as he examined the damage done in the diaper, “I saw you looking at the octopus a bunch.” “Robyn likes them a lot.” Olivia replied as Dan started wiping her with some baby wipes. “I don’t think that’s the only thing she likes a lot.” Dan teased. Olivia blushed and looked away. If that was truly the case then the feeling was mutual. “We’ll have you changed soon and then you can play with Robyn some more.” Dan continued after a few seconds of awkward silence. “Is she staying here tonight?” Olivia asked. Secretly she was excited at the chance of a slumber party. Perhaps it wasn’t so secret considering the way Dan was smiling at her in a knowing way. “Maybe.” Dan said cryptically, “We’ll see.” Olivia hoped Robyn would be allowed to stay over. She let ideas of what they could do dance around her head as Dan cleaned up the poop and pulled the diaper away. He folded the diaper up and then paused to turn on the faucets in the tub. “We’ll be downstairs.” Dan said as he turned on the water for Olivia, “Take your time. When you come down we’ll all have a chat, OK?” “A chat?” Olivia asked. “Don’t worry about it.” Dan said with a smile, “It’s… relationship stuff.” As Dan went back downstairs Olivia felt more worried than ever. Telling her not to worry was a waste of time and Dan knew that better than anyone. A conversation about a relationship never seemed like a good thing. It had been a long time since she’d changed herself as well. Messy diaper changes were never what Olivia would call “fun” but at least the shower made it easier and less yucky than it would otherwise have been. She spent the whole time worrying. Olivia taped herself up in a fresh diaper and then got dressed in a pair of pyjamas. They were rather loose-fitting but comfortable, pink with red hearts on it. It made for good relaxing around the house clothing. She put it off for as long as possible but eventually had to leave the bedroom and go back downstairs. She stuck her head into the living room but no one was there. “We’re out here.” Landon called from the kitchen. Olivia walked through to the dining table and saw the other three sitting down and waiting for her. She felt her pulse quicken, it felt like she was about to get told off. She silently went to her chair and dropped into it, she didn’t look up from the table. “Livy, how would you feel about Robyn living with us?” Landon asked softly. Olivia’s head shot up and she was completely unable to hide her surprise. She looked at Robyn who was smiling though seemed almost as nervous as she was. Olivia turned to Dan next and he was smiling at her warmly. “Live with us?” Olivia repeated. “I really like you.” Robyn said quietly. Her cheeks were blushing, “Like… really, really like you.” Now Olivia was blushing as well and she felt a warming in her diaper that had nothing to do with wetting herself. She didn’t know what to say. “Our relationship has clearly changed.” Dan said to Olivia. He leaned across the table and took her hands in his, “I love you as much now as I ever have before… but I also love Landon.” Olivia had long suspected as much, of course, but hearing the words still gave her a very strange feeling. Everyone was watching her, she felt like her every movement, twitch and expressions was being heavily analysed. “Do you know what polyamory is?” Landon asked. Olivia slowly nodded her head. She wasn’t totally sure about it but she had heard the word and kind of understood it. Landon nodded as well but seemed to want to make sure everything was crystal clear. “It means a relationship like you and Dan have but for more than just two people.” Landon clarified, “I feel like we’ve all become connected. Dan has said he loves both me and you, Robyn seems to have feelings for you and I know she loves me, I love all three of you…” “You do?” Olivia asked with wide eyes. She had no idea Landon cared for her any more than a friend might. “My love for you is different than how I feel about Dan.” Landon clarified, “I love you in the same way as I love Robyn. You’re like a daughter to me.” “And although there may be some strange power dynamics in this relationship we won’t do anything unless you want to try it.” Dan continued, “We can be a little family. Mommy, Daddy and two daughters but if you don’t want to do that we can stop everything and go back to how things used to be.” Olivia thought about how things used to be. She remembered being anxious all the time, trying and failing to hold a job or look after the house. She thought about the emotions of failure she had and the constant nagging thought that she was constantly letting Dan down. She compared it to now and it was like night and day. Whilst she wasn’t free of her anxieties they seemed to have less hold on her, she was able to live her fantasy of being a baby and no one expected anything of her. She’d even met two people that had quickly become very important to her. “We understand it’s a very big decision…” Landon said, “So we won’t rush you. Take your ti-…” “Yes.” Olivia quickly said, “I would like us to be a family. I’d like that a lot.” There seemed like there was a wave of euphoria that washed over the room as everyone visibly relaxed. Robyn was the first to show a big reaction. With tears in her eyes she jumped to her feet and rushed around the table. She embraced Olivia so hard and so fast that she nearly fell out of her chair. Landon got up next and wrapped both girls in hugs before Dan walked round last of all and joined in. There were a lot of smiles and it wasn’t long before all four of them were shedding tears of happiness. Epilogue Landon opened her eyes slowly as the rays of the sun streamed in through the window. Her head wasn’t on her pillow, it was resting on Dan’s chest and her arm was draped across him. It was a common place for her to wake up, apparently when she was asleep all her body wanted to do was curl up with Dan. In some ways this was exactly what she had planned whilst in others it was very different. She thought back to what felt like a lifetime ago when she had wanted to take Dan all for herself. She had known he was too good for that nervous and mousy woman he was married to. Landon had become obsessed with getting him for herself. Everything had gone smoothly and Livy was such a push over that entwining herself in Dan’s life had been even easier than she expected. What she hadn’t expected was everything that came next. She was rather ashamed to admit that when all of this started she didn’t particularly care what happened to Livy, she didn’t hold a grudge towards her and assumed she’d go live with her parents or something when Landon took over. Landon had become so obsessed with Dan that she didn’t see Livy as a person, she saw her as a speedbump that had to be navigated. Things couldn’t be more different now. As she got to know Livy she learnt that not only was Livy a person but that she was a wonderful person. She just needed some help to get to be who she was supposed to be. When Landon found out that Livy was a Little things started clicking into place and opened up a whole new world for her. She found Robyn and quickly found that things were more complicated than she could’ve imagined. Landon had no regrets about giving Livy laxatives or diuretics. She felt no guilt because the ends justified the means. Livy was happy as a baby and she had just needed a small push to get her to accept that. After a while Landon had even stopped giving the big baby any kind of “medicine” and she continued to use diapers anyway. Landon sat up and yawned. Next to her Dan made a little grunt and rolled over. Around the bed lay the discarded clothes after another night full of passion. The two of them had a kind of chemistry that Landon had never experienced before, Dan took her to heights of pleasure she thought was impossible. Quietly Landon got to her feet and picked up her dressing gown. She wrapped herself in the deep red garment and made her way to the door. After a quick stop at the bathroom she walked towards the nursery. What had once been a plain spare bedroom had now become something much more appropriate for its two occupants. The wallpaper had been taken down to be replaced by a bright pink colour and a white frieze. Simple educational posters had been put up showing things like the alphabet and numbers, there was also a potty chart hanging from the wall but she doubted that would ever see use. The old bed had been thrown away and replaced by two large cribs that had been custom built by someone Landon had found in the same chat room she met Robyn in. It turned out the second crib was mostly a waste since the two girls almost always elected to sleep together in one of them. A changing table, built by the same person who manufactured the cribs, now took up one wall and was kept well-stocked. The other walls were taken up by closets of overgrown baby clothes and boxes of toys. The two girls really were spoiled rotten, whatever they needed they received. Landon slowly opened the door to the nursery and stepped in. The headboard of the crib hid the girls from view but she could hear a slight crinkling, both the sound of diapers and the sound of the waterproof bed protector that was put under the sheets. Landon slowly tip-toed around until she could see what was going on. Her eyebrows raised and she couldn’t help but smirk. In the crib she saw Livy flat on her back with her legs spread apart and her knees raised. Robyn was crouching over her, their lips were locked in what looked like a very passionate embrace whilst the hand Robyn wasn’t using to hold herself up was slipped down Olivia’s diaper. The two girls were so lost with each other that they still hadn’t noticed her several seconds later as they mumbled soft moans of pleasure into each other’s mouths. After a few more seconds Landon knew she’d have to make her presence known. “Well, I suppose this explains why your night diapers are often lopsided come the morning.” Landon said cheerily. The moans of pleasure turned to yelps as Robyn jumped back and wrenched her hand free of Livy. Livy herself propped herself up on one arm and looked through the bars at Landon with wide eyes. Both the girls’ faces were red and getting redder with each passing second. The four of them were in a relationship. At different times they all enjoyed “adult time” with others if the mood took them. Landon would’ve never dreamed on taking Dan away from Olivia since she had learnt to respect her. That didn’t mean it wasn’t fun to tease the babies when they were caught being “naughty.” “We were just…” Robyn started. “Playing?” Livy’s voice made it more of a question than a statement as she finished Robyn’s sentence. Landon laughed as she walked over and let the side of the crib drop. Both girls were wet though she wasn’t sure now how much that was from peeing. In Livy’s case she was soaked, her control had certainly not got any better over the passing time, in fact it was significantly worse and Landon suspected she had given up trying to control anything whatsoever. Robyn, on the other hand, maintained her potty training but it was also clear to see that she was finding it increasingly easy to use her padding whenever she needed. “Let’s get you both changed.” Landon said as the girls went over to the changing table, “Dan and I have work today so we can’t hang around. Can I trust you both to look after each other?” “Yes.” The girls’ chorused. Landon saw the way they looked at each other and figured they would be all over each other again as soon as she left for work. Needless to say a four-way relationship had its issues sometimes. Dan’s parents had been against it from the second they found out but since they were conservative “sanctity of the marriage” types that wasn’t a surprise. Olivia’s parents had been confused but accepted things, they didn’t need to know about the baby stuff. Robyn and Landon were both alike in that they were rather estranged from their families so they simply didn’t feel the need to announce anything. At work there was a brief problem with the bosses unsure if Dan and Landon could be expected to remain professional but once they finally turned in the “Peterson Case” that had started them working together those worries disappeared. The most important thing was that all four of them felt happier than ever before. It may not have been conventional but it worked for them and none of them could imagine spending their lives in any other way. --- Sam is back! Sam is a vertically challenged young woman who always seems to be getting herself in tricky situations. 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Chapter 48: Lisa’s Sleepover Part 4: The Walk The first ten minutes of the walk had been conducted mostly in silence, except for Lisa giving directions about which forks in the path to take. The events of the past twelve hours had been so rapid-fire that I was still contemplating all of its implications. We were forced to walk single file as the path narrowed, I had ended up at the back of the group, with Samantha directly in front of me. I suppose that someone who had never met Samantha before might not have realized she had a diaper on, but it was completely obvious to me. Her jumper wasn’t exactly loose fitting, and it hugged tightly around the outline of the diaper padding. It felt like everything I had known about Samantha had been thrown into doubt. Her secret life as a baby was in total contrast to how she otherwise carried herself. And now here she was, completely demure, sucking on a pacifier as we walked along the trail. We had become friends on the very first day of kindergarten. Was the person I’d known in the decade since merely a façade, a cover for the Samantha I was seeing now? If I had discovered Samantha’s secret a year ago? How would I have reacted? I realized to my shame that my reaction then probably wouldn’t have been kind. I hadn’t known what it was like to be different. I hadn’t known what it was like to need to keep an embarrassing aspect of myself hidden away, out of fear of what might happen should it be discovered. But I knew better now, so I could act better. I decided that I didn’t care that she wanted to wear diapers. It didn’t make a single bit of sense to me, but it wasn’t hurting anyone else. However, I was still trying to work out Lisa’s 180-degree flip on Samantha. Lisa had been so adamant about her feelings on the issue with me last week, and that had been on full display in her initial reaction to catching Samantha attempting to take her diapers. What was it that they had discussed when they had been in the bedroom together? Whatever it was, it had resulted in Samantha not only wearing a diaper but using a pacifier and sippy cup as well, and Samantha till had the pacifier in her mouth this far into the hike. Lisa had appeared properly chastised by Samantha’s outburst about how her own diaper desires were something out of her control. Perhaps that new perspective resonated with Lisa and her own challenges with parts of her life that she had no say over. Or was there something else that was going on? The dirt trail wound its way downhill through a sparse forest. I wasn’t sure what the point of this adventure was, but it was Lisa’s sleepover after all, so I didn’t mind deferring to her for what activities we were to do. I was incredibly grateful for how thorough Lisa had been with the baby powder when she changed me. I would have been at serious risk of some thigh chaffing otherwise. What I was beginning to regret was how careless I had been with the amount of orange juice I had drunk for breakfast. Had I perhaps put too much trust in the performance of this new pull-up Lisa had insisted on having me try? I could try waiting longer, but I wasn’t going to risk a leaky pull-up in front of my friends. I wasn’t going to be able to pee while walking. I stopped and bent down, pretending like I just needed to ret-tie my shoelaces. I motioned for Samantha to go on ahead, saying I’d catch up in a second. I bent down on one knee and fiddled with the laces on the shoe in front of me. Getting my bladder to release now that I had come to a stop wasn’t difficult. The problem was that once I started peeing, I just kept going and going without any ability to stop. That could be a problem. I was frozen in place, sure I was about to feel urine running down the inside of my thighs as the pull-up overflowed. That would have been the result of this large accident in any of the previous pull-ups I had worn. But Lisa’s description of the pull-up’s absorbency had proven to be correct. It was nearly as good as a regular diaper. I could feel how much it had swollen up between my legs, but I couldn’t feel any indication of a leak. I hadn’t gone any sizable distance before in a wet pull-up, let alone one nearly as thick as a diaper. It was not a fun experience. Jogging wasn’t going to do, so I settled for speed walking instead as I slowly made my way back to the group, catching up to Samantha a minute later. Samantha paused as I caught up and tapped her on the shoulder. “What?” She said, after removing the pacifier from her mouth. “Um, I just wanted to say that I’m cool with you wanting to be a baby. Not going to judge you about it or anything.” “Really?” “Really.” “Thank you so much,” Samantha said, as she wrapped her arms around me. --- We reached our destination in another ten minutes or so, catching up to Desi and Lisa after a few minutes of uncomfortably fast walking. Maybe I was mistaken, but Samantha’s diaper appeared to be bulging out much more than before. The end of the trail brought us to the edge of a small river, with a thirty-foot-high waterfall softly roaring a short distance upstream. I could see why Lisa thought the trek out was worth it. “It’s a little cold to get in the water now, but it’s pretty great to wade into in the summer,” Lisa said. While Desi and Samantha were admiring the view, Lisa took hold of my hand and pulled me around the path, far enough to where some large bushes blocked Desi and Samantha from view. “I brought an extra pull-up if you want to get changed.” “How…” Lisa tilted her head. “You don’t normally waddle around like that.” “Is it really that obvious?” “Probably only to someone who wears diapers all the time, she said. “I brought this for you just in case.” Lisa pulled out a pull-up, wipes, and a gallon-sized disposable plastic baggie from her drawstring bag. “I’ll give you some privacy to get cleaned up,” she said, heading back toward Samantha and Desi. At least with a dress on, I only had to remove my shoes in order to change the pull-up. I hurried to swap out the wet pull-up for the dry one. Despite Lisa’s assurances that the trail was rarely used, I worried I’d give some random hiker a heart attack if they stumbled across me at the wrong time. I placed the wet pull-up and wipes into the plastic baggie and zipped it shut. I hadn’t thought about what I was going to do to dispose of it. Littering wasn’t an option, but having to carry the evidence of my accident all the way back to the house wasn’t an appealing alternative. “Hey, all done?” I literally jumped at the sound of Lisa’s voice. She had somehow managed to sneak up right behind me. “Yeah.” “Here, you can put the pull-up in my bag, and I’ll toss it once we’re home.” “Thanks.” Desi and Samantha had their cell phone out taking photos when Lisa and I rejoined them. Neither made any comment about my obvious absence or why I had taken it. “Samantha and I had a chance to talk about things for a little bit,” Lisa said, once she had everyone’s attention. “I agreed to help Samantha with getting diapers on occasion, and, if there are times when there is the privacy to treat her like a baby, I thought that would be OK to do. Let Samantha be herself around us.” Samantha stood a short ways from Lisa as she was giving that explanation, the pacifier moving rhythmically in her mouth. “And speaking of that,” Lisa said, as she placed her hand on the bottom of Samantha’s diaper. “What happened here?” “I had an accident,” Samantha said, taking the pacifier out of her mouth. Accident. Samantha was definitely using that word euphemistically. There wasn’t any reason she wouldn’t have had the bladder strength to last until the time we got back. “How are you going to?” Samantha asked, again removing her pacifier to talk. There was a reason Lisa’s bag was so full. She pulled out a rolled-up changing mat and spread it out on the sandy riverbank. “Not here, what if someone comes?” Samantha said. “Paci back in,” Lisa said, snatching the pacifier out of Samantha’s hand and placing it back into her mouth before Samantha could object. “And you can relax, basically no one uses this trail.” Lisa turned Samantha around and unzipped the back of the romper and let it slide to the ground, leaving Samanth in just a diaper and undershirt. The wet spot on the plain white was unmistakable. Samantha turned around quickly to face us, with both her hands covering the diaper, though she kept her eyes pointed toward her feet. “The sooner we start the sooner we’ll have a dry diaper on you,” Lisa said. Samantha relented and laid on the changing mat. I averted my eyes and focused on the waterfall as Lisa talked Samantha through each step of the diaper change. I was feeling a bit of second-hand embarrassment at Samantha’s situation even though I knew that this was what she had wanted. “Do you need to change at all?” Desi asked Lisa, once Lisa had helped Samantha get her jumper back on. From how Desi had looked at Samantha and me first, she was fully aware that I had changed my pull-up as well. “No, I’m used to going a while without changing,” she said. None of us had anything to say for a little while. I sensed that even though we all had said we were comfortable with all of the things that had been revealed during the sleepover, it was still going to take a while before it all felt normal. “You never mentioned earlier what doctors had to say about your condition? Do they know what is causing it?” Desi asked me out of the blue. I just wished the questions from my friends would stop. Why did they feel like they needed to know every detail? The problem was that every little bit of information I provided my friends would only lead to more questions, leading to things I had no intention of revealing to them. And I had already heavily implied to Lisa that I had dealt with bladder problems my whole life. I didn’t want to reveal that I’d misled her about the realities of my condition. A simple lie that would cut off further questions was the better option. “Doctors never really figured out why.” “But when did it start?” Desi asked. “I know I’ve seen you wearing underwear plenty of times.” “Yeah, the issue has come and gone randomly. There have been some long periods where I’d be good with wearing regular underwear, and I was absolutely terrified of anyone else finding out that secret.” Then Lisa joined in the questioning and started pressing me for specifics. She began quizzing me with the names of a whole bunch of tests and procedures and medical jargon that I had no idea about, wanting to know what it was that the doctors had tried to do to figure out the cause of my condition. “I don’t know terms for everything they did. Just tests. Like blood draws and having me pee in a cup.” I wasn’t sure that was what doctors would actually do, but it did seem like a good guess. And it appeared to satisfy Lisa for now. “My doctors think that my issues are a result of a smaller bladder and trauma from my childhood with how those accidents were handled when I was younger,” Lisa said. “They said that I should be able to get to being toilet trained, and I had made a lot of progress over the summer before school started.” “Had you gotten back to wearing underwear?” I asked. “No, not enough to ditch pull-ups, but I was getting to the point of having some days where I was staying completely dry. School was more challenging with the class schedule and having limited access to the toilet, but I was beginning to get the hang of things. And then that thing with Claire really caused me to regress a bit. I decided that it would be easier to take a break from trying to toilet train for a little bit rather than try to do it through all that added stress, but I think I’m ready to start giving toilet training a try again this next,” Lisa said. Lisa had a lot more experience trying to toilet train than I did, and if she had come close to getting it figured out once, I’m sure she could do it again. If I could follow along with her advice, perhaps we could both be able to put our daytime bladder issues behind us once and for all. “Why don’t you tell me what your plans are for working on toilet training again, and we can do it together?”

This story takes place in a world where women are significantly bigger and stronger than men Daniel is a workaholic who really needs a break. His life consists of nothing more than working for much longer than he should and then going home to scroll social media. So when he receives a letter from a cousin he had lost touch with saying they should catch up he is only too eager to agree. Emmy, however, isn't exactly the cousin he remembered her being. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on Patreon. For $10 you can see everything early AND 50 full length stories that can only be found on my Patreon page! The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my patrons and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my Patreon ❤️ https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Cousin Emmy By Elfy Daniel tapped away on his keyboard. He hadn’t stopped in a long time, his eyes were practically glued to the screen as he wrote line after line of code. His eyes were sore but he couldn’t stop, he needed to keep going and meet his deadlines. Daniel enjoyed his work and when he got into the right frame of mind he could easily work non-stop for hour after hour. With a swipe of his hand Daniel brushed his hair out of his face. It was growing too long, that was what his mother always told him when she visited. He clicked save and looked away from the screen for the first time in hours. He had to blink a few times, every time his eyes closed he saw the code on the screen again. He knew it as the “Tetris Effect”, when you look at something happening for so long you can see it when you close your eyes, it was very disconcerting. He rubbed his eyes, he only had sight in the left one though he hadn’t let that stop him from doing anything. “What the…” Daniel realised his one good eye wasn’t going blind. It had got very dark indeed. He checked the clock on the corner of the screen to see it was late in the evening. He had worked long past quitting time. The office was empty. All the lights were off and so were the computers. Daniel was the last person to leave and his shift was meant to have finished hours ago. If he had any kind of social life he would’ve been upset but, in truth, no one would notice he had worked overtime. He lived alone and didn’t really have many friends, certainly not ones he often went out with. With the computer shut off Daniel picked up his things and left the office. He lived in the city and didn’t own a car, he didn’t mind walking and using public transport. It was good for the environment and his own fitness. He was a slim guy anyway but a little extra exercise never hurt anyone. It was already dark out and the wind had a slight chill to it that made Daniel pull his coat a little tighter to himself. He gave a wide berth to some teenagers that were loitering outside an electronics store. He always felt nervous when passing rowdy groups thanks to his diminutive 5’4” frame. He was very slight physically and that made him anxious about becoming a victim. Daniel hurried by and carried on home. He lived in an apartment halfway up a building. His programming for an independent video game company didn’t pay a great deal but living on his own meant he didn’t actually need much money, it wasn’t like he went out often after all. Daniel opened the front door of his place and walked inside. He flicked on the lights and walked through to the kitchen. It was late and he didn’t feel much like cooking, he warmed up some instant noodles and then dropped on his couch in front of the television. There wasn’t much on and Daniel ended up watching a random roller-skating competition on one of the niche sports’ channels. He had no interest in skating but he was essentially just killing time until he went to bed and then went to work again. This was his life. Working and then sitting around waiting to work again. With a sigh Daniel looked around. He was an introvert, he didn’t mind being home alone rather than out partying but at times like this he wouldn’t have minded having someone just to talk to a little bit. He had considered getting a pet before but it didn’t feel like he would be home enough to take care of them. For the next hour Daniel looked at social media on his phone whilst occasionally glancing up at the television. Most of the people on his friends list were either colleagues or family. There was nothing exciting going on. Daniel turned off the television and stretched. He walked into his hallway with the intention of visiting the bathroom before bed. He paused when he saw a letter on his doormat. If it had been there when he got home he hadn’t noticed it, and yet it felt like he would’ve seen it. He frowned, he rarely got letters that weren’t bills but he could see his name and address handwritten on it. Daniel picked the letter up and turned it over. There was no clues as to where it came from. He opened the door out in to the building’s hallway. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see but no one was there. The only movement was on the light on top of the elevator, one of the numbers was descending as it lowered down towards the ground. Closing the door Daniel started opening the envelope. He pulled the single piece of paper out and read the handwriting. “Hi Daniel, it’s been a long time!” The handwriting was very neat with all the letters curving into the next one perfectly, “You should come visit and catch up. I’m sure we have a lot to reminisce about. It would be a lot of fun to have you stay for a while. Your favourite cousin, Emmy.” The note ended with a return address as well as an e-mail. Daniel read the note a second time. He remembered Emmy well. She had been practically his best friend as a youth but once he had moved to the city they had lost touch. Daniel remembered getting into a lot of hijinks with Emmy, she was two years younger than he was but always seemed to be the one who took charge of their arrangements. She had been taller than he was to the point most strangers assumed she was the elder cousin, she seemed to enjoy that a lot. Daniel climbed into bed but placed the note on his bedside table. He would send a reply from work the next day. Going out to the countryside to revisit his youth and catch up with an old friend would be just the tonic to his stressed life. --- Daniel sat on the bus with his suitcase pulled up between his legs. He had woken up at the crack of dawn to get ready and head to the train station, then he switched to the bus to get him as close as possible to Emmy’s rather remote home. He felt excited but also anxious, social situations had been alien to him for a long time. When Daniel stepped off the bus with his suitcase he had to look around to try and work out where to go next. This wasn’t the town he had grown up in though it wasn’t far away, he had only been here a few times before and that had been many years ago. He pulled out the piece of paper with directions and then started walking down the street. After talking to Emmy through e-mail and deciding on a visit Daniel had gone to his boss to apply for time off. He was able to take quite a significant amount of time since he hadn’t used his holiday time that year. Daniel wasn’t planning to spend all his time off with Emmy, he didn’t want to impose, but he liked that there would be no rush on their catching up. Emmy had a spare room that she said was ready just for him. It took thirty minutes for Daniel to eventually end up on the right road. He had underestimated the distance and pulling his suitcase with him the whole way had left him out of breath. The buildings on this road had plenty of space between them and each seemed to be situated in its own sizable parcel of land. Daniel stopped in front of one of these isolated homes and checked his paper again. This was the right address but everything seemed to be a little odd. He couldn’t put his finger on it as he looked at the house from the road. He started walking down the long driveway. “What on Earth…” Daniel’s eyes widened the closer he got to the house. Everything about the house appeared normal at first glance. The white two-storey walls had regular windows and a front door on a porch, it looked like the carbon copy of thousands of other houses until Daniel walked up the large steps of the porch. The front door towered over him, the letterbox was at head height whilst the handle was even higher. The brass door knocker was out of reach even if Daniel had tried to jump for it. It had to be at least ten-feet off the ground. Daniel turned around and saw some wicker furniture on the corner of the porch. The two chairs, table and rocking chair looked gargantuan. If Daniel didn’t know better he would’ve thought he had shrunk to half his height. After another check that this was indeed the correct address Daniel knocked on the door. He heard a loud scraping and then footsteps coming to the door. He could feel the wooden boards under his feet vibrate with each booming step. Daniel instinctively took a step backwards as the door’s lock clicked and then swung open. Daniel had just one second to take in his cousin Emmy before she was right in front of him. “Daniel!” Emmy excitedly stepped forwards with a huge smile, “You haven’t changed a bit!” Daniel saw a woman in front of him that wasn’t just tall but a giant. Her arms reached around Daniel’s waist and before he knew it he was lifted into the air in a great big bear hug. He felt his cheeks reddening as he was held against his cousin’s chest, her voluptuous breasts threatened to engulf him. It was more than a little uncomfortable and awkward. “Mmm!” Was the only sound Daniel could make as he wondered if he was going to suffocate right there between his cousin’s boobs. “Oh, sorry. I sometimes forget my own strength!” Emmy loosened her grip. To Daniel’s embarrassment Emmy didn’t set him down on the floor. Instead, she shifted him to the side with remarkable ease so that he was sat on her hip. His arms and legs automatically wrapped around Emmy as she took his suitcase and carried it inside. Daniel felt embarrassment coursing through him along with questions as to how Emmy had got so big. He hadn’t even had a chance to say anything! Daniel was final set down in the living room as Emmy sat on the couch. Daniel was left stood in front of her feeling like a child sent to report to the Principal. He was finally able to take all of her in and he was astounded. Emmy was incredibly tall, he could only estimate but if she was shorter than eight feet tall he would’ve been extremely surprised. “How was your trip? Was it OK?” Emmy asked. Despite her size her voice was very light. Her shoulder-length golden hair bobbed slightly as she sat up straight. The apron she was wearing over her black dress bunched up and she had to pull it down. “It was fine.” Daniel replied quietly. Looking around the room Daniel could see the interior of the house was the same as the exterior. Everything was bigger than normal, the couches and armchairs were so tall he would struggle to clamber up on to the cushions, Even the windowsill was so high up he could’ve used it for chin-ups. He had never felt smaller as he looked round at the giant room. “Oh, where are my manners?” Emmy chuckled, “Let me help you up.” “Wha-… No I’m-” Daniel found himself being lifted again and this time deposited on the couch. He hadn’t been handled this much since he had been a baby, it seemed like Emmy had some real issues with personal boundaries. Much to Daniel’s embarrassment his legs hung over the edge of the seat without touching the ground. “So what have you been up to?” Emmy asked excitedly. She leaned back and turned sideways to face her new guest. Her breasts were very distracting as they pushed out towards Daniel. “Oh, you know… This and that.” Daniel muttered as he forced himself to look away. He had so many questions but Emmy wasn’t giving him a moment to say anything. Daniel wanted to ask Emmy what had happened to make her so incredibly tall and about her house. Did she have a genetic problem that kept her growing? Did she have this house custom made? Why wasn’t she a star basketball player? Were those boobs real!? “You have to give me more than that!” Emmy giggled and draped one of her long arms over Daniel’s shoulders, “Come on, we’ve got all the time in the world. Tell Aunty everything.” “Aunty?” Daniel replied with a frown. “Oh, silly me!” Emmy giggled again, “I’m so much bigger than you I forgot you aren’t one of my sister’s kids! Just a maternal instinct I suppose, you’re actually older than me by a couple of years, hard to believe, huh?” As Emmy laughed heartily Daniel forced a trepid smile across his face. If he could’ve done he would’ve excused himself from this bizarre house and run away because Emmy was acting very strangely. He didn’t like the very “hands on” approach she was taking to him, it wasn’t normal to just be picked up like this. “So what have you been up to?” Emmy said again. “I went to university.” Daniel looked away from Emmy as he shifted uncomfortably, “Studied video game design and then got a job at an independent company. I wor-” “Wow!” Emmy interrupted, “Impressive! I’m proud of you, what a clever boy!” Daniel blushed a little as he was praised in such a strange manner. He bit his lip as he felt his face flush with embarrassed heat. This had been a big mistake. His social isolation had pushed him into this meeting but he had never expected a situation like this. Despite his loneliness being alone at home seemed very attractive at this point. “Let me show you your room so you can get settled in.” Emmy said after a couple of seconds of uncomfortable silence. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/posts/cousin-emmy-part-92754660

"Awe, what's wrong little sissy," my mommy asked me as we pulled into the driveway. "I don't want to do this," I replied. "What," Mommy said. "You've been saying for months how much fun it would be to have a sissy play date. Now that I've set one up for you, you want to back down?" "Yes," I answered. "I know I said that, but I meant like watching cartoons and coloring with another person in diapers and dresses. This is a sleepover, and you won't even be there!" "Well too bad sissy. Now get going," Mommy said as she stepped out of the car. "Everything is already set up, and I have plans tonight that I will be late for if you keep dragging your feet. So unless you want to come home to a punishment tomorrow you'll put some pep in your little sissy steps." Mommy took me by the hand and led me up the walk to the house's front door. She rang the doorbell, holding my hand in a vice-like grip. A diaper bag was slung over her other shoulder. The door was answered by an older woman, hair starting to gray. She and Mommy embraced in a warm hug. Mommy then handed her my diaper bag. "Hi Kathleen," Mommy said. "Everything little sissy Brian needs is in there. Sorry he isn't wearing anything. He is nervous about his sleepover with Sam tonight, and was being fussy so I didn't have much time to get him ready. Thank you so much for doing this tonight though." "I don't worry about. You know I love dressing up sissies," Kathleen said. "You didn't need to pack all this though. You know I have plenty of diapers for the two little sissies." "I know, but I didn't want to take advantage. I will be by to pick him up tomorrow at 10:00 though," Mommy said. Turning her attention to me, she said, "now Brian, you be a good sissy tonight and listen to everything Aunty Kathleen tells you. She has my permission to punish you any way she sees fit, and if I hear you needed a punishment, you can bet it will be worse when you get home tomorrow. Now give me a kiss goodbye. " Chastised and blushing, I gave Mommy a kiss before being pulled into the house by Kathleen. Kathleen then closed the door, causing Mommy to disappear from my view. "Now, should we get you properly dressed?" Kathleen asked me. "Yes Ma'am," I replied. Kathleen then took me by the hand, leading me deeper into the house. We headed up a flight of stairs, stopping outside of A soft pink door. Kathleen opened the door, revealing an adult baby nursery that every sissy baby dreamed of having. A crib with a twin sized mattress dominated one corner of the room. A changing table with diapers stacked underneath dominated the opposite corner. Both were covered in restraints that could completely immobilize anyone using the furniture. A large rocking chair occupied a third corner of the room underneath a large window, and sex and baby toys were scattered across the floor of the rest of the room. "Once you are properly dressed you can go play with Sammy. Does that sound fun Brianna?" Kathleen asked me. She started undressing me instantly, so I don't think my answer mattered beyond avoiding punishment for being rude. So I responded, "Yes, Ma'am." Kathleen untied my shoes first, making me rest my hand on her back while she pulled my shoes and socks off my feet. She then unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them and my underwear down in a single smooth motion. Kathleen made me rest my hands on her again for support as I stepped out of the leg holes. I wanted to cover myself with my hands in one last act of modesty, but as my arms moved down Kathleen caught them and lifted them up above my head. Then, she pulled my t-shirt up above my head and I was naked. Once undressed, I was ushered up on top of the changing mat, and Kathleen buckled a single strap across my waist, holding me onto the table. "Your momma would be so upset if something happened to her little sissy, so I need to take extra special care with you, don't I?" This time, I left it as a rhetorical question and didn't respond. Kathleen bent below my eye site for a second, returning with a diaper thicker than any I had ever seen before. Kathleen set it on my chest. So I could stare right at it, while she pulled out the other supplies she needed. I wondered how badly I would be waddling in the diaper until I felt something cold around my balls. The diaper blocked my view, but I could tell that Kathleen was putting my chastity cage on me. Chastity was a kink that my wife and I often indulged in with one another. But having your wife lock away your cock was one thing, and an older woman who had never touched you intimately before was entirely another. Normally, I was hard as a rock and my wife had to use a cold washcloth or another trick to get me into the cage. This time, I was so timid about being locked up by Kathleen that my cage was almost too small for me. "I have no idea why your mommy said I should expect trouble getting your cage on you," Kathleen said as she sealed my dick in with a click. "You have such a well behaved sissy clitty for me." Kathleen then lifted my hips up, slipping the diaper underneath me. A liberal cloud of powder soon coated my chastity cage and butt crack. I turned and twisted on the table as Kathleen rubbed the powder into my diaper area. Sam often had a bruised ass when I hung out with him, so I knew Kathleen wasn't shy about delivering a spanking. Because of this, I tried to stay still, but it was also deeply embarrassing having Kathleen touching my genitals so thoroughly and business-like, as if I were nothing more than a child she was babysitting. Satisfied that my nether regions were thoroughly protected from diaper rash, Kathleen then taped the diaper up with the same efficiency. Kathleen then ran her fingers through the waist and leg bands, checking the fit of the diaper. Satisfied, she slid a pair of plastic locking panties up my legs. Once they covered the diaper, Kathleen released me from the changing table, so she could roll me onto my side to lock the plastic panties on with a click. I wasn’t allowed off of the changing table until she had given the panties a few test pulls to make sure they wouldn't come off. After the diaper and plastic panties were put on me, Kathleen went digging through Sammy's sissy closet for an outfit for me to wear. She was in there for a minute before she popped back out with an armful of clothes. First, Kathleen had me put on a simple white camisole. Then came a very frilly pink dress, with ruffles and frills on both the skirt and shoulders. Kathleen made me raise my arms above my head while she slipped it over my head. She then zipped it up my back. A small click indicated she had locked the dress around my neck when she had fully zipped it up my back. A bright white corset was then wrapped around my torso. Since it was more decorational than for waist shaping, Kathleen only tightened the corset until it was mildly uncomfortable. Next, Kathleen snuck a matching pair of bloomers up my legs and over my diaper. Lastly, two petticoats were slid up my legs and around my waist, adding a nice poof and flair to my outfit. "You make such a lovely little sissy Brianna," Kathleen said. "Now you just need a lovely little wig and something to cover up that unfortunate addition God put on your throat. You be a good sissy and stay right there." Kathleen left the room, leaving me alone. She was gone for a while. At least long enough for me to be bored, and start swishing my skirt and petticoats back and forth, watching them twirl around my waist. Kathleen caught me off guard as she reentered the room. "A sissy and her skirts," she said as she walked back in, a box in her arms. I blushed, embarrassed, while she pulled a blonde, ringlet wig out of the box. "We discovered, Sammy is more of a brunette than a blond, so he doesn't wear this one much." Kathleen placed a wig cap on my head, then slid the wig into place. A few adjustments and a pink headband later she was finished with my hair. To complete my outfit, a pink ribbon was tied around my throat to cover up my Adam's apple. "Now you look like such a darling little sissy," Kathleen said. She didn't let me look at myself in the mirror though. Instead, she took me by the hand, leading me out of the room and back downstairs to her living room. *Part Two* Set up in the center of the room was a large playpen. Another sissy sat in the center of the playpen, half heartedly pushing two teddy bears around in front of them while baby cartoons played quietly on the tv. The sissy in the playpen was Sam, or Sammy, the person I was having a "sleepover" with. They were dressed in a yellow baby party dress, wearing a brunette bob wig with a small bonnet tied around their chin. As Kathleen helped Sammy stand up out of the playpen, I saw his skirt was stiff enough and accompanied by enough petticoats that the bottom of his diaper and plastic pants just peeked out between his legs. It was interesting, seeing Sammy and Kathleen so close together. Unlike my mommy, who was only a few years older than me, Kathleen was older than Sammy by a couple of decades. The marked age difference and between Sammy and Kathleen, and his appearance, truly made Sammy appear to be a child, even though he was only two years younger than I. "Now, doing each other's makeup and nails is a classic sleepover activity for girls. I was thinking you two sissies would love doing that for each other, wouldn't you?" Kathleen said. "Yes mommy," Sammy said. I simultaneously said, "Yes aunt Kathleen." "Alright, both of you be good and sit on the floor, while I go and get the makeup," Kathleen said. Sammy and I knelt on the floor as Kathleen left. We sat there in awkward silence, neither of us sure really how to start a conversation in our present state. Kathleen finally returned, makeup caboodle in one hand and a bag of makeup brushes in the other. Setting the items down, she said, "Ok, which one of you wants to be made up first?" After an awkward silence, I eventually raised my hand. "Good sissy Brian," Kathleen said. She sat on the ground in between Sammy and I, and began unpacking all of the things she had brought down. First, she directed Sammy in applying foundation to my face, then eyeshadow, blush, and lip gloss. Once Kathleen was satisfied with Sammy's work, she had me do the same, following the same steps of dabbing the foundation onto Sammy before gently coloring his eyes in a yellow eyeshadow to match his dress. Then a forced smile so that I could brush foundation onto the apples of his cheeks. Finally, strokes of lipgloss left a pink glittering shimmer on his lips. Kathleen showed us the results of our makeovers in a small hand mirror. Overall, they weren't great. I knew I could have done a better job with my makeup myself, and I knew that I didn't do a great job either on Sammy's makeup. It had been the first time I had put makeup on another person though, and I am sure Sammy was in a similar boat. Painting each other's nails went much better though. This time, Sammy went first. He was much more confident with the nail brush than makeup brushes, painting my fingernails in smooth baby pink streaks. Once my fingernails were coated in the delicate pink lacquer, my toenails received the same treatment. I then had to sit, hands and toes spread while my nails dried. The process was then repeated, as Sammy applied a second coat. When he was finished, my nails were a solid, baby pink color, and, unaccustomed to regularly having my nails painted, the paint gave my fingers an unusual weight. When my nails were finally dry, it was my turn to paint Sammy's nails. Kathleen had me paint his nails in a bright red that stood out when contrasted against his dress. As I finished the first coat, Kathleen had me gently sprinkle a little glitter across his fingernails, so that it got stuck in the nail polish. The second coat then sealed the glitter in, giving his nails a nice sparkle in addition to the red color. As we waited for Sammy's second coat of nail polish to dry, his stomach began to grumble with hunger. "Awe, is someone's tum-tum saying it wants din-dins," Kathleen teased. "Well don't you worry. I'll make a nice dinner for my two little sissy babies. Now I only have one high chair, and since his tummy is growling, I am going to feed Sammy first, is that ok Brian?" "Yes aunty Kathleen," I replied. "Such a helpful little sissy. No wonder you're Mommy never has to punish you. Unlike this one," Kathleen said, pinching Sammy's arm playfully. "Since you are the better behaved sissy, I am going to leave you here while I put Sammy in the high chair. Then I will put you in the bouncer so you can work up an appetite for dinner. Will you be good and sit here quietly while I do that?" "Yes Aunty Kathleen," I said again. She then helped Sammy stand and led him into the kitchen. Kathleen was gone for fifteen minutes before she returned, a padded, harness-like object in her hands. There were two long straps on the thing in her arms, which she connected to two pulleys suspended from the ceiling. I then stepped into the harness, holding my skirts and petticoats up, at Kathleen's command. She then lifted the harness up around my waist, gently tucking my petticoats and skirts intonthe waistband of the harness. A set of straps then went across my chest, holding the harness tight against my diaper, and holding me tight between the two straps connecting me to the ceiling. Kathleen then tightened the straps, so that it was just uncomfortable to stand flat footed on the ground. My wrists were then placed in two cuffs attached to the straps. She then unrolled a black mat, spreading it out underneath me. Two pads were connected to the mat, which she stuck just inside the leg bands of my bloomers. "From what your mommy has told me, you will enjoy this as much as Sammy, even if you won't admit it. It will also make sure you are nice and ready for dinner," Kathleen said as she plugged a cord extending from the mat into an outlet. As soon as the prongs connected, I jumped into the air, feeling an electric shock jolt through my legs. It happened again and again, and without any active effort on my part I was soon bouncing away. Kathleen had a smirk on her face as she left to feed Sammy. It didn’t take too long for me to connect that the pads on my legs and the mat I kept landing on were making a circuit that was providing the shocks. They weren't painful, so much as an unpleasant sensation in my legs. I couldn't tell if it was the sensation, the surprise of the shock, or a reaction from my legs but each shock launched me into the air, keeping me bouncing away. I tried curling my legs underneath me, once, to try avoiding the shocks. All this brilliant idea accomplished was giving me a diaper wedgie that crushed my balls and rammed my chastity cage unpleasantly into my crotch. I had no concept of time while bouncing away, but eventually I was able to collect my thoughts and think about something other than the shocks. The actual bouncing sensation felt rather good, causing my diaper to rub against me in a way that soon had my dick straining against its cage. I could also feel my diaper and the harness putting pressure against my butt. I was eventually wishing I had something inside of my ass, so I could fuck myself to orgasm while I bounced away. When Kathleen finally returned, she was leading Sammy from behind, who, in addition to his previous outfit, was sporting a massive bib covered in baby food and a pacifier bobbing in and out of his mouth. Kathleen unplugged the mat and pads from the wall, letting my feet land and stay on the ground. My legs were shaky as they landed on the ground. I realized that I was panting for breath, exhausted from my constant bouncing. Kathleen released me from the cuffs and harness, and I dropped on the floor, legs wobbly from the bouncer and exhaustion. I stayed on the floor, panting and trying to get the feeling back into my legs, until Kathleen had Sammy strapped into the bouncer. She then led me away into the kitchen while Sammy sucked a pacifier while bouncing away. Kathleen brought me into the kitchen, where a pink polka dot padded high chair with a white plastic tray was set against an island. Water streaks drying on it indicated it had just been thoroughly wiped down. Kathleen pulled the tray off the high chair, and helped me into the seat, fluffing my skirt and petticoats so that they would sit just right and not be ruffled by the tray. She then buckled straps across my shoulders and waist. Two more velcro straps pinned my arms firmly against the sides of the chair. Two final straps, one over my thighs, one over my ankles, bound me firmly to the chair. My legs could do little more than shuffle along the footrest while my arms could only wriggle at my sides. Kathleen then clicked the white tray into place. Kathleen started by affixing a bib, more akin to a hairdresser's cape, around my neck. It was so large it used multiple buttons to secure it around my neck, rather than tying in the back like a normal bib. She then placed two large baby bottles of milk on my tray. Next came a bowl of a thick, white pasty substance. Lastly, Kathleen placed three jars of baby food on the tray. Reading the labels, I could see the contents were peas, squash, and carrots. Kathleen opened each of the cars, stirring them into the bowl with the white substance using a large soup spoon. Kathleen then dipped the spoon into the mushy mixture. Her mouth opened to start making a noise, but before she made a sound I opened my mouth to swallow the heaping spoonful. "Such an obedient sissy," Kathleen said as I wrapped my lips around the spoon. I coughed and sputtered trying to choke it down. It had an unpleasant taste combined with a vile mouth feel. Remembering the mess across Sammy's bib, I guessed that he enjoyed his dinner as much as I did. Kathleen was unphased by my reaction. She giggled to herself as she scooped up another spoonful bringing it to my mouth. I swallowed it, if only because I was determined not to get as messy as Sammy had clearly gotten during his feeding. While I was technically successful in this goal, I still got much more baby food on me than I liked. Kathleen would waste just long enough for me to choke down most of a spoonful, before feeding me the next. This made it inevitable, with each spoonful, that my mouth wouldn't be ready to receive it, and the food would smear onto my face or be scraped off the spoon and down onto my waiting bib. Kathleen didn't let me have any milk until I had eaten all of the bowl of mush. She then held the baby bottles to my lips. While I could control the rate at which I suckled, short air breaks were the only reprieve I had from anything other than drinking down the milk. I felt bloated by the time I had finally finished everything. Thankfully, Kathleen quickly wiped my face off and removed the bib. My Mommy must have shared with Kathleen how much I hated to be dirty and that it would remove me from subspace. Kathleen left me in the high chair while she washed the bowl and baby bottles. She then inserted a paci gag into my mouth, buckling it behind my head. I was then freed from the numerous restraints, and led back into the living room. Once Sammy was freed from the bouncer, Kathleen helped both of us into the playpen, where we were left to color in some coloring books. Part 3 "Wha vas hat groth pace?" I asked Sammy once Kathleen had left the room. "Wice pudding," Sammy gurgled out from behind his pacifier. I noticed he wasn't gagged, just obedient by not removing his pacifier. "Do you eath thath othen?" I continued. "Mothly on weethends. Mommy wets me eath normal fooths on worthdays, buth on weethends iths nether anyfing sowid," Sammy continued. I didn't ask him any more questions after that. The lisping induced by the pacifiers put an unfortunate damper on the ease of conversation. So instead we colored with our crayons in silence. We could hear Kathleen cooking dinner for herself in the kitchen. It smelled far more delectable than our meal. The smells of the kitchen though were replaced by a less pleasant odor as time wore on. I couldn't believe that Sammy had just let loose, messing his diaper like that with me right next to him. I knew toilets would be off limits with Kathleen as our caretaker, but I figured he would at least have tried to go when Kathleen could change him right away. From all of the milk I drank at dinner though, I did wet my diaper fairly well dur8ng our time in the playpen. Around half an hour later she returned to the living room, but didn't even comment on the foul odor that now hung in the room. Instead, she said, "You two have been such good sissy babies for me. How would you like a reward of going out for ice cream?" Sammy said "Yes please mommy," with excitement. I couldn't tell if his enthusiasm was real or fake. I suspected that we would be going out for ice cream dressed as we were, and I could feel my stomach start to rumble. I knew Inwould be soon doing the same action Inhad judged Sammy for about ten minutes earlier. For these reasons, I stupidly said. "No tank you pwease. I don wantha go outhide wike dis." "Oh, and you were being such a good little sissy Brian," Kathleen said, before brusquely yanking me out of the playpen and back up to the nursery. I put up no resistance, partly because I was deep in a submissive space at this point, partly because I was worried all of the walking would make me poop myself sooner. Kathleen sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery, and almost immediately afterwards had me down across her knees and the arms of the chair. Before I had a second to prepare myself, I felt a paddle slapping into my diapers with a loud WHACK. The diapers offered some protection, but soon the pain of the paddle was coming through and I was dancing across Kathleen's lap from the whacks and swats. She was merciless in her punishment, the blows coming hard and fast. Just when I thought my ass could take no more, she switched to my thighs, delivering a series of blows to my left, then right thighs. I doubted I would be sitting at work much Monday after this spanking. "Now, choose your next words carefully, sissy," Kathleen said, her tone adopting an iciness that broke nothing but fear. "Is there something you would like to ask me?" On the verge of tears, I stuttered out around my paci-gag, "Pwease Aunthy Kaffween, can I go outh for ith cream in my pwetty dwess, ethen though I hath been a bad thithy?" Kathleen's tone changed instantly, and she responded in her normal motherly voice, "why of course you and Sammy can go out for ice cream in your pretty dresses, and you haven't been a bad sissy dear." Kathleen then led me back downstairs, me awkwardly waddling in her wake. She slipped a pair of high heels on each of our feet, and fhen asked "Is it ok if Brian sits in the car seat Sammy, since he's our guest?" "Yeth mommy," Sammy responded. The car seat was impressive, and like the bouncer, made my submissive sissy heart do summer saults with glee. In Kathleen's van, one of the seats had been removed and replaced with a car seat that had extra padding, pink of course, with a hard frame that fully enveloped a person from their head to their butt. A five point harness kept them held tight against the chair, while two cuffs prevented anyone from freeing themselves on their own. It took almost no time for Kathleen to have me hooked and bound within the car seat. In fact, it took her a longer time to tie Sammy to his seat in the car, immobilizing him as well. With us two sissies bound and restrained in the back of the car, Kathleen pulled out of the garage and onto the road. She drove for nearly an hour, taking us to a place far outside of town. During the car ride, I messed my diaper several times. Each time, I thought I would be feeling the urge to go soon, but before I could control it, I would feel myself messing my diaper. I suspected that Kathleen put something into our food, since normally it took an abnormal amount of effort for me to mess my diaper. I noticed from a few grunts and moans that Sammy too was continuing to use his diapers. I really did enjoy the bondage of the car seat, but I would have enjoyed it more under different circumstances. My bottom was extra sensitive from the thrashing it had received, and every time I added to my diapers load, either through wetting or messing, it just irritated it more. I spent the majority of the long car ride fighting the restraints trying to find a comfortable position. Nearly an hour later, as it was just growing dark, we pulled into the parking lot of an ice cream stand out in the country. Before freeing Sammy and I, Kathleen went tonthe back of the van, and removed what turned out to be a life size stroller. She then removed the pacifiers from our mouths, and freshened up our lipstick. I was the first one freed, released from the car seat only to be sat in the stroller. It was almost identical to the carseat in terms of restraints and bondage. The only real difference was that my seat was now made of a thick canvas and I was angled at sixty degrees. I had a feeling this was a subtle way of Kathleen preventing me from standing while we got ice cream. With me restrained in the adult stroller, I could do nothing but continue to helplessly fill my diaper in small amounts and feel it smear against my sore bottom. Sammy was prevented from having too much freedom for himself via a collar and leash that were placed around his neck and tied to the stroller, respectively. Kathleen parked us near the van, at one of the farther away picnic tables, before leaving to go order us ice cream. "Does her baby food usually make you mess your diapers like this?" I asked Sammy. "Yeah. That's why I only am fed it on weekends." He replied. "Also, don't worry, Mommy brings me here a lot. The owners are kinksters too, and so are a good majority of the customers. There are a few vanilla customers that discover the place and wanded in, but they only really advertise this place in the kink community as a place you can go for some light public play." "That's good." I said, trying to be nonchalant. Actually, this was a massive relief to me. I was always self conscious about going out as a sissy, even to kink spaces. I had never worn a diaper to a kink party, and outside of a few ageplay events at private homes, had never been a sissy baby in public before. If I wasn't so deep into sub space at the moment, I probably would have been having a mental breakdown. Kathleen returned, carrying two bowls of ice cream and a milkshake for herself. She pulled out two baby spoons from her purse, sticking them into the bowls of ice cream. She then handed one of the bowls to Sammy, who was allowed to feed himself. I had to be slowly fed the ice cream by Kathleen. Normally, I inhaled ice cream. Having to use these small spoons and take such delicate little bites made it take forever to eat the ice cream. About halfway through our bowls of ice cream, a large bear of a man came over. "Is that Kathleen and little baby Sammy I see over here," the man said as he approached. "Why, I barely recognized you in the dark. Oh, and it looks like you have another little sissy. Who is this?" "Hi Robert," Kathleen said. "This is Sissy Brian. He is having a sleepover with baby Sammy tonight. Since they were such good little sissies, I thought I would take them out for ice cream. Sammy, aren't you going to greet Robert?" Sammy sat his ice cream down, then stood up, needing to take a step nearer to me on his heels to not be choked by the collar and leash. Robert obliged Sammy, taking another step as well. Robert would have towered over Sammy, were it not for his heels. These gave Sammy just enough height to kiss Robert on each cheek before giving him a kiss on the lips. "Hello Sir," Sammy then said. Robert then leaned down toward me, his face a few inches from mine. I knew he wanted a greeting from me as well. The welts from my previous paddling were acutely noticeable in my dirty diaper, so I complied, not wanting to receive another punishment. I strained against the restraints of my stroller, reaching up to give him a soft kiss on each cheek before one on his lips, which went longer than I intended. I don't know if that was my subconscious doing or his. "Hello Sir, nice to meet you," I said to Robert. Robert's face was bristly from his beard, and his lips were dry and chapped, whereas I don't think stubble could be felt on my soft face and lips. The contrast between us at that moment truly had me feel like a simpering, pathetic, pantywaist, and my cock was straining against its cage to become hard as a rock. Robert sat down where Sammy had been seated, scooping the sissy up onto his lap. He gave the sissy a few bounces on his knee, making Sammy blush and moan. Then, he struck up a conversation with Kathleen, and began feeding Sammy the rest of his ice cream. I was curious just how familiar Robert was with Kathleen and Sammy, being that he could just start feeding him without asking him, or even Kathleen if they were ok with it. Robert dominated most of the conversation, talking about some recent trip of his to Boston. I didn’t know him, and calling the conversation vanilla would indicate it was more interesting than it was, so I zoned out, losing myself in my own little world of eating small bites of ice cream, feeling a twinge in my stomach, and filling my diaper a little more. I wet my diaper a couple of times as well while eating ice cream, which was a weirdly pleasurable experience. As I sat, I wondered how my diaper was holding up. I never used my diaper this much with my Mommy, and it was safe to say this was the most I had ever filled one. My musings on the structural integrity of my diaper were interrupted by emptying my bowl of ice cream. I was embarrassed to re enter reality, with Kathleen gently rocking me back and forth in the stroller while Sammy was once again being gently bounced up and down on Robert's knee. "It's getting late. This little one almost fell asleep here on us. I better get these sissy babies into their crib for the night," Kathleen said. "Good idea," Robert agreed, setting Sammy on his feet on the ground. "They could also use a bedtime bath too, boy do these sissies reek." Sammy and I turned a crimson shade of red from the comments about the state of our diaper. Robert gave Sammy a goodbye kiss, before giving Kathleen a hug and patting me on the head before heading back to his own car. Kathleen took us back to ours, transferring me once again from the stroller into the carseat, and tying Sammy into his chair, before taking us home. I woke up to Kathleen gently rubbing me awake. Apparently, I had passed out as soon as the car started moving, and was sleeping deeply the entire car ride, despite my bondage and the state of my diaper.

Hi everyone my names valeria and i hope to find friends on here to play with i would love a mommy, daddy or both to love and take care of me. I used to be on here alot but had to stop as life got in the way but i back now.

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Thanks for the new chapter. Awesome story😍😍😍

Carrying plastic pants in your diaper bag for unexpected sleepovers would seem to be a prudent choice. They have the added benefit of folding flat rather than the bulk of an extra overnight diaper. They are also a good insurance policy for if you are out longer than expected and your diaper is approaching the point to cause anxiety, you have the option of excusing yourself to the wash room and slipping them over your diaper. They don't add bulk so your pants should still fit. Hugs, Freta

I drunkenly double-diapered myself last night. I am not a huge fan of the double-diapering phenomenon - I know that some people are, because a number of the pictures posted here from the various sites that churn out ABDL light erotica reference "Candy is in a doubled Bambino blah blah blah, playing with her blocks and waiting for mommy to change her..." However, I find the setup prone to unreliable outcomes. IN theory, if I put on two, say, Critter Cabooses, presumably perforating the cover of the inner diaper, I should be able to waddle around for close to 48 hours without needing another diaper (we'll take pitstops for #2 out of the picture). But the reality is that leak guards and elastic leg cuffs were not designed to overlap other leak guards and elastic leg cuffs, so two big diapers stacked up tends to equal less than the sum of its parts. Putting a toddler diaper inside an adult diaper is a little different, because they can be entirely contained, but I don't do much of that either, because most of the time, if I'm in a diaper for 8 or 10 hours, I probably need to change it, even if it's not beyond capacity, because I have to go somewhere and want to reset the diaper change countdown clock. But last night I found myself having had a lot more to drink than I thought I was going to, and at a friend's place, on returning from an event, and I was offered the use of their guest bedroom, rather than taking a 3 AM Uber home. I had a diaper bag with me but not an overnight diaper. I was in a slim Tena, the second of the night, because I'd worn my "wow, now these fit me again" one-size down jeans. I had a Rearz Active Air in my diaper bag, plus another Tena, and at bedtime, I had a moment of clarity, and realized that, were I to torch my friend's guest bed, it would be deeply embarrassing. I did not trust the Tena's for sleeping at all, and the Rearz, while not a bad product, wasn't really an overnight diaper, either. So, drunken me put the Rearz on over the Tena, and went to bed. It worked. I woke up slightly wet - the Tena actually probably would have been fine, as I'm pretty sure I must have partially awakened and rolled onto my back, because most of the damage was in the seat of the diaper. The Rearz took no fire, but easily could have become involved. Maybe I should start putting a pair of plastic pants in my diaper bag for unexpected sleepovers.

They are near the top of my list of bands to see, that I have not seen. I was supposed to see Bruce Springsteen this month but the concert got postponed because of some kind of medical issue he was having. Such are the waters we navigate, when the bands we want to see are fronted by people in their seventh or eighth decade. I assume The Rolling Stones have made a deal with Beelzebub, their souls in exchange for eternal youth for Mick Jagger's hips and Keith Richard's liver.

Thank you all for your service.

Trying to think of how Vickie could pull that off and am coming up blank. Especially if they are both feeding babies as well as Ian. Most women will produce more milk than their baby will consume but feeding a baby and two adults I don’t think is possible. An adult would easily consume 4-5 times what a baby would.

Had to throw in some hints to make both options enticing😋. What I’m planning for both is going to be really fun and I wish I could write both at the same time. Chapter 17 will be a sort of shorter teaser chapter how it’s coming out so far for both options to let everyone who wants some input to get their opinion in. So chapter 18 will be one of the two for sure and chapter 19 will be the other unless chapter 18 is too much fun writing and demands more but might just be longer chapters for both. We shall see where my thumbs take me.

I refused to touch the solitary type of beer on sale ergo the cider. Also, my beloved likes cider and a cup of that would go a little further than the thimbleful of cheap Chardy that she otherwise would have got. Here in Nanny-alia, the beer at these venues is limited to mid-strength (for our own safety of course) and the prices are, as you describe, usurious. AUD11.60 (CAD 10.20) for a small plastic cup of "XXXX Gold": a 3.5% ABV fizzy yellow swill! It's hard to imagine that freight charges would have contributed to this robbery as the Castlemaine brewery at Milton is literally next door to Suncorp Arena where the concert was. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Castlemaine_Perkins Ergh... Next cab of the rank for stadium-rock is "Foo Fighters" in mid December which will be a complete steam bath.

Thank you so much Bill! I'm very new to this, but I already love it (especially the CRINKLE)! And I will definitely toddle around, just relearning how!

Great story. The ending was very sweet. It left me with a warm feeling and wanting to see more.

Happy Birthday and great job with everything Mike.

Very good chapter. I love the choices and I'm happy of her choice. Usually I'd say Elizabeth and Max, how someone had to throw in a mystery box that's hidden under the bed so now I'm having trouble deciding lol. I think Ashley and Bethanys since it's more sweet, probably sexy and more what other's would enjoy. I can wait on my favorite diapered Amazon. Damn mystery box lol. I might not be able to go to sleep now (jk) lol. I also really enjoyed the interaction with the neighbor. From the looks of it, it sounds like she'd enjoy playing with an Amazon over a Little. Probably because it's so rare and taboo I guess.

Final: “Morning, Elna,” Elna was awakened by a kiss on her cheek. Amanda was lying next to her and cuddling to her. The little girl pinched Elna’s nose and laughed. “Morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” Elna opened her eyes and kissed Amanda’s forehead. “I slept well, Elna, but my diapees are soaked. Can you change me please?” “Of course, sweetheart,” Elna sat up, took Amanda in her arms, and carried her to her room and put her down on the changing table. She unbuttoned the pink onesie and revealed a thick package of cloth diapers covered by rubber pants. “What would you like to wear today? The little girl outfit or the big girl one?” Elna smiled at Amanda. -------------------------------- A year had passed, and Amanda’s life changed significantly. She and Elna moved to Gerda first. Anny was enthusiastic and she even shared her room with Amanda. After all, they were almost at the same age and Anny didn’t mind changing Amanda’s diapers. The girls spent some time at playing on Anny’s PlayStation, but Amanda was quite curious, and she learned a lot from her cousin. The police investigation was stopped, and the intelligence service started another round of it. Unfortunately, most of the documents had been destroyed and the regression equipment was useless without its software. Several affected children were examined by the best neurologists and endocrinologists. The results were confusing. The growth hormone was missing and several areas in the brain were deactivated. Nobody was able to provide a reasonable explanation. Maike didn’t wake up from her coma and she died two months after her suicide attempt. Her death made Amanda change her opinion and she accepted Nils as her father and returned home. Anny was a bit sad, but she also understood her cousin and they kept visiting each other. Nils purchased a computer for Amanda as well as the books for her homeschooling. Elna was admitted to the university and started her study; she wanted to become a teacher at the elementary school. She had a wonderful opportunity to train her skills with Amanda. While Elna was at school, Helga took care of Amanda; after all Amanda didn’t need to much care except for her diaper changes. Elna read about the investigation, and she asked Amanda if she would like to get examined, too. Amanda agreed and Elna took her to a private pediatrist; the doctor was very nice and sent Amanda to specialists. Nevertheless, the results were the same. Amanda would never grow up and she never would be able to control her bladder and bowels. Amanda was a good and diligent student, but she soon found out she missed the little girl time before. While Maike wanted her to be a little girl, she hated it a lot, but now she realized it was a wonderful relax after her schooling. While Elna was at school, Amanda behaved like a big girl and even helped Helga with her chores. She ate and dressed on her own and asked Helga for a clean diaper if it was absolutely necessary. On the other hand, her behavior changed when Elna was at home. As long as Elna had some free time, Amanda made puppy eyes at her and changed into a little girl. Elna cared for her just like she was an actual toddler; she fed her, dressed her, played with her and changed her diapers. Amanda even wanted to wear cloth diapers often; it was a part of her little girl time. Surprisingly, Elna liked it a lot and she played with Amanda. Of course, Elna continued home schooling Amanda, but Amanda was a little girl even during the schooling. --------------------------------------------------------- “You have to go to school in the morning, Elna, haven’t you? I’ll be a big girl and help Helga with shopping and cooking. However, I’d like to have a little girl evening when you come home,” Amanda smiled at Elna. “Okay, sweetheart,” Elan leaned forward and kissed Amanda’s forehead. She cleaned Amanda’s wet crotch and put a disposable on her, “go and get dressed for the day. I’ll have a quick shower and we will meet at breakfast.” “Thanks, Elna,” Amanda jumped down from the changing table and headed towards her cabinet to get dressed. She had another wonderful day ahead. Elna smiled and left Amanda’s room. She also was looking forward to the upcoming day. ------------------- THE END -----------------------

I am. I guess I'm just really into finishing long abandoned stories.

Well I am so happy. I was thrilled to see that they all became one happy family. (With benefits) I could still see where Olivia might be hurt a little seeing Dan and Landon getting intimate. But with a little adult time with Dan herself every now and then I am sure she is happy. Plus she has Robyn to scratch that particular itch as well. Overall it was a great story and I am going to miss seeing new additions.

Situational awareness, why doesn't that apply when you wear your diapers as discreetly as possible? And even if someone would notice you're wearing a diaper, how is he or she ever going to find out that you do so for sexual pleasure and not for incontinence? In your opinion, are incontinent people who have to wear diapers putting the bedroom in the public square? Of course not. I would agree with you if OP was planning to show up at work in some AB-outfit and a non covered diaper. But that is clearly not the case.

Here is the rest of chapter 7. It’s a little spicy… chapter 8 will be from Bethany’s point of view and might be a longer depending on how creative I get. ———- Chapter 7 continued A devious little smile crossed her face as she went to the bottom drawer and retrieved her corded vibrator. The battery operated ones never had enough juice when you needed it and she had splurged on herself getting a really nice corded one that always guaranteed release. She plugged it in and jumped up onto the bed, her diaper squishing a little with the landing. She knew it was thin and with her two little accidents she figured it was probably at about 40% capacity. Just enough room for what she had planned. As desperate as she was, she had promised herself to always let Bethany in on her fun if she wanted and so far Bethany had never turned down the offer. As little as she was, Ashley was a ball of sexual desire and hornyness, more than likely caused by the high amazon sex drive being stuck in a smaller body. Bethany had once explained that the bedroom was always a contentious place for amazons. Two guaranteed dominant personality types, neither one wanted to be the bottom. Even in hetero relationships this was problematic which is probably why the amazon birth rates were historically low. With Ashley however, even though she was an Amazon, she had no problem being bottom, actually preferred it really. She would occasionally have fits of being more dominant but it never lasted longer than the first orgasm. Ashley heard a knock at the door and gave a quick “come in” before the knocks had even finished. Bethany stepped into the room and turned to close the door before looking at Ashley. When Bethany turned around to face Ashley, she nearly dropped the contents she was carrying in her arms, fumbling them for a second to catch everything before it hit the floor. “Um, excuse me.” Bethany said. Her cheeks were rosey red and Ashley could tell she was trying not to stare but her eyes were betraying her. Ashley loved seeing Bethany like this. “You know what you did in the car.” Ashley stated pointedly. “It’s only fair that you take responsibility and help out your sweet innocent Ashley who doesn’t know what to do with all this pent up desire.” Ashley challenged. Bethany took one step forward to the edge of the bed and now legitimately dropped the contents of her arms. Bethany reached for the zipper on the side of her business dress and brought it down, letting it drop to the floor revealing her own lacy garter belt, lace topped stockings, thong, and maternity bra. Bethany pulled off her bra with “it’s only fair that we’re on equal footing.” Bethany came around to Ashley’s side now and picked up the vibrator, flipping the switch a few times to make sure it was functional. “And what am I supposed to do to help Miss Ashley release her pent up desire.” Bethany said. “I don’t know, that’s for you to decide. I’m just a silly girl that has to wear diapers and ride in car seats.” Ashley jabbed a little to egg Bethany on. “Oh, I think I know what I’m supposed to do.” Bethany said as she lifted the waistband of the diaper and stuffed the vibrator inside. She adjusted it for a moment until she was positive the bulb was in just the right spot. Bethany leaned forward and began to kiss Ashley. They explored each other's mouth for a moment before Bethany flipped the switch on the vibrator at the low setting. Ashley let out a long moan into Bethany’s mouth. Bethany’s hand came down to Ashley’s diaper and she began to massage the front to move the vibrator up and down and apply pressure, the plastic crinkling loudly. The cool diaper and the vibrator going was a new sensation for Ashley but it was still good. Bethany climbed up to straddle Ashley and brought her chest down to Ashley’s mouth. She flipped the vibrator off so that Ashley wouldn’t become overstimulated. Ashley instinctively latched onto the nipple in front of her face and began to suckle. She wasn’t expecting it but a bit of milk flowed into her mouth. The sweet creamy flavour washed over her tongue but there was only enough for less than a mouthful. Ashley switched to the other nipple to see if she could get any more out of it to fulfil her desire. She paced herself on the fresh nipple and spent a few minutes teasing it with her tongue until she got the reaction she was hoping for from Bethany, a low moan escaping. Ashley gave a sharp suck to the teet and was rewarded with a stream of milk. Bethany had known where Ashley was going with this and flipped the vibe back on the moment she felt Ashley begin to nurse her nipple. It caught Ashley off guard a bit and she had to swallow the milk quickly. Bethany wrapped her arms around Ashley and did a quick barrel roll so that Ashley was now sitting on her own hips. Ashley’s weight was now pushing down on the vibrator and there was no escape with it tucked inside her diaper. Bethany watched as Ashley edged closer to climax. Ashley tried to lift off of Bethany to reduce the intensity but Bethany’s hands came around her waist and held her down. Ashley couldn’t hold it in any longer and with Bethany supporting her hips. Ashley went limp for a moment then completely rigid as her eyes rolled back. There was another thing Ashley couldn’t hold any longer and Bethany could feel the plastic of the diaper growing warm against her stomach. Ashley had bit off more than she could chew trying to tease Bethany and she rolled through the waves of pleasure. When she had enough she gave Bethany a few taps on her arm to signal she was tapping out. Bethany flipped the vibrator off for her and Ashley slumped down onto her chest and nestled her head between Bethany’s breast. Bethany held the girl in her arms for a bit and caressed the back of her head as she caught her breath. “I suggest you go get cleaned up.” Bethany broke the silence as she pulled the vibrator out of the girl's diaper and set it on the nightstand to be cleaned. “I suspect I made up for being naughty with the crotch strap.” Ashley just shook her head in approval. Bethany released her hold on Ashley who shifted around and slid off the bed. Bethany watched as Ashley’s diaper sagged, clearly approaching its capacity. Ashley developed a full on waddle to compensate for the much heavier diaper that was sagging between her thighs. Ashley looked back to Bethany to see if she was going to follow in getting cleaned up. “Don’t worry babe, I’m going to help Elizabeth get settled in. I’ll shower after.” Bethany said, waving Ashley on who closed the master bathroom door. Ashley had done a good job maintaining her composure until she got the door closed. Her legs began to immediately shake and she quietly crumpled to the floor onto her hands and knees. She quietly crawled over to the side of the tub and leaned up against it. She began to undo the garter for real this time and pulled off her stockings. That left her in just her diaper which she immediately began to pull the tapes on. Despite knowing she should be completely disgusted by the garment, she felt truly naked when it flopped open. Looking down she remembered that she was going to bald down there for quite some time but she had to admit it wasn’t that bad as she ran her fingers over the smooth skin. Ashley managed to lift her hips enough to pull the diaper out from under her and folded it up on itself. She used the side of the tub to lift herself up onto her feet and carried the diaper over to the trash can, stepping on the pedal to pop the lid and letting the diaper roll off her fingers into the can. She turned to the tub and moved over to turn the knobs to get the water running to warm up. She looked into the mirror and was a little stunned. She looked younger in her eyes, looked smaller, she was having a hard time adjusting to the feelings swirling inside her. She had to admit that she really hadn’t hated anything Bethany had done so far. So long as it was Bethany she knew she would be putty in her hands. “I guess if that's what mommy wants.” Ashley said to herself out loud. She hadn’t known where it came from, but thinking of Bethany as mommy made her warm inside. Ashley shook her head and turned back to the tub. She let the water run over her fingers to make sure it wasn’t too hot. She was content and popped in the plug. She decided she would contemplate her current predicament while soaking in a warm bath. As she slipped into the water, her worries just seemed to melt away. “The only thing that could make this better would be a glass of wine or maybe…” she shook her head, having thoughts of Bethany slipping in behind her and holding her in her arms while they soaked together. Except Ashley’s thoughts deviated from their usual bath time routine of just soaking together and enjoying each other's company and embracing to thoughts of being latched onto Bethany’s chest, drinking her fill of milk.

Here's the original, old chapter seven from over a year and a half ago, and the (I think) rewritten chapter 7 is directly below it. Cammy woke up slowly, comfortable at first, but slowly realizing that her crotch was wet...Very wet. She tried to jump out of bed to make sure she didn't leak, though she forgot about the railings, and tripped trying to get out, landing flat on her butt, mercifully less hard of a landing due to her white diaper. 'That stupid railing! I'm gonna need to have a word with Maria......Well, actually i'd rather not risk my butt over something this small. God, Maria can be scary sometimes...' She stood up and checked her bed, which luckily was completely dry! Her diaper was much less fortunate though. As much as she hated the idea, she needed someone to change her diaper for her. She briefly considered maria, but due to how wet she was, she didn't want to risk leaking on any of her pants, so she'd have to go pantsless, and she really didn't want to go downstairs and into the lobby llike this, so she left her room and ran (Read: speed-waddled) To Veronica's. She knocked as hard as she could, and veronica let her in, and lifted her up so she could reach the changing table. 'No matter how many times i see it, i'm still freaked out sometimes by the height of an amazon, i barely come up to her waist... It makes it a lot harder to feel calm or confident, but i still need to try my best, or veronica the crazy lady will have me spending all day in a crib instead of letting me go to work.' Cammy sat on the table while Veronica removed her diaper, wiped her down, and walked into the other room, but while she was gone, cammy realized something. 'Wait....NO!!! The only diapers she has are the ultra thick nighttime ones! Oh god, the white ones are bad enough, there's no way i'm wearing one of those, i'll go ask maria, i'm sure she'll have some thinner ones.' She scooted to the edge of the table, almost taller than she was, and she got ready to gently drop off of it, before being pushed back to the center by veronica. "Bad girl, maybe i need to get a changing table with rails, hm? If you fell you could break a leg! And then i'd have to push you to work in a stroller, and i'd definitely hate that" She grinned, and started putting the night-time diaper on Cammy. "N-no! i don't want to wear that, get it away from me!" She tried struggling, but it didn't accomplish much. "Just let it happen, cammy. I wasn't going to tell you this, but your diaper was so close to leaking that it's a miracle you made it over here clean. You need this diaper, the regular ones just don't cut it." Veronica said, Looking very serious, but Camilla didn't believe her. "N-no! You're trying to trick me, it wasn't even v-very wet!! you want me to m-make me think i need it!!" Camilla struggled harder, yelling at veronica. The 'big sis' held camilla down and taped the very thick starry diaper onto her, and once it was on snug, she set her down on the floor, patting her on the butt a couple times. "Take this offa me you jerk! i-i'll tell maria, and she'll yell at you! and then yo-" She was silenced by a pacifier being stuck in her mouth, and the strap was tied behind her head as well. "Dis ish unfaiw! wet me out of dish stuff!" She mumbled, but veronica just smiled at her and pushed her out the door. 'I guess i should go get maria to let me out of this stuff. Though i don't want her to see me not wearing any pants, so i'll swing by my room and find something to fit over this enormous diaper' She rooted through her room for a minute, annoyed that most of her clothes had been replaced with much more juvenile clothing. Pink shortalls, footie pajamas, a white frilly dress, a flowery sundress. Luckily, she found her office suit and skirt tucked into the back of her closet. She managed to get the shirt on easy, but she had to try hard to squeeze the skirt up, and even then a good 3 inches of padding were clearly visible under the skirt. After waddling down to the lobby, struggling to get used to how far apart her legs were being pushed, she noticed a sign on maria's desk: 'Gone away, be back in an hour'. 'Great! just great! If i don't get to work in 10 minutes, i could get written up, or fired, or demoted to the daycare! I need to get going now, but i know i'm going to hate what jessica has to say today.' She started her longer than normal walk to the office,trying to avoid the attention of anyone passing by. During the walk, she couldn't help but suckle on the paci, enjoying the rhythmic feeling, and it somehow felt better than sucking her thumb.A couple of amazons smiled at her, one asking if she needed a change, to which cammy just shook her head and kept walking, face redder than before. She made it into the office with no problem, her first site being the despicable potty chart jessica had set up the day before, the two rain clouds staring at her, and while neither were her fault, she was the only one who could actually flood her pants, so it was still somewhat her fault. "There's my favorite little employee! Cuuute!! You've upgraded your protection! Though it looks like you've downgraded your ability to walk and run~ Oooooh! and you've got a cute lil paci! I'll take that off for now, but speak out even once and i pop it back in." Jessica laughed, and cammy definitely wasn't a little sad when the pacifier was removed. The amazon forcibly grabbed her by the hand, leading her to the amazon's personal office. Cammy was scared at first, but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary, apart from the plastic potty to the left of the amazon sized desk. No play pen in the corner, no changing table, no toys strewn about, maybe she could actually get some work done. "S-so, what would you like me to do? I'm g-great at typing, and i can take notes for you t-too!" She said nervously, hoping jessica would want to use her actual work skills, and not just want to humiliate her. "Oh, sweetie, it's not pretend time. When you first showed up, i thought you'd be fun to blackmail into doing my work, but after the phone-call incident, i just can't trust you to do my work, you could mess it up and get me in trouble, so instead, you need to be replaced by a competent worker who knows how to keep their bed dry." Camilla was speechless, and very intimidated, leaking a little into her diaper from fear. When an amazon wants something, it's not easy for a little to stop them from having it, but she had to try, Jessica made it sound like she wanted her to end up adopted!. Jessica continued. "I could probably just adopt you if i really wanted you out, but i don't need a diaper filling pipsqueak running around, and even if it'd be fun to see you all embarrassed, it's not worth the effort, so i'll settle for getting you fired, which with any luck, should happen very soon, hence why i'm bothering to tell you." "B-b-but i could be a good worker! i'm really good with reports!" Camilla said pleadingly. "Awww, as sad as it is, i'm sure you still think you'd make a useful worker, but the truth is you're not. You couldn't even go half a day without piddling your pants, after all. But looking at your sad little face makes me feel bad, so tell you what: If you can go until noon with a dry diapee, i'll go get you some panties, and give you your old office back, how about that? It's 8am, that's only 4 hours, think you can do that, cutie?" Camilla nodded, and jessica walked over to her and stuck a finger into the leakguard. "Dry, and that means the challenge can begin! Here's a coloring book for you to work on, i expect the first 5 pages done and on my desk by lunchtime" She giggled, as camilla sighed and picked up the crayons. .................. "Lunchtiiiiime, are you still dry?" Jessica asked, smirking at camilla, who got a bit more invested than she'd like to admit in coloring in her book. "Of course i am! I'm completely d-dry!" Jessica poked a finger into the leakguard, and shook her head at Camilla. "You're positively soaked! I have a hard time believing you could even hold this much water!". Camilla was sure she hadn't wet at any point in the 4 hours. "No! no no no, you're trying to trick me! I'm not wet, you won't trick me! I won our bet!"She stomped her feet and threw her coloring book onto the floor. Jessica looked amuzed rather than angry, and had camilla stick her hand into her diaper, and she realized the inside was soaked, though the outside was completely unnoticable, and even the wetness indicators remained intact. "W-well um...you poured water into my diaper when i wasn't paying attention!" Camilla countered. "But you didn't feel water pour in, did you? You just weren't paying attention when you soaked your diaper, because you're just a big baby." Camilla just looked down in shame, too embarrassed to argue anymore, on the verge of tears. "P-please just change me, a-and i'll go back to coloring..." "Pfffft, in THAT diaper? You won't need to be changed all day, and i don't like doing extra work, so it'd be fest for you to get used to it." Jessica said, walking back to her desk and setting the coloring book, a juice box, and some apple slices on the floor next to camilla. 'I-i should probably argue that, b-but i don't even know how i would, and after what just happened i don't really feel like arguing with her. At least the coloring book is kinda fun'. Camilla sat down and began coloring in a picture of a dinosaur. "And after you're finished your snack, i've got a treat for you!" She pulled an extra large double chocolate chip cookie out of her lunch bag, still warm, probably hand baked this morning, and camilla would be lying if that didn't motivate her to eat her apples a little faster... The rest of the day passed uneventfully, though Camilla's tummy started rumbling after eating that cookie, maybe it was too much sugar.. She stood up and started to walk out of the office, catching jessica putting another sticker on her chart. As she walked out the door, jessica yelled something to her. "Your padding gets any thicker and i'll have to start driving you home!~" Which made Camilla waddle even faster out, hoping they'd think she was talking to a different little. About halfway home, she started feeling weird, and she clutched her stomach and stopped. 'This isn't good, i need to get home fast! I can just get maria to change me and everything will be fine'. She trudged along, careful not to move too fast or lift her feet too high. She was making good progress, until a random amazon smacked her on the butt, making her lose her focus and almost fill her diaper right there. By the time she reached the apartment, she was barely moving and her hands were pressed against her butt. "M-maria! i need your help, quick, change me out of this pleeease!" She yelled immediately after entering the lobby, to which maria smiled at her, and picked her up. "Let's go up to your room, sweetie, i know you can make it to the potty in time, i believe in you" She picked camilla up and started carrying her up the stairs. Camilla thought being carried would be good at first, but the way she was carried made it even harder to hold it in, but she barely made it to her door, where maria set her on her feet. "Just a second, sweetie, i need to get my key ready" Maria said, fishing out a key ring with at least 30 keys, making camilla whine. 'oh come ooooooon, i-i don't even know if i can make it into the bathroom if it unlocked right nooooow' She squirmed next to Maria, hands pressed against her butt and doing a potty dance. 'hmmmng i can hold it, i can d-do this, the door's almost opeeeen'. But another minute later, and she subconciously squatted down, and despite her best efforts, she grunted and felt her body starting to push, filling her diaper with bright red cheeks and her face scrunched up, as she finishes filling her diaper, but she still can't grasp what just happened. "Oh, you poor thing, let's get you inside!" Maria put her key ring away and opened the door, and if camilla had been paying attention, she would have noticed that maria had never even tried a key, and had never even checked if it was locked. Camilla was still in shock as maria carried her into the little's room, to a changing table that hadn't been there when she'd left. Maria set her down, cammy cringing as she felt the mess squish against her butt, and maria started changing her, throwing cammy's diaper into a diaper pail that was also new, and she was wiped down, fidgetting the whole time. "Okay, sweetie, i need to go see Veronica and get one of your diapers from her, i'll be right back." Maria said, but cammy questioned her. "D-don't you have any t-thin ones o-or anything?" "I'm afraid not, all of my other tenants are potty trained. Well, you are too of course, i'm sure this is just stress, you'll recover soon" Maria said smilingly, and cammy felt it hard to complain about her first statement when she seemed so kind and reassuring. "W-well, okay, but please j-just tell veronica that i j-just need a spare, just in case, okay? don't tell her about this!" Maria nodded, and walked away, leaving her laying on the table, waiting. -------------- "I need to borrow that package of diapers, veronica, cammy had a bg accident when she got home today. She's such a cutie, i could hardly refrain from picking her up and cuddling her when she started doing her potty dance." Maria said, smiling. Veronica appeared happy too, and started laughing. "Pfft, really? she's barely been here a week and she'spractically un-potty trained! I think the pipsqueak is almost ready, i just wish i could see her try to do her job tomorrow," "Don't be so hard on her, it's just like with all the littles i've seen, they're so proud and determined and they want to prove themselves, and then when they end up diapered and with their mommy and daddy, they're all smiles and laughs, and little cammy is almost there." Maria grabbed the entire pack of night-time diapers, and walked out, with veronica speaking to maria as she left. "Hey, remember our deal, okay?" To which maria nodded, re-entering Cammy's room with her diapers. "This should just be a minute, and then you'll be all set. Oh dear, you're shivering! I'll get you some clothes too." She diapered camilla with the extra thick diaper, but afterwords she reached for another one, and started taping that up too, zipping her up into a pair of footie pajamas afterwords. "H-hey! i-i don't need two! I d-don't even need one! I wouldn't even be able to walk in these!" Camilla pleaded. "it's just for night-time, i'll come back in the morning to check you, and if you're mostly dry i'll take off the second one, okay?" Maria smiled at her and patted her on the head. 'Why is maria being so forceful? I-i guess she's just really worried about me having another accident. I want to tell her it's unnecessary, that i don't need it, b-but after my.....before, i guess i can understand why, and besides, i'll be dry tonight, so it's just until i fall asleep, and if i upset her i might need to go to veronica for future changes.' "O-okay, maria." Maria picked her up and set her into her bed, with the bars still raised, and popped Camilla's pacifier from the other day into her mouth, and camilla drifted off to sleep, sucking her paci. And here's the one that's hopefully rewritten: ----------- Chapter 7 --------------------------- Cammy woke up slowly, her thoughts slowly shifting from thinking of how comfortable she was to realizing she really needed to pee. Instinctively she hopped out of bed and landed on her feet... Except she forgot about the rail until her leg caught on it and she was sent tumbling out of bed. While it was fortunate that she landed painlessly on her padded butt, the shock of falling caused her to lose control of her bladder and she could feel herself making her diaper warm and wet as she sit on the floor. Torn between wanting to punch the railing and wanting to cry, she resolved to focus on getting out of her ridiculous outfit and speed waddled towards veronica's room hoping that no one else would be out this early in the morning. After knocking as hard as she could she was let into Veronica's room and lifted onto the changing table. "What's up, pipsqueak?" She said, and Cammy sheepishly said she wanted her diaper changed, hoping Veronica would assume she was dry and just wanted to go into the thinner diapers. Her onesie and mittens were thankfully removed, leaving only the diaper. As she was being wiped down, she thought about how unfair it was that even a betweener, someone pretty short relative to an amazon, could tower over and intimidate someone like her. If she were the size of even Veronica she could be a lot more confident, and that would go a long way to being successfully independent, even without the extra strength and bladder size that came with no longer being a little. Her heart sank as she remembered that Veronica had extra thick diapers and realized there was no way she’d leave the building diapered without being in the extra padded ones. She scooted to the edge of the table and prepared to jump before being pushed back to the center by veronica. "Bad girl! Maybe I should put rails on my changing table so you can't fall! If you broke a leg I'd have to push you to work in a stroller and even though you'd love that, I'm not sure i'd have time." She said with a smirk as she slowly taped the night-time diaper onto her. "Get this off of me! I wore it last night, but I have no reason to wear it today! Give me a regular diaper." She demanded, but veronica simply laughed and ruffled her hair as she set her on the floor. "I wasn't going to say this, but your diaper was preeetty flooded. If it'd been a 'normal' one it might've leaked! Just keep that in mind while you're working and maybe it'll motivate you to stay dry" Camilla couldn't stay calm when faced with veronica's grating 'I'm better than you' tone. "Stop lying! There's no way one that big could be full that easily. Once I tell maria about this she'll put me back in training pants and I—" Cammy's rant was cut off as a pacifier with a massive bulb was shoved into her mouth “Don’t you dare take that out until you’re out of the building. I’m not locking it on because if I do some stupid amazon will use it as an excuse to adopt you, but I don’t want to see you without that for the rest of the day” Veronica said, and Camilla made herself smile imagining that she was angry because Maria had threatened to spank her the previous night. Veronica wished Cammy luck in not filling her pants by noon, and her smile was already gone. She let veronica have her fun and made her way directly to Maria’s office, at least until she made it about halfway and had to turn around to put on some clothes. Her white office blouse went on pretty easily, though her stretchiest office-viable skirt took a few minutes to squeeze over the massive padding, and even then there were three inches of diaper poking out of the bottom and another inch above the waistline. There was no chance of any littles not seeing it, but an amazon was so tall they may not spot it unless they picked her up. She left the room with a sigh, both relieved and terrified that she was starting to get used to the waddle she was now required to do. Once finally reaching the lobby she panicked a bit at the ‘Be back soon’ sign on her desk. Convincing herself she’d have time worked for a bit, but eventually she had to leave anyways and resigned to getting Veronica in trouble that night instead. She noticed the comically large pair of scissors on the desk and briefly considered cutting up her diaper as it was the first access she’d had to anything sharp since she moved in, but she just couldn’t accept the amount of risk that came with that plan, so she walked past it and made her way to work. She made her especially slow way to work while trying to walk as normally as possible, sticking a thumb into her mouth to deal with the stress of amazons walking by, but she did make it to work with nothing worse than a few people asking if she needed a diaper change, which she aggressively denied. Already dreading what Jessica would say about her new diapers, she made her way into the office. She was distracted on the way to her (technically Jessica’s) desk by the sight of her potty chart, the rainstorm stickers seemingly taunting her. She knew that most, if not all of her accidents had been someone else’s fault in one way or another, but the knowledge that she was the only person who could wet her pants made it hard to shift the entirety of the blame away from herself. Cammy was only shaken from her thoughts once loud, nearby footsteps sounded behind her. “There’s my favorite Little coworker! You’re staring pretty hard at that chart. If you’re trying to trying to burn a hole through it with your eyes you’re wasting your time, especially since you’ve got work to do”. She said as she grabbed Cammy’s hand and forcibly walked her to their shared cubicle, the Little having to practically skip along the way to not fall over. She’d been dreading what kind of changes would be made to her small, plastic desk, imagining it being replaced with a play-pen or some kind of bouncer, but surprisingly it was pretty much unchanged. With little else to do she began filing paperwork and answering a few emails. Cammy couldn’t help but notice that the higher her pile of finished documents got, the less work Jessica seemed to be doing, unless she counted filing nails or texting her friends as work. “Y’know, when you first got here I was hoping you’d be more useful. The betweeners are too headstrong to show any weakness and I can’t blackmail them, while the littles can’t actually do my work properly when I do blackmail them.” She said, both annoyed and amused. Cammy gripped her pen tighter, trying not to respond but feeling a bit offended. “I do a great job with my work, and I’ve definitely done more than you since I got here” She said. She was disappointed to see that Jessica seemed to be happy with her response. Jessica picked up the most recent paper that Cammy had finished, pointing out the sloppy writing and handful of mistakes across the page. “You’re having me do these in crayon, what did you expect?” She said, coincidentally neglecting to mention that most of her mistakes came from focusing on her growing need to pee. “I’ll be honest, at your regular desk with regular supplies, you’re about an average level worker and I’d be happy to choose you to do all my work. The problem is that there’s no point wasting my time getting you all tamed just for you to be thrown into the company daycare, so helping you to end up in the crib of a coworker is in my best interest.” She explained, causing cammy even more confusion in the process. “The work they’re having me do now sucks anyways, your work wouldn’t be much worse.” She said. If anything it would be a happy change. “If your only worry is my potty chart, you don’t need to worry, As long as you don’t try to sabotage me I can absolutely get back into panties.” She said. Jessica thought to herself, her pink-nailed hand idly tapping the desk. “It’s Nine AM now, if you can make it to One with a completely dry diaper I’ll let you have your desk back and we’ll see about you working here for a while longer.” “I agree on the condition that I can go to the bathroom before we start”. She said, her tone making it sound like more of a request than a demand, but Jessica agreed regardless. After a very embarrassing bathroom trip, they were back at the desk and their challenge was ready to begin. “Your challenge begins now. Here’s a coloring book to go with your crayons. I expect pages one through six colored fully and with nothing outside the lines, just to see how well you can focus while needing the potty.” She said, clearly enjoying the situation. Cammy had quickly become quite absorbed in the coloring book, making sure to pay some attention to her bladder but otherwise focusing on coloring. The drawings were genuinely difficult to fill in perfectly and required most of her attention on it if she were to finish it in time. “Lunchtime!” She said in a singsong voice, leaning over and moving her hand above Cammy’s diaper as if threatening to check her. “Are you still dry?” “Of course I am! I wouldn’t need to use the bathroom this fast!” She said, though once the amazon checked her she was quick to begin the teasing about not even knowing that she’d soaked her diaper. Cammy was positive that she hadn’t wet herself at any point in the four hours it had taken to finish her assignment, and she’d been getting less and less tolerant of Jessica’s taunting as the day progressed. “Stop lying to me! I would know if I were wet, and I would definitely know if I peed myself! You’re just mad because I didn’t fail” She said in a huff, shoving the finished pages of the coloring book towards Jessica’s face before slamming it back on the table. She was prepared for Jessica to be annoyed with her, and was both dreading and looking forward to finally getting a rise out of her demanding coworker. What she actually got was an amused look followed by having her own hand grabbed and squeezed past the tight waistband of the diaper and into the padding. The wet padding. The undeniably wet padding which made Cammy unable to deny it any longer. On the verge of tears as she struggled to accept that for the first time in twenty years she didn’t even notice an accident, she spoke up. “F-fine… Just change me and let me get back to work.” “Pfft, and do even more work that I’m not getting paid extra for? I could wait until we clock out tomorrow and you till might not need a change. Go back to your coloring and wait to get sent to the daycare.” She said callously as she browsed her phone. Jessica left a bag of apple slices and a large juice box on Cammy’s desk which she begrudgingly tore open and began eating. She tried to stop doing any more coloring out of spite, but by the time she’d finished eating she’d become so bored that she no longer cared and began coloring in a dinosaur. “I’ve got a surprise for you! Since you finished your apples like a good girl, I figured you deserved a treat~” Jessica said, pulling a warm chocolate chip cookie off of her desk and handing it to Cammy. It was about the size of her head, but it smelled so good that even her poor mood with Jessica couldn’t stop her from digging in. A lot of time was spent trying to get used to the wet padding, unable to ignore it now that it had been pointed out. The rest of her very childish workday passed by rather fast, and apart from an odd rumbling in her tummy it was uneventful too. Standing on her tippy toes she slid the book into Jessica’s desk as she didn’t want something like that in with her stuff. She gathered her things and made her way to the door, speeding up once Jessica began to yell to her. While putting another rain cloud on her chart. “If your diaper gets any thicker I’ll need to drive you to work, padding-butt.” Cammy waddled forward as quickly as was possible without further exposing her diaper, hoping that any coworkers would think Jessica’s taunt was aimed at someone else. Around halfway home she had to stop walking and clutch her stomach, a strong rumbling resounding through it. “D-did Jessica really spike that cookie? This is serious, I—“ A loud gurgle from her stomach interrupted her and she stopped walking until she was sure she could keep going. “— When I make it home with completely clean pants, the first thing I’m doing is thinking of how to make Jessica pay…” She said during her slow waddle. She was making pretty good time, though every time an amazon would walk past her it would cause her to flinch, making it harder to stay focused on her stomach. It almost seemed to Cammy as though the passing Amazons and ‘Tweeners could read her mind, though it was more likely that they’d come to recognize the look of a Little in need of the potty. She stumbled her way into the apartment and darted over to Maria, pulling in the hem of her yellow sundress. “Maria! I need the bathroom now!” She yelled. Maria picked her up without missing a beat, though being held in such a way that she couldn’t press her hands to her butt or press her legs together just made it harder to hold on. “I believe in you, Sweetie. Let’s head to your room and get that diaper off.” She said. Being carried up the stairs wasn’t easy, and she was starting to wonder if she’d even make it. “Just a second, I’ll have to get my key.” She fought very hard as Maria fished through her keyring seemingly on loop, but eventually she reached her limit as she let out a grunt and felt her control slip away. Her diaper suddenly feeling grosser and more full than ever, she successfully stopped herself from full on crying, but a few tears made their way down her cheeks. “You poor thing! Let’s get you inside” She said as she put away her key ring. If Cammy had been paying attention she would have noticed that not only did maria never enter a key, this was her first time trying to turn the knob. Cammy was too busy trying to think of any explanation for what had happened that didn’t involve her messing herself to question if the fold out changing table in her bathroom had always been there. By the time that she was stuffed into clean doubled diapers each of the same thickness as the last, she’d begrudgingly accepted that it had happened, but had moved on to counting the ways in which it wasn’t her fault. “I’ll be right back, I need to get a package of your diapers from veronica, you don’t seem to have a single diaper in your entire apartment!” She said in genuine surprise, and turned to leave. “You’re not going to tell Veronica about this, right?” She asked. Maria wrapped Cammy in a hug at the sight of her fragile expression. After carrying her to the couch and wrapping her in a blanket that would be difficult to struggle out of, though relaxing in a warm, tight blanket sounded nice at this point in the day. “Of course not, honey. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” She said and made her way across the hall. Letting herself in, she picked up the large package of thick diapers and looked over at Veronica. “Poor Cammy finally had a major accident and not going to complain about her diapers anymore. I know this is what’s best for her, but I still feel sad for her, when I left it looked like she was about to start wailing.” Veronica looked up from her phone, revealing her unnaturally wide grin. “Please tell me you haven’t changed her yet, I need to get a picture!” She said as she got to her feet, though she looked away awkwardly once she received a sharp glare from Maria. “You’ll be able to see it again soon enough. Littles are all so similar. They act like they need to be independent and they try so hard to get a job and a car and act like diapers are the end of the world, but whenever they end up with a mommy or daddy they’re always smiling and giggling and are so much happier.” “You’re missing the point, Maria! Sure the Littles get their fun from kids shows and plushies and shit like that, but the caretakers get their fun from messing with them and making sure they’re not running around with clean diapers thinking they’re mature!” She said. “Now Veronica, you know it’s rude to tease someone over something they can’t control, so you’d better leave her alone.” She lectured, and they both stayed silent until she reached the door with her package. “And I don’t want to hear that you’ve been teasing her. I know you keep a handful of cloth training pants in your underwear drawer and I presume you wouldn’t want me to tease you about them?” She said, leaving Veronica blushing with her mouth open. Re-entering the room she saw that Cammy was on the verge of falling asleep, coddled tightly in her blanket. Although it was also embarrassing, the tightness made it feel as though she were constantly being hugged, something that she wasn’t ready to complain about She was set down on her bed when her fragility got the better of her. “Um, w-would you mind laying with me for a little?” She asked softly with a thumb snaking its way into her mouth. Maria pulled her into the tightest hug she’d ever felt and happily laid with her. She slowly drifted off to sleep expecting to sleep until morning, but she awoke to the sound of heels on her wooden floor well before midnight, at least according to her clock. “Your Mommy sure took a while to leave, I assume you wanted a snack before bed and she wanted to take the time to breastfeed you?” Came the voice of Veronica as she strutted into the room. Camilla wanted to act tough and tell Veronica off, but you could only feel so powerful wrapped snugly in a blankey with your massive diapers that you earned by ruining your pants multiple times. “W-what do you want? You should be in bed too, shouldn’t you?” She asked. “I got bored of waiting, so I hit up on of the tamer clubs that opens at ten PM, and on my way back I made sure to grab a little something just for you. Something I know you’ll enjoy” She said, making sure she sounded as malicious as possible. “Here, check out this fun video, I picked it out just for you!” She said as she propped her phone beside Cammy and flipping her onto her side to watch. “That’s a good girl! Just watch that tonight and in the morning you’ll be so close to the Little you were always meant to be” She said softly. She was lucky to only catch a few glances of the screen. The hypnosis was designed for littles, so it ideally shouldn’t effect her, but sometimes the designers don’t care for Tweeners and are hoping to catch both the victim and aggressor in the trap Veronica slipped out as Cammy stared at the screen, drooling onto her pillow as she stared at the screen, her conscious mind overtaken and her subconscious wondering what this could possibly do to her...

chapter 4 As the warm sun rose in the sky to shake off the cold October night, it was still early, around 6:35 AM. Newspapers were being tossed, coffee was being made, and people were slowly getting up from bed for work. At 7:00 AM, Nikkole's alarm clock beeps, waking her up. Sadly, Nikkole had trouble sleeping, even with some warm milk. After everything that happened last night, it could have been some bizarre dream. Nikkole then sat up and turned off her alarm clock before she got out of bed, put on her bunny slippers, and walked out of her bedroom door. But before getting the morning paper as she always did, Nikkole stopped at Alex's old room. "Was it really all a strange dream?" Nikkole asked herself. Did she practically adopt a little girl who was trying to rob her? Slowly, she slipped into Alex's old nursery and went to the crib. There she was, the little girl, still sound asleep. She was sprawled out with half the blanket on her and half off. Nikkole could only stare at the sleeping baby in the crib as she watched Ella's chest rise and fall as she breathed. 'So it was not a dream.' Nikkole thought before the negative thoughts flowed through her head. 'Is she just a replacement for Alex?' 'What type of mother are you? Replacing your dead child with a new one 'Your child is already dead. Time for a new model.' NO! No one could replace Alex, but this little girl needs Nikkole. She needed love, care, and support. Ella needed a real... Part of Nikkole wanted to pick up Ella and hold her tight right then and there, but she stopped herself. Instead, Nikkole decided to check something. Gently, she lifted the flowery nightgown and felt around the girl's padded crotch. Shure enough, it was wet. Considering the bottle she fed Ella a few hours ago, it's not too surprising. She thought about waking Ella up to get a change but let the little girl sleep a little longer. Nikkole recovered Ella before the girl rolled over. She smiled at the cute sight before heading downstairs and getting ready for the day. After getting the coffee started and getting the morning newspaper, Nikkole picked up her phone and dialed a number. "I hope Rose is not too busy," she said as she heard the phone ring a few times. “Hay Nikkole, what’s up?” Nikkole's old friend and roommate asked as she picked up her cell. "Hay Rose, sorry to call so early, right before work," Nikkole told her. "It's okay. I just got changed, and I still have time to make something for me and my little boy," Rose said before another voice could be heard. "Mooooom I can make my own lunch. I am not a baby anymore." Rose's little boy yelled. Rose let out a giggle. "Oh, Nathan, I know that, but no matter how big you get, you will always be my baby. And besides, I have a little time to make something. Now go finish getting ready for school." "Okay, mom will do," Nathan said right before he left to get ready for school. "Sorry about that. Nathan is going through a little rebelling thing," Rose told Nikkole. "I swear, where does he get that from?" "didn't you tell me you were in multiple governmental protests in college and tied yourself to a news van once?" Nikkole asked as she smiled like mother like son. "Your right, your right. But anyway, what's up? I thought you were going to France?" Rose asked. Nikkole hesitated just a bit. "Well, I was, but my flight was canceled twice, and I decided I didn't feel like waiting another few hours at the airport for another plain. So, I decided to just cancel my vacation. I'll have a staycation instead." Nikkole told her. "Well, that sucks," Rose said. "So what's up then?" Agin Nikkole hesitated. "Well, um, you see…" Nikkole just couldn't think of the right way to say it, so she decided to say it bluntly. "I think I just adopted a little girl last night." There was silence for a good 20 seconds. "WHAT!!!!" Rose screamed into the phone and hurt Nikkole's ears. "I-it's not official yet! B-but ya. I-i might have just adopted a little girl." Nikkole told her friend. "That's why I'm calling. I was hoping you could give her a little check-up today. If you weren't busy, that is." "Why? Is something wrong?" Rose asked with a good bit of concern. "W-well, yes, but it's best you see," Nikkole said, trying not to say too much. "Well, this is sudden, and I have a full schedule. But I might be able to see you for about 20 minutes before my shift starts." Rose told Nikkole. "Think you can be there at 9:30?" "Yes, we can make it, thanks," Nikkole said happily. "Okay, I will see you then. Oh! By the way, what's her name?" Rose asked, "It's Ella..." Nikkole replied, but she stopped herself from giving Ella's full name. "Ella. a nice name," Rose said. She was a little worried about the sudden ordeal but also felt happy for her friend. "Well, I better get going. I will see you soon. Bye, Rose." Nikkole said with hope in her voice. "Bye, Nikkole," Rose said before hanging up. Nikkole let out a deep sigh and went to get her coffee. She looked at the clock, and it was 8:16. She would get Ella up after a cup of coffee and a look at the paper. Nikkole then returned to her coffee and reading, wondering if she had time to do her crosswords before getting Ella up. But as soon as she relaxed, she heard a horrible scream from upstairs. Nikkole jumped in surprise before she shot right up, dropped her coffee on the floor, and came running to the nursery. "Ella, WHAT'S WRONG?" Nikkole asked, slightly out of breath from the shock. "not a mistake, not a mistake," Ella repeated repeatedly as she huddled in the corner of the crib and held herself. Nikkole went to the crib and lowered the bars. "There, there, Ella, Im here. it's okay, Im here." But Ella fought back, yelling no over and over until Nikkole could pull the scared little girl out and hold her. "Shhh. You okay? You in a safe place." Soon, Ella stopped fighting and began to take deep breaths to try to calm herself down as she started to look around and remember where she was. Ella looked right at Nikkole with tears in her eyes. "Mi-Mi..." Ella squicked out before she buried her face in Nikkole's chest, Soon after a little bit of time, Ella calmed down. “M *sniff* Momm… Nikkole. I h-had an… accident." Ella mumbled softly and with shame. "It's okay, Ella, I know," Nikkole told the crying girl." would you like to get out of it? Ella nodded as Nikkole got up and took her to the changing table. Ella found it even harder to stop calling Nikkole mommy and act like an adult around her. Nikkole went about undressing Ella to get to her diaper. The diaper itself was utterly soaked. But Nikkole wasn't surprised. With how much liquid she gave Ella, it would be more surprising if she woke up dry. Soon, Nikkole went to work on changing Ella, and after a short time, Ella was cleaned, powdered, and in a new diaper, much to Ella's dismay. But Ella didn't fight it this time. Nikkole then went to look for something Ella could wear today. Nikkole thought it best to go simple and got a bright blue t-shirt and a blue and white striped skirt. "N-No, I don't wanna w-where that. It will make m-me look too much like a l-l-little kid." "Sorry, but Alex's clothes are mostly dresses or old children's clothes. She only ever wore pants for winter. But look, it's only two or three days until I get you your clothes. all right?" Ella sighed and pouted but knew Nikkole was right and just nodded her head. Nikkole walked over and started to dress Ella, but she fought a bit. "O-Oh, come on, mommy! I-I mean Miss Nikkole!." Ella cried out in frustration as the nightgown was pulled over her head. "I know. I just thought you would be a bit worn out from your nightmare, so I thought I would help you," Nikkole said as she put the top on Ella. Ella blushed and pouted like a child. "W-Well, I can do it myself, thank you," Ella said, wanting to show Nikkole she was an adult, not a baby. "Are you sure, Ella? it won't take long." Nikkole said as she looked at the little girl with her caring eyes. Ella tried not to look, but it was hard. Nikkole understood and handed Ella the skirt. "Im sorry, you're right. I was going a bit far. Here you go," "T-thank you," Ella replied as she took the skirt. It was a little challenging to get it on, with the bulk between her legs making her feel weird, but she got the skirt on. "There we go, all dressed." Nikkole said, "All right, let's get you some food for you, then we need to be going." "G-going, going where?" Ella asked, getting worried. "I am taking you to see a doctor," Nikkole said, but Ella's eyes went wide with fear. "Ella, what's wrong?" Nikkole asked, worried about what she had said to upset Ella now. "I-I don't w-wanna go to the doctor," Ella tells her. They were one of her biggest fears. Nikkole nelt down and held Ella’s hand. "It's okay, Ella. You're going to see my friend Doctor Rose. She was Alex's doctor before she passed." Nikkole told her. "She's a great doctor." But Ella still whimpered like a puppy at the thought. "I will be with you the whole time. Now, let's get you something to eat." Nikkole said as she held Ella's hand and led her to the dining room. "Okay, Ella, what would you like to have? It can't take too long because we must get going soon." Nikkole sat her down at a table. "I-i dont feel so good. Can I just wait till we get home?" Ella asked. Nikkole gives Ella the mom look again. "Ella, you not feeling good means you need to eat something. How about a banana and some graham crackers with some milk." Nikkole asked. She noticed right away Ella was about to protest, so she added, "You are having something to eat before we go, even if I have to feed it to you like a baby. And don't think I won't. Now, what would you like?" Ella pouted but said, banana and looked down, blushing. "That's a good girl. Now, don't go anywhere," Nikkole said before petting Ella on the head and heading out to the kitchen. Once there, Nikkole went to work. She got some graham crackers and two bananas, then cut them up for Ella. She got an unused bottle out but stopped and put it back. 'No, while she might look like a cute baby, she's still an adult. She's not like Alex.' Nikkole thought. Nikkole then got out a mug. After putting a little formula in the mug and some strawberry syrup to add some flavor, she got something for herself. After she returned with the food, she was surprised that Ella was still at the table. Nikkole smiled and sat Ella's food down as well as hers. "All right, let's eat," Nikkole said as she started eating hers. Ella, on the other hand, poked hers a bit. "Ella, eat your food, or do you need me to feed you?" Ella pouted like a child and started to eat her food slowly. Ella did not want to admit it, but getting something in her stomach was good. Usually, she would have a salad or some fruit salad for the whole day. Maybe a food bar if she was still starving. After eating her food and drinking her milk, which she noticed had an odd yet familiar taste, she was done. Nikkole saw Ella was done and smiled. "Excellent Ella, I'm very proud of you," Nikkole said "Y-you are?" Ella asked, slightly confused. She rarely ever heard those words directed at her... "Okay, Ella, I just need to get some stuff ready, and then we are off," Nikkole said as she stood up. "Okay, mo, I-I mean Miss Nikkole," Ella said, still trying to not call the older woman mommy. Nikkole just gives a giggle. "It's okay to call me whatever you like, Ella," Nikkole told her. Ella blushed as she hid her face with her hands in embarrassment. Not knowing what to do. Nikkole gets Alex's old diaper bag out and puts what's needed in it. After that, she goes to get Ella, She was still at the table, but when Nillole said it was time to go, Ella began breathing hard and holding onto the table tightly. Wanting to stay in her spot. Nikkole knew at this point there was no use arguing. So, instead, she went over and picked up the small girl. Ella tried to hold onto the table but had little strength and was quickly pulled away from it. While Ella didn't fight or scream this time, she didn't really help as Nikkole put her in the back seat of the car and buckled her in. her hands gripping the seat belt for dear life. But at least Nikkole didn't have to bring out the baby car seat to strap her down. With the young girl safely in the car, it was finally time to head off to the doctor.

Chapter 8 1 Month ago. "I don't know what I'm going to do Jenn. Now they are saying John can't be my sponsor unless we are married. WTF! Well THAT isn't happening and I really don't have anyone else. My parents are in Florida, so I might have to use the state services. I've just heard so many bad things about how inconvenient that is going to be. Long lines, some stranger watching me change a diaper or something. God, I can't believe this is happening. We had this all worked out but at least I don't have to move now, I didn't really want to move out on you, I would miss you too much." "That is sweet of you Tish. To tell you the truth I never really wanted to you to go live with John. I just don't think you guys were ready for that and this program shouldn't be the thing forcing you into that. Seems rushed. Plus I am selfish and want you here! Maybe the state service won't be so bad. I can help take you back and forth. We'll make it work ok? "You sure you are going to be ok with this? I mean, me living here, being in diapers all the time. It just sounds so crazy and it will be here before we know it. It's going to be really weird. I can get my own place if you'd ra.." Jenn cut her off, "Tish, don't be silly. The whole world is going through this. You are my friend and I love you. I'd do anything for you, you know that. Now let's go start unpacking your stuff." Tish had been planning for sometime for John to be her sponsor. They had discussed it several times and it took some convincing on Tish's part to get him to go along with it. They had only been dating for about 8 months but Tish pleaded with him that it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it would even bring them closer somehow. He finally relented and it made sense that she would move in with him, given that he lived about 45 minutes away. But when they found at recently that the rules prevented it, those plans how now been upended and they both decided to keep their living arrangements as is. Tish was hurt by their decision and didn't know what it meant for their relationship. About a week had passed since then and Tish came home one evening after working late and discovered a bunch of pamphlets and materials on the kitchen counter regarding the sponsor program. "Jenn, what is all this stuff?" "What does it look like! I'm your new sponsor!" "What? HOW? I mean... wait. are you like... sure? How?! You know what this means and all that?" "Yep. I do. I've met with the local office twice now, have been through the interview process and they approved me. I told you I'd do anything for you, so I started wondering if this was possible. Even though I am just under the cut off age for qualifiying, they took into account that I am a nurse, and that we live together so we got approved. They said we may have a little more scrutiny than others but that is ok. As long as we follow the rules there won't be a problem" "Jenn, I don't know what to say.", Tish teared up that her best friend would do something like this for her. She knew it was a huge time committment but that it would also change their relationship in ways she couldn't imagine. "You could say thank you?" "THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH", Tish exclaimed and ran over to her friend and gave her a big hug "You are welcome. My training classes start next week. There are 8 of them I have to attend in a pretty short time frame since I'm a little late getting started so you owe me!" "Yes, whatever you want! I can't believe this. Thank you so much. I'm still can't believe it." Tish was so excited and happy that Jenn would do this for her she hadn't really thought through what it had meant yet. She didn't know exactly what would be happening to her or what she would be required to do yet. But she trusted Jenn. She just didnt' want it to be weird or embarassing for either of them. She sighed a breth of relief and knew whatever would happen between then would be better than some cold exam room in some medical building where she would have to wait in line with strangers. Stories had been surfacing, whether they were true or not who knew, that these state run services would experience delays. People would literally be waiting in line around the block in wet and messy diapers to get their morning or evening change. She didn't think that could really happen but she didn't want to find out. She could now relax in the comfort of her own home instead of having to deal with all that. That evening before bed Tish walked into Jenn's room and sat on the corner of the bed. "Jenn, I just want you to know how much this means to me that you are doing this for me. It's going to be weird isn't it?" "I suspect so. But weird we can get through right?" "Right. Well I just wanted to thank you one more time. I still think this whole thing is BS, and I can't promise you I'll ever accept it or be on board with the 'we are all in thsi together crap', but I recognize what you are doing for and I love you for it. Thanks for being my best friend." "Love you too Tish. Now let's get some sleep." "Good night.", Tish told her friend as she went back to her own room and found the softness of her pillow. She thought about the month ahead. Usually a month seemed long to her but she felt like it was a day away.

Sorry for the delay on this everyone. Have had a busy and stressful month or so! Hope to pick these back up at a regular pace! I hope everyone is enjoying this story so far. Chapter 6: 3 months ago (before present day) "Tish? They are getting ready to vote. Do you want to watch." "No! Just come tell me what happens. I don't care.", Tish threw her head back into her pillow and laid on her bed. The truth was she most certainly cared. Her future was in the lives of 100 people. Either way it wasn't right. "Fine Tish, I'll just turn the TV off and you can find out later. I don't care either." "No! Wait... I'm sorry I'll come watch it with you.", Tish got out of bed, it was late and she made her way to the couch in only her t-shirt and underwear. Normally she wouldn't walk around like that but she was too tired to think right now. The late night vote had finally arrived and a good percentage of the population of the country was on the edge of their seats right now. Namely those aged 18 to 21. Everyone else already knew their fate but in recent months a small group of congresspeople had started making trouble. At least that it was Tish called it. Some of the more conservative members started suggesting that the age should be raised for the definition of 'minor'. There were all sorts of rationales laid out but the general argument was that it just wasn't fair to the younger group. Tish knew the real reasons were that these jerks thought that someone her age wasn't mature enough and needed some sort of moral guidance. The idea of chastity for younger people was some sort of moral crusade for them. At first the group didn't gain much traction but support gradually grew and there were concessions being made. They had enough people on their side to throw a wrench into the whole program and the other side couldn't appear to be the ones who let that happen. Tish hated politics and this was why. They all got what they wanted and she gets screwed. In the end, a bill was proposed raising the age to anyone who was under 21 as of a certain date and all minors had to participate at least for a year in order to 'provide a good statistical model'. Tish knew they just wanted to control her and this was an easy way for them to do it. She remembered arguing constantly with Jenn about it. "Tish, c'mon you really think these people are conspiring to deprive you of sex? Keep you pure or something? They are just following the science." "YES! Open your eyes Jenn. These wackos have always tried to control people's bodies. That is ALL this is about. That and money. They are all getting rich on this somehow. Trust me! "Ok Tish, ok. I Trust you." The conversations continued like that for weeks and month's leading up to this vote and they were both tired of fighting. Luckily, congress was split down the middle on this issue so there was a chance she would be free from this idea. She felt so foolish gloating over not having to participate when it was first announced and now she knew she might have to eat her words. Tish sat next to Jenn on the couch with her elbows on her knees, and her hands covering her eyes like a child would do, watching the vote tally grow. It was growing in her favor! Jenn put her arm around her and told her to hang on, whatever happens it will be ok. The votes trickled in until it was 49-49. "Please please please.", Tish said outloud as a tear fell down her check. Jenn wondered how many other people were sitting in their homes right now doing the same thing. Millions she imagined. 51-49. The vote had passed. "Noooooo. Is that it? Like, that is the vote? It is over?", Tish asked dumbfoundedly. Jenn held her tight and looked at her. "Tish, I'm so sorry." Tish kind of leaned into her and rested on her shoulder in disbelief. "Don't say it Jenn. I already know. You told me so." "No sweetheart, I wouldn't say that to you. I know this is hard, and I'm sorry. I'm here for you. Whatever you need." This made Tish cry even more. Jenn was so nice and she felt so defeated and ashamed at how she acted before, and had been acting. Was this some sort of cosmic karma getting back at her? She didn't believe in any of that nonsense but that is how she felt in the moment. Tish finally went back to bed and cried herself to sleep. She woke up early. She has been tossing and turning all night. She once thought it was all a dream until she realized it wasn't and that sinking feeling hit her after the realization set in. Her only hope was that this older age group wouldn't take this lightly and that there will be some sort of revolt or fight. She planned on calling a couple friends later to talk about it, but mainly hoping to commisserate a bit so she didn't feel so alone. Tish finally climbed out of bed and slipped some shorts on and went out to make coffee. Jenn was still sleeping. She felt like the the only person in the world at the moment. She flipped through her phone reading the latest articles on the decision and hopped on various social media sites looking for what she knew was the inevitable push pack and anger. She was surprised that it took a lot of scrolling through comments to find people who were outraged, said they wouldn't comply etc. But the majority of comments were supportive. Surely these couldn't be people in her age group that. She figured most of these comments were bots pretending to show support to change the narrative and she decided to prove it. She knew social media didn't represent the majority. "They" were controlling the narrative. She scrolled through her contacts and deicded it was late enough to call her friend Beth who she went to school with. "Hey Tish! It's early, are you ok? Oh do you need ride to class or something?" "Umm no, I just thought I'd call and see how you are doing with the decision and all." "Oh, yeah right. I mean, yeah it's going to be weird huh?" "That's all you have to say!?" "Well, I'm not sure what you are asking me. Like, I'm glad to be doing my part and helping ya know? We have to all help to solve the problem right? It's so important." Tish wanted to barf and through her phone through the window. Where was the anger, the outrage and frustration she was looking for. "Beth! How are you not enraged and mad at this decision. I mean, c'mon you are going to be wearing a diaper soon. What the hell!" "Sorry Tish, I wish things were different I do but the world has bigger problems than my own desires or comfort. It won't be that bad. I think you should think about that and focus on how you can help. Everyone is in this together right?" Tish was flabbergasted. She didn't feel like she was 'in anything', or 'together'. What was Beth's problem. There was silence on the phone for a few seconds. "Tish? Are you still there." "Yeah, I.. I'm just scared I guess and wanted to someone to talk to.", This was of course a lie. Tish was mad, not scared. She tried to recover with something so Beth wouldn't think less of her. She hated doing that. She wanted to stand her ground but also didn't want to become a pariah. "Well there is nothing to be scared of it right? It's going to be weird for sure but we will all get through it. But hey I gotta get ready for class. I'll see you this afternoon OK?" "Sure Beth. Thanks again." "No problem.", Tish heard a click and sighed at not getting any help. She had a few other people she planned on calling but decided it was pointless. She aggresively through her phone into the couch cushion and sat down. She sipped her coffee in the quiet of the morning, unable to process the mixture of emotions coursing through her.

@Windelbaby It’s really something our friends don’t need to know. my friends found out by my brother finding out and blabbing it to them. But now I have to wear them when out of the house.

Chapter 5 "Let's just do this online worksheet or whatever so you can tell me what I have to do and how screwed up my life is gonna be." "C'mon Tish, stop being like that." Jenn grabbed her tablet and entered the URL listed on the page they had retrieved from the box. The following screen popped up. 'Changing the Future' A helpful guide to start your first week! "Cute" They progressed through the worksheet. It wasn't anything that Jenn didn't arleady know, having gone through the training, but it was a way to introduce Tish to the ideas and concepts slowly. "Tish are you shaved down there? You'll need to be completely smooth." "What!? For real?" "Yes it will be more hygenic that way. If you'd like I can help you with that." "NO!.. I mean.. I can do that myself.", Tish checked her composure. "Ok Tish, but you know I'm going to see you right? Like tomorrow morning. You do realize I'm going to put a diaper on you before you leave for work." "I know that! You don't have to remind me." "Ok." "So what about your umm bathroom habits, do you usually #2 once per day? What time?" "God this is so embarassing." "Just answer" "Yeah usually in the morning, why?" "Well you get two changes per day so we really need to plan this out. Mainly this is for your comfort but we have to sign you up for a collection time too. They expect to get samples every day and they will be checking if you don't. So you are going to want to take care of your business before you get changed for the day if you know what I mean. You don't want to be stuck all day, right?" "Stuck?" "Yes, it's not like I can just come change you in the middle of the day silly." Tish's head was swimming. There was so much to this that she hadn't considered yet. Jenn touched 8am and 9pm for Tish's collection times and submitted it. She could always adjust it if needed. "I mean, can't we get more diapers for when I need them?" "They are only alloting for 2 changes per day right now. They said hopefully in the future they will be able to ramp up capacity but everyone in the whole world is being treated equally. Rich, poor, regardless of country. Everyone gets 2 per day. The good news is they are supposed to last at least 12 hours." Although, that is what they told Jenn, she knew in reality there would always be the have and have nots. She was pretty sure there would be certain groups of kids who could change any time they wanted. They probably even paid for full time sponsors for convenience. Jenn knew the way the world worked. Those types were playing a game she and Tish weren't invited too. Tish was about to cry. This seemed impossible to her. How was she going to live bundled up like that? How could she go to work? To school? Excercise or go out with friends, see her boyfriend. Her head was swimming with a thousand questions she hadn't considered. "How am I supposed to face John like this Jenn? How?" "John is very supportive Tish. It will be OK. He knows what you are going through. I don't know how it will all work but we'll figure it out ok?" They finished going through the online questions and the system spit out a basic weekly plan. They really didn't find it helpful but Tish did get to find out some more details about her routine. Jenn thought she would introduce a few more details tomorrow. Tish was deflated and worn out. She just looked at Jenn. "Come on now, don't look at me like that. I'm sorry this is happening to you but we have to do it. Why don't you go shave down there and take a shower. I'll come check on you in a bit." 'Check on me', Tish though to herself. 'I think I'm capable of taking a shower and shaving' Tish proceeded to her nightly routine. She washed her hair and body under the hot shower. She loved this part of the day where she could wash her stress away and forget about everything but tonight was different. She turned her attention to her private area. She already routinely shaved down there but it felt weird knowing that Jenn asked her to do this and make sure she got everything. She spent about 5 minutes on herself before turning off the shower and stepping out. She was drying off and about to put her underwear on when Jenn came barging in. "Whoa whoa, not so fast. Let me take a quick look." "HEY! Take a look at what?", Tish tried to cover herself quickly with her towel. "Your shaving job. I know you Tish and you rush things and don't pay attention. Now come here, this will only take a sec." "No way. It's fine. Trust me." "Tish, please don't be difficult. There is a very good reason for this. I'm just doing what they instructed us to do. Why don't we just break the ice now and get this over with. Then tomorrow it won't seem so weird." "Oh it wont be weird? You mean when you are putting a f'ing diaper on me?" "Language!" "Fine, but make it quick. God this is so embarassing." Tish walked over and dropped her towel to the floor revealing her body to her best friend. She'd been naked in front of other girls plenty of times during sports and stuff, but this time seemed different. She felt so vulnerable. So helpless. "God Tish, I wish I had your body. You have nothing to be embarassed about.", Jenn touched the inside of her thigh, and then the other, prompting her to spread her legs a bit more. Tish blushed and didn't know Jenn could be jealous of her in that way. "Stop it. You aren't so shabby yourself, you know." Jenn smiled back at the thoughtful gesture and then touched Tish, feeling her private areas and checking the smoothness. Tish took a nervous deep breath at being touched like that by her best friend and jumped a little. She didn't know what to do or say. It was Jenn who spoke first. "Easy Tish, stand still for me. I'm sorry this is awkward, I know but you look pretty good down here I must say. That will make changes much easier trust me.." Tish rolled her eyes at being inspected like a child who wasn't able to clean herself. Jenn stood up, "Ok Tish, I'd like to have you ready and diapered by 7:30am so you can get to class on time, and then to work. You need to get up early enough to do your #2 ok? This first time we diaper you will take a bit longer because I have to explain some things. I'll see you in the morning ok?" Jenn quickly left and went to her bedroom. "Whatever.. ok Jenn.", Tish uttered even though there was no one there to hear it. She was still standing in her bathroom, naked, staring at her feet feeling unsure of what just happened between them. She slipped her underwear on knowing this would be the last pair she would be wearing for awhile. She wondered just how long it would before she got to wear them again.

Chapter 4. - Six Months earlier. "They've got to be kidding. There is no way anyone is going along with this. Diapers? Seriously? Aren't these the same people who hate diapers, they are so bad for the environment and all that? And now they want billions of people to wear them? How are they going to get people to comply with this? This has got be a joke or I'm actually dreaming right now." Tish rattled on and on and the absurdity of what had just been announced to the world while Jenn just watched, perplexed herself. She figured the same conversation was happening in every home around the world right now. She couldn't imagine what must have already been posted online already. "I mean, it kind of makes sense in a way." "WHAT!? How on earth does this make sense to you." "I mean, there are a lot of health factors that can be determined from our waste. You know they even make those toilets that can analyze your pee and poo and give you a daily health report. I think it is like that but a million times more powerful and with lots of people." "But Jenn, coooome ON. There is no way in hell this is practical. No way they could pull this off. Tell me how this makes any sense. How Jenn. How!" "Tish, quit yelling at me. Geez." "Sorry Jenn. I'm sorry. It is just absurdity to the max. Our tax dollars at work and there are a bunch of weirdos convincing world leaders that this, THIS is the solution? I mean, my god Jenn, there will be rioting in the streets tomorrow. You just watch. JUST WATCH!" "Tish, you are still yelling at me!" Tish plopped down on the couch and just laughed. Jenn looked at her while she just laughed as hard as she ever had in her life. "What is so funny?" "If they think this is going to happen, if the people are going to just go along with this they are crazy. I can't wait until the masses refuse and these idiots are put in their place. Just wait Jenn, there will be a civil war over this. You just wait." "Ok Tish. Ok. We'll wait. You realize I'm not your enemy right now right? Like, I just heard what they said the same time as you. It's not like I'm happy about it either. You think I want to wear and use a diaper so some scientists can study me? And give up sex?... Well do you!? Tish was silent when Jenn snapped back at her. It was rare when she did. She shook her head no. "I swear, sometimes it is like you think you are the only person in the world. This news is 5 minutes old and it's not even official. You just heard them say these documents were leaked. We have no idea how real any of this is or what the details are. And you are talking about a civil war! C'mon now, come back down to earth Tish. Earth to Tish. We don't know anything yet, we need to learn more. They can't be literally talking about forcing 8 billion people to wear diapers all day.", Jenn said as she tried to calm Tish down as well as absorb this news herself. The girls listened to the news, flipping channels back and forth between the various broadcasts. Most of the channels were all saying the same thing, reporting the same news. Tish flipped channels looking for a voice of reason but never found it. "So apparently the media is in on this already." "Uhhh what? In on what?" "Whatever this is. Every channel. Just listen to them all positive and supportive already. You can just hear it in the way they talk about. How great and smart these scientists are, how incredible this plan is and how we can all work together to save mankind. Do they even hear themselves or do they just do their master's bidding?" "Quit being so conspiratorial. It's not a good look on you." Tish huffed. "Tish, this IS a big deal. Why not support it? It is almost like you WANT the problem to continue." "Jenn you know that isn't true. But you know the problem isn't... " "Isn't what? Isn't real? Tish, you know it's real. Unless you just want to deny the evidence or somehow believe the entire world is lying to you. Really, if you saw some of the couples come in to the hospital, and I hear them crying and desperate. You are being so insensitive right now I can't believe it." They both fell silent during the awkwardness. They never thad this kind of fight in their lives before but this issue seemed to be driving them apart. Jenn knew Tish was freaking out for some reason, but knew she was smart enough and rational enough to assess the situation. But she wasn't. That is what made her so mad. Tish sat with her arms folded, pondering everything her friend just told her. She knew she was being a brat, she knew she had crossed the line and she knew she wasn't helping the situation. It wasn't all about her. "Jenn, I just want to let you know you are right about everything you just said. I'm being selfish and immature. I know it doesn't make up for how I'm acting about this... but... but diapers. I just can't grasp that is what we just heard. It is just freaking me out a bit and I don't know how to handle it." "Thanks. I don't want to fight with you. But I guess I just think of the world and humanity first, and it seems like you are just thinking about you. I'm scared too you know. Maybe I could use some comfort too.", Jenn looked down, a bit embarrassed admitting her feelings." Tish scooted closer to Jenn on the couch and hugged her. She didn't say anything. She quit flipping channels and just left the latest newscast on as they watched the latest segment come on. 'Welcome to DDN network special report. We know millions of Americans across the country are taking in the news of the plan to solve 'the problem'. We do want to remind our viewers that this information has not, repeat, has not been officially confirmed by the government, but our sources have verified the authenticity that the plan has been circulated over the past few months under the utmost secrecy. The news is developing at a rapid pace but we do have word that that we can expect a statement from the chief scientists at the consortium at any minute in response to this breaking news. Let us go over to that feed now while we wait their arrival.' The screen focused in on a podium in what looked like an impromptu press conference. Reporters were already gathered, anxious to ask questions. Moments later the 3 head researches that the public got used to seeing over the last year appeared and the news people started shouting questions. They gave a pretty vague update and apologize for the leak and how the information was disseminated. It certainly wasn't their idea to spring 'preliminary' plans on the public. But in the end they did admit certain elements of the plan were in fact, correct. Namely that diapers would be distributed and required to be used in order to collect and analyze samples to discover the cause and produce a cure. "See, told you.", Jenn quickly said, a bit gleeful she was right about the waste analysis. The press, and likely every viewer at home was now paying close attention, scratching their heads now that the outrageous news story from earlier had been confirmed. Everyone on earth was thinking the same thing at the moment. Surprisingly, speakers took a few questions from the reporters. "Thank you. Why diapers? Surely there is some other means to capture our... samples.", the crowd giggled a bit and the experts on the stage smiled back. "Great questions. Frankly a few reasons. One is compliance. We can employ measures to make sure they are used, and we can easily do a track and trace to each person which gives us a wealth of data. Those results will be compared to a blood sample taken from the participants over the course of the plan, for analysis. The 2nd reason, is they are practical. Easy to mass produce, collect and dispose of. Any other technical measures could takes years of R&D and could be an undue burden on the taxpayer. We just don't have the time to wait." "Makes sense", the report said and nodded. "Makes sense!?", Tish blurted out. Why are the idiots not asking the obvious questions! The expert continued, "And lastly, they serve another purpose. They will provide a very good form of chastity." This time it was Jenn who reacted. She spit out the diet soda she was sipping on. "I'm sorry did you say chastity, as in.." "Yes, as in preventing sexual intercourse", the expert had finished the reporters sentence for him. This silenced the room and one of the other experts took over the briefing. "We realize this is going to be shock, but we will be mandating an abstinence requirement for those participating in the plan. As everyone knows, about 60% of all babies born in the last 6 months have been sterile. That is, they will not be able to have kids themselves. This number is going up. This is a very sad and unfortunate side effect of the problem. Therefore in order to reduce the amount of infertile humans, we will pause the majority human procreation until a cure is found. This may sound like an extreme measure but the effects of letting hundreds of millions of babies into the world, who can't have kids will have a detrimental impact on society, culture, future birthrates, and ramifications we can't even think of for generations to come. Therefore it has been determined the best course of action for humanity is to delay. There is a lot we know and a much more that we don't. We can assure you we will be constantly updating our data, providing the results to you as we learn more. Our hope is that our findings don't continue in this upward trend that we are seeing and that we won't have to recommend such harsh measures." Questions and shouting flew out from the crowd regarding the abstinence requirement. Even yelling, until finally someone managed to get a question out. "You mentioned participants? Who exactly will that be? How is that being determined?", this was as much as a personal question for the reporter as it was journalistic. He looked back at his collogues with a bit of embarrassment before regaining his composure. "Great question. There is still much internal debate about that. We do need a statistically significant sample size to find the cure, but exactly how that will be determined will be released in the next few weeks. There are of course certain groups that will be excluded obviously, such as the elderly, however we are looking at several methods, including a lottery." This drove the room into a frenzy again with questions flying about a proposed lottery and a many other things but the scientists and experts quickly exited the room along with their security. The world was now abuzz about who would and would not be subjected to these measures. You would hear of a few people consider leaving the country, but to go where? Each country was enacting similar measures. A few lawmakers tried to stop the measures or delay them, but motion after motion was quashed and these outliers labeled as science deniers and fringe. There were even bets being placed in Vegas for which groups of people would be chosen or how the system would work. It seemed like even in the face of the end of humanity, people still needed their vices. What is going to be odd ages, even ages? Maybe it would be men or women only? Or perhaps it would be everyone under a certain age. Eventually all of the hysteria went away over the next couple of weeks. Humans seem to like their routines and everyone seemed suffice with waiting for the next bit of news and decisions from the consortium that would ultimately change their lives for the foreseeable future. Fortunately the wait wasn't too long as word had spread there would be an announcement in the coming days, and that is was 'good news'. People were hoping this whole baloney plan of diapers and no sex had vanished and that a cure had been found. People tended to get their hopes up. In reality, if that had been the case they would have announced it immediately. When the news hit, the majority of the planet did breath a sigh of relief. According to the statistical models, much fewer people would need to be subjected to the harsh measures. There were a variety of fancy charts and graphs displayed and links to the data published so they could be analyzed by anyone else that wanted to, but the main announcement was that only those between the ages of 13 and 18 would be required to participate but for everyone else, it was still encouraged to delay having a child until a cure could be found. The experts agreed that most people would want to wait anyway. One line of thinking was that the original idea had been floated to get a feel for the public sentiment of such a plan, and that this pull back was in a response to that sentiment. It was also theorized that the population as a whole would go along with it more, and enforce it culturally if they didn't have to actually participate. It was easier to just push the problem off on to the younger generation who didn't have the influence or real power to resist. "Well thank god for that! I told you I wasn't doing any of that and I was right." "Ok Tish, Ok. You were right, but there are a lot of people who will have to go through it. My sister Emily is 17, remember. It's weird to think in a few months she'll be wearing and using a diaper like a baby. I should probably call my family. Plus, you heard them say that we will all be responsible for compliance in way or another, whatever that means." "I know Jenn, I know. But part of you has to be glad you don't have to participate right? I can be a little happy about that right?" "I guess so, just don't gloat, because there are a lot of sad and scared kids out there right now. And the problem itself is still real. We still have to beat this thing." "Of course Jenn. I know, I didn't think about your sister. Yeah that sucks.", Tish tried to sound sincere but wasn't sure it came out that way.

Chapter 2 - 18 Months Earlier "Tish, have you seen the latest on the problem?" They were now calling it, "the problem." They gave it a name, it must be real. "No, what are they saying now? I thought all that was over with months ago?" "No! You just don't pay attention. They just weren't sure until now. Apparently there are more cases. They are talking about it on every channel now." Jenn and Tish watched the first news channel they flipped to for a bit. "I'm so tired of hearing about this. They talk like it is the end of the world. Now they are saying humanity itself is at risk. For real, can you believe the crap they peddle? Everything is so sensationalized. Drives me nuts." "I don't know Tish, it sounds serious to me." "Jenn, you're a nurse at a major hospital, wouldn't you have heard something if the problem was that bad?" "I'm not sure. This says they are mostly seeing problems on the east coast right now where they have higher concentrations of people. I think we will probably be going back and reviewing the recent deliveries would be my guess. I think tomorrow will be interesting when I get there." --- News of some sort of epidemic had been circling for the last 6 months off an on. Most people hadn't taken it seriously and just considered it the latest in the fear cycle that drove TV and internet ratings. A small group of researches were hypothesizing that on average, birth rates had dropped lower than expected. This fact alone wasn't that concerning given cultural shifts, but they also claimed that there was a high rate of infertile children being born. They were practically implying this could be the last generations of humans to be born. The claims didn't gain much traction but little snippets of news about the original study continued to circulate and gather interest. Occasionally you'd read about it on the internet or see people claiming the end of the world was coming. As imagined, this brought out your typical crazies, prognosticators, charlatans, religious nuts and on and on. Unknown to most though, the research continued through major universities to try and vet their findings. More and more people were speaking out about something odd going on and it was had become clearly it was being taken seriously. Not some conspiracy. Governments were now telling people not to panic and to go on with their lives as normal. People were afraid though. Some to the point that they put off having children, or wondering if their lack of success in getting pregnant had something to do with this news. The latest report seemed to be more serious. There had been a presidential briefing where some science advisor types were now admitting to the problem. They called 'the problem' serious in nature. Whatever it was, it was apparently real, and other governments quickly followed suit in informing their citizens. They announced the creation of a multinational consortium being formed. Basically a fancy name for a group of experts getting together to come up with a plan and spend a lot of money. Over the next few weeks most of the worlds population had grown accustomed to the idea that there was a serious problem. But at the same time, the scientists were baffled. They didn't know if it was some virus, bacteria, something in our food or water supply that was affecting people. They didn't know if this was short term, long term. They had more questions than answers. The media reports slowed and less and less information was coming out. They either didn't have the information or they weren't releasing it. -- "Jenn, how was work today?" "Tish, I'm really scared. I heard there were 5 more couples who got tested, at our hospital and they came back positive. 3 new babies this morning all tested positive." "Tested positive for what? I mean, how the hell do they know these kids can't get pregnant in 20 years. They don't know what these test results mean. How could they? This is just so hyped up." "I don't think so Tish. You need to read some different websites or something. The people are are calling this bogus are such a minority. Every expert in the field is saying it is real." "Ok, so what if IT is real. There isn't anything you or I can do about it, and I wasn't planning on having a kid any time soon were you?" "That's not the point Tish! Can you imagine a world in 30 years where there is no one under the age of 30? It would be the end of everything. People are already freaking out, quitting their jobs, hording food. I'm just telling you I'm scared, that's all.", Jenn teared up and Tish felt bad for not thinking about her feelings. "Look, Jenn I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be like that. It just seems so far fetched. I'm sorry ok? I didn't mean to upset you.", Tish walked over and hugged her friend. She didn't mean to be insensitive. Jenn was closer to all of this than she was, and she just didn't deal with things as well as Tish did, and Tish didn't take things as seriously as Jenn did. They kind of complimented each other in that regard. It was a while before anyone really had any new news. Surprisingly most people went on with their daily routines. The internet was still doing it's thing; #stophavingkids, #findthecure, #weareone were all trending, but for the most people society stayed civilized and went on. It all just happened so fast that most people didn't have time to keep up or react. Plus the media and government were assuring people that everything would be ok, and that they would be able to correct whatever this was in short order If it could be done, it could be undone. Mainly, the scientists would get on TV spouting what they thought they knew from time to time trying to keep people calm. It worked ... for awhile.

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I do wish to finish it. I just have been lacking motivation. It is something that will be finished. I just couldn't give you a time frame.

Chapter 10 The Baby And The Wolf Matt woke up to his mom unbuckling him from his car seat. He didn't realize how tired he had been. Matt was picked up and carried by his mom while his brother followed behind them. They had arrived at the toy store. Matt was excited to be able to pick out some new toys since all of his belongings had been given to Cam. The toy store was massive. The only disappointing part was that his mom brought him over to the toddler section of the store telling him "You can pick out anything you want in this section." Matt was set down by his mom. He found it weird to be standing himself after being carried and carted around for so long. It was weirder too because his mom hadn't bothered to put shoes on his feet when she dressed him this morning, only socks. Matt looked around the section trying to find something that would interest him. Cam who was allowed to go off on his own came over with a shopping cart. His mom had apparently told him he too could pick out a few toys. It looked like he had picked out some girly toys. There were dolls and plushies in the cart already. Matt gave up on trying to find anything that he knew he would like and just started picking toys at random. Some big building blocks, puzzles, stuffed animals. His mom even picked out a baby jumper and walking play station for him. After not long their cart was beginning to fill up. Various toys started to catch Matt's eye more and more. After looking around for a little bit something Matt feared would happen, happened. He had realized it when he initially woke up in the car, but didn't think too much of it. It had to have been the mac and cheese. In the car his stomach felt a little weird and Matt did feel like he had to poop, but this was something else. Matt could feel the warm ooze expanding in the seat of his diaper. He was shocked that he didn't have to think about going. Once it started coming out was when he crouched down into a squatting position to help push it all out. The only problem Matt soon realized was that it wasn't completely solid. He panicked a little when he felt something trickling down his leg. The diaper didn't do its job. For the first time since wearing diapers, the diaper had failed to hold in his mess. Matt's mom instantly noticed what was happening when Matt crouched down to poop in the middle of the toddler toy section. When she saw the back of his pants begin to get wet around the leg guards of his diaper she wasted no time in scooping him up and brought him to the bathroom area. She held him a little away from herself to prevent any of the mess from getting on her. The sudden shock of the diaper leaking and being picked up mid poop must have been too much for little Matt who started to bawl his eyes out. She brought him into the bathroom laying him on the changing table and quickly removed his pants and unclipped his onesie. The damage had already been down. His pants and onesie both had poop on them. She took his shirt off carefully since it was still clean. She set his shirt aside to salvage that before carefully removing his onesie. Matt was mortified. There he lay a complete mess in nothing but a thoroughly soiled diaper. His mom untapped his soiled diaper using it to scraped some of the mess off the back of his legs. She had to have used at least 20 wipes on his backside before she was satisfied that he was clean. His mom had thrown the soiled diaper away and put his pants and onesie in a plastic bag before placing them in his diaper bag to be washed at home. Matt felt exposed laying in the middle of the woman's bathroom completely nude. At least this time nobody came in. He actually was relieved having a fresh diaper put on him. His mom hadn't packed any spare clothes so she had only put his shirt and socks back on. The shirt did not do much to cover the diaper. Matt tried to pull it down when his mom picked him up, but the most it covered was the very top of the diaper. He was carried back to their cart where his mom placed him on his feet. She asked Cam if there was anything else he wanted to get. Luckily he said no. She was happy with all the toys they had gotten Matt so she began to lead them to the front check out. Matt was beat red. He was still shocked that not only had he soiled his pants, but he was shocked that he hadn't even had the control to stop it. Had he become un-potty trained? Or was it just because of the mac and cheese? He was so in his head he hadn't even realized his brother took him by the hand as they followed their mom to the front of the store. The cashier began scanning their items while Cam and Matt just stood there. Matt was afraid to even look around. He didn't want to look anyone in the eye. There he was in only a diaper and a t-shirt. Matt was mid thought when he felt hands under his armpits. In an instant he was off his feet. It had happened so fast that Matt was unable to even register what was happening. He saw his mom's and brother's shocked face as he was brought toward the front exit by a complete stranger. Matt's mom was equally as shocked. One minute she was chatting with the cashier, the next moment she heard Cam gasp and she turned around to see Matt being taken by a stranger. The stranger had black greasy hair and wore a black sweatshirt. She didn't know what to do. They were already almost out the door. She screamed something, she didn't even know what, she was in too much shock. The next thing she knew some other guy came running to intercept the stranger. He had wasted no time in shoulder checking the kidnapper. The impact caused the man to let go of Matt. The kidnapper had been taken off his feet. The man who shoulder checked the stranger managed to catch Matt before he hit the floor. Before anyone could do anything the kidnapper had cut his losses, got up, and ran out the front of the store off into the night. The shock of everything lead Matt to let out a heart wrenching "Mommy!". The stranger had handed Matt over to his mom who hugged him tight. Matt just buried his face into his mom's shoulder while she patted his diapered bottom trying to calm him down. Matt's mom thanked the man who had saved her son. He was a dad himself he had told her. His name was Ben. He was there with his twins, Dylan and Daphne. They were both still sitting in the cart at a different checkout counter. He told her how his kids were three. They talked while they waited for the police to arrive. When the police arrived they took accounts of what happened and took copies of the store's security footage. They took Mrs. Keeth's contact info and told her they would reach her if they had any further questions and would let her know if they managed to catch the kidnapper. Ben had told Mrs. Keeth that they should set up a play date between their kids when she told him how she was new to the area. She thought it was a good idea since she needed to help her kids make new friends. She also didn't mind the fact that Ben was not only good looking, but a single parent like her. She had to push those thoughts out of her head. She didn't know if she was ready to get into a relationship with her husband having passed away so recently. She still wouldn't mind having a male friend in the area that could help her out around the house. She felt especially vulnerable after almost having one of her babies taken away from her. The store's manager told Mrs. Keeth and Ben that they didn't need to worry about paying. With their free toys they both went out to their cars before exchanging numbers and heading to their respective homes. Matt had managed to calm down and spent the whole ride home sucking on his pacifier. Mrs. Keeth could tell that he was still traumatized from what happened. It seemed like he had regressed to acting more like an actual toddler after what had happened. The whole time she spoke with Ben and the police, he acted like a needy toddler who couldn't be away from her for even a second. He didn't seem embarrassed at all about being in a diaper in front of Ben or the police. She noticed that his diaper was soggy too and he hadn't said anything about it. He just hugged her tight with his head buried in her shoulder. The rest of the evening went by without incident. They were all still in somewhat shock at what had happened or what almost had happened. Cam couldn't believe that he had allowed a stranger to snatch his brother away from him. Cam had been holding Matt's hand and wasn't prepared for someone to jerk his brothers hand out of his on. Cam was suppose to be the older brother or sister now and he couldn't even protect his now baby brother. Matt was in shock at almost being kidnapped. He found comfort in his mommy and his paci though. Mrs. Keeth and Cam brought all the bags with their purchases inside. She had decided that after a long evening they would just head straight to bed skipping bath time. The police had talked to them for a while so it already was quite late. Cam was eager to change into his new clothes. He brushed his teeth and changed into a pair of pink pajamas. Mrs. Keeth could see through the pajama material that he had also put on a pair of his new cotton panties. Matt needed to be changed into a nighttime diaper and fed his nighttime bottle. After he was changed and fed Mrs. Keeth put him in a footed sleeper and went to leave him in his crib for the night but he cried and reached out for her. It was understandable that he didn't want to sleep alone tonight so Mrs. Keeth had brought him to her room and changed into her pajamas which consisted of pants and one of her husbands old shirts that she used as a night shirt. She cuddled up holding Matt close to her patting his diapered bottom as they both drifter off to sleep. Mrs. Keeth woke up later that night. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was 1:00 in the morning. She had just had the strangest dream. She dreamt that she was helping Matt move into his dorm at college. He was older but he was still in diapers. Also, before she went to leave him at college he sat in her lap and she lifted up her shirt and started breastfeeding him. It was then that she realized why she had woken up, the front of her shirt was wet. For a second she panicked thinking her breast leaked, but she remembered that she was nowhere close to producing milk yet. The mystery was shortly solved when Matt still asleep used his hand to push her breast closer to his face where he took it in his mouth and nursed on it like it was a bottle. It felt weird having him nursing at her breast through her shirt, but also kind of nice. She was tempted to lift up her shirt and let him nurse on her nipple directly, but didn't out of fear of him waking up. She saw that his pacifier had fallen from his moth during the night so she picked it up and gently rubbed his cheek with it. He let go of her breast and swapped to the pacifier nursing it instead. Mrs. Keeth thought about the dream and how ridiculous it was. College was a long ways off and she didn't need to think that far ahead. All she had to do was take care of her baby now in whatever way he needed. She squeezed the front of his diaper through his sleeper and found that he was quite wet. She took the opportunity to get out of bed where she changed her shirt before slipping into his nursery and grabbing a fresh diaper and a wipe. She carefully unzipped the sleeper only enough to be able to change his diaper. She managed to change him into a fresh diaper without waking him. When Mrs. Keeth had Matt changed and all zipped up she was about to go back to bed when she saw Cam in the doorway out the corner of her eye. Cam had startled her since he looked so much like a little girl in his new pajamas and seeing a little girl in her house at one in the morning was not something she was expecting. She noticed that his eyes were red and that he was crying. It was then that she noticed something else. Cam didn't even need to tell her what the problem was. It was apparent by the wet spot on his pajamas, he had wet the bed.

I'm pansexual but mostly prefer guys. But find it annoying how women don't turn me on, unless they are wearing diapers or I imagine they are wearing diapers under their clothes. I'm not overly bothered about girl parts but still find girls cute. However guy parts I can be, which although confusing I feel like I'm mostly gay.

If diapers have a sexual connotation for you I'm not surprised that women only when diapered turn you on; taking into account that you already prefer guys over women. So on a woman the diaper compensates your otherwise reduced interest. I'm bisexual, like both men and women, even more when they are thickly padded, but a diaper to me is only a nice extra on a person. But yeah I think you can have a great time mixing a diaper in with all of the too hot to handle fun??