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Just thought I would show off my DIY work of creating my changing table and area. Highlights are a custom turtle PUL cover, turtle pillow case, all supplies in reach for my big, and a locking safety belt. Makes me feel super little : )

Chapter 63: Deals AFTER SEVERAL MORE glorious moments of making out, Beth said, “Let’s read a bit more of what I’m sure will be more nightmare fodder?” “No doubt there…” I replied. SCENE: BRIAN’S CUBICLE AREA A WEEK LATER, BRIAN IS WORKING ON THE PROJECT AND SEEMS TO BE WRAPPING EVERYTHING UP WHEN SARAH APPEARS. SARAH (MOM): “How is everything going?” BRIAN: “Oh, hi, Miss Ingels, I just finished the last update. At least in all of the simulations, it seems to work great!” SARAH (MOM): “So your part is pretty much wrapped up with this project?” BRIAN: SMILES “On this one, at least, pretty proud of it finally working!” SARAH (MOM): “And you should be! You’ve literally saved the company!” PAUSES “I know this may sound awkward, but I would like to have you over for dinner later as a thank you? I’m a great cook?” BRIAN SHIFTS NERVOUSLY IN HIS SEAT. BRIAN: “Just dinner?” SARAH (MOM): “Just dinner! Maybe a proposal of a future project we can discuss too? I’d take you to a restaurant, but most of the nicer ones around here demand thicker protection for Littles?” BRIAN: “Umm... sure? What’s the address?” SCENE SHOWS SARAH MESSAGING HIM THE ADDRESS AND BRIAN LOOKING NERVOUS AS SHE WALKS AWAY. BRIAN: MUTTERS “She’s safe... she’s supposed to be one of the good ones.” “Silly Little,” Beth found herself saying, “Don’t you know to never trust the ‘good’ Bigs?” Connor looked over at her from his adjoining seat in the theater, munching on some popcorn again. “So there’s never a safe Big?” “Other than your grandparents?” She shook her head, “Not many?” “What about Lilly and Mackenzie? …Or Charlotte?” Beth shrugged, “I definitely wouldn’t trust Mackenzie… Charlotte is harder for me because she was an idol growing up. I think you’re kind of lucky in that you don’t really know who she is?” “We should watch something of hers tomorrow so I can see her?” Beth smiled at him, “That could be kind of fun, actually! In the meantime, I think she’s mostly okay. That Lilly is the one I still don’t know what to make of, though. What has she said to you?” “Just that her mom met my mom once? It was kind of a weird conversation. I keep meaning to ask my mom about that name, actually.” “You should try and do that this weekend?” Beth suggested to him. She looked at the clock, “Let’s see if we can get through a bit more of this drivel?” Connor nodded, “Might as well; we’ll be stuck dealing with it for at least a few weeks.” They turned back to the screen, where the text changed to the next section of the script. SCENE: SARAH’S HOUSE BRIAN IS SEEN GETTING OUT OF A TAXI. THE DRIVER HELPS HIM OUT OF A FIVE-POINT HARNESS CAR SEAT, HE INSISTED THE LITTLE RIDE IN. BRIAN LOOKS A LITTLE DISGRUNTLED EVEN AS HE GET OUT OF THE CAR. HE IS DRESSED IN A SPORTS COAT AND OPEN-COLLARED DRESS SHIRT AND SLACKS. HE GIVES THE GIGANTIC MANSION THAT HE’S BEEN DROPPED OFF IN FRONT OF A LONG LOOK BEFORE GOING TO THE DOORBELL AND JUMPING UP INTO THE AIR TO PRESS IT. ALMOST IMMEDIATELY, THE DOOR OPENS “Okay, seriously, how dumb can you be?!?” Beth snickered aloud. “It’s a movie; you can’t expect common sense, Beth!” “It’s like asking for a guaranteed trip to the nursery, though!” She told him. SARAH (MOM): “Come on in, Brian!” SMILES WIDELY AND BECKONS HIM INSIDE BRIAN: "Umm... Good evening, Miss Ingels." BRIAN LOOKS AROUND A COMFORTABLE LIVING AREA THEY TRAVEL THROUGH WITH SEVERAL DOLLS AND STUFFED ANIMALS SPREAD ABOUT THAT LOOKS TYPICAL FOR A PRESCHOOL GIRL LIVING THERE. SARAH (MOM): “Please excuse the mess, we try and keep Callie’s toys in her playroom, but she can’t seem to help bringing out some friends to play with in every room.” SHE GIVES A LAUGH BRIAN: “That’s quite alright, no need to scrub a house down just to have me come over, ma’am.” SARAH (MOM): “Well, I hope you brought your appetite! I made a homemade chicken alfredo pasta?” BRIAN: “Sounds great! Where’s your daughter?” SARAH (MOM): “She’s with my parents for the night. They enjoy having her over, and she loves being with her grandmother.” “That’s like the spider saying that she’s got her web all ready for the fly, right?” Connor said to Beth. BRIAN: “That’s great that you have supportive parents like that!” SARAH (MOM): “Yes, it is!” SCENE - DINING ROOM OF SARAH’S HOUSE THE DINING ROOM FEATURES A TABLE LONG ENOUGH TO SEAT A DOZEN BIG GUESTS AT THE TABLE. AT THE MOMENT, THERE IS A CHAIR AT THE HEAD OF THE TABLE WITH A PLATE SET IN FRONT OF IT AND ANOTHER LAID OUT IN FRONT OF A CHAIR WITH A PINK BOOSTER SEAT ATOP IT. SARAH (MOM): “I hope you don’t mind sitting in Sarah’s seat? Other than her old highchair, it’s the only thing that’ll let you reach the table?” BRIAN BLUSHES, AND YOU CAN TELL HE IS CERTAINLY CONTEMPLATING HIS RESPONSE. “Of course, a Big has a Little over and only has her toddler daughter’s pink booster seat available.” Beth rolled her eyes. “Well, might be too much to ask to buy a boy’s one?” Connor snickered himself. “Not like she’s a rich CEO or anything?” “Not to mention, I guess it would be even creepier to have a brand new booster seat just for him?” Beth shook her head. BRIAN: “That’s understandable, I’m sure you don’t entertain many Littles at your house! SARAH (MOM): “You’re the first that wasn’t one of my friends’ kids!” SHE PAUSES, NERVOUS ABOUT HOW HE’LL TAKE THAT COMMENT. HE SEEMS EQUALLY LEERY. SARAH (MOM): “Do you need a lift up there?” BRIAN: BLUSHES AND SHRUGS, “Probably?” SOON, BOTH ARE SEATED AT THE TABLE AND EATING FROM PLATES SARAH DISHED UP FOR THEM. BOTH SEEM HAPPY AND ENJOYING THEIR CONVERSATIONS. WHEN BOTH BRIAN’S SMALLER PLATE AND SARAH’S LARGER PLATES ARE CLEARED, AND SHE BEGINS TO SPEAK ON CAMERA AGAIN. SARAH (MOM): “Did you enjoy that?” BRIAN: “Yes, ma’am, you weren’t lying, you’re a great cook!” SARAH (MOM): “Thank you for that...” SARAH LOOKS APPREHENSIVE AND RUNS HER FINGERS THROUGH HER CLOTH NAPKIN NERVOUSLY. SARAH (MOM): “Look... Brian, I don’t see any more reason to beat around the bush right now. I have another reason I asked you to come tonight.” “And here it comes…” Connor sighed. “Yep, you’re definitely about to become my baby sibling!” BRIAN: “Oh?” BRIAN APPEARS NERVOUS SARAH (MOM): “The other day, I noticed you acting strange and decided to pay closer attention to what you were working on. BRIAN: “The project?” SARAH (MOM): “You definitely did that! I and the company are going to be eternally grateful for that!” PAUSES AND DRINKS WATER “No, I saw something else?” BRIAN SINKS DOWN IN SEAT AND APPEARS TO BE ATTEMPTING TO DISCREETLY UNDO THE SAFETY BELT LATCH ON THE BOOSTER SEAT. HE’S UNSUCCESSFUL, THOUGH, AND SARAH JUST IGNORES IT. BRIAN: “Umm... what?” SARAH (MOM): “The nanite treatment research?” BRIAN: “Oh... Look, I’m sorry...” SARAH (MOM): “I have a proposal for you, Brian.” BRIAN IS CLEARLY SWEATING AND NERVOUS. “Last chance to run!” Beth said then. Connor laughed, “If he could, I think any normal person would… I doubt you’d get very far, though?” “Probably not,” Beth admitted. BRIAN: “Look, how about I just go home? I’ll put in my two weeks’ notice...?” SARAH (MOM): “We could do that, or you could get your treatment?” BRIAN: “Miss Ingels, with all due respect, I don’t want to be a baby for the rest of my life.” SARAH (MOM): “And I don’t want you to be one for the rest of your life.” BRIAN: “Then... what...?” SARAH (MOM): “You and I both know that those treatments come with a guaranteed adoption, right? BRIAN: NODS AND SIGHS “It’s why I haven’t gone for it yet?” SARAH (MOM): “So how about instead of some random mommy, I get you the treatment? I don’t want to lose that brain of yours, so I promise I’m not going to regress you.” BRIAN: “You’re not?” SARAH (MOM): “At least not the way you think?” BRIAN: “Umm... it’s a nice offer, but...” SARAH (MOM): “I just need your help with my daughter. Help me with her, and I’ll emancipate you - I promise!” BRIAN “Help?” SARAH (MOM): “My daughter has potty issues... I’ve tried everything I can think of. One of my friends suggested a potty training buddy?” BRIAN CLEARLY KNOWS WHERE THIS IS GOING AS HE TURNS COMPLETELY WHITE BRIAN: “Umm... I’ve heard of that. But I’ve never heard of a Little being freed afterward? SARAH (MOM): “I promise you, I’ll do it. I’ll even pay you for the time afterward in addition to paying for your nanite treatment.” BRIAN: “Please just let me go?” SARAH (MOM): “If I let you go tonight, will you think about it?” BRIAN: “No promises.” SARAH (MOM): “Please? We can help each other?” BRIAN: “I’ll think about it. Would you please just let me send for a Bruber?” SARAH (MOM): “Sure...” BRIAN IS LET UP AND USES HIS PHONE TO USE THE BRUBER APP. BRIAN: “Can you show me where your bathroom is while I’m waiting? They said it would be about fifteen minutes?” SARAH (MOM): “Right down here?” SARAH SHOWS HIM THE DOWNSTAIRS BATHROOM THAT HAS A PINK POTTY SITTING INSIDE OF IT NEXT TO A GIGANTIC BIG SIZED TOILET. SARAH (MOM): “Do you need a hand? Or you can use Callie’s potty?” BRIAN BLUSHES BRIAN: “I guess I’ll use her potty. If you’ll excuse me a minute?” SARAH LEAVES, AND SHOT FADES OUT TO THEM WAITING FOR BRUBER BY FRONT DOOR. BRIAN: “How old is your daughter anyway?” SARAH (MOM): “She’ll be six in a couple months.” BRIAN: “Ouch, so I guess the potty issues are severe?” SARAH (MOM): NODS “Yes... Brian, I’m not going to lie to you; I’m absolutely desperate! She’s brilliant beside the potty problems.” BRIAN: “I can see that being rough.” BRUBER ARRIVES AND THEY OPEN DOOR. SARAH (MOM): “Look, I’ll make the deal even better, I’ll pay you for your time, pay for the nanite treatment, and even promise you that, no matter what happens, in a year I will emancipate you?” BRIAN: “A year?!?” SARAH (MOM): “If she starts using the potty before then, as soon as she has five days without any daytime accidents, I’ll let you go?” BRIAN: “I’ll think about it.” SARAH (MOM): “Please do... Be safe going home.” SARAH ASSISTS HIM IN GETTING INTO THE BRUBER AND BUCKLES HIM INTO THE WORN BOOSTER SEAT. CAMERA PANS OUT AS HE DRIVES AWAY AND PANS BACK TO HER FACE. SARAH (MOM): “Please accept...” “The best thing he could do would be to pack his bags and leave the state immediately,” Beth said. “How many people actually manage to do that?” Connor asked her. “Definitely not enough,” Beth admitted. “So, how often does this kind of thing really happen?” “You know how they say life imitates art?” Beth said, “I would say pretty often? Though it had been getting better. I think there’s actually sixty-five percent of Littles living freely as adults here in Ames now?” “That’s much higher than it used to be, right?” Beth nodded at him. “When your mom was here, it was probably about twenty percent?” “So how’d it get better?” “Some new laws were passed, and the Supreme Court ruled on some cases that helped too. Seems to be somewhat of a swing back to the old days, though, with some of the attitudes. The number of diapered Littles in the dorms seems more in line with the old days? Last year, I don’t think there were many daytime diaper users in the nests?” “That does sound like it’s moving in the wrong direction,” Connor nodded at her. “Shall we finish the last part of this Act before we call it a night?” “Sure,” Beth said, reaching over and pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. SCENE - OUTSIDE BRIAN’S APARTMENT BRIAN CLIMBS OUT OF THE CAR, ASSISTED BY THE HOLO ATTENDANT OF THE VEHICLE. AS HE MAKES HIS WAY UP TO HIS APARTMENT HE RUNS INTO ONE OF HIS NEIGHBORS, A TALL BIG WHO IS CARRYING A DIAPER BAG ON HER SHOULDER. NEIGHBOR: “Well, hello there, Brian! You look spiffy tonight?” BRIAN: NERVOUSLY “I had dinner with my boss tonight, to celebrate something at work. NEIGHBOR: “Well, aren’t you such a big boy! Not like my little Dillon! Though, I guess height-wise, he’s a little bigger!” BRIAN: “Umm... yeah...” THE NEIGHBOR CLEARLY HAS HER EYE ON HIM FOR A BROTHER. NEIGHBOR: “Say, how about you come over tomorrow night for dinner at our place?” BRIAN: “I think my boss is going to want me to stay late tomorrow, unfortunately. May I take a raincheck?” NEIGHBOR: “Sure, cutie.” BRIAN SCURRIES UP TO HIS APARTMENT AND BREATHES DEEPLY, KNOWING THAT HE’S NEARLY BEEN ADOPTED. SCENE - INSIDE BRIAN’S APARTMENT BRIAN CLOSES THE DOOR AND SWITCHES TO A COMFORTABLE PAIR OF PURPLE SATIN PAJAMA PANTS AND MATCHING TOP. HE SETTLES IN ON THE LARGE COUCH IN HIS LIVING ROOM AND LOOKS AT HIS PHONE. THERE’S A MESSAGE FROM SARAH. PHONE DISPLAYS THE MESSAGE. SARAH (MOM): ‘I promise if you take me up on this deal, I will let you go no matter what after one year. I’ll even have an agreement notarized and held by a lawyer, who I will pay your legal fees for you to hire to act solely on your behalf.’ BRIAN STARES AT THE PHONE FOR A LONG TIME AND MOVES TO HIS COMPUTER. HE LOOKS AT SEVERAL SITES FOR NANITE TREATMENTS BEFORE SIGHING. HE PICKS UP HIS PHONE AND CALLS. SARAH (MOM): “Hello?” BRIAN: “I want the deal in writing, and you have to promise me no hypnosis or alterations to me besides the nanite treatment.” SARAH (MOM): “Deal!” BRIAN: “Also, I don’t want to eat baby food!” SARAH (MOM): “Deal! The goal is for you to seem like you are doing the same things as my Callie. I don’t feed her baby food, so I won’t give you that either? You’re going to be like a mini-twin sister is my plan, not a baby sister.” BRIAN: “Okay...” SIGH “When do you want to meet again?” SARAH (MOM): “I’ll come pick you up in the morning after I drop Callie off at daycare.” BRIAN: “Okay...” SARAH (MOM): “Brian, thank you!” BRIAN HANGS UP AND WALKS TO A MIRROR. BRIAN: “I just hope I don’t regret this?” END ACT 1 “That is impossible that he won’t regret it,” Beth rolled her eyes. “Yeah… just like it’s impossible, we won’t regret it either,” Connor responded. “I don’t know, I get to see you in a cute set of purple jammies, it sounds like,” Beth smiled at him. She couldn’t help but enjoy the blush that came onto his face. Reaching beside her since they were the same size in the virtual world, she placed her mouth on his and kissed him again. He passionately kissed her back for a moment before an alarm sounded. “Gah!” Beth complained, even as the settings she’d made to get them to bed at a reasonable time shut both devices down and revealed the world as it was. Connor was still cuddled up to her. “Well, this is better anyway?” He told her with a smile. After a few moments of experimenting with the taste of each other’s mouths, they separated, “We’d better get to bed, Connor.” “Yeah,” he nodded. Beth gave him a lift upstairs to his room and, after a quick pat on his back, closed the door behind him before walking to her room. After a trip to the bathroom, she grabbed Rings and settled into the small bed that, unfortunately, fit her just fine. ‘I wonder if I could get Connor to rehearse in the appropriate clothes?’ She thought to herself with a smirk. I CLOSED THE distance to the bathroom and unzipped my sleeper. My need to go pee was horrible!!!!! I tried pulling at the diaper tapes, but much to my dismay, there was no chance of me budging them. ‘These are just the normal baby ones, too!!!!’ I griped. Looking at myself in the mirror, I knew there was no real choice right then, and I let loose into the diaper. Even though my urine kept coming out, the garment managed to keep holding it all in. To my relief, there were at least no signs of leaks right then. Sighing, I pulled the onesie zipper back up and tried to lie down in bed. ‘This potty chart will not look good anymore,’ I grumbled. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please leave me a comment and press the Like button!!! Please leave me a comment as well!!!! Thank you for all of the likes! At this point, I'm planning on posting again next Friday for certain. I may give you one last bonus chapter this weekend, though, if I see enough likes come in to prod me to do so! (After that, I'll definitely be back on weekly postings) If you’ve enjoyed this or any of my other works, consider supporting me by purchasing copies of them on Amazon Kindle! All of my completed works are available here: https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia (And if you do so pretty, please consider leaving me a 5-star review (you can leave the stars, and no public reviews are viewable then!))

Chapter Twenty John stared at his wagon piled precariously high with tomatoes, and his two empty cups. It took a couple of hours, and he was honestly a bit more tired than he thought he would be. But he had a pretty big pile of tomatoes to show for his work. The sun was starting to go down and it was getting a bit chilly out. But his sense of self pride made him feel pretty warm. It felt pretty good to look at work that he had done, something tangible. So he started pulling the literal wagon load of tomatoes over to the porch. He couldn't walk quite normally because of how stiff the diaper was, and that made him worry a little about the future of his underwear. What he saw when he got there was not what he expected. There were four buckets on the ground by the porch. Each of the buckets was easily twenty gallons. So he pulled his wagon up next to the buckets and let go of the handle. Leaning to look into the buckets, he saw that one of them was filled with yellow squash. LOTS of yellow squash, in fact. Moving over to the next bucket, he saw that it was nearly full of green looking squash. And the other two buckets, he found, were full of cucumbers. Hearing the crunching of footsteps on grass behind him, he turned around to see Amanda coming over toward him with a small basket. When she saw him she smiled at him and put the little basket down. Kneeling down, Amanda looked over at the wagon full of tomatoes and pulled him into a hug “You did great! Look at all those tomatoes!” Kind of sheepishly, John looked over at those buckets she had filled in the time it took him to get enough tomatoes to fill only his wagon. It seemed like she could read his mind as he felt one finger on his chin turn his head. “Hey now.” She started admonishing him “Tomatoes take more time. And it looks like you even wiped then all off and cut them all very carefully. I think you did those even better than I could!” The compliment made him blush a bit and he stammered out a meek “Thank you. I want to help.” With that, she scooped him up into a hug and lifted him as she stood up “Well, I think you did very well. Now I need to show you something that you have to avoid, just in case you start wandering around the yard.” As she turned to carry him away, she stopped and looked at Xerxes still following John around “Xerxes: Stay” she said as she started walking. John marveled at the size of the garden, it went from one side of the yard to the other. In most yards that wouldn't have been a big deal, but this was an amazon sized yard. This was at least a couple hundred feet of garden. “Did you plant all of this?” He couldn't help but asking the obvious question. With a pat on his butt, she answered him “Your Aunt Cat is actually stronger than I am so she uses the tiller on the ground at the beginning of every spring and it takes both of us to set up all of these rows because they honestly try to bend and break if you do it by yourself.” He laughed “That's still impressive! This garden is big!” He looked up to see her smiling proudly as she admitted “Thank you, Sweety. I really like my garden. The soil here by the river is also very good, so all I had to do was get rid of all of the bigger rocks in it for the first couple of years.” She had stopped walking and she pointed to a corner of the yard. He could see a low wire fence in an area easily fifty feet wide. “I had to put a low fence up to keep Xerxes out. But this is where I grow all of the hottest peppers. I actually used to sell them, if I'm honest. A lot of people my size like spicy foods, and this little section of garden can pay the utilities for our house by itself.” Getting a good look, it seemed like the area was full of small, brightly colored pepper plants of a few types, all spaced about a foot and a half apart in neat, tight little rows. “That's a lot of peppers” “Well, I like to grow plants. Your Aunt Cat nagged me into selling them, but I didn't like setting up stalls at the farmers markets. So now I have a couple of friends that come and pick them up and they keep half of what they sell for. Then they just give me half when they come back every two weeks for more. I had to plant more because your Aunt Cat eats too many of them.” He couldn't help but shake his head at the absurdity of it all “I don't see how you can eat those things like they're candy.” He felt a pat on his back as she turned and carried him to the house “Well, different tastes. Speaking of, it's getting time to heat something up for dinner. We're having roast chicken and veggies tomorrow, so how about we do something fun and simple today?” “Okay, I'll bite. What counts as fun and simple?” He inquired almost cautiously. Stopping at the porch, she kicked off her own shoes and then tugged his off, dropping them by the door. Opening the door with one hand she watched as Xerxes trotted on through it like royalty on his way to roll on his back on the living room carpet. Shuffling him around from one hip to the other hip like he weighed nothing, John couldn't help but sputter and blush as he was moved face first across two mounds on her chest. She didn't seem to notice at all though, as she got her elbow under his bottom and hoisted him up higher. “Okay! Let's see what we have in the freezer.” She declared as she opened the freezer door with one hand and lifted him up with the other arm. Staring inside quite curiously now, John was surprised. The freezer was big enough that he could have sat in. Which he expected. What he hadn't expected from a woman with more vegetables and plants than he had ever seen in his life, was a freezer half full of pre made pizzas, a chicken half his size, and assorted packs of frozen foods, meatballs, chicken nuggets, and fries. “So uhhh....” he couldn't really figure out how to ask what was in his head at the time. Amanda leaned and bumped her cheek against his “I know. Fridge full of vegetables, freezer full of pizza. We had pizza yesterday so how about … hmmm... Chicken nuggets?” He shook his head “I had those yesterday also.” “Hmm...” she mused “Pineapple chicken?” He shook his head “Please don't do that to me.” She rolled her eyes at him “We're going to have to learn what you like to eat here in our world so we can get things for you. How do you feel about meatballs?” John found himself nodding before he could think about it “Yeah.” He could see her rolling her eyes “That's as clear an answer as I'm going to get.” she commented as she pulled the bag of meatballs out and shut the freezer with her free hand. Still carrying him, she put the bag of meatballs onto the counter and opened a cabinet to reveal it completely filled with jars of homemade sauces and foods. Grabbing a jar full of red sauce, she placed it next to the meatballs and went to a different cabinet, humming to herself as she carried John like she had honestly forgotten that he weighed anything. “Okay. So this is bit of a treat, I usually make all this red sauce with tomato, garlic, and onion. Then I just save it for when company comes over. Now that you're here, I have an excuse to eat my own groceries! Since I don't know your preferences yet, Would you mind picking the pasta that you want?” Nodding an affirmative, he said “Sure!” and she leaned with him so that he could see an organized stack of flat boxes. He grabbed one that looked promisingly small compared to the others, and as he pulled it out it said “Thin flat” and it looked for all the life of him like fettuccine noodles. He held the foot and a half long box up “Yep, This looks like a big fettuccine noodle, I like these!” He felt a pat on his back, but she turned toward the island and leaned him over and said “Okay put that down there.” Once he had put the box of pasta down she slid him down to the floor and said “Okay, go get your step stool from the living room, and I'll get water boiling for the pasta.” Now genuinely happy to be able to participate he awkwardly ran/waddled to the living room to pick up his stool. Once he grabbed it he realized … it was heavy. Not daring to say it out loud, he hunkered down, stood it on one end and held it to his chest and awkwardly waddled back to the kitchen with it. As he made it into the kitchen, Amanda pointed “go ahead and put that here. And climb up” So he put the step stool down and tipped it back upright and climbed up onto it. The counter top still came up to his ribs, but he could at least see. There was a plate next to the bag of meatballs and she had put both of them in front of the microwave. Looking to the right, Amanda already had a pot of water on the stove and a small saucepan. “Okay” she started “If you don't mind, pull six meatballs out of that bag and microwave them for two minutes. We're doing dinner the fast way tonight.” At first he just grabbed the bag and tried to pull the zipper portion open, but frustratingly enough it wouldn't just pop open. Luckily, however, his fingers were small enough to get into the gap and pry it a bit and it just opened up easily after that. Reaching into the bag and grabbing a meatball, John found himself staring. “That … that's the size of a baseball.” “Hmm?” he heard her asking wordlessly behind him. “This … you could make a small hamburger out of one of these.” Now she looked and nodded “So did I guess correctly that you could eat two of them?” Looking at the meatball a bit dubiously “I think I can.” “Well, use the microwave to thaw six of them and then I'll finish them in the sauce.” Amanda explained patiently. With a shrug he pulled six of them out of the bag one at a time and put them on the plate and stretched as far as he could to push the lever to open the microwave door. Only it didn't open. So he jumped and jabbed it with his fingers just hard enough to open it. With a chuckle he tipped the plate up and pushed it in and shut the door. The button were obviously in different places because regardless of dimension, a new microwave is always hard to figure out. While he was staring at it, he heard a whisper in his ear “Just hit the two and press start.” So that's what he did. Once that was going he turned around on the stool and asked “Now what?” With a pat on his head she ruffled his hair and explained “Honestly that's it for the moment. All we can do now is wait. Why don't you move your stool back and once I get these meatballs heating up in the sauce and the noodles in we'll see about printing you an iguana to practice on?” “Sure!” John was ecstatic to be involved in anything remotely meaningful after his last few days so as he hunkered down to pick up the stool, and while he struggled with it a little, he noticed that Amanda did not try to help as he waddled away with it. Dropping the stoop and standing it back upright, he looked up to see Xerxes standing next to him and smelling the air. So John held up his hands to pet him, only to have the giant dog immediately start licking his hands all over. “Eww! Xerxes wh... oh, the meatballs.” he sighed in resignation and let the dog lick his hands. When the Xerxes was finished, John looked up to see Amanda standing with an amused look on her face. “So how about we go and wash your little paws?” She barely got it out without laughing. Really only managing a mumbled “Yeah. That sounds good” he turned and started toward the bathroom. He could hear Amanda following him and when he rounded the couch he found himself looking up at the 'not a child gate' a bit indignantly. Amanda just reached over him and squeeze the handle and swung it open, then she said to him “I know that some littles from our world need a safety gate to the bathroom, but you obviously don't. So if you promise to help me with something, we'll leave this open.” Okay, now he was curious as he turned to look all the way up at her. He noticed that she was carrying the stool he had struggled with by having simply hooked a couple of fingers under it and she was carrying it like no more than a piece of small plastic. He spaced out a moment wondering just how strong these giants actually are. “John?” she waved a hand in front of him. “Oh, sorry, I was just wondering about something. What can I help you with?” She pointed to the gate “Well. I'm willing to leave this open. But if anyone ever comes to visit, and I mean anyone, I need you to come and swing it shut while I answer the door. We have a lot of appearances to keep up in our world. Can you do that for me?” He kind of nodded “I don't really understand why we have to keep up appearances, but I can do that.” She leaned and sat the stool down in front of the sink and turned on the water before speaking slowly, seeming to measure her words carefully. “Well … Our society has a few unspoken rules. Your friend Kate has already gotten the hang of fitting in here. And I think that you will too, given a bit of time. Wash.” He climbed up onto the stool and reached over and just rubbed his hands on the bar of soap while she watched. It was apparent from the look on her face in the mirror that she was thinking. As he was drying his hands on the towel hanging by the sink, she continued “I don't know if it's good dinner conversation, but let's get you that picture printed and see what I can explain. Mind if I carry you?” John bit his lip but ultimately nodded and held up his arms. He was scooped up with one arm under his bottom, and the other hand had the stool and they were going back through the living room. She carried him to the computer desk, sat in the chair and lowered him onto her leg and the stool onto the floor next to her. As she bumped the keyboard the screen lit up and she started “Okay, we have four minutes ...” and she opened a browser and was immediately typing lightning fast. In a moment, there were a bunch of examples of line art iguanas on the screen. “Just point to one you like.” Amanda said while patting him on the back. John leaned and pointed “This one honestly looks exactly like what was in the coloring book, but a bit more detailed. Can I have this one?” With a couple of simple clicks, the printer on the shelf on top of her desk spit out a couple of pieces of paper. Reaching up to take the papers, she slid John off of her lap and held them out to him. “Put these on your desk and come to the dinner table. We have some talking to do.” John nodded and took the papers and walked over to the room next to her desk and placed the papers on his own, albeit smaller and less mature desk. As he walked back to the living room, he couldn't ignore the fact that the thick plastic of his diaper was making walking normally harder and harder. As it was getting, running seemed impossible. Seeing Amanda still in the kitchen putting some plates together, he went back for his step stool. It was another awkward waddle, but by the time he made it back to the table and put it next to the chair his booster seat was in, Amanda was setting two plates onto the table. She watched patiently as he climbed up the stool, onto the chair and slid himself into the booster seat. He frowned a bit as she reached and clicked the lap belt into place and then pushed the chair up so that he was right up against the table. “Is the belt really necessary?” She nodded “There are some things that we can't change and some habits that we have no choice about. Now let's eat while it's still hot!” Deciding to pick his battles, he looked down at the plate. It looked and smelled really good! There was a round bed of thick pasta covered in sauce with chunks of tomato and two big meat balls on top. She had even sprinkled a bit of cheese onto it. The smell alone was making his mouth water. Reaching for the fork that was somehow both comically small and the correct size for his hand, he speared a noodle and spun the fork to wrap it around. Finally he gave up and lifted the half formed ball of pasta covered in red sauce and tiny little chunks of potato to his mouth. He got a mouthful and just bit off the rest of the dangling noodle and let it fall onto the plate. Nodding in approval before he realized it, John found the red sauce to be very savory. It wasn't spicy, but it was definitely seasoned strongly. Eventually swallowing, he asked “Did you make this sauce? It's really good!” After finishing her own bite, Amanda answered “This is the mildest that I make, but yes. It's one of basically two things I don't mind making with the tomatoes that I grow.” Stabbing a meatball, he resorted to just shoving the fork all the way through and sawing a chunk off of it. Quickly rolling it in the red sauce, he popped it into his mouth and nodded approvingly. “This is all very good! Thank you very much.” He tried to say politely. With a nod, Amanda answered “Well of course, I want to feed my new little man well. Eat up, and then I'll try to explain some things about this world during bath time.” They spent several minutes simply having a nice dinner. Amanda was done within a couple of minutes while John sat and struggled with noodles that were just far too long. He was a bit of a mess by the time he was through the second meatball and slowing down. Only at the end of his meal did he think to use his fork to chop a noodle into smaller pieces, but the damage had long since been done in the form of a bit of mess around his mouth and fingers. Running out of steam and taking one more bite before dropping his fork and leaning back and groaning “I'm out.” Amanda was already standing by with a napkin and wiped his face off. He sat there thinking about complaining but honestly it seemed like a losing battle so he just held up his hands and let her wipe them. He tried to hide his yawn from her as she carried the plates to the kitchen. “Heard that.” Shaking his head, he declared “You heard nothing!” She came over and pulled the chair back and unbuckled him. Then she just stood back and waited. Taking the signal, he grabbed the sides of the booster seat and tried to squirm out of it. His padded bottom had slid into place so well, but the diaper was also just the right size when wet to fill the space and wedge him in. As he could see two hands start to reach for him, he pulled his feet up and pushed down against the chair at the same time as pushing down with his arms. He managed to get himself out of the indentation and up into the air just in time to slip, very gracefully of course, off of the small gap between the chair and the booster seat and almost slam face first into the edge of the table. He never hit the table, the two hands had him in the air and he was being carried to the bathroom like nothing happened. “Sweety, I know you want to do everything yourself. And I promise that I'll respect that as best I can. But there are some things that you are just going to have to accept some help with. Can you try to do that for me?” She said it so matter of factly and with genuine care in her voice that it was impossible to argue with her. She carried him through the still open child gate at the bathroom and sat him on the bathroom counter next to the table. She pulled two toothbrushes out of a cup. One seemed normal in her hand and the other seemed child sized next to it. After putting a dab of tooth paste on both of them, the second one was held out to John. Without saying a word, he took the toothbrush and passed it under the sink to get it wet and brushed his teeth, making sure to be thorough he refused to stop until she stopped. Finally when she was done he spit into the sink and cupped his hands to get some water to rinse his mouth before spitting that out, too. Looking down at the floor from the counter he decided that he was going to sit on the counter and wait patiently instead of jumping down, which he was pretty sure would get him fussed at, to say the least. He heard “Okay. So it's time for a bath and I'll try to explain what I can. Then you're getting a night time diaper and some milk. If you can stay awake after that you can draw for a bit. Sound good?” as he was lifted and put onto the floor. Nodding in agreement “Okay, that seems fair enough. May I use the potty first?” She pursed her lips at him, thinking “Can you wait until after your bath?”” “Yeah, I can do that. I umm... “ He turned a bit red and trailed off. She just nodded as she reached down and pulled down the pants he was wearing “You wound up empty earlier. I understand.” Wanting to help, John reached down and pulled on the snaps on the front of the onesie but they wouldn't simply come undone. He watched as two hands came down and with three sort of twisting motions the snaps were undone and the onesie was pulled up over his head. “How did you undo that?” John pried. “Your onesies are all made for active littles. So they can't just come unsnapped while you're running around. … or climbing things.” She answered matter of factly while she started water running in the bathtub. “I ...” He stopped to think about it for a moment “Okay, that sort of makes sense. I may have climbed some things. So … what umm... what's so different about this world that you keep telling me about?” “Well. There's a few things that you're going to appreciate, and a few things that you're not going to. We can't do anything to change any of it. First of all, there are a few foods here that are very nutrient dense for you. So you're going to be healthier here than you would be in your world.” Kind of nodding along as she reached over and squeezed the front of his diaper, he admitted “Okay, so that's a plus.” “Downside.” She poked the front of his diaper. “Something in our food and water just goes right through you.” He looked down “What!?” “Sorry Sweety. You're not soaked, but you are pretty wet.” “Ugh.” was all he could muster. “Were you able to notice at all?” she asked very innocently. He tried to cook up a lie, but ultimately shook his head no without bothering to say anything. “Well, not to worry. That means that the diaper did an excellent job of soaking it up and keeping your skin dry. Plus it's bath time. You're going to get a bath before bedtime almost every night.” “I'm never going to get used to the days here.” John complained. “Oh don't worry.” With two quick flicks the diaper fell to the floor with a soft thud. “You'll get used to it. You just need a bit of sleep during the day.” He was lifted and as she turned to lower him into the bathtub he noticed a frothy coating of light pink bubbles. “Oh hey, bubble bath!” he simply couldn't help but observe out loud. With a nod as she lowered him into the water “I said I'd get you some. I hope it helps you to feel less shy about bath time.” Sliding into the bubble covered water up to his ribs, he admitted freely “Oh yeah, this is much better. Thank you.” He was rewarded with a pat on the head and a rag covered in soap. “Okay. You scrub what you can and then I'm washing that adorably messy hair.” As he set about scrubbing himself, John was actually grateful to her for it, despite the fact that she was hovering over him ready to finish the job if he didn't do well enough. “Okay. So about our society here...” Amanda took a deep breath and started to explain “In this world maturity is valued more than essentially anything else. We must always seem to be a bastion of maturity. So as you can imagine, littles in our world wind up acting as mature and unimaginative as possible to try to fit in.” “What's wrong with having a little imagination?” John asked while scrubbing himself. “Well. Try this. You know how you name things? Is that normal in your world?” “Well yeah. Not everyone does it all of the time, but it's not at all unusual.” With a quick inhale and exhale, she began again “Here in this world that could be used as an excuse to label someone as immature. Even someone my size. A side effect of valuing maturity above all else is that somewhere along the way it became like a competition to be the MOST mature. And that became normal. So now you have no idea of knowing who is secretly a fun person and who is just a dry and boring person that hates anyone that tries to enjoy life in a way they don't approve of.” “Okay but wait. There's no way that just playing around and naming a squirrel and having a little fun in your day can get you into trouble.” He argued. He figured that he must be hearing this wrong. “Oh Sweety. That's why I told you to just be yourself. Many people here suppress any sense of wonder or imagination because they're afraid of being punished. So you saw how silly your Aunt Cat and Kate were and how much fun they had while they were here?” John could only nod mutely. “Well, when they are out and about in the city, your Aunt Cat has the absolute most stern and serious face of anyone you have ever met. And she takes Kate with her and Kate plays her part too. She didn't want to leave Kate in a day care after what she had been through, so now Kate goes with her and even proudly shows off products for littles. They look like the most boring family in the world when they're in public.” “Aunt Cat? Boring?” His voice fully portrayed his disbelief. Amanda now took the rag from him and lathered it up “You keep stopping, I'm scrubbing you now.” And sure enough she scrubbed him all over while she continued “Not everyone can keep up the act. I made it through college, but I moved out of town because I can't do it all day long like Cat can. Give it a couple of months and you and I can learn to act like the perfect family when in public. You have a bit more freedom, but there are a few lines that you must never cross. ESPECIALLY in public, do you understand?” “I umm” he paused as she lifted him and started scrubbing him a lot lower, causing him to blush “I think so. No fighting or running away, breaking into the zoo and stealing an elephant. Things like that?” Finally she laughed at the last part. “I meant like no tantrums in public, no swearing, things like that. When you start to feel stressed, use your pacy and hold your stuffie. I'll do my best to get you back home safely and unspanked.” “But why wouAAAA” he stopped talking as she got his feet “Excuse me Ma'am, those are not made for tickling.” “Oh, but they are perfect for it.” She leveled a disarming smile at him. “Okay, okay. But why would I get spanked? I'm an adult.” She shook her head “You are an adult, but in public here you are not a grown up. There is a very … tall difference. And if you say a curse word, I promise you that your bottom is getting spanked. If you say one in public, and I don't do it, someone else WILL. It's simply not tolerated for a little to swear.” “Well that's just stupid. I don't swear often as a habit, but everyone swears on accident eventuaGAHH!” He was interrupted by a cup of water being poured on his head. As she put shampoo on her hands and lathered up his hair she continued “You will find no one, not even myself, will tolerate curse words from a little. Standard practice for a little that swears is a spanking, time out, and a pacifier that locks in place while you think about how to better control your language. I am very understanding, but swearing is a habit that no Big will tolerate. Sorry.” As she finished with his hair he sat in silence, thinking about the warnings that Kate had given him. Before he knew it, the drain plug was being pulled and Amanda was grabbing a huge towel. “Up.” He immediately got up onto his knees and was lifted and wrapped in a towel and scrubbed with it all the way to the floor in front of the toilet, where he was then fully dried top to bottom and his hair dried even more with the towel. “Okay, do you need to potty?” He looked at the toiler and admitted “Can I at least try?” She nodded at him in understanding and he could feel his entire body blushing as she picked him up, still naked, and sat him on the toilet. With her leaning over to keep him from walling backwards or forwards he wound up biting his lip as he only got a view of her chest. “John... get to it.” she admonished him. So he closed his eyes and only managed to get out a bit of pee. “Sorry, that's all I've got.” “Totally fine!” Amanda declared as she wrapped him up in a towel and flushed the toiler. Reaching down to pick up the balled up diaper, she carried him into the bedroom and sat him, towel and all, onto the changing table. He actually got to see that there was a little container with a closed top that she put the diaper into. As he watched her pull out a thick diaper from under the the changing table he went ahead and scooted himself back and laid down on the changing table. The instant his back hit a certain spot, the two bars just flopped on top of him pinning him in place. He pushed at them experimentally an only managed to pin himself a bit lower into the cushion. As long as he didn't fight against it at all, it was like they weren't there. The second he tried to move or get up he found himself pinned to the table harder. Wordlessly, he could see Amanda working and as she took his legs in one hand and lifted like he weighed nothing, he couldn't really help but notice that the padded table top was comfortable, but it had this odd halfway plasticy feel to it. In just a few moments, he had powder on him and a diaper pulled up into place and taped on pretty snuggly. He could just make out the feeling of Amanda bumping something with her knee and the bars just stood back upright. “And up you go!” She declared while she picked him up and put him on the floor. “What would you like to wear to bed. We have pajamas, onesies, and just plain old comfy shirts.” John wasn't paying much attention to her. He could barely stand up. Why was this diaper so thick!? “Hey umm... this is … really stiff. I … can't get my knees anywhere near each other at all.” He didn't want to admit it, but walking in this thing was going to be a circus act to say the least. “I'll tell you what. Let's just get you in a shirt real fast and I'll carry you to the couch. Deal?” “Sure … I guess that's fine.” It was begrudgingly, but he did concede that he wouldn't be walking anywhere. He stood there in his room as best he could while Amanda went out and came back into the room with a blue shirt with a puppy on it. “Hands up!” she said. So he went along with it as she pulled the shirt down over him and scooped him up with a hand under his now thickly padded bottom. With just a few strides she was out the door and depositing him onto the couch. As he was sat down, he was handed a stuffed puppy “Okay. Your job is to hold onto Rupert. I'm going to heat you up a bottle of milk, and then we're going to have a nice little snuggle on the couch. Okay?” He could really only take Rupert and nod. He wasn't proud of how long he spent trying to get comfortable on the couch. He was really only halfway comfortable sitting with his legs out sort of wide. He gave an experimental poke to the diaper he was not stuck in. Within a minute he gave up on any of that and laid on his belly with his bottom turned up so that he could reach down to pet Xerxes while he waits. And that was exactly how Amanda found him, butt up in the air reaching down to pet the dog. She patted him on the bottom while laughing a little “Okay, we have a new rocking chair to break in. So you grab Rupert and I'll grab a blankie.” John grabbed Rupert, and tried to stand up, but honestly failed. So he settled for holding onto the stuffie while she threw a blanket over her shoulder and grabbed the bottle and a pacifier for some reason. Then he was picked up and rotated sideways against her chest and was carried across the living room. In all of the commotion he hadn't even looked at the rocking chair over by the window. And now she was leaning back and sliding into place in it, looking around he could actually see out of the window, but it was night time outside so there wasn't much to see. “Okay, I know you are going to want to complain, but our milk is very nutrient dense and the Doctor said you need two bottles of it a day to get you good and healthy. So can I want you to try your best to drink as much of this as you can, okay?” He could tell from her voice that it was less of an ask and more of a tell. “Okay.” was really all he felt the need to say. And then she simply leaned back and pulled him into place. His padded butt went right in between her thighs with his feet off to her right. The blanket was pulled up over him and her torso and he was tucked in nice and warm with Rupert to his chest. And as she leaned back a bit further his head slid right into place on the front of her left breast like it was the perfect pillow. Much as he wanted to hate this, every bit of how he was positioned was just perfectly comfortable. He was a bit distracted by what he was using as a pillow, but bottle coming up to his lips quickly stopped him from dwelling on it too long. John pinned his lips shut for a moment to stop the nipple of the bottle from going into his mouth, but when a drop of milk came out onto his lips he licked it. It was warm. And it was good. Yet again he was surprised to find that it was -VERY- good. He opened up and let the nipple go into his mouth and started drinking it like he was on a mission. The entire world went away. He was wrapped up tightly against a warm giant body, he was comfortable, and he had milk. And there he stayed, taking in the somehow addictive milk with his eyes closed. He didn't move a muscle except to suck the milk out of the bottle. There was no concept of time until he got a mouthful of air and the bottle was taken away from him. He grumbled a bit, but for his trouble he was just shuffled onto her shoulder and his back was patted firmly. Sleepily he grumped “I do not nee” and he interrupted himself with a loud belch. Amanda slid him back into place and now held up the pacifier up to his mouth “I know you don't need to burp now.” With his eyelids starting to get heavy, he opened his mouth and let the pacifier in. He could feel a finger pushing it gently back and forth which caused him to suck on it with the motion. With a nice deep breath he could feel his entire body relaxing, and going limp. He couldn't manage to open both eyes. It was a feat to crack one of them open as he yawned. With his head on her chest he could hear her heartbeat and feel just how soft and warm she was. “This part isn't so bad” he said quietly as he felt himself drifting off to sleep.

Sorry it has been awhile. Hopefully will get back to posting with consistency Chapter 41 Angela had eventually gone to bed, but she did not get much more sleep. She was worried about Danny. Ashley seemed a bit distant today, but she had not worried too much about that. She could deal with that issue later. The little boy had been so frightened by his dream that she was worried about how he would be when he woke up. She had swaddled him before she put him down so that he would not struggle during the night and hurt himself. She was not waking Danny up today. He could sleep as long as he needed. If it changed plans for her and her family so, be it. She had already informed all of her family about Danny’s rough night, and they all knew plans were subject to change depending on Danny’s emotional state. Angela heard Danny wake up and rushed in to check on him. He seemed confused about being swaddled but not freaking out. She rushed over and picked him out of the blanket. He was still dressed in only a thick diaper that Angela checked, and it was soaked and messy but not leaking. She expected at much as it was the first time, he was breastfed from the source which makes it more potent. “Good morning sleepyhead,” Mama Angela cooed. “How are you feeling this morning?” “Good,” Danny said embarrassed as he remembered last night. “Sorry about last night. I did not mean to wake anyone.” “Danny did you purposely have a nightmare?” Mama Angela asked in a tone normally reserved for small children. “No,” Danny said. “It is not something we can control.” Danny was now confused, could amazons or littles from this dimension control their dreams. “Exactly it was nothing you could control,” Mama Angela pointed out. “So, you should not be sorry. It is our job to take care of you. I would be upset if you had a nightmare like that and were that scared and hid it from us. Now let’s get you changed and ready for a yummy breakfast.” Danny was carried to the changing table where his admittedly uncomfortable diaper was taken off and she began wiping him. “Good thing we have these thick diapers for little Danny to wear to bed,” Mama Angela cooed. “Otherwise, all this mess might have made it to the bed, and nobody likes a wet or poopy bed.” Danny blushed at that comment. He ignored it completely as she continued changing him. Once she had him wiped, she decided to blow on his belly to get Danny laughing at least. She finished taping the new diaper on. She carried him downstairs in just a diaper and sat him in his highchair. “Um,” Danny said. “Aren’t you going to get me dressed?” “Not right now Danny,” Mama Angela told him. “I don’t want you getting vomit or food on your clothes before we take you to grandma’s house.” “But,” Danny tried to protest. Before he could finish his sentence, he got another surprise. Mama Angela had a bowl of scrambled eggs being brought over to the highchair. “Danny it is your first time eating solid food since coming to this dimension,” Mama Angela explained. “If you throw up it is a lot easier to clean you up without a shirt. As soon as you are done eating, I will get you dressed.” “Fine,” Danny said as he reached for the spoon, only for the bowl to be pulled out of his reach. “Nope,” Mama Angela said. “I am going to feed you nice and slow to make sure your tummy is okay.” Danny rolled his eyes but did not say anything. Mama Angela noticed his annoyance but did not say or do anything about it. She just started to slowly feed her little boy. She assumed he was fussy because he was hungry and did not get the best night’s sleep. Danny complied with the feeding because it was the first solid food, they had offered him since being here. He did not want to go back to baby food again. Once Danny finished his eggs, Mama Angela picked him up and took him to a chair in the living room. She pulled up her shirt to reveal a nursing bra. She tried to guide Danny to her breast, but he resisted. “Come on Danny,” Mama Angela cooed. “Drink up.” “No thank you,” Danny replied. “I can just take a bottle. No need to put yourself out.” “It is fine Danny,” Mama Angela tried to reassure him. “It is much easier this way than having to pump it and put it in a bottle. Plus, it is healthier for you to have it from the source.” “Or I can have normal milk like before,” Danny said. “Danny,” Mama Angela cooed. “You have been drinking breast milk since you got to this dimension. It has the highest nutritional value of any drink and with how bad your stomach was we needed to make sure you got enough nutrients. I know you feel a lot better but your still on a limited diet so you will drink the milk now drink up.” Danny still refused to drink the breastmilk. He was now annoyed at Mama Angela for not ever mentioning it was breastmilk but realized he never asked. He wondered if she would have answered truthfully if he even thought of asking. He still would not drink now that he knew. Mama Angela sighed. This is why she never told Danny the truth about what he was drinking. She knew for his own health. She hated doing it, but she started tickling his foot and when he began laughing, she put her breast in his mouth. Danny tried to not drink but she was not letting him pull his head away from her breast. “Sweetie,” Mama Angela cooed. “You need to stop fussing and drink. I am not letting you pull away and before you even think of trying it your teeth will hurt a little, but they are not strong enough to break the skin or make me let you go. The easiest way is to just get it over with and drink your milk. Don’t make this any harder on the two of us than it must be. Mama Angela looked to her wife for support, but Ashley look was one of I told you so. Angela knew that Danny’s was more likely cranky due to his bad night, but she needed him to drink and take a long nap in order to be himself when he meets his cousins. Danny knew he would be in serious trouble if he bit her. He still did not want to drink but he was struggling to find another option. He ended up drinking a little and once he started, he could not stop drinking. He suckled as Mama Angela cooed praises to him. He drank one breast and Mama Angela switched him to her other breast where he continued drinking. When he finished, she burped him and took him upstairs. “Now let’s get dressed and get on the road,” Mama Angela cooed as she put him down on the changing table and went into his dresser. Danny was worried about what she would pull out but was semi relieved when he she pulled out a plain white tee shirt and a pair of overalls. She quickly got him dressed. “Well Danny,” Mama Angela cooed. “Let’s go”

I loved everyone's thoughts about Avery and Darlene interactions how Avery could perceive it. Like in real life we always don't perceive things the same with the same interactions with people. Please continue to enjoy the next installment. Chapter 14 - Frustration Builds The following day, Christy returned just after Avery had gotten his coffee from Darlene's office. She was busy typing on her computer at her desk and barely glanced up as he shuffled past. Avery knew he should engage in some kind of conversation to appease her, but he couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. She didn't even look up from her computer screen as he took a sip of his coffee and left the K-Cup in the Keurig. Avery was relieved to make it outside without too much fuss, but as he stepped out the door, he heard Darlene's strong voice behind him. "Avery, don't forget to take the empty K-Cup out and put it in the trash," she said sternly. "I told you before, you can't just leave it there. It's not considerate to the other people who use this office." Avery stopped in his tracks and turned around to face her. She was still typing, but now her eyes were pointed directly at him. He could tell she was trying to contain her frustration. "Yes, Ms. Matatesa, sorry," he said quietly. Then he turned around and opened the Keurig, removed the used K-cup, tossed it in the trash can, and quickly exited her office without looking back. He was embarrassed and felt a little guilty for not following the directions, but it wasn't like he was trying to be disrespectful. He had just forgotten at that moment. Still, he made a mental note to be more mindful of the K-cups. Avery walked slowly back to his desk with the cup of coffee, dreading what Christy might do if she found out about his diapers. He prayed Christy hadn't gone snooping in his backpack and stumbled across the extra diaper he had so carefully hidden away. His heart raced as he tried not to make any noise from the crinkling sound of his diaper underneath his pants. Christy already knew about the accident from the previous week and the pull-ups from his backpack. Even though she said it was okay, He could only imagine that it would be far more embarrassing if she figured out how he was now using diapers instead at his age and how infantile it made him feel thinking about this. He slowly sat on his chair, barely able to breathe as the humiliation weighed down on him. Christy seemed oblivious to Avery's trepidation; she immediately launched into her ideas about how she could update the program, completely oblivious to Avery's apprehension. "I spent all day yesterday looking over the code," Christy said confidently. "I'm certain I can extract the existing code and replace it with the new calculations you described so we can test it out." Avery was impressed by her enthusiasm and eagerness to learn as he listened carefully to her detailed explanation of her approach. Yesterday, Avery was teaching Christy, and today, the roles seem reversed. He asked pointed questions to clear up any confusion, and gradually, he was able to relax as the tension dissipated. He felt more comfortable in her presence and was able actually to enjoy the conversation as he did yesterday. After a good hour or so of discussion, they had worked out a plan of action for how Christy could implement the new algorithm into the software. "Thanks for your hard work," Avery said, feeling proud and still happy to have someone not demeaning him. "Let's check back in on Monday after you have some time to work on it over the weekend. I need to finish up how to resolve the quadratic equations so that we only get one answer." Christy nodded with a smile before turning back to her computer screen with renewed energy and focus. "Sounds great," she said before making notes on her computer - this time with purpose instead of confusion. Darlene's jaw tightened as Avery and Christy chatted away. She huffed and rolled her eyes - what a contrast! As for herself, she barely got a hello from Avery, but with Christy, it was like they had known each other forever. Darlene couldn't help but think sarcastically to herself: 'Oh, now I see how it is.' The ease of their conversation lit a fire of jealousy inside her. She didn't know why she was envious. She assumed it was because she had a close, respectable relationship with all her employees. She tried to remind herself that Avery wasn't her employee. She was just housing the young man. Christy asked cheerily, "Would it be fine if I stayed and ate lunch here at the desk with you?" Avery hesitated. He really needed the bathroom, but he didn't want to hurt Christy's feelings, so he tried to keep his discomfort from showing. Avery nodded slowly. "Sure," he said. Christy smiled and opened her lunchbox. "Here," she said, offering half of her peanut butter sandwich and cutting an apple in half to share with him. She spread out a napkin on the desk for them. "How's that?" Avery was a little embarrassed that Christy assumed he didn't bring lunch as he felt like a little kid being given his lunch because his mommy didn't pack him lunch. "Perfect, Thanks." He gave a half-ass smile. Darlene stepped into the lunchroom and was taken aback when she saw Christy and Avery in a deep discussion, sharing lunch. "How is it going?" she asked, somewhat hesitantly. Christy beamed up at her. "We’re trying to get Avery's calculations working so we can test them out," she said proudly, “I think we’re making really good progress.” Avery stayed silent, only offering a half-nod that seemed to Darlene more like aversion than agreement. She tried to act interested in their work, but as much as she probed and asked questions, Avery would not answer. Christy did her best to fill the awkward silence and offer her the respect that she wanted from Avery. Avery felt a burning surge in his bladder as he finished his lunch, dread sinking in the pit of his belly as Christy looked his way. He felt an uncomfortable, wet heat prickle his skin as he struggled to keep a panicked plea from escaping his lips. The need for the bathroom had steadily grown, but now it had seemingly jumped up to the point that Avery was struggling to keep his bladder sphincter clenched. He saw Christy looking at him oddly; it must’ve been very clear something was wrong. “I… I need to be alone now.” Avery stuttered. He was aware of how rude he was being, but Avery needed Christy to leave before he rushed off to the bathroom like a toddler. “Is everything OK?” Christy asked with a frown. She wasn’t going anywhere. “Uh-huh,” Avery grunted. It felt like there were red alarms blaring in his head. He needed to get to the little boy's room right away, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Alright…” Christy replied as she picked up her laptop. Avery felt bad. Christy was being so nice to him and helping him with his work, and he was being so rude. Maybe one day he could explain what was going on to her, but right now, he needed her to go away before he embarrassed himself. Christy didn’t understand the urgency as she felt like he was pushing her away. But she didn’t want to ruin the working relationship, so she agreed as she packed up her notes and computer and headed back to her desk a couple of levels below. Avery watched her go with his feet tapping the floor nervously. As soon as Christy was out of sight, he hurriedly grabbed his backpack and stormed out; he felt a warm rush of urine escape into the diaper as the warm liquid drenched around his sensitive skin. That was OK; a small dribble was nothing as long as he made it to the toilet, which was mostly dry. His steps quickened as the crinkles of the diaper made their presence known, and his body ached with desperation. He knew the few people in the office might hear his disposable underwear as he hurried by, but it was truly an emergency. He quickly made his way to the bathroom, praying for an empty stall waiting for him. When he arrived, Avery's heart sank as all the stalls were taken. Tears welled in his eyes as his bladder grew increasingly uncomfortable, threatening any moment to burst open like a dam. In a desperate attempt to seek solace, he stepped outside of the bathroom and waited on the edge of despair. He felt like a child doing the potty dance as he waited for someone to vacate the bathroom. Suddenly, someone opened one of the doors, providing Avery with a glimmer of hope. Without hesitation, he rushed forward, nearly pushing the startled person aside and barreling towards the open stall. The man yelled out. "What the hell! Are you that desperate?" Avery entered the stall, almost slamming the door and locking it. He quickly pushed down his diaper to his knees. The tapes stretched but held firm. He sat down on the seat for half a second before letting loose a long, hard stream of pee into the toilet in relief. All the while, he was mindful of what his neighbor might be thinking about why he'd chosen this stall over the other urinals. He heard the guy he had pushed mutter something under his breath as he left the room but was too relieved at making it to care. After he finished peeing, he sat down on the toilet and waited for everyone to leave the bathroom so he could change his diaper without anyone noticing or hearing. As soon as the room was empty, he quickly took off the wet diaper, pulled a clean diaper from his backpack, and placed it on the seat beside him. He grabbed handfuls of wet paper towels from the dispenser and wiped himself down when he leaned over. In this position, he quickly changed himself into a dry diaper, pulling the plastic-lined material between his legs and up over his bottom. Feeling secure again, he stood up and pulled his pants back up. He listened carefully and heard no one else around. Holding his backpack closed with one hand, he rushed to the trash can by the sink and disposed of the dirty diaper. Avery returned to his desk and continued to look for how to resolve the equation. He quickly got to work on resolving the cubic equation, which was difficult. He had to get this resolved to move to the next step in his calculations. Avery was very frustrated, but he didn't give up. He kept working on the problem, and eventually, he came up with a new method for solving cubic equations. This method was similar to Cardano's method. Avery realized his modified Cardano's mathematical method is a bit complicated, but it's not too difficult to understand. His basic idea was to transform the cubic equation into a quadratic equation and then solve the quadratic equation using the quadratic formula. As Avery realized this, he started to solve the formula, thinking how to do this non-graphically so it could be programmed into a computer. He made progress and nearly had it when Darlene came back after lunch and a meeting. She thought she would give the conversation a try as she stopped by his desk. "Are you making any good progress on your problem?" she asked him as all she got was silence. "Ah, not really," he responded quietly without looking up. "Well, if you would like to talk about it, I'm here," she responded. "I am good," Avery replied.. Frustrated, Darleen stormed back into her office and yanked open the Keurig. Another K-Cup! Again! How many times did she have to remind Avery not to use it without asking? She tossed the coffee into the trash can and slammed the lid shut, refusing even to consider bothering Avery for the day. Avery finished up his work and was ready to go home. He was feeling content with the progress he had made and was looking forward to playing a bit of PlayStation before going to bed. Avery packed up his things and headed out of the office. Avery paused in the hallway to take one last glance at Darleen's office. He saw her hunched over her desk, scribbling notes and scowling as she read through a stack of papers. He couldn't help but feel a bit of admiration for her drive and determination - even if it was intimidating.

Hello. I fell behind in posting new chapters here. Here's two more chapters today, and then there's one more I want to share with you sooner than later... Sixty-Four With a heavy sigh, I opened the door to Mommy’s office on Monday morning and trudged through the threshold. I was half-expecting her to have a smart-ass comment ready to go, though she seemed to be biting her tongue. Looking at her face, though, I could tell there was plenty she wanted to say. The room remained silent for a few moments. I stood in the center of the room, as I usually did when I came to her office in the morning. I was waiting for my diaper-check. I felt tired. Emotionally. Physically. My body felt like it weighed five times as much as it usually did, and everything I did was just that much more exhausting than it should’ve been. “So,” she finally said, not standing up from her seat. “How was your weekend?” She knew the jist of what had happened the day before. I didn’t share all the details, but I had shared enough. I told her I had gone to see Megan, and that I was there when Mommy gave the command for me to mess myself. I told her that Megan had taken it upon herself to send the photos on my behalf, inadvertently sending them to the wrong person. I told her that I didn’t know what had happened right away. And then, I had sent the photos to Mommy in the hopes that she’d buy this story. As best as I could tell, Mommy seemed onboard with this story. What I hadn’t told her was that the photos had been sent to my actual birth mother. I wasn’t necessarily opposed to telling Mommy about this fact, but I was still refusing to think about that aspect myself. I hadn’t told Megan about the error she had made. I hadn’t told Lyndie. Or Ava. Or Evan. “I made some mistakes yesterday,” I finally answered. Mommy snorted and shrugged, leaning back in her office chair as she sipped from her steaming cup of coffee. “It sounds like you may have gotten carried away. As you tend to do.” “I’m sorry, Mommy.” She lifted her eyebrows curiously. “Sorry? To me? For what, Baby?” “I…should’ve kept you updated as to what I was doing. I shouldn’t have gotten so carried away. I should’ve sent the photos myself. I should’ve…” “Stop,” she said, holding an open palm out towards me. “You don’t owe me an apology. But I do worry about you.” “Y-you do?” “It seems to be happening more and more. You get so caught up in one of your little ‘baby moments’ that you seem unable to think like a rational adult.” I shrugged. “I know. I don’t know what to do about that.” Also…wasn’t this just as much her fault? This was her world that I had been pulled into. “I’ll tell you what I’m tempted to do,” she said. “I’m tempted to get a little collar for you. And I’d attach a leash to it and keep you at my side at all times. You wouldn’t get much farther from me than the extent of the leash, and then I’d be able to keep an eye on you at all times.” I found the idea to be completely humiliating, though not entirely bad. I sort of liked it. And she was right–it’d be a lot harder for me to get into trouble if I couldn’t leave her side. I offered a little nod, unsure of what else to say. “Alas, I bet that would be kind of frowned upon,” she sighed. “We get away with a lot around here, but I’m sure someone would draw a line when they saw employees on leashes.” The topic of our already-strange office culture brought me back to the initial reason I reached out to Megan in the first place. “A-actually…on that note, I learned some more about what’s going on with Thomas Pritchard.” “Is that so?” Mommy leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on her desk. “Please tell me more.” “I think he did want to go to complain and make a big deal about not getting promoted. But then Mr. Yang saw an opportunity and started telling him about the baby stuff with the assistants.” “I see,” she said. “And Megan told you this?” I nodded. “I don’t know how, exactly, but I think the plan is to have Thomas Pritchard reveal enough that the board is forced to do something about the executive team.” “Hrm,” Mommy grunted. “And I assume Yang thought he had a plan where he could somehow swoop in and grab some more power for himself?” I shrugged. “Maybe? But I think that plan might be falling apart a little…” I stopped myself. I was on the verge of telling her about Lyndie’s plans to distract Thomas with diapers–a plan so insane that it might actually be working. But it wasn’t my place to talk about that. I was risking getting Lyndie into trouble–especially while I didn’t know all the details. “Why do you think that?” Mommy asked. “I, uh…I guess I don’t actually know. It’s just a hunch.” “No offense, Baby. But I’m not sure that hunches are going to save the day here.” I blushed, feeling a little dumb for opening my mouth about it at all. Though I was thankful that I hadn’t done any damage to Lyndie. “Well then,” she said, finally standing up from her chair. “Let’s take a look at this morning’s diaper, shall we?” Routine felt good. It felt normal. It helped block out some of the stress I was feeling in my chest. The unanswered text message from my mother. The secrets I was keeping about Lyndie and Thomas. And Lyndie and Bradley. And me and Ava. And maybe all the details of my day with Megan. For a few moments, I could just block it all out as Mommy pulled down my pants and inspected my diaper. “A little damp,” she reported. “I was expecting this to be a little more swollen this morning.” “Hm?” “Did you know I keep a spreadsheet? More of a ‘potty chart,’ if I’m being honest.” My cheeks reddened at the thought of Mommy keeping track of my diaper usage. “You do?” “Oh yes. It’s actually a rather impressive looking doc. Come here. I’ll show you.” She walked behind her desk, pulling up a file on her laptop. I waddled behind, my pants still around my ankles as I tried not to fall over. And there it was–a rather expansive spreadsheet with various tabs for each week, and notes made throughout. Some of it made sense to me. Yellow and brown cells weren’t too challenging to decipher. But then there were blue cells too. The chart also seemed to account for things like how long I had been in a particular diaper and who ended up changing me. It was so thorough that it was actually kind of…sweet. “There’s gaps here and there,” she said to me. “Obviously I’m not with you 24/7. Another argument for the leash, I suppose.” I blushed again. “That’s…quite a lot of data.” “Well, I do have a love of numbers and information,” she said. “Hence my role in the company.” “And that’s all…me?” She nodded. “Your entire soggy, stinky, time as my baby–condensed into a spreadsheet. But, I can do some rather interesting things with it. We’re coming to a point now where there’s enough data that I can start making predictions about your diaper habits. Case in points, you’re most likely to come to work in a very wet diaper on Monday mornings. And you usually go through more diapers on a Friday than any other day.” I had to step away. Waddle away, really. It was weird seeing all that information in one place. Every diaper. Every humiliating trip from my desk to Mommy’s office, or to Lyndie’s nursery. Every embarrassing story. Every time I almost had a panic attack because I thought someone could smell me–it was all here. And the longer this went on, the more she’d be able to glean from this information. She’d know me–the diapered part of me, at least–better than I’d know me. She probably already did. I wasn’t upset about it. It was just a lot. “The board meeting is this week,” Mommy finally said. I swore that I heard the slightest waver in her tone. Worry, perhaps? “The one where Thomas is supposed to…” “Yes,” she said, nodding. “Do you think we should be…worried?” She sighed. “I’m not worried. Though I do think this week is going to be a challenge.” “What can I do?” I asked. “To help you. To help anyone, I guess.” “You just keep using your diapers for me, Baby. I’ll take care of this.” I nodded, feeling my cheeks warm a little. “Of course. But…” “Yes?” “What if…it’s the worst case scenario? What if everything falls apart?” Mommy smiled. I needed to see that–a genuine and warm grin. “Baby, I have a plan B. And a plan C. And a plan D. I can’t predict the future, but I can at least be ready for it.” I nodded, feeling some comfort from those words. “Now then, I’ve got a few calls this morning that I should get ready for. I sent you an email this morning with some files that I need pulled, so maybe you could take care of that for me?” “Yes, Mommy.” “Thank you for being such a good boy.” That never failed to get the dopamine going. “I, uhm, suppose it's inevitable that I use this diaper a little bit more than I already have…” “I could use the pick-me-up,” she said, smiling. “Even if I’m on a call, you come in here and show me when you do.” “Yes, Mommy.” She pulled up my pants for me, tucking my shirt back into them and fastening my belt again. Such a simple gesture, but one that still managed to make me feel wonderfully small. “Off you go then, Baby.” But I couldn’t go back to my desk and start my actual work just yet. My little flub about Lyndie’s plans with Thomas had me thinking that I really needed to know more about what was going on there. Especially if the future of our jobs depended on it. As I walked across the office, I was thinking about… Well, I was thinking about a lot of things. I was thinking about everything, truth be told. I was thinking about Ava, who would be leaving the company soon. I was thinking about whatever debacle Lyndie had gotten herself into with Thomas. I was thinking about Megan. I sighed, remembering that I still hadn’t talked to my mother. There were a number of unanswered texts from my mother on my phone. Eventually, I was pretty sure that I’d have to talk to her. And the longer it took for me to reach out, the harder it would be to make excuses. Would she believe me if, ten years from now, I finally called her and said that my phone was hacked and that the photos weren’t mine? My life is a fucking mess. My knock on the nursery door was almost immediately answered by Lyndie, who–like Mommy–had a slightly worried look on her face. “Oh, hey Clark.” “Everything alright?” “Come inside,” she said, beckoning me to follow her with her hand. I did, and she closed the door behind her. I had to ask again: “Everything alright?” She drew in a long breath before responding. “Hopefully?” “What’s, uh, going on?” “Tommy. Uh…Thomas. He was supposed to come by this morning, but he’s kind of a no-show right now.” I wasn’t entirely sure what the stakes were here, but her nervous energy was making me a little nervous too. “How bad is it if he doesn’t come?” “I worry that it would mean that he’s decided to still go through with talking to the board.” “As opposed to…doing what, exactly, with you? Like, I know you offered him diapers–and you said he seemed to take the idea–but what then?” She shrugged. “I thought it would be pretty straightforward. I put him in diapers. Treat him like a baby. And then, voila, he drops whatever plans he had and we all move on with our lives.” “He was into it, wasn’t he?” I asked. “You made it sound like he was really into them.” “He was,” she nodded. “You should’ve seen his face, Clark. Lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree or something. The boy probably has all sorts of mommy issues…” “Like the rest of us.” “Sure. He was one of us. I was sure of it. He took diapers home with him on Friday. He was supposed to check in with me first thing this morning. He had even texted me over the weekend, telling me how much he liked them. He sent me pictures. But here we are, and…” “He’s not here,” I sighed. “I thought it was a slam dunk,” she said. “I thought I had fixed everything.” “Maybe he’s still coming,” I said. “He’s just late.” I had another thought: What if Mr. Yang had caught wind of Lyndie’s plan? She wasn’t just trying to persuade Thomas to not go to the board–she was trying to persuade him to doublecross Mr. Yang. What if he had offered Thomas something even better than…diapers? “He’s an hour late. Did you see him at all? This morning?” I shook my head. “No. But, then again, I feel like I don’t see him at all most days.” “I’m going to call his desk again,” she said. “Just in case he’s there.” Lyndie tried calling from the phone on her desk. It still amused me that Lyndie had an entire desk in the nursery–was there a lot of paperwork to do with this role? Maybe she was contributing to Mommy’s vast spreadsheet. Maybe she had a few spreadsheets of her own for the other babies in her care. “No answer,” Lyndie said. “If he’s not here–like, in your office–and he’s not at his desk either, that might be a good thing, right? Maybe he’s just sick today. Or…he quit.” “Maybe he fell into a giant pit,” Lyndie shrugged. “Seems kind of grisly, don’t you think?” “It’d fix everything though, wouldn’t it?” “Look, if there’s ever a time in my life when you think that all your problems would be fixed if I just fell in a pit,” I said, “could you just tell me? That’s the sort of thing I’d want to know.” “Fair enough,” she replied. “Can you just, like, distract me for a minute? So that I’m not just thinking about how I might have fucked things up by taking matters into my own hands? You must’ve done something embarrassing or weird lately, right?” “Really?” “Am I wrong?” I sighed, shaking my head. As much as I wanted to be annoyed that she just assumed my life was a series of ridiculous and embarrassing events, I was more annoyed that she was right. Might as well tell her the big news. “Well, you’ll love this one…” A smile creeped over her face. “Oh?” “I may have accidentally sent my own mother some extremely compromising photos of me in a dirty diaper yesterday.” “No…” I sighed again. “Yep.” “Jesus, Clarky. How the hell did that happen?” “It’s a long story.” “It always is.” “Actually, falling into a big pit sounds pretty good right now. Do you know where I could find one?” “What did she say?” she asked. Before I could answer, she had a few more questions to fire off: “What did you say? How the hell do you even explain that? I mean, did she know the photos are of you?” “I…I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her yet. I’ve been avoiding her like the plague since it happened. I might try avoiding her for the rest of my life.” “Very healthy, Clark. And, uhm, honest question here for you–because you’re my friend…have you ever considered a therapist? Like someone unbiased person to talk to about everything going on? It might not be all that bad of an idea.” “Y-you think I need therapy?” “I think you need someone to talk to,” she said. “Preferably before your head explodes.” She wasn’t wrong. I slipped that idea into a mental pocket for later. “Thank you, Lyndie.” I hoped it had come off as sincerely as I wanted it to. It was at about that moment that the phone on Lyndie’s desk began to ring. For a moment, some of Lyndie’s own visible stress looked like it was fading a little. “Ah, okay,” she said. “This is probably Thomas now. He’s going to tell me that he’s running late and…” “What’s wrong?” I asked, noting the look of panic on her face when she looked at the caller ID on the phone. “It’s Ms. Heller.” She picked up the phone: “Good morning.” I didn’t know what the call was about, but it seemed troubling that Mommy seemed to be doing most of the talking. She was explaining something to Lyndie, it seemed. And the longer the call went on, the more distressed Lyndie’s face seemed to look. “Right,” Lyndie said, responding to something. And that was what most of her side of the conversation was like–one or two-word reactions. “Yes.” “I see.” “I understand.” “Okay.” Finally: “Thank you, Ms. Heller. I’ll see you shortly.” “What was that about?” I asked as she hung up the phone. “Well…maybe I had reason to be nervous.” I felt my heart beating quickly in my chest. What now? “Why? Did something happen?” “Something is happening right now,” she said. “It’s Thomas.” “Oh.” “Look,” she said to me. “Maybe you just hang back. I don’t want you to get in trouble too.” “Trouble? What sort of trouble?” But Lyndie didn’t answer me. She instead rushed around the desk and to the door of the nursery, flinging it open and rushing back out into the office. I was tempted to hang back for a minute, thinking that maybe it just wasn’t my business. Alas, my curiosity was too strong. I left the nursery myself, closing the door behind me. Perhaps that’s how I knew that whatever was happening was a big deal–Lyndie was the most careful when it came to the nursery, and yet she had just left the door wide open as she jogged away. As I walked back towards Ms. Heller’s office–the same direction that Lyndie had gone–I couldn’t help but notice the slowly building clamor around me. Other employees were whispering to each other. Some were getting up from their desks and heading in the same direction that I was. Some were laughing and giggling. Some looked shocked–even upset. Were they laughing at me? Talking about me? No, that didn’t seem right. Nobody seemed to care about me. It was something else. Someone else. Aw jeez, Thomas. What did you do? I heard it before I saw it–the sound of many people trying to talk at once. The sound of people trying to talk someone down. I had never really thought about how infantile the sound of placating was, even for adults, but hearing those voices now, my first thought was of a bunch of mothers trying to convince a child not to do something bad. “Come on, Thomas. Why don’t you just come with me and we can talk about this.” “Thomas, please. Let’s not make a scene.” “Hey, Thomas. What are you doing, buddy.” Finally seeing the scene, it looked so surreal that I couldn’t even comprehend it. I was reminded of those cosmic horror stories where the big scary monster was so beyond human understanding that to just look at it would drive a man insane. What the fuck is happening here? A small crowd was growing in front of Ms. Heller’s office. Mommy was near the center of the crowd. As was Nancy Tamberlin from HR. And Lyndie. And they were trying to talk to Thomas, who–inexplicably–seemed to have his pants pulled down to his knees, exposing a giant white disposable diaper to anyone who cared to look. “I…I just want the same thing as everyone else,” Thomas said to someone. It was hard to know if he was addressing the entire crowd, or someone in particular. “I want to be a baby too.” “Thomas,” Lyndie said, reaching out towards him. “We, uhm, can help you. But we should probably not be out here for this conversation.” A foul–but familiar–scent seemed to waft through the crowd, striking me in the nose like a punch. It was an undoubtedly messy diaper–and for once, it wasn’t mine. Was it…his? Everyone else seemed just as unsure of how to read this situation as I was. Some folks were trying to stifle laughter as they muttered little things to each other. But there were plenty of people who just looked concerned and worried for Thomas, as if they were watching a man who had just gone insane. “Sh-should we call the police?” someone near me muttered. “I think, uhm, management has this under control,” I said. I hoped that was true. “That’s enough,” Mommy said to Thomas. “Come with me now. We need to have a little chat. Now.” They filed into her office one-by-one. Mommy, Thomas, Lyndie, and finally Ms. Tamberlin. The door slammed shut behind them, leaving only a crowd of confused office workers and the lingering scent of filthy diapers. “Alright,” someone said to everyone. I didn’t know her by name, but I had seen her around. Some sort of mid-tier manager or supervisor. “Let’s get back to our desks. Whatever is going on here, the management team will sort it out.” Part of me wanted to go into Mommy’s office too. I was, afterall, her assistant. Then I remembered what Lyndie had said to me–about not wanting me to get in trouble too. Maybe it’d be better to hang back a bit. At least until I knew more. Ava was suddenly at my side, seeming to have emerged from the dispersing crowd that had just watched Thomas’s antics. She looked as concerned as I felt. She reached for my hand and gave it a quick squeeze. It seemed to say a lot of things. Hello. Also: Well, that wasn’t good at all. “Did you see what happened?” I asked. She nodded. “And…what was that about?” “Well…” But she quickly trailed off and began looking around her suspiciously at our co-workers as they strolled past us. I started looking around myself, realizing what Ava was seeing. It seemed like everyone–well, enough of the employees–were staring at us. Giving us curious glances. Some whispered and muttered to each other, while others giggled and chuckled as they looked in our direction. Ava sighed. “I…I think he just exposed us to everyone.” Sixty-Five You could almost see the gossip spread across the office like a wildfire consuming a forest. Small groups of huddled bodies collected, each of them murmuring and whispering. I could only imagine what they were saying to each other. Speculating, no doubt. They were comparing notes. Everyone probably had their own version of what they saw. These were the events that lead up to Thomas Pritchard’s diaper being exposed to his co-workers, as best as I could piece together from gossip and eye-witnesses: Thomas Pritchard had shown up to work that morning, dressed like a normal adult. There were some who insisted that he was ‘obviously’ wearing a diaper under his pants–though the reasons this was ‘obvious’ seemed to differ from person to person. Some said it was the obvious bulge in his pants. Some said the back of the thick diaper was sticking out of his pants for anyone to see. I heard one story, second-hand, that suggested that his diaper seemed ‘purposefully’ on display, as if he wanted someone to challenge him about it. And that was what happened, apparently. He was challenged. Again, the truth gets a little murky when everyone seems to have a different version of the story. Everyone can seem to agree that it started because somebody had an issue with Thomas that morning. Depending on the version of the story you heard, he might have been loudly rubbing his diaper through his pants, sucking his thumb at his desk, or even squatting down next to his chair to make a deposit into his pants. Someone–perhaps even many someones–were distressed enough about this that they went to management or HR. Or, maybe, they went to management who, in turn, went to HR. Considering how many close calls I’ve had in the office, I was curious to know how obvious Thomas was being if that is when people finally reached out to HR. That’s when Nancy Tamberlin stepped in, everyone can agree on that. And most would agree that she was the best person to handle the situation too, seeing as how she was the director of HR. Of course, nobody else would know that she was also qualified to handle this situation due to her involvement in the ‘bizarre interoffice diaper-cult.’ Ms. Tamberlin tried to steer Thomas away from people. She just about begged him to follow her to her office so that they could discuss the situation. He seemed uninterested. Again, most folks seem to agree on that. She said something to Thomas that set him off. Maybe she whispered it to him, or maybe nobody was close enough to have heard what it was. But he seemed upset. Offended even. “I don’t care!” Everybody who was there heard him say that. She tried reasoning with him again. “I just want to be one of them,” he said to her. “How do I get treated like that too?” At that point, he decided that he needed to speak to Gabrielle Heller. Or so he said. Because she would straighten this out. She would fix whatever wrong he felt he was experiencing. This is where the story gets a little fuzzy again. Somewhere between Thomas’s desk and the area in front of Ms. Heller’s office door, Thomas’s pants seemed to have been pulled down to reveal his diaper. There are some versions of the story in which Ms. Tamberlin had tried to pull his pants up, because his diaper was already showing and she thought she was helping–only for Thomas to move in such a way that she accidentally ended up pulling them down. Other versions state that he, himself, pulled his pants down. As one version of the story went: “He had this look in his eyes, like he was absolutely determined to get whatever it was he wanted.” That latter story made sense to me. It was kind of relatable. Because while I had never talked to Thomas Pritchard about diapers–about much of anything, really–I knew the feeling of wanting those strange pleasures so badly that you could lose control of yourself. Whatever Lyndie had done with him in the nursery, it had unlocked something that he needed more of. Or so I’d assume. It was the only explanation that made sense to me. For a while, Ava and I tried to blend in with the masses. We listened to the stories and tried to act as shocked as everyone else was. Which wasn’t all that hard to do–Thomas’s actions were still pretty crazy to us too. But we could still feel skeptical eyes on us. Maybe because of our connection to Lyndie and the executives who were currently talking to Thomas. Or, perhaps, there was an underground world of gossip and speculation about the strange things that happened behind closed doors in our office building–and Thomas’s meltdown served only to bring those conversations to the surface. Nobody was saying anything rude to us. Nobody was excluding us from the conversations. But there was this unspoken tension between us and everyone else that was a little uncomfortable. “Should we get out of here?” Ava asked. “Where?” “Follow me.” If I was of a slightly more level head, I probably would have guessed the destination. But it wasn’t until I saw the name placard by the closed office door that I realized where Ava had led me. It was Ms. Beaufort’s office. “Have you, uhm, heard about what happened?” Ava asked as we walked in, closing the door behind us. “I have,” Ms. Beaufort said, maintaining a calm and composed disposition. “A shame I didn’t see it for myself, though.” “I assume this has never happened before?” I asked. She shook her head and offered a comforting smile. “No…it hasn’t. I imagine we wouldn’t be talking right now if it had.” “So…do you think this is the end?” asked Ava, stealing the question from me. Ms. Beaufort shrugged. “I don’t know the answer to that, sweetie. But it’s probably going to shake some things up, at the very least.” “What was he thinking?” I muttered. But even as the words came from my mouth, I knew that it wasn’t just Thomas’s fault. I felt like we were actually children again–having played a game that got a little too out of hand, and now the adults had to step in and take control. “What are we supposed to do?” Ava asked Ms. Beaufort. “Go back to our desks and work?” “You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need,” Ms. Beaufort responded. I did wonder if we were further incriminating ourselves in the eyes of our peers by hiding out in an office. But even if that were true, I still thought I preferred that over the curious glares of strangers walking past my desk. “I’m worried that Lyndie is going to get in trouble,” I said. Ms. Beaufort offered a curious raise of her eyebrow. “How would this come back on Lyndie?” Ava was looking at me too, also seeking an answer. It occurred to me that while Ava knew some of the story, she probably didn’t know nearly as much as I did. “She was talking to Thomas,” I said. “Offering him, uhm, similar treatment to what we get in exchange for him not blabbing to the board.” “Ah,” she chuckled. “I see.” “No offense,” Ava said, though it wasn’t clear which of us she didn’t mean to offend. “But…I think this is exactly why I’m leaving. I like, you know, being treated the way that I’m treated. But, the rest is such a mess.” “That’s fair,” Ms. Beaufort sighed. “I think we–all of us–didn’t realize how big this little game had become. And the bigger it gets, the harder it is to control.” “I guess this was inevitable,” I mumbled, not fully realizing that I was saying the words out loud. “Hindsight is always 20/20, isn’t it?” Ms. Beaufort asked. “And speaking of looking at hinds–Ava, how’s your diaper holding up, sweetpea?” Ava’s cheeks blushed as shot me a look to assess whether or not I was smiling at her mommy’s question. “I mean, uhm…it’s not completely dry.” “Come here,” she beckoned from the other side of her desk. “I’d like to check for myself.” It was a scene I had witnessed a thousand times. Except, usually, I was the one getting my diaper checked. In a lot of ways, it looked identical to how it’d play out when Mommy checked my diaper–Ms. Beaufort pulled the back of Ava’s pants and diaper open so she could look in. Her hand felt the weight of the diaper between Ava’s legs. She even brought her nose a little closer to Ava’s bottom to give a little sniff. It was probably something that Ava had experienced a thousand times herself–but it was embarrassing today because I was there to see it. “Wet,” Ms. Beaufort said. “Wet enough that we should probably do something about it.” Ava’s eyes slowly glanced in my direction. “I…don’t need to be changed now do I?” “I worry that waiting any longer just gives you more time to have another accident, sweetie. And I don’t think this diaper is going to hold another accident.” “F-fine…” “Are you nervous because Clark is here?” Ms. Beaufort asked, glancing in my direction. Ava offered a stubborn shrug. It was the most childish I think she had ever looked to me. I could certainly relate to the hesitation. Despite the fact that Ava and I had seen far more of each other’s bodies that anyone knew, I’d still be blushing if Mommy wanted to change my diaper in front of Ava. “Maybe.” “Well, we should make it fair, then. Clark? Come here. Let me check your diaper too.” I was wet, I knew that. I had been a little wet when Mommy checked me earlier, and I had deposited a little extra wetness into my padding somewhere between then and now. And so it was my turn to blush. Again, I was no stranger to diaper checks–but having Ms. Beaufort be the one to check was certainly new to me. “Also wet,” she mused, her hands carefully squeezing and pulling at my pants as she investigated. “Wet enough, I think, that I might as well take care of both of you babies at once. Your mommy will be happy I did.” Was that a slight smirk I saw on Ava’s face? “This’ll be fun,” Ms. Beaufort continued. “Let’s move these chairs out of the way. The two of you can park your soggy cabooses right here on the floor next to each other.” Ava and I did as we were told, exchanging a few humiliated glances as we plopped ourselves down on the floor, a small chorus of crinkles emanating from our padded bottoms. “Those are some good babies,” Ms. Beaufort cooed as she opened up a desk drawer, pulling out the all-too-familiar diaper changing supplies–including fresh diapers. Fresh pink diapers. I was reminded of the day I was officially made Mommy’s little baby–the day she first put the chastity cage on my cock. She had sent Ava and I off to get our diapers changed with Ava, which brought us to Ms. Beaufort’s office. I had to settle for a pink diaper that day too–as it was all that Ms. Beaufort kept on hand. If Megan were here, she'd almost certainly approve of me being in pink diapers. To Ms. Beaufort’s credit, she didn’t acknowledge the color. “Auntie?” asked Ms. Beaufort as she began pulling down my pants.. “I kind of like the sound of that. I’m Ava’s Mommy, but your Auntie. Call me ‘Auntie,’ Clark. I’d like to hear how that sounds.” “Uhm…Auntie…” “No no,” she chuckled. “Don’t just say the word. Use it like you’re actually talking to me.” “Okay, how about…” I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to say, and so I just opened my mouth and spit out whatever half-developed thought I had: “Th-thank you for changing my diaper, Auntie.” “Oh, wow,” Ms. Beaufort said with an approving nod. “I am rather fond of that.” I found myself thinking about what kind of mommy Ms. Beaufort might be as I felt her pulling my pants down my legs. Whereas my Mommy did have a more maternal side to her, she often seemed more interested in teasing and embarrassing me. And while Ava had made mention of feeling humiliated in the presence of Ms. Beaufort, I wasn’t sure that she had ever said that Ms. Beaufort was actively trying to humiliate her. That sweet smile and warm expression? It was hard to believe that she was anything other than the most kind and nurturing woman. I wondered how she took the news that Ava was leaving the company. Because, assumedly, it also meant the end of their relationship. Would either be the same after that? “Hrm,” Ms. Beaufort hummed, squeezing the bottom of my diaper before untaping it. “It’s a good thing we’re doing this, Clark. This is even wetter than I thought it was.” I felt my entire face warm as I nodded. From my periphery, I could feel Ava’s face pivoting to face me. She was watching my expression. And smiling. Somewhere out there, on the other side of Ms. Beaufort’s office door, people were still talking about the Thomas Pritchard incident. They were further proliferating stories, chock full of assumptions and third-hand knowledge. Were they talking about us? What did they know about us? What did they think they knew about us? Meanwhile, only a few feet from where employees might be converging and gossiping, Ava and I were laying on the floor, our diapers getting changed. A process that was so normal for us that I realized that I was barely even thinking about it as I felt my legs being lifted into the air so that I could be thoroughly wiped. “Ava, dear,” Ms. Beaufort cooed. Her voice was incredibly beautiful when she cooed, too–that accent just made it sound like a song. “What’s wrong? You look pale. Distressed.” “I…I just can’t stop thinking about Lyndie. I don’t want anything to happen to her. Or…any of us.” “Ah. It’s been a stressful day, hasn’t it?” Ava offered a very slight nod. “I think I know what would make you feel better though…” I was quite sure that I saw Ava’s eyes lighting up. “R-really? Now?” “Would it help?” “M-maybe,” Ava said. “But…” Ms. Beaufort was pulling the front of the fresh diaper through Ava’s legs. “Yes?” “W-well…maybe Clark needs some too?” Ms. Beaufort laughed as her head turned to me. “Are you feeling a little distressed, Clark? Ava likes to suckle when she’s feeling upset. But there’s plenty of room for you as well–if you’d like to partake.” I had found myself daydreaming of the taste of her breastmilk since I had tasted it on the day I had been passed around the room, spanked, and put into chastity. I often wondered if I’d ever get to try it again. “W-would that be okay?” I asked. I felt my cheeks warming again. “Of course,” she smiled. She put the finishing touches on each of our diapers, pulling them closed and taping them up. It wasn’t until she was done that I caught the faint scent of baby powder in the air. It never failed to make me feel a little embarrassed. And small–it always made me feel very small. Again, I wondered: If we always smell like babies…people have to know, right? Maybe that’s what they were talking about out there. Ms. Beaufort sat down on the floor herself, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it open. Her full breasts hung in front of her–barely held in place by her bra. I felt my mouth watering as I stared at them. “You look hungry, Clark,” Ms. Beaufort teased. My face felt hot as I struggled to speak. “Oh, well…uhm…I just…” “I remember feeling like that once,” Ava chuckled. “Do you remember? I used to giggle like a little girl every time you opened your shirt.” “This process does seem to go a little quicker now that I don’t need to wait for you to compose yourself every time,” Ms. Beaufort nodded as she pulled down the silky panels of the front of her bra to expose her nipples. “Come here. Why don’t you get started on the right while we wait for Clark here to pull himself together. He can have the left nipple.” There wasn’t a moment of hesitation for Ava, as she practically dove right in. I felt awkward. I wanted to stare, but it felt rude to, so I found myself looking in random directions. Was I supposed to just…jump in and start sucking? Nobody ever teaches you the social protocol for a situation like this. “It’s okay,” she cooed to me. “Come here, Clark. I won’t bite. And if you bite…well, that’s okay too. It wouldn’t be the first time that happened.” I looked towards the door, imagining it suddenly opening so that the three of us were exposed. Suddenly, I felt incredibly paranoid about being caught. A strange thing, really, as I had probably been in countless situations over the last few weeks where I was at risk of exposing myself to the wrong people. I had always been nervous about it, but I trusted people like Mommy and Ms. Beaufort to protect us. But Thomas had to go and blow everything up. Whatever slight sense of safety I had before was gone. “The door is locked,” she said to me. “I promise, we’re safe here. We can worry about everything else later. For now, come closer and have a taste. I promise you that it’ll make you feel better.” Ava certainly seemed to be doing better. All I could hear from her was a constant stream of wet suckling, occasionally accented by the sound of her little moans. That seemed to be all the argument I needed–if Ava could take this moment to distract herself, then I could too. I crawled towards Ms. Beaufort, slowly bringing my head towards her available nipple. The closer I got to it, the more I felt I was overthinking it. I don’t remember how to suckle. What if I hurt her? What if I make a mess? Am I just supposed to…put my face in her chest? But Ms. Beaufort, seemingly sensing my hesitation, gently placed her hand at the side of my head, her fingers wrapping around the back of it. She helped guide me to her nipple, and once I was there, I just opened my mouth and hoped that my body would just know what to do. It did. My lips took her nipple into my mouth, and I just seemed to know exactly what to do. I was suckling. Drinking. I felt the warm milk drain into my mouth, and I swallowed. The world around me faded away. Thomas didn’t exist in this world anymore. Neither did any of the mayhem he had created. I was just a stupid little baby again, and I had no purpose for anything beyond sucking on this tit. I was small. I was an infant. My limbs felt weak and useless. If it wasn’t for Ms. Beaufort’s hand–still on the side of my head and pressing my face into her chest–I could imagine myself just rolling away from her body and collapsing on the floor until someone came to pick me up again. “Aw, sweetheart,” Ms. Beaufort cooed, though I wasn’t sure who she was talking to. “I just put you in this diaper.” Was that me? Had I just used my diaper? No, I didn’t think so. Ava offered an apologetic moan as she continued feeding, seeming to confirm that she was the guilty party. We were all clustered together there on the floor. Ava and I’s hands reached towards each other–partially because we wanted to be as close as we could be in this moment, and partially because we needed each other’s help in sitting up. I wasn’t sure how we decided we were done. Maybe when we were…full. Our bellies, or just our emotional needs. But we both broke free from Ms. Beaufort’s chest at about the same time, each of us snuggling into her lap. Somewhere between being breastfed and forming a little cuddle pile with Ava and Ms. Beaufort, I lost all concept of time. We had either been wrapped around each other for a few minutes or a few years. And despite how intimidating and mysterious the world outside of the office would feel later, I at least felt safe for the moment. And then the phone rang, seeming to awaken all three of us from whatever blissful shared dream we were in. “I’d normally let that go to voicemail,” Ms. Beaufort shrugged. “But…it might be important.” We knew what ‘important’ meant: It might be about today. And what happens after today. “Are you okay?” I asked Ava as Ms. Beaufort stood up and went to her desk. She nodded. “I’ll be fine. You?” “I might just live.” “Do you think Lyndie’s alright?” she asked. “If anyone is alright, it’s Lyndie. She knows how to take care of herself.” In the background, we could hear Ms. Beaufort talking on the phone, though we weren’t paying much mind to the conversation. “Clark, I…” Either she didn’t actually know what she wanted to say, or she just chose not to say it. Not that I could blame her either way–my mind was also a complete mess. We both noticed at the same time that Ms. Beaufort was hanging up her phone. Our eyes shot towards her, anxiously awaiting for any sort of update. But whatever it was, it seemed hard for her to say aloud. She bit her bottom lip and sighed, shaking her head. “Wh-what is it?” Ava asked. “It might be best if we send Clark back to Gabby’s office. She…says she has some things to talk to him about.” I opened my mouth, ready to ask for her to elaborate–but I realized that whatever the news was, it was probably better heard from Mommy herself. Instead I nodded. “I guess I’ll head over,” I said. “I’ll see you later?” I didn’t necessarily mean for it to be poised as a question–but my nervousness took over by the end, filling me with the fear that whatever I was about to learn would mean that I wouldn’t see these two again. “Of course,” Ava said. “Good luck.” It felt like the longest walk I had ever taken within the building. Ms. Beaufort’s office wasn’t even that far from Mommy’s. But every single step felt like it had to be perfectly timed and coordinated. I felt like I was overthinking every move my body made. Are people looking at me? Studying my pants? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t think anyone was watching me all that closely, but I was pretty sure that I’d feel eyes on me for the rest of time working in this office. Hell, maybe all those eyes had been on me all along and I just hadn’t noticed before. I felt my diaper growing wet as I walked. Yep, I was wetting myself again. That’s new. Fear induced pissing? That was a fantastic new development in the ever-growing list of things I had to worry about. I stood in front of Mommy’s office door for a minute. Two, maybe. I just wanted to compose myself before I went in. I didn’t know what to expect, but I figured that this probably wasn’t going to be a fun conversation. I knocked on the door. “Come in,” came her voice from the other side of the door. It sounded…normal? Maybe it won’t be so bad, I thought as I opened the door. But, then again, I was a baby. And babies aren’t known for their wisdom.

Putting cards in the spokes of your bike with clothespins to make noise when riding around the neighborhood. Or, even riding a bike around the neighborhood for that matter.

Cross that off your bucket list!

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These days, many people don't have a choice, unfortunately. But I'd say that no matter how great you seem to get on at first, you should still always have a proper signed legal agreement, drafted by a lawyer. Just assume it will end in tears, and design things from the start to minimise the fallout. Also, if you're somewhere without a large local kink community as a pool of candidates for potential roommates, I'd always recommend you try the local LGBTQ+ community. They're far more likely to have a "weird kink, but whatever you do you" attitude, than your average Joe.

Twisting a person and having them hold in a position while they take an ex ray can cause a muscle to become aggravated. Even though the main pain is in the spine, the muscles around could have gotten pulled or strained while having the ex rays taken, hence, muscle relaxants. Happened to me when I twisted wrong and pinched a nerve when I was in my late 20's. I could barely shuffle to move, ER gave me a shot of muscle relaxant and I could walk again!

Hello QuickChe and welcome to DD. Don't ever be ashamed of waking up in a wet diaper. It's better than a wet bed.

The Inheritance (Part 4 of 7) "You're moving already?!?" Christopher looked at Maggie as if she had grown an extra head. "What about your place?" "One word: Sublet." Maggie grinned. She would actually make money on that arrangement. "Look, you don't have to help. Anita and that creepy, aryan-looking boyfriend of hers, what's-his-name..." "Maximilian," Christopher helped. "Yeah, Max. Anita borrowed a van from work so we can get everything moved in one go." Maggie knew that that would get him on board. She knew Christopher was convinced that Max wanted to get Maggie to join him and Anita in a threesome, and he was not going to let that happen. "Of course," Maggie continued, "it's not like we're a couple, so if you have other plans..." "Oh come on, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help?" Christopher said. Three days later, Maggie's meagre belongings were all packed into five big boxes in the back of Anita's van. Max, looking disturbingly like a grown-up version of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter movies, leaned against the side of the van, watching as Maggie and Christopher struggled with Maggie's big suitcase. It was too big to fit anywhere except in the back seat of Christopher's tiny car. "Stop staring!" Max got a backhanded slap on his arm from Anita and reluctantly turned to get in the car. Then they were off. A few hours later they were all gathered around the coffee table in Maggie's new living room, eating the traditional we-helped-you-move-so-now-we-get-pizza pizza. Max raised his beer bottle. "Here's to Doctor Charlie for leaving such a nice little place to you Maggie." "Complete with serial killer neighbours," Christopher added. "And a mutant lunchbox of a car," Anita chimed in and took a sip. "And let's not forget the unstable electricity," Max concluded. "Huh?" The other three looked at him quizzically. "Come on. Why else would there be that big generator-looking thing in the 'garage'?" Max made air quotes and almost dropped his bottle. The others thought about it for a moment before nodding. "To shitty electricity!" The toasts grew progressively sillier and stranger as the evening went on, and before long they had toasted the Gulf Stream and its contribution to the climate of northern Europe, maple syrup, Dumbledore's glorious beard (Maggie insisted that Richard Harris' Dumbledore was far superior to Michael Gambon's), the fall of the Roman empire and last, but according to Christopher not least, the butt of the new psychology professor. The boys' competetive instincts quickly led them to trying to drink each other under the table and eventually they both lost. Anita and Maggie didn't waste any time posing the two boys in what looked like a passionate embrace on the sofa and then taking several pictures. "For science, of course," Anita insisted. She squeezed in next to Maggie in the oversized chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. She swung her legs across Maggie's lap and giggled. "Oh, Chris is going to so be pissed," Maggie said with a chuckle. "But they look so cute," Anita said, a slight slur revealing how drunk she really was. "The only thing missing is a dress." "Huh?" Maggie looked at Anita. "OK, shhh." Anita put her finger to her lips in a drunkenly exaggerated display of telling Maggie to be quiet. "You can't tell anybody this. OK? Not anybody. Promise?" "Sure," Maggie agreed. "I mean it. It's like super duper secret," Anita said emphatically. "This is like one of those non-disqualify thingies." Maggie raised her hand. "Scout's honor," she said seriously. "Aaaww. You were a girl scout?" "Not really," Maggie admitted. "But I buy their cookies." "Ooohh, I want cookies now. Do you have cookies?" Anita looked towards the kitchen. When Maggie shook her head, she pouted theatrically. "What was it you wanted to tell me? Something about a dress?" Maggie reminded her. "Oh yeah. Now you can't tell anybody this," Anita repeated. "Yeah, yeah. I promise," Maggie said impatiently. Leaning closer, Anita whispered: "If Max is really annoying, I make him wear a dress." "Really?!?" Maggie looked at Anita, then at Max and the back at Anita again. "Yeah," she said with a snicker. "And I call him Maxine." "Aaawww, that's so sweet." Maggie giggled and drank the final sip of beer from her bottle. "And then I fuck him senseless." Maggie coughed and her last swallow of beer came out her nose. She wheezed and hiccuped as she fought for breath. Anita patted her back. "You what?!?" she finally managed to say as she tried to dry the beer and snot off Anita's legs. "First," Anita waved her hands around mimicking... something, "I tie him up. And then," she nodded firmly. "Then I fuck him senseless." Maggie just stared at Anita, suddenly seeing her friend in a whole new light. "But you can't tell anyone," she said with a drunken seriousness and wagging her finger at Maggie. "You promised." Anita snuggled closer. "Now you have to tell me what you and Chris do," she murmured conspiratorially. "It's like mutshually ashured deshriction." Anita's drunken slur making the last words almost incomprehensible. No way I'm telling her about the diapers. Maggie smiled awkwardly. "But we don't do anything... like that," she finally said. "Really?" Anita sounded surprised and almost disappointed. "Sorry." "Aww. Don't be sorry." Anita stroked Maggie's cheek, her eyes quickly going more unfocused. "You're real pretty," she slurred. "If you were a guy, I'd put you in a dress and fuck you senseless too." Maggie smiled and took Anita's hand. "And if you weren't so drunk," she whispered soothingly, "I just might let you." "I'm not drunk," Anita mumbled near-incomprehensibly in protest. "Shhh. Of course you're not." Maggie gently stroked Anita's hair. Soon she was slumped against Maggie's shoulder, snoring softly. What a bunch of lightweights. Maggie slowly wriggled her way out from under Anita. She looked around the room at her sleeping friends before picking up the pizza boxes and a few of the empty bottles before unsteadily making her way to the kitchen.

I wet the bed every night that is why I wear a diaper to bed every night

The Inheritance (Part 2 of 7) It was almost two weeks before Maggie heard back from the lawyers. She came home after a particularly hectic day to find an official-looking envelope in her mailbox. Despite the temptation to rip it open right there, Maggie left the envelope on the kitchen table while she made dinner. While the soup simmered, Maggie could no longer resist. She ripped the envelope open and extracted the single sheet of paper within. Despite the legalese, the letter was fairly straightforward. The lawyers said that her answers to the control questions were correct and that they wanted to meet with her to finalise matters. Maggie set a reminder on her phone to call them the next day before returning her attention to the soup. The meeting was more of a formality than anything else. The lawyers had Maggie sign some papers and then handed her a set of keys and a sealed envelope. They told her that Charlotte had left Maggie her house on the outskirts of town 'with all its contents'. Maggie wondered what they meant by that phrase and really hoped it didn't mean that it looked like the houses on those reality shows about compulsive hoarders. That thought almost made her miss the condition that Charlotte had set down. If Maggie wanted the house, she had to live there. Charlotte had also left her some money. Not a fortune, but enough for Maggie to finish her education with only one extra job. "The house," Maggie asked the bored-looking lawyer she was meeting with, "has it just been left all these years?" "Well, Dr Stefanova's estate covered a cleaning and maintenance service and the basic utilities are up and running so you could theoretically move in already tomorrow. Of course, things like cable and internet have been disconnected so those might take a couple of days to get reactivated. The will stipulated you have to move in within one month and you have to live there for at least one year." Maggie nodded. "Anything else I should know?" "Not really. Dr Stefanova may have left you more information in that letter." The lawyer nodded towards the envelope. "We will be checking that you in compliance with the conditions of the will. But unless you have any other questions, our business is concluded." "Just one thing: Would it be possible for you guys to get the internet connection reconnected?" "I suppose." "Thanks. I'm not very good at handling all those hoops they want you to jump through to start a new contract. I imagine reactivating an old one would be easier." Maggie rose. The lawyer handed her the envelope. "We have your details so we'll be in touch." ~~~ Maggie's first stop after leaving the law firm was a small diner. She ordered some coffee and found a quiet table. Opening the envelope, Maggie found a single sheet of paper. "Dear Maggie. I bet you didn't see this coming." Maggie smiled and sipped her coffee. "By now, you should have a set of keys. The blue one is for a safe deposit box that I haven't told the lawyers about. The contents should help explain things." The note was signed 'Charlotte'. On the back was the address to a bank and the safe deposit box number. Maggie checked her phone. The address was across town so she finished her coffee and headed for the nearest bus stop. I guess you sending me on a treasure hunt is only fair. After all, we dragged you along on one. Getting to the bank took the better part of an hour and she arrived just half an hour before closing time. It took another fifteen minutes to find a flustered-looking clerk who could take Maggie downstairs to the vault. Maggie held her breath when she inserted the key in the lock, fearing that this could all be an elaborate prank, but the lock turned smoothly and clicked open. The clerk pulled the long metal box out and placed it on the table in the middle of the room before leaving the room, glancing at the clock above the door as an obvious signal for Maggie to be quick. As soon as the door was closed, Maggie opened the box. It was empty except for two small thumb drives taped to the bottom of the box. Maggie peeled off the tape and put the thumb drives in her pocket. Then she closed the box and left the bank with five minutes to spare. The whole way home, Maggie could almost feel the thumb drives burning a hole in her pocket. She got off the bus and nearly ran home. Her backpack was left by the door and her jacket ended up on the floor as she found her laptop and switched it on. While it booted up, Maggie pulled out the two thumb drives and examined them. There wasn't anything out of the ordinary about them except a small tape label with 'I' and 'II'. Once the computer was up and running, Maggie plugged in the first drive. The suspense was almost killing Maggie while the virus scanner checked it. After what felt like far too long, it went 'ding' and informed her that everything was OK. Maggie quickly opened the drive to see that it contained a single video file. She double-clicked it and leaned closer. Sixty-year-old Charlotte's face filled the screen. "OK, this feels a little weird," she said. "But if you're watching this, I've been declared dead. I'm guessing you have quite a few questions so I'll try to give you some answers. First of all: How did I find you. Well, in 1996 I managed to track down Tommy. He was taken in 1990, by the way." Charlotte held up a photo. Despite the sickly appearance of the man in the picture, Maggie recognised Tommy. "By the time I tracked him down, he was already terminally ill. He passed away a year later. But he knew enough that we could figure out you were from 2016 or 17. That, combined with your name and picture," Charlotte held up the sketch Mr Moreau had shown Maggie, "was obviously enough to find you." The image of Charlotte went unfocused as she leaned closer. When the camera had refocused, she held up the two thumb drives that Maggie now had. "Now, what I want you to do is to leave the second flash drive alone for now. When you're settled in in your new house go down to the basement." The camera shifted to show a freezer in a dimly lit room. "Under the floorboards next to the freezer is my laptop. You need to plug the second drive into that. That should give you all the answers you need." The screen went blank. Maggie stared at the screen. She replayed the file, looking for hidden clues: Nothing. Maggie pulled out the flash drive and inserted the other one, but all she got was an error message saying that the drive had an unknown file system and couldn't be read. She closed the laptop and looked around her tiny flat. Doing a quick inventory, she figured she would only need a couple of big boxes in addition to her suitcase to pack up all her belongings. If the house really was OK, she could easily move in before the end of the month.

This is a sequel of my former story Wives hunter. Enjoy the new experience of the heroines. Part 1: “Uahmn uhopfnfh ahng gahg” Mary opened her eyes and cursed; however the curse was muted by the ballgag in her mouth. She pulled on the ropes but they were as tight as every day. Her arms were tied to the upper bedposts and her ankles were tied to the lower bedposts, so she was spreadeagled. The gag made her drool and her mouth was dry after the long night. The remnants of her saliva were running down her chin. On the other hand, the thick cloth diaper package between her legs was wet, cold and unpleasant. She had peed in her diaper several times in the night. She remembered the day Jack brought her back to Allan. Allan helped her dismount and was about to lead her inside when Jack asked him: “Do you allow me to change my other captive?” “Of course I do but I can do it for you; it would be good training for me.” Allan grinned. Susan stared at them wide eyed. Jack helped her dismount and Allan led them inside. “Now let’s put her on the bed … and tie her legs to the bedposts,” Allan and Jack forced her onto the bed. “Lift her skirt and pull down the tights,” Jack grinned and explained the procedure to Allan. “Bring a pail with warm water but you can use cold water as well,” “Unlock and open the pants.” “Untape the diaper and pull it down. Wipe away the poop.” “Take a rag and clean her crotch.” “Put a new diaper on her.” “Lock the pants, pull up the tights and rearrange her skirt.” Allan kept grinning while doing everything Jack told him. Susan was crying and so was Mary when she had to watch it. When Allan finished changing Susan, Jack took her away and Allan turned to Mary: “You’ve just seen the treatment you get, dear. Lie down!” Mary couldn’t do anything but obey; Allan tied her ankles to the bedposts, untied her arms and tied her wrists to the upper bedposts. “Jack told me he had taught you some obedience. Is it right?” Mary didn’t react; she was angry at Jack and Allan. “Okay, I let you cool down a bit,” he left the room. Mary struggled violently but the ropes were unyielding. She was used to the upper hand but the ropes prevented her from it. Moreover, the messy diaper between her legs caused an intensive itching. When her bladder voided itself, the pee soaked her tights, skirt and bed. About an hour later Allan returned and grinned at her: “Hey, did you change your opinion?” He removed her gag: “I’m listening.” “Could you change me?” “Why?” “I’ve peed and pooped myself.” Mary had to bite her lip but she didn’t have any option left. Allan lifted her skirt and noticed the soaked tights and skirt: “What the hell did you do? You will pay for all the mess and workload!” He pulled down the tights and removed her skirt; however he was careful and untied only one leg so she couldn’t defend herself. Finally he unlocked the pants and untaped the overfilled diaper. When she was naked from the waist down, he took the rag and started cleaning her with cold water. “You thought you had the upper hand but you are terribly wrong. Now you will have to beg for every feeding and diaper change. And … don’t think that your filthy sex would be a pleasure for me.” A younger woman entered the room and kissed Allan: “Hey, love; is this the disobedient slut that ran away from you?” “Yeah, this is her.” “Good morning, dear, my name is Priscilla but you can call me Mistress,” she grinned and leaned down to Mary. Her fingers moved to Mary’s breasts and naked crotch. “Get used to the ropes and I can add something more. Give me your belt, love.” Tears of pain and embarrassment ran down Mary’s cheeks when Priscilla spanked her thoroughly. After spanking they rediapered and redressed her into clean clothes and tied her to the bed again. The next days have been almost the same. Mary spent most of her time tied up. She was freed only to do chores and Allan with his girlfriend were watching her the whole time. Allan embarrassed his wife even more when he kissed and hugged Priscilla or had sex with her while Mary was tied up and helpless on the second bed. When Mary was allowed to leave the house, her hands were tied up and she had a thick diaper package between her legs. Allan led her to the saloon and he met his friends to drink and play cards. Mary was locked in the back room and tied to the chair and had to wait until Allan finished his game and drinking. The thread of Mary’s memories was interrupted by Allan entering the room. He walked over to her and pulled out the gag. “I’m listening slut.” “Can you change my diaper please? I peed myself.” Mary hated the tone and words and she still was dreaming about vengeance when she would be free. “Wonderful dear,” Allan noticed the rage in her eyes and clenched fists. He changed her diaper in a skilled way, locked the rubber pants and untied her arms from the bedposts: “Dress yourself quickly and come to the kitchen; remember that I have my gun ready.” Mary sighed only. Her body was stiff and she needed several minutes to be able to stand up and dress herself. She was alone but the window was secured by an iron grid and the only door led to the kitchen. The thick package between her legs made her waddle when she walked towards the stove and started making breakfast. Allan was sitting at the table and waiting. After breakfast Mary had to do the dishes and clean the kitchen. Allan only kept sitting and giving her orders. “Time to wash your dirty diapers,” he led her to the backyard. She was carrying a heavy pail full of dirty diapers. Allan locked an iron chain around her ankle and secured her to a wooden post. Her hands were free but she couldn’t run away or even change her own diapers. Mary had to set fire, warm water and wash all her diapers. Meanwhile she heard laughing and talking from the house; Priscilla was there. The breakfast made her guts move and she peed and pooped in her diaper shortly after she started washing; however she couldn’t ask Allan for a change before she finished her work. The changing was as unpleasant as usual; she was tied to the bed and Allan cleaned her thoroughly with cold water; Priscilla was watching her: “Hey, slut; how do you like diapers? Are they better than sex with your hubby? Oh no; you clenched your fists again and you wish that you could hit me.” she leaned down and pinched Mary’s breasts. Mary tried to spit in her face but the girl was quicker. She grabbed the ballgag and forced it into Mary’s mouth. Allan finished diapering Mary and the girl grinned: “Love, is she ticklish?” Allan nodded and a cold chill ran down Mary’s spine. She really was very ticklish. Priscilla leaned down and her fingers started on Mary’s ribs. Mary started a violent struggling and laughing but she couldn’t escape the tormenting fingers. Priscilla continued to her armpits, breasts, thighs and feet. Five minutes later Priscilla reached under Mary’s skirt and checked the diaper. “You haven’t peed yourself yet. I have to go on.” Priscilla doubled her effort and her fingers moved from Mary’s feet to ribs and armpits. The poor victim kept struggling but the ropes held her and Priscilla’s fingers made her laugh more. Her bladder voided itself into the diaper and tears of embarrassment appeared in her eyes. Priscilla reached under Mary’s skirt and grinned: “Okay, now wait until you are allowed to cook lunch for us.” She left the room. Mary struggled in vain and kept clenching her fists in helpless anger.

A review of the "Land OF Genie" adult diapers, medium, large sizes I had one of each size on for about 2.5 hours... Do not buy these, they are not worth the money Plastic backed, nice feel on the outer backing, but NOT AT ALL durable. Got one of each soaked 2x and they lasted about 2.5 hours each... the padding same apart and fell into the crotch, then started falling out of the diapers.

That can't make you old. Because I remember it, too. And if that makes you old, then it makes me old. So remembering that does not make us old. I'm sticking to this.

DEEP DOO-DOO When the bell struck two, Ian stuck his head out the door, and was relieved to see that everything appeared normal-- if normal included a police officer sitting in a chair to keep order, twenty odd coeds camping out in the corridor, and three well dressed businessmen conversing quietly among themselves while their eyes hungrily devoured the appetizing young flesh set out before them. Grabbing three copies of his resume, Ian asked the coeds to pass them on to the trio of headhunters. Once they were in hand, he advised them to give Sarah a call and set up an interview, whether singly or collectively. He then turned his attention to the coed closest to hand, and invited her into his office. The script turned over at five minute intervals. After the customary introduction, Ian thanked the young woman for taking the time to help out, and complimented her on her appearance. After a certain amount of hemming and hawing, the conversation invariably turned to the subject of his diapers in general, and their impact on his love life in particular. He soon discovered that there was now a bounty on his scalp, so the threat of being pooped on while in flagrante delictu was no longer an effective deterrent. Rather than break a long string of hearts, Ian chose to bob and weave, handing out resume after resume, and encouraging the young lovelies to call Sarah, his very, very open-minded girlfriend, to make the necessary arrangements. The bolder spirits made it abundantly clear that they wanted to have a threesome, and Ian made it just as abundantly clear that, if Sarah was willing, he too was ready to rock and roll. Only one of the sorority girls deviated from the script-- a reserved yet photogenic blonde with the improbable name of Tippi Anne Bjorensen. . . . . In the beginning, Sarah wondered what the heck was going on. It wasn't until the fourth call that she lost her temper. In a span of less than twenty minutes, four coeds had telephoned seeking permission to sleep with Professor Grady. Three of them signaled that they would love to make it a threesome. All four had made it clear that the Professor, far and away the coolest guy on the whole faculty, diapers or no diapers, was the catch of the year. Sarah was seething when she slammed the door to her office, picked up the phone, and dialed his campus number. “Professor Grady,” Ian began. “Ian, what the hell is going on over there,” Sarah interrupted. “I've had four calls in the last twenty minutes from coeds who want to sleep with you; all four seem to be under the impression that they need my permission to do so, and three of them even expect me to participate. So I repeat: what the hell is going on over there?” “Sorry, Sarah, but this is the downside of Suzie Marshall's plan to protect me from the headhunters … which, by the way, is working splendidly. I have fobbed off three more in the last half hour. Have any of them phoned you?” “No! And I'm getting tired of dealing with your fan club. Put a stop to it!” “How? The easy way would be to give them what they want. Is that what you expect me to do? In which case, I'll need the key to my chastity belt.” “Hell will freeze over first! And when I get home … Mister, you are going straight over my knee!” “Huh? Sarah, have I misunderstood the terms of our relationship? I thought that you were making all of my decisions for me, and particularly the ones involving our social life. Unless I'm very much mistaken, I would be in the wrong, and would be earning a spanking, if I did not bow to you in this matter. If you want me to deal with this or any other problem on my own … well, how am I supposed to know when I should defer to you, and when I should act on my own authority?” Ian winked at Tippi, who had been eavesdropping on his half of the conversation. A reserved yet photogenic blonde, she powerfully reminded him of the late Inger Stevens at the start of her acting career. While the conversation was obviously making her uncomfortable, Ian was having the time of his life. He relished the opportunity bluntly to remind Sarah that the decision to become his Dominant would inevitably have a few awkward and unhappy consequences. “I expect you to exercise your imagination,” Sarah fumed. “You know damned well that I'm not sharing you with your students. Behave accordingly!” “Thank you, Mommy. Oh, and I should mention that after office hours I'll be driving over with one of the headhunters, a lady named Marilyn Marsden. She's a recruiter, but Suzie says that we should take her seriously, so I want to make the introductions in person. Marilyn has a game plan that echoes what Amy has been recommending. Can you spare her a few minutes?” “Anything for you, Dear,” Sarah sarcastically replied. “And when I'm diapering her, I'll be sure to let Vickie know that we are now taking orders from Suzie Marshall. I'm sure that she'll be thrilled.” “Mommy, I like Suzie, and she likes me. In fact, she wants to become my latest girlfriend. Do we have room for one more?” “Arrgh,” Sarah screamed as she slammed the phone down. . . . . “Well, that was fun,” Ian cheerfully observed as he shifted his attention back to Tippi. “Sarah … the lady on the other end of the phone? She's my fiancee, and in our relationship she leads and I follow, but if you'll pardon the pun, we're still working out the kinks.” “And she really spanks you?” “She does.” “And are you really wearing a chastity belt?” “Not really,” he chuckled. It's actually a canvas diaper cover that prevents my underwear, if you want to call it that, from ending up around my knees. But it locks and I don't have the key, so in a manner of speaking ...” “So, it's true then … I mean, what I'm hearing all over campus … you know, from girls who volunteer as candy stripers at the hospital? That you're this great, big war hero who volunteers his time to help troubled vets, despite having problems of your own. Is that why you call her Mommy … because she changes your diapers?” “That's part of it,” Ian agreed; “a bit of pretending makes things less awkward, and a great deal less embarrassing.” He leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his neck, thinking about it. “But it's only part, not the whole. I have a problem making decisions because I tend to overthink things, but Sarah is just the opposite. I'm an academic who walks around with his head in the clouds, forever chasing his own tail, while she's a practical nurse who just gets on with it. This is so much a part of who we are as a couple that calling her mommy seems natural to me. And I'm pretty sure that at times she regards me as an overgrown toddler, hence the occasional spanking.” “Do you like it … I mean … when she spanks you? I spanked my last boyfriend, and he really got off on it.” “Nope. When she spanks me, it hurts. Again, she's a nurse, so she knows how to make it hurt … and it does.” “I still don't understand. I mean … like, you must have killed a lot of people out there, so why do you put up with it? The candy stripers keep saying that everybody likes you, so why don't you go with someone who treats you better?” “Now that,” Ian nodded, “is a very good question, and it goes to the heart of what makes a relationship succeed or fail. People who don't care about you will tell you what you want to hear just to get you off their backs. But someone who loves you? He'll take a deep breath, look you in the eye, and tell you straight out that you're wrong or making a mistake, and why. I love Sarah, but more than that, I trust her. She doesn't lie to me, and even when I think she's wrong, I know with absolute certainty that she has what's best for me in mind … that she's looking after me. Trust won't survive a big lie, Tippi, and over time even little lies will add up. No relationship survives a loss of trust, so when you're sure that a guy is lying to you, it's time to move on.” “And now there's a bounty on your head, but you're wearing what amounts to a chastity belt and of course you don't have the key. What a shame.” Ian handed her a copy of his resume from the stack on the corner of his desk. “You could always call her,” he suggested. “Would it do any good?” “Not really.” “I didn't think so … because if you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't share you with anybody!” Tippi put Ian's resume back on the stack, and got up to leave, but she paused with her hand on the doorknob. “When I came here today,” she said over her shoulder, “I didn't understand how any woman could be so desperate that she would willingly sleep with a guy who's disabled … reduced to wearing diapers. But now? Now I think that this Sarah of yours might be the luckiest woman on Earth.” . . . . Julia glanced at the clock, and winced. It would be at least another thirty to sixty minutes before Priscilla showed up at the diaper service with her young professor and his doctor in tow. And that meant that there was time to peruse a few more personnel files. Julia had carefully examined seven files in the last ninety minutes, the oldest (and dustiest) dating back a full ten years in time. Lullaby's files were in very good order, and so far none of them were in the least suspicious. Every payroll check-- and Spats Belmondo's office managers had carefully bundled every, single check in chronological order-- had been promptly deposited into a checking account at a local bank. The Social Security numbers all traced to Minnesota and the Dakotas. If there was a paid saboteur in this bunch, he had covered his tracks well. Julia hated files, even more than she hated stakeouts. But above all she hated being played for a fool, which is the way her morning had gone. She had hung back when the delivery truck left the warehouse, hoping that someone would be right on its tail. No such luck. She had passed the driver out on the highway, and reconnoitered stop after scheduled stop, paying especial attention to the ones that had been hit the week before. She had gradually expanded her search radius, hoping to spot the exhaust of a running engine or someone sitting behind the wheel for no apparent reason. And she had seen nothing. Indeed, the only unusual thing to happen all morning was an encounter with a pair of very well dressed college aged girls at a Mickey D's, where she had stopped to grab coffee and a bite to eat. They had looked badly out of place in a working class neighborhood, and had behaved so suspiciously that she had gone to the trouble of taking down their license plate and calling Herb to run the registration through the DMV. Herb had got back to her on her car phone, confirming that the vehicle belonged to nineteen year old Tippi Anne Bjornsen of New Ulm, Minnesota. College kids for sure, Julia concluded … probably trying to score drugs in a neighborhood where they stood out like a sore thumb. And then, returning to her car after comparing notes over lunch with the guy driving the van, Julia got the bad news: for the second week in a row, someone had stolen a week's worth of clean diapers off the front porch of the twelfth stop-- a home in an upscale district that she had patrolled before the truck arrived, and which she had revisited a second time, doubling back after the delivery on the off chance that someone had fingered her somewhere along the route. It was pretty damned obvious that someone had spotted her, and was rubbing her nose in it: the only diapers stolen from any of the morning stops were taken from the property that she had gone to the most elaborate lengths to protect. . . . . Priscilla gently knocked on the door, and then opened it to admit Marilyn. “Did I time it right,” she asked, as Ian got up and walked around his desk to shake her hand. “If the competition has cleared out, you did indeed.” Ian went on to explain that no less than three recruiters had shown up for his office hours, only to be held at bay by the platoon of sorority sisters effectively guarding his premises. “Well, the coast is clear for the moment … who were they, by the way?” “Don't know. I sent resumes their way, and urged them to talk with Sarah. Whether they do or don't is not my concern. Anyway, let's hit the front office. I'll introduce you to Amy, who's the department watchdog looking out for my interests. Like I said earlier, it sounds like the two of you are on the same page when it comes to charting my future. Why don't you take a minute to run your plan by her while Priscilla changes my diaper. When Vickie shows up, we can head out.” Since Ian's office was literally around the corner from Amy's, less than thirty seconds later he was knocking on her open door. She welcomed him with a smile. “Got a minute or two?” “Of course. How's it going out there?” “Officer Canon's got everything under control, and Suzie's Amazon battalion is definitely making my life more interesting. Anyway, Marilyn, I'd like you to meet Amy Reynolds, our department secretary; Amy, this is Marilyn Marsden of Recruitment Services International. She has a plan that I want Sarah to hear, but I thought that it would be a good idea to let her run it by you first. If you can tweak it, so much the better.” Returning to his office, Ian found Priscilla inside preparing for his next diaper change. His changing mat was already on the floor, so he nonchalantly kicked off his shoes, dropped his trousers, and laid down. The ritual had become so routine that he really didn't think about it anymore, and it was rapidly becoming second nature for Priscilla as well. They made a good team. Ian was tucking his shirt in and Priscilla was dealing with the diaper pail when Vickie knocked. She was right on schedule, and he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately. But his hand crept inside her winter coat, and in short order he confirmed that she was once again heavily diapered. “Sarah's really pissed,” he whispered. “I'm sorry that she's taking it out on you.” “She isn't,” Vickie whispered in return. “But I will admit that whatever silly game you are playing over here is driving her up the wall. She's seeing kinky coeds in her soup.” “Can I help it that young women find me so attractive?” “They just want to scalp you.” “I beg to differ. Masculine charm and a poopy diaper are an irresistible combination, or so I've been repeatedly told. Or maybe it's just a sorority thing. Tell me, Doctor Robinson, back in the day ...” Vickie kissed him hard, while her hand walked smoothly down his spine to pat his well padded butt. She loved Ian's good natured sense of humor, and being teased really turned her on. “Back in the day,” he went on, “were you just a kinky, little sorority slut?” "Oh, I was … I was … I confess it. To spank or be spanked, that was the question!” “Enough, already,” Priscilla snorted. “Ian, do you want to tell Doctor Robinson about your blossoming relationship with the lady headhunter?” “WHAT,” Vickie cried theatrically, “have you taken still another paramour? Be still, my heart!!” “Oh, please,” Ian sighed. “Marilyn and Amy are fine tuning a plan that looks promising, and Sarah has agreed to listen to what Marilyn has to say. So, we'll drive over and I'll make the introductions … except that I don't know where on the third floor she actually works, and it's a big hospital. So, could you … uh … tag along … maybe lead the way?” “Meaning that you want me to run interference for you,” Vickie smirked. “Well, that too.” “And I'm hitching a ride with you to the diaper service,” Priscilla cut in. "Would either of you like to know why?” “I'm game,” Ian laughed. “Tell me, Officer Canon: why would you want to accompany us to the diaper service?” “To introduce you to my mother, who needs your help to crack a case she's working on.” “Oh, this ought to be good,” Vickie chortled. “Someone's been following one of the diaper trucks all over town, and stealing diapers left out in the open for the clients to collect when they get home. The owner wants his diapers back, and when I mentioned to mom that you are one of their customers, she came up with a plan that involves you.” “O … kay. Do you, uh, happen to know what she wants me to do?” “Nothing risky. She simply wants you to have the service drop off your order tomorrow afternoon as usual. If someone is jolly on the spot to steal your diapers, she plans to follow them and recover all of the stolen merchandise.” A huge grin spread across Ian's features. Opening one of his desk drawers, he removed a small metal box, and a thin disc about the size of a quarter. He handed them to Priscilla. “What we have here,” he explained, “is an electronic homing device that emits a continuous signal that can only be picked up by this receiver. The receiver has an inbuilt modulator that responds directly to the signal-- move away from the homing device, and the signal fades. As you get closer, the beeping becomes more and more rapid, and when you have arrived at the source, it becomes continuous. So, all your mom has to do is sew this little doohickey into one of my diapers, and technology will do the rest.” Priscilla and Vickie looked at one another, the same question on both their minds. It was Priscilla who said it out loud. “Uh … Ian … would you care to explain what a state-of-the-art electronic tracking device is doing in your desk drawer?” “Okay, okay, I confess! When I was a kid, I built a model railroad. When I was fifteen, I was fine tuning engines and racing for pink slips. And today I'm a gadget freak. There's a store in Chicago that gives me a hard on every time I walk through the door. That's where this neat, little toy comes from. I have several more goodies from the same shop if you're interested.” “Boys and their toys,” Vickie sighed. Like so many women, Vickie was convinced that the only difference between grown men and little boys was the price of their toys. “So, what do you say, Pris. Do you want to pass it on to your mother, or not?” “Yes, definitely … thieves get religion real quick when you confront them with physical evidence. This will help Mom big time.” “Then, let's collect Marilyn. I'll ride over to the hospital with her, and catch up with you two in the lobby.” . . . . At the hospital, Ian formally introduced Vickie and Marilyn to one another, and then pulled Vickie aside for a hurried conference. “What do you think of Priscilla,” he asked straight out. An outrageous idea had come to him during the brief drive over from his office. “I like her,” Vickie admitted. “On the job she's cool, calm, and collected, but she needs a boyfriend, and preferably one she can mother a bit. Looking after you, changing your diapers and feeding you your ba bas … you've triggered her maternal urges!” “I do have that effect on women, don't I,” Ian grinned, still keeping his voice down. “So, how would you like to play matchmaker?” “Who do you have in mind?” “Another troubled vet … a guy who would definitely benefit by having a girlfriend who's steady as a rock on the one hand, and nurturing on the other.” “Still waiting ...” “Amos. From where I'm standing, they look like a match made in heaven.” Vickie's face lit up in surprise, and then, remembering how lost Amos had looked in the cafeteria just yesterday, with delight. “Ian … my God … you're right! Why didn't I see it? She's stable … unflappable … and a police officer is someone to whom Amos can relate, someone he can respect. But she's also maternal … she's perfect for him!” “So, how do we play it?” “Leave it to me,” Vickie crowed. “Now, let's get our troops upstairs. Mommy Sarah awaits!” Rejoining the others, Vickie led their quartet through the warren of corridors that ended in an elevator that would carry them to the third floor. Ian fervently hoped that it was close to Sarah's office. He was counting steps, and as the number mounted, he was getting more and more worried. He had never used the cane in Vickie's presence, or Sarah's, and he had deliberately chosen not to bring it with him to the hospital. He did not know how the two women whom he so loved would react if they discovered how disabled he really was. Rationally, he knew that he could not hide the truth much longer, but not for the first time he was gambling that he could finesse the situation well enough to buy another day. . . . . Sarah was seething. Sitting at her desk, fingers drumming, she was trying to concentrate on her work, and getting nowhere. She knew enough about the world of BDSM to understand that Ian was topping from the bottom, and she intended to put a stop to it. She had been easy going, ready to compromise, and he had taken advantage of her at every opportunity. Tonight, it stopped. Tonight, when she got home, he was going over her knee, and she was going to do exactly what she had promised Rita-- spank the shit out of him. Tonight, she was going to acquaint him with the paddle; tonight, he would learn that she meant business when she said that she would take total control of his life, and only the paddle would punish him sufficiently for flaunting the rules that she had put in place to wean him off of alcohol. He was going to drink breast milk, damn it, rivers of breast milk, and he was going to become the sweet and obedient baby that she envisaged. She would paddle him tonight. She would spank him tomorrow night for defying her order to cancel his diaper service. And she would paddle him again on Thursday night for the crappy way that he was treating both her and the coeds protecting him from the headhunters. And as for Vickie … she would be going home tonight, her heavy diaper securely locked in place. Let her poop and piss herself all night long, and let her come crawling into the office in the morning, begging for a diaper change. Sarah was convinced that Pom Poms Girl was enabling Ian's rebelliousness, and undermining her authority. It was time to put Vickie in her place as well, and a diaper that doubled as a chastity belt would do the job quite nicely. For a start. What Vickie really needed to curb her appetite for sex and booze was the modern equivalent of an old fashioned Scold's Bridle. A feeding gag that could be strapped in place and then locked would work, and Sarah mentally added it to the list of devices that she would need to bring both Ian and Vickie permanently to heel. Sarah was done playing nice. Tonight, both of her babies were going to discover just how strict their mommy could be.

Yikes, I forgot how much you pee when on steroids. It's like I was wearing a water balloon this morning lol. I'm surprised I didn't leak!

TWO sets of two words: "Rubber panties" and "rubber sheet". The latter a full coverage

Can't wait to see what happens. I'm betting Ian and Vickie will end up spuring each other on and feed off each other's energy from the sound of it. Sarah probably just needs to carry around a small paddle in the diaper bag lol.

I try to always give people the benefit of the doubt when they misgender me, until I am certain they're either doing it on purpose, or being deliberately obtuse.

Glad this is back!! I hope you write more and that everything is going well!! Great little chapter and I love the reluctance for the breastfeeding and her strategy to overcome it. I am curious if she might need to do that again maybe just the one time.

I wear everyday to my job at an oil change place, and I usually have to change during lunch, it's very nice and helpful to not have to stop for bathroom breaks...... somedays I've been so busy I don't realize how wet I've gotten and forget to change at lunch time 😅

Wes smiled as he went over and saw Renee was snuggled into the bed. “I see someone saw her potty. But I think you are not ready for it yet.” Teased Wes. Cookie groaned as she snuzzled into Renee. “You get some rest.‘I will make some grill cheese and homemade tomato soup.” Said Wes. He kissed her forehead. Wes smiled as he went into the kitchen and started to cook after twenty minutes of letting Renee rest. He knew she was tired from the travel. After a hour, lunch was ready. “Hey Renee time to eat if you don’t want luck I can fix you a bottle.”

no problem

I think so. I'm glad I don't go shopping on Black Friday very often. Except when it gets cold after a well. Oh yeah, Sarah is wearing a regular adult diaper (same ones she wears to bed.) For Diapers Never Lie, mostly just catching random grammar/punctuation errors while reposting. Also tossed the name-switch thing and just stuck with Lisa throughout.

Hello! My name is Nico and I am 23m from Germany. I am a frequent and heavy bedwetter. Sometimes I wear I the day too, just in case, for conveniance. This can make me feel immature/like a kid Sometimes. Y'know, waking up and clearly noticing my soaked diaper under my Pjs is not very common for adults. I hope I meet alot of nice people here

Nice addition to your story.

This is a really clever plot device, and you have developed it wonderfully. I do hope that, going forward, you can get away from ChatGPT.

Welcome to DD

Good morning, guys! I just want to say this is the most welcoming group I have ever been a part of. I love reading everyone’s posts. A little background - my husband and I live a Dominant/submissive lifestyle. We’ve lived this way the past 4 years. It stemmed from a way to reconnect after our kids moved and went to college. It’s been wonderful. We both love this life and couldn’t imagine any other way to live. As part of our life, I receive punishment for broken rules. Last year, my husband bought some diapers for me to wear as a form of discipline. Well, that backfired on us both - because we both realized we loved me wearing them. Haha. Recently, my husband has requested me to become a bedwetter. This may sound strange but the idea of me changing my body for him makes him very excited. Yes, we know all the issues that may come up - wetting while napping or anytime I sleep. I have started wearing MegaMaxes each night and when I wake up during the night, I wet. I have loved waking up each morning with a wet diaper. We’ve gone back and forth over this subject several times, but I am determined this time. I have zero desire to lose any daytime continence so I hope my bladder doesn’t fight me on this. We shall see. That’s definitely not a desire of mine. Anyway, have a great day, guys! I’m gonna keep trucking along at night and hope I can make my husband happy! We are both almost 50 and the connection we have now is more than I could have ever imagined!

Poor Oliver ! I think more more his parents is couple of bastards since they discarded Oliver so he don’t make a scene ! Even if their fault of Oliver meltdown! I really hope his parents and especially his sister get punished like they deserve ! This not the way you treat your son and brother

One of the first movies I remember going to was at a drive-in theater. One you sat in the car or went up front to the playground and watch the move. They had speaker that hung not the window of the car. The movie was It's a Madd Madd world ... That was one of the only fun things we do in that age, about when I was 10-13 years old.

Before you started 9 months ago did you suffer from shy bladder? I have known someone that couldn't get the stream going regardless of how desperate the need if someone was at a urinal near them. Hugs, Freta

Hi @QuickChe! Welcome to DD.

Hiii! Welcome! 🧜‍♂️

Hi and welcome to DD. Glad to have you join us. There’s lots of likeminded people here, and I think you will find, here it is a common thing, waking up soaked. So, come in, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

you don't really need any fancy tools or alcohol. If you simply just focus on deep breathing in for 4 out for 8. It will help you relax. Personally alcohol does increase my incontinence, but it is still working muscles uncontiously when you do that. I personally smoke weed and feel it has helped me to relax. The thing that really helped me was deep breathing and forcing myself to relax constantly. E.G. stand up. Relax, sit down relax. in the car, relax, drink something, relax. etc. the trick is to asociate certain tasks with wetting yourself. It worked great for me, i constaly am doing one of the few things i meantioned. for example, i will go get a drink after my morning shower and feel my diaper start getting warm. or i'll come home from work change and sit on the couch then feel warmth. just listen to the 12 month program and be patient.

Thank you for being so open Demon-hunter and I will continue to pray. So sorry to hear about your wife. Is most of this abuse from your ABDL? Sadly so many spouses don’t want to learn about ABDL and are very negative about it. In addition covid and 2020 and after has been so negative for most everyone in the world. The answer for the world always has been and always is Jesus.

Chapter 12: First Date. For real this time. “Hello? Liv? You still there?” I was in stunned silence. After the rollercoaster of emotions today, I didn’t know what to say or what to do. It was like my body was on autopilot and my mind was off in the clouds. “Liv?” My mind snapped back to earth and disabled the autopilot, saying the first thing that came to my head, “Yeah. I am. Yeah. And... yes, I would.” I could hear a small squeal of excitement in the background. Charlotte cleared her voice, “Oh, oh good. Well umm... how about we start off small first? Maybe a coffee shop date or something? We can have a nice chat and a coffee. And you can also tell me what’s worrying you.” “I don’t drink coffee.” “Well I could always get you a milk or something. I’m sure they have bottles there...” she started laughing. If it was anyone else I would have been annoyed, but somehow it broke the tension a bit. And... maybe... just maybe I smiled a bit. “I guess I could get a hot chocolate or a cold drink or something. Yeah, sounds good. When do you want to do this?” “How about tomorrow lunch?” The rest of the evening went by quickly, which I was grateful for. I was still worried about Sarah, but I was also excited about tomorrow. Until the nerves kicked in; and I started panicking about the date. ‘This wasn’t going to end well. Why did I agree to this? Why did I start this? Why...’ I hugged Luna, my stuffie, and focused on Charlie’s smile. Her hair. Her eyes. Her everything. Maybe I just need to get some sleep and try to not think about the date. Just think about... her. It didn’t take very long to fall asleep after that. The following morning was a bit of a rush after a late start to my day. After wiping the drool from my chin, I got up, had a shower, grabbed something to eat, tucked Luna into bed, and spent way too long picking out what to wear. I mean what do I wear on a date with an Amazon? It’s not like it’s an everyday occurrence. It’s not like we have any romantic comedy movies to watch that involve a little on a date with an Amazon. It’s not like we see littles out in the world on dates with people double their height. What the hell do I wear? I can’t dress too smart, because it’s just a first date, a coffee shop date. I’d look out of place and maybe I’d seem like I’m overcompensating to any Amazons there. But if I don’t dress up smart maybe I would be seen as immature and be a prime target for adoption. If I dress too casual, it may fit in more at a coffee shop but maybe Charlie would think I wasn’t making enough effort. Wait... what is she going to be wearing? Oh god. If we got matching outfits then we’d look like a mother and her adopted little. My thoughts were spiralling. Was I expected to dress like a little around her to blend in and not make it obvious we were on a date, or do I dress up like an adult and maybe cause people to stare at us? I quickly picked out a dress, some leggings, and some cute shoes. But I still had doubts, so I picked out another dress that was a tiny bit more juvenile and packed that into my bag too. I got to the coffee shop at noon. I had never been here before, so I had to be on guard for any potential risks. But hey, if worse comes to worst, I know Claire lives around here, so I could always try to escape there. As I opened the glass door (with some difficulty, thank you so much for your assistance Amazons...) I saw Charlie waving at me from a booth at the side. She waved me over and I walked over to her, climbing up into the booth where a booster seat was waiting for me. “You look beautiful!” she exclaimed. I blushed and nodded. “Thanks for getting this in advance. I hate asking for them.” I said as I climbed into the seat. “You’re very welcome cutie,” she smiled, “I ordered you a hot chocolate, it should be here in a minute. Was the journey here okay?” “Yeah, no incidents or issues. It’s a bit further than I’d normally walk, but hey, I got a reward at the end of it.” “And what would that reward be?” “Your smile...” I smiled at her. ‘Oh boy, I was bad at flirting. So fucking cheesy Liv. Just stop now. My cheeks must be bright red because they feel like they are on fire.’ “Well if you’re a very good girl, you’ll get a bit more than that!” she winked as she said this. Maybe I wasn’t as bad at flirting as I first thought. Oooor more likely, maybe I was, she just either enjoyed bad flirting or felt sorry for me. Either way, my cheeks went from being on fire to being similar to the surface of the sun. “D’aww, someone got VERY blushy. You’re so cute when you’re blushy. Now if I had my way, you’d be blushy most of the time.” “Anything for you Charlie.” Shit. Did I say that part out loud? “Oh really? Well I’ll keep that in mind sweet pea. For now, let’s just have a nice little chat and enjoy our drinks.” Our drinks arrived 5 seconds later, much to my relief. I had dated other people in the past, all littles. And even then I had never been so forward or flirty or anything. Why did she have this... power over me? “So tell me about yourself” Charlotte asked whilst I was half way through sipping my drink. “Well I’m... umm... I’m 28, a little, obviously, and I design and create clothing for littles.” “Yeah you’re the seamstress I’ve heard so much about in the past! I thought there was another Amazon working at your shop at first until you and Dorothy were talking, I wasn’t expecting it to be you! I love your work.” “Oh. Thanks. I mean I don’t like designing those things, they are just... you know... it’s just that Amazons love that stuff and it sells well. I hate designing it.” “Wait, oh you mean your baby stuff? I mean, it is very cute, I will admit, but no I was talking about your adult clothes.” My face lit up, I wasn’t expecting her to be complimenting the stuff I love making! “Yeah, I have a little friend who got a dress from you. It was a black and white one with polka dots. Had a peter pan collar to make her look mature but also adopted. It was a clever idea!” I blushed. “Thank you, I love making clothes for littles, I just... well we have to make the more babyish stuff for Amazons because that’s mostly what pays the bills.” “I bet. Whilst a little can look adorable in clothing like that, unless they are willingly adopted, it just breaks my heart.” “So that confirms it! Miss Charlie is our greatest ally! Defender of the littles! Champion of the people!” I held my hand to my heart as I teased her. She laughed. And I swear I saw her face light up when I called her Charlie. “Well, I try to do what I can. I’m just one Amazon. I treat littles with the respect they deserve. I’d never forcefully adopt one. Only if they wanted that life with me. I’m very much the opposite of my parents. They only see littles as babies who need looking after. I mean they’re not cruel, so that’s something, but they don’t treat any of them with dignity.” I listened intently, not wanting to disrupt her side of the conversation. “They used to adopt a little, my ‘little brother’, but he escaped one day and they never found him. And ever since, they’ve wanted to adopt another one. My Mum can get a little baby crazy... but anyway, enough about them, tell me about you and your family!” “My parents are both littles. They were once adopted by some Amazon couple, but they managed to escape that life and start a new life in a new town as independent littles. Shortly after, they had me. They... don’t trust Amazons.” “Understandably!” “Yeah, they taught me from a young age never to trust Amazons. They are still not thrilled that I started a business with one...” “I bet. But I don’t blame them. This world is not fair for littles.” “That is an understatement.” “So what about growing up?” “I played along with the treatment we littles were used to, never speaking up for myself or others, just letting Amazons tease and try to trick me into being adopted, never fighting back. I managed to get my way through high school and college. I took a year off for personal reasons and then I managed to get into University, which was a new level of fear.” “I won’t ask about the year off if you don’t want to talk about it. So what did you study?” “Fashion Design. I spent a LOT of time modelling the babyish outfits created by the Amazon students.” “Oh no.” “Oh yes. It was horrible, many wanted to adopt me. But I worked hard and made sure not to mess up so they had no reason to adopt me. Uni policy and all that.” At that moment, my attention was torn away from our conversation by a crying little being pushed in a stroller into the coffee shop. I turned towards the commotion, only to see Lauren, that Amazon woman, and her adopted ‘daughter’, my friend Sam. Poor Sam, I figured the plan must have failed or something because he never made it to the meeting place and there was no sign of him anywhere. It had been forever since I last saw him. He was wearing the exact pink dress I had made for him too, complete with matching headband. He wasn’t wearing any shoes, just little frilly white socks. Lauren pushed Sam over to the counter and started trying to decide what she was going to order. Sam’s eyes were scanning the room, when they landed on me and widened. “What’s up cupcake?” Charlie asked me. “That person in the stroller, is an old friend of mine.” “Oh that cute little girl? In that cute pink dress?” “He isn’t a girl. And I made him that dress. He was...he was supposed to be free by now.” “Free... by... now?” “I can’t explain right now. And if you truly are an ally, please don’t try to stop me. I need to help him; otherwise I may never get the opportunity to help him again. His wife needs him back.” Before taking the time to read Charlie’s reactions, I quickly formulated a plan in my head. I knew this was going to be risky. I was taking a massive risk with my own freedom; if this didn’t work I would probably end up in the nursery alongside him with his Mummy. But after Sarah, I wasn’t going to let another friend get adopted. My plan may just work, but I would have to work quickly. I grabbed my spare set of clothes that I had brought; he’d probably need them to get away from here. If I do manage to get him free, he’ll need a normal looking outfit to escape in because that pink dress will just send off warning signals to all other Amazons in his path. And because of his feminine hair and features, he would easily pass as a girl wearing my spare outfit. I rushed over to the counter where Sam’s stroller was, and put my finger to my lips to tell Sam to stay quiet. He nodded back and I got to work. His Mummy was too engrossed in the menu to notice anything happening beside her. I quickly checked his dress to see what remaining hidden surprises were left. Just as I found one of Eve’s little concoctions, Sam leaned in and whispered to me. “I didn’t even get to try, everything is still there. She....I...I can’t walk!” Oh shit. That was going to make this very difficult. But not impossible if everything was still there... I checked one of the compartments to the dress to find another little trick of Eve’s. It was kind of like a stimulant that could be injected into a limb to cause a little to regain function of that limb. It would only work for five minutes at most, and will probably worsen the damage already done, but it was a lifesaver at this point. The stimulant only works if the little lost function from an injection of nanites, which thankfully, seemed to be the case as I couldn’t see any surgical scars on Sam’s legs. At this point, it’s our only option. “This is going to hurt. You’ll be able to walk for 5 minutes, it temporarily reverts the nanites that were used to remove your walking. I’m then going to use this concoction to eat through the lock on your dress, remove the dress, and put one of my dresses on you.” He paused for a second, but he knew it needed to be done. “And then after that, you need to run as quickly and quietly as possible out of here, take a left, run as far as you can, until you reach the nearest ally. Hide there. I’ll text Claire to pick you up, she lives near here. She’ll use the codeword you know and take you somewhere safe. Got that?” He nodded. “We need a distraction, so give me a minute to think...” As I was trying to think, Charlie walked up to me. ‘Not now Charlie! And please please please don’t stop me. I need this to work.’ At the last moment, she diverted towards the other side of Lauren, winking at me along the way. ‘...what is she doing?’ “I’ll take another hot chocolate and a black coffee over at table 6 thank you” Charlie said loudly to the barista. “Excuse me!” Lauren was obviously pissed, “How dare you just walk up and cut in, I hadn’t ordered yet and I was next!” “Well you were so slow I thought I could just quickly order!” Charlie yelled back. ‘Wait...this was it! She was providing a distraction!’ Jumping on the opportunity, I jammed the stimulant into Sam’s leg, using my free hand to cover his dummy and his mouth as he tried to scream. I used some of Eve’s dissolvent to remove the strap holding him in the stroller, then turned him over quickly and used the rest of it to remove the lock on his dress. Charlie had gotten into a big argument with Lauren, keeping her back to me and Sam and her eyes on Charlie. I grabbed the dress and yanked it over his head, leaving him partially naked. Grabbing the spare dress I had packed, he lifted his arms up as I put the dress over him and lifted him out of the stroller. He straightened the dress and I removed the dummy, throwing it into the free stroller. This was his chance. Sam ran for it. He got to the door, pushing it as his life depended on it. The determination of seeing his wife again boosted his adrenaline and he flew out the door and down the street. Now it was my turn. I couldn’t be here, next to his open stroller. Lauren knew who I was. I needed to get back to the table and hide. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, dove into the booth and frantically climbed up into the booster seat. I grabbed a menu and used it to cover my face. I grabbed my phone out of my bag and sent a quick text to Claire telling her to go pick up Sam from the alley nearby. Hopefully she’ll be home and able to go get him. The argument with Charlie soon ended as she pretended to have a strop and march back to our table. “Was I convincing enough?” I grabbed her hand and squeezed it as a way to say thank you. I was still shaking with nerves. Fuck, I hope he got away and is safe. Lauren stopped staring at Charlie, smug that she had apparently given her a telling off, and looked behind her to check on Sam. Seeing him gone, she started screaming and crying and looking around. “WHERE is my baby? Where did she go? I can’t see her!” After making sure Sam wasn’t anywhere in the shop, she grabbed the stroller and went out looking for him. At least I was safe for now. My phone dinged. A text from Claire. Claire: Sam is safe. He’s with me. See you at the shop later. Good work. Liv: Thank you Claire: Now enjoy your date cutie! I started blushing, but I also started to calm down. Sam was safe. I was safe. Everything seemed to go off without a hitch. “It’s okay sweet pea. You can calm down now. You did a good thing for a friend, and I honestly couldn’t be more proud of you right now. Good girl!” I smiled. ‘She was proud of me. And she called me a good girl! More importantly, why didn’t that bother me? Meh, take it Liv.’ “Here are your drinks” the Barista said, smiling at me, leaving our drinks in front of us and walking off. After all that excitement I was thirsty, so I drank the hot chocolate waaay too quickly. I took one big sip, and even though it was waaay too hot to drink properly, I found myself drinking more and more. It was good. Like... really good. I couldn’t get enough of it. I eagerly finished off the drink, completely oblivious to Charlie trying to tell me to drink it slowly. Once it was finished I was sad it was gone. I needed more. “Oh he left the bill as I didn’t get chance to pay back there.” “What do I owe you?” I said as I grabbed the receipt. Looking down at the receipt I saw a little note written by the barista... ---------------------- I saw what you did. Bad baby ---------------------- My mind slowly pieced it all together. My tummy rumbling. The cravings. This... drowsy feeling... ...oh fuck. Not again. And I was out like a light. ========================================================== Again, thank you for reading the latest chapter, I hope everyone enjoys it. Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading everyone's comments! Taken a couple of days off from writing recently, trying to get back into the headspace to write. But still sticking with the 3 a week thing I think, I've got quite a lot written in advance so the next chapter will be on Thursday, which I'm already looking forward to posting.

Chapter Seven SANDY “Stuart, do you honestly think that Sandy needs a shock collar?” Laurel sighed as she examined the metal ring. “Dear, you know the law.” He sighed and handed her a small white remote shaped like an oval, “We each get a remote. Just press and hold the blue button to arm and disarm the collar, the dial sets the shock level, and the red button shocks.” He said as he gently pulled the collar apart into two equal halves, “We just put these two halves around her next and it automatically sizes itself.” He then put the two halves back together as he walked over to the playpen cage Sandy was stuck in, “Are we ready to be a good girl and get out of that stinky diaper?” He asked as he knelt down. Sandy nodded as tears ran down her face, “Mhhhmhmhmhmh.” The girl’s diaper rash stung the girl’s rear making her situation that much worse. “Good girl.” He cooed as he unzipped the top and picked the girl up, “Lets get you into a clean diaper.” He gently carried her upstairs to the nursery, “The collar is just to make sure you behave.” He said as he laid the girl on the changing table stomach first, “Let’s get this jacket off.” He started to undo the buckles on the back of the jacket before gently pulling the girl’s arms out, “There, I bet that feels better, huh?” Sandy nodded as she moved her arms around to get feeling back in them. “Such a good little girl.” He smiled. The rage that he exhibited in the mall was totally gone, “Tell you what, since you are being so good, I will take your silencer out.” He said as he deflated the pacifier and removed it. “T-thank you.” Sandy whimpered as Stuart retrieved a princess diaper from below the changing table along with a pair of rubber gloves. “This is going to be messy.” He sighed a bit as he put the gloves on and got the rest of the supplies ready, “Here we go.” He inhaled before going to work on the messy diaper, “Looks like you got a bit of rash.” He sighed as he wiped her down and removed the dirty diaper. Sandy nodded as tears went down her face, “It burns!” “I know sweetie.” He sighed as he finished cleaning her rear, a small pile of dirty wipes piled onto the dirty diaper. Stuart unfolded the princess diaper and gently lifted Sandy’s rear before setting it down on the diaper. He grabbed a small tub of a tan cream and proceeded to slather it all over the rash on Sandy’s rear, “There we go.” He put the lid back on the tub and reached for the baby powder. Sandy breathed a sigh of relief as the cream cooled her fiery rear. It was then that the girl noticed a distinct lack of body art on her body, “What happened to my ink?!” She yelled as she looked around her body. The pin up on her left side, gone. The Japanese style koi on her right thigh, gone, “You fucking lasered off my ink!?” Sandy yelled and frantically looked at her right shoulder before sighing in relief, that tattoo was still there. “Yes, I had your body art removed except for the memorial one. That is a line that I am not planning on crossing.” He said as he sprinkled powder onto the girl’s crotch and brought the front of the diaper up and taped it up, “You are a baby and babies do not have tattoos.” He said as he pulled the collar apart into two half circles, “Just relax and this will be over quickly.” “No!” She shook her head and sat up, “I don’t need a collar!” “Dear, you assaulted an Amazons, I did not matter that it was me. Libertality law states that if a little in the custody of an Amazon assaults an Amazon that little is to be fitted with a shock collar until determined otherwise.” He sighed, “Just be good and stay still.” “How long do I have to have the damn collar on?” She crossed her arms. “Until The Bureau says the collar comes off.” He said as he moved the two pieces towards her neck. “Just make it quick before I change my mind!” She shut her eyes and felt the two pieces placed around her neck and reconnect just under her chin and at the small of her neck. The collar started to shrink until it was small enough for Sandy to know it was there but not tight enough to cause discomfort. “There we go, such a good girl.” He smiled and got his remote out, “However, you did use a naughty word so I do have to punish you.” He said as pressed the blue button down and a soft whine like a defibrillator charging started to come from the collar, “Let’s start out nice and easy.” He said as he kept the dial on 1. He inhaled deeply and pressed the button. Sandy braced herself for the shock. When the shock finally hit it was like a static shock with a bit of punch to it. The shock made Sandy twitch a bit, “That’s it?” “Yes, that’s it.” He smiled and put the remote in his pocket, leaving the collar armed “Now, let’s get you dressed.” He walked over to the closet and broswed the shirts before walking over to Sandy with a pink shirt that read, “Little Stinker.” Stuart smiled, “Alright, arms up.” Sandy sighed as she obeyed, “Yes sir.” Soon she was in the pink shirt and was in Stuart’s arms. “Let’s go help Mommy and Michelle decorate the Festivus tree.” He bounced Sandy a bit as he put the remote in his pocket and walked down the stairs with Michelle on his hip. When he got to the bottom of the stairs the two of them saw that Michelle and Laurel had began hanging glass ornaments on the Festivus tree with Buster napping in his corner. “Sandy!” Michelle smiled and waved to Sandy before waddling over to Stuart, “Hi Daddy!” Stuart smiled and picked up Michelle with his other arm, “Are you having fun with Mommy?” “Uh huh!” Michelle nodded and peered at Sandy’s collar, “Is that….” “Sandy’s collar.” Stuart nodded, “Don’t touch.” “Yes, Daddy.” She nodded and looked at Laurel who sighed. “Stuart, can you put them down and go start the prep work for tomorrow night’s dinner?” Laurel said as she put a green ornement on the tree, “Last year was such a rush because we waited until the morning of.” “Alright, alright.” He sighed and set the two littles down on the couch, “Go help mommy you two.” He said before walking to the kitchen. “Come on Sandy! Let’s decorate the tree!” Michelle grabbed Sandy’s hand and led her to the artificial evergreen. “Careful you two, these are glass.” Laurel said as she kept putting ornaments on the tree, “Michelle, you and Sandy can put the non-glass ornaments on the tree.” “But mommy! I wanna put the shiny ones on the tree!” Michelle wined and reached for a green glass ornament that was resting in a box. “Michelle!” Laurel raised her voice and gently swatted Michelle’s hand, “Bad girl, I told you that you and Sandy could put the non-glass ones on, either you put the non-glass ones on the tree or none at all. Do you understand me?” “Yes, mommy.” Michelle grumbled. “I didn’t quite hear that.” Laurel crossed her arms, “I think someone doesn’t want to watch cartoons during lunch.” “I wanna watch cartoons! I wanna watch cartoons!” Michelle whined/ “Then do you understand me when I say you and Sandy can only put the non-glass ornaments on the tree?” “I understand.” She looked up at Laurel. “Good girl.” She ruffled Michelle’s head and resumed putting glass ornaments on the tree. Michelle waddled over to a small plastic bin and started to pull out some little sized ornaments. Some were made of plastic, some were ornament versions of stuffed animals, and some were clearly hand made from pipe cleaners, “I made these in daycare!” Michelle helpd up a star made of pipe cleaners. “That looks… nice.” She smiled a bit. “Thank you!” Michelle giggled and hung the pipe cleaner star on a low hanging branch, “You are gonna love daycare!” Sandy frowned, “Daycare? Why do I have to go to daycare?” She asked as she picked up an ornament shaped like a tropical fish. “Because Daddy and I work during the day.” Laurel said as she got out a new box of glass ornaments, “Daddy also gets free daycare so it makes sense to have you two in daycare while we work, it is cheaper than a nanny or a crib keeper.” “What’s a crib keeper?” Sandy asked as she looked up at Laurel. “A crib keeper is a small robot that goes on the side of your crib and takes care of you for us. Daddy and I never really liked those things to be honest. We prefer a much more personal touch when it comes to you two, besides, crib keepers use insane amounts of electricity.” Sandy nodded a bit as her stomach growled, “Um…. Laurel, Im getting kinda hungry.” “I’m sorry dear, what did you say?” Laurel asked as she bent a few branches to hold some heavier ornaments. “I said I am getting hungry.” “I can’t quite hear you, sorry.” Laurel smiled a bit. Sandy grumbled a bit when she realized Laurel’s game, “I said I am getting hungry…. Mommy.” “Well why didn’t you say so?” She smiled, “Stuart, can you bring out girls’ lunch please?” Laurel called out. “Gimme a few sweetie. I’m in the middle of something.” Stuart called out from the kitchen. Laurel rolled her eyes a bit and picked the two littles up before setting them on the couch next to each other, “Michelle, are you getting hungry too? “Uh huh!” She nodded. “Good, because Mommy is going to make your favorite!” She kissed Michelle’s forehead. “Turkey and swiss on whole wheat with Tony’s sprinkled on the turkey?” Sandy smiled and looked over at Michelle. Michelle looked sad and looked away, “Sorry Sandy, that’s not my favorite any more.” Sandy was shocked, “Wait, what?! We used to get those whenever we could? What happened?!” “I… I um found a new favorite” Michelle sighed, “I’m sorry.” Laurel sighed a bit and walked to the kitchen, “I’ll be back.” “What could possibly replace spicy turkey and swiss on whole wheat?!” Sandy looked at her friend. “Little Bites.” Michelle murmured. “What?” Sandy leaned in, “I didn’t hear that.” “Little Bites.” Michelle sighed, “They are kinda like pizza pockets but they can be all kinds of foods. There are pizza ones, there are bites that are mini beef pot pies, there are molten chocolate lava cake bites, and there are poutine bites. They have pou-foucking-tine bites!” Michelle teared up a bit, “I’m sorry. Those sandwiches were awesome, but they can’t compare to Little Bites.” “Come on Mitch. You are a Marine, Marines don’t cry over food like this.” Sandy caressed Michelle’s face, “I love you and I don’t care if your favorite food changed. You are still Michelle Kireg and I love you no matter what.” Sandy leaned and kissed Michelle’s lips. Michelle smiled and wrapped her arms Sandy before pulling her into a hug, “You look good with that hair.” Michelle smiled “You think so?” Sandy said as she moved her hands through the long black hair. It was now that her hair went all the way to the middle of her back, “They took my ink when they made me like this.” “Yeah, they took what little I had and removed it too.” She sighed, “Did they remove the guys?” “Nah, Stuart knew how important it was so it let it stay.” She smiled. “Ya, Daddy understands us pretty well.” Michelle nodded. “Why do you call him that?” “What, Daddy?” Michelle responded, “I call him that because he is my Daddy. You know my bio dad was a drunkard who ran out when I was less than a year old. To me, Stuart is the closest thing to a daddy I have ever had. I’m surprised you don’t call him Daddy too, what with how absent your parents were in your life.” “My parents were not absent… they were distant.” Sandy responded as she heard a microwave ding, “They ran an international multi billion dollar company and were grooming me to be an business woman. I ever tell you I had a full ride to Harvard?” “Seriously?” “Yeah, they pulled some strings and they both graduated from there so I was a legacy. I never wanted to do business. I never knew what I wanted to do in particular, but I knew I didn’t wanna work in an office, so I joined the Marines as a big fuck you to my parents and never looked back.” Sandy smiled before her collar shocked her, this shock was a bit more painful than the first one, “OW!” She yelped in pain. “No naughty language.” Laurel sighed as she brought an Amazon sized plate with tons of tiny pockets of fried dough in one hand and her remote to Sandy’s collar in the other, “Right, Sandy?” “Yes, ma’am.” She sighed. “Good girl. Now, let me go get your bottles.” She smiled before leaving and coming back with two bottles of brownish liquid. “Yay! Choco milk!” Michelle clapped, “Thank you Mommy!” “Thanks.” Sandy said as she looked at the bites, “So, what kinda bites are these?” “You are both welcome.” She turned to Sandy as she put bibs around the two girls’ necks, “I thought that because you are still new I would give you something you are familiar with so I went with the Pizza flavoured Little Bites.” She smiled “Yay!” Michelle smiled and grabbed a bite before nibbling on it, “Its hot!” “Yes, I just took them out of the microwave.” Laurel rolled her eyes, “Now, how about some cartoons?” “Sure, I guess.” Sandy said as she gingerly grabbed a bite and started to eat. The bite certainly was hot but it was so flavourful, it was like nothing she had ever had before in either dimension, “THESE ARE REALLY GOOD!” She smiled widely. “Told you!” Michelle giggled as she ate her bite. “I’m glad that you are enjoying your food.” Laurel smiled as she turned the television on and started to scroll through a channel guide, “Hmmmmmm, ah! Here we go, The Little Patrol is on.” She smiled and tuned to a show that had clearly diapered littles dressed up like different first responders. There was a firefighter, a police officer, and a paramedic. Laurel smiled and relaxed next to the girls as they stuffed their faces with the Little Bites. Sandy was a bit hesitant to drink from her bottle, but seeing Michelle drink with such gusto made her a bit more comfortable and she decided to drink. The Choco Milk as Michelle called it was a bit watery but it tasted of rich milk chocolate with hints of caramel, and yet it didn’t feel heavy at all. Within minutes she had drank the entire bottle and let out a burp, “Excuse me.” She blushed as Michelle did the same. Soon the Little Bites were exhausted and the two Littles laid next to each other. “Are you two cuties too full for dessert?” “W-what’s for dessert?” Michelle looked over at Laurel. “I got a full breast of Mommy Milk for each of you.” She smiled and removed her shirt and her bra revealing two fairly large breasts. “Mommy milk!” Michelle crawled over to Laurel and started to suck on the Amazon’s teat. Sandy rubbed her stomach a bit and looked at the Amazon. For some reason her brain was telling her to go over to Laurel and start nursing. Sandy could feel her body moving as she crawled across the couch and onto the Amazon. “Such a good girl.” She smiled and laid on her back as Sandy started to nurse. Sandy could not help but smile as she nursed. The Amazon’s milk was sweet and creamy like how she remembered. As she suckled she fell into a state of bliss, “I love Mommy so much. I will do anything to make Mommy happy.” She thought as suckled, “Wait? What am I thinking? She isn’t my Mommy. My Mommy is Mommy! Mommy gives me Mommy Milk and changes my diapers. What? No no no no no! Think Marine, think!” She unlatched and belched loudly, “No more.” She groaned, “Too full.” she rested her head on Laurel’s breast and watched Michelle nurse. The girl was an bottomless pit in the Corps and it seemed that still rang true. Suddenly the doorbell rang, “Honey, can you go see who that is?” Laurel smiled as she rubbed the backs on the two Littles. “Sure sweetie.” He smiled and walked over to the front door and opened the door, “Mom? Dad? What are you two doing here?” Michelle suddenly unlatched, her eyes widened as milk dripped from her mouth, “Oh no.” “Laurel, my parents decided to visit.” Stuart smiled as he led in a pair of older Amazons. The man had a grey goatee, a bald head, and he was wearing a leather jacket with a numbered patch on the upper right arm while the woman had a thick head of curly grey hair and was wearing what appeared to be a handmade, green and white sweater. The man was carrying a large box with him “Karen, Greg. It’s been too long. Forgive me if I don’t get up.” She chuckled as she moved a pillow under head head. Michelle whimpered a bit and whispered, “Go back to nursing, quickly.” Michelle quickly started to nurse again as Stuart’s parents walked over to Laurel and the littles. Sandy was too full to nurse so she just laid there, resting her head on Laurel’s breast. However, she could feel her stomach rumbling a bit. “Is this our new grand-little?” Karen smiled at Sandy who was struggling to stay awake thanks to how full her stomach was, “I love her hair”. “Yes, this is Sandra. Just be a bit careful with her, she is still adjusting. We only adopted her yesterday.” She said as she stroked Sandy’s back, “Thank you, we actually just brought her back home from the redesigner.” “Can I hold her?” Karen smiled at the Little and gently caressed Sandy’s cheek. “Sure, just be careful with her.” Laurel smiled. “Of course, I am always careful with Littles. Such fragile little things.” Karen smiled and placed her hands under Sandy’s arms before picking her up, “Why hello little one, I’m your new grandmother.” Sandy could feel her mouth getting excessively moist and her stomach grumbling more, “Bucket.” she groaned. “I’m sorry dear, what was that?” “Bucket.” Sandy turned away from Karen as she felt the contents of her stomach racing up her throat. Unfortunately, she happened to be looked towards Michelle and Laurel when her lunch exited her mouth. The reaction was near instant, Michelle was sobbing the instant realized what had happened and then she threw up as well right on Laurel. The four Amazons were all stunned at what had just happened. Meanwhile Buster had been awoken by all of the commotion and trotted over to the couch where he proceeded to lick up the throw up from the littles. “BUSTER NO!” END OF CHAPTER

Sam has been carried into the mall that she had already been planning to go to but what did this much larger woman want with her? Surely someone would notice this odd sight and come to Sam's aid. --- This new story is being posted in instalments like all my other ones with patrons getting early access by one week. For $5 you can also enjoy my stories early and for $10 you can see early updates plus exclusive stories. There are other tiers and rewards available that you can find on my Patreon page. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- A big thank you to all my patrons who allow me to write and post as much as I do. 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Sam was amazed that people didn’t seem to be giving them a second look, did Sam really look so much like a little girl that no one would question what they were seeing? Sam blushed again as she was carried past countless people as Maria walked towards the back of the mall. Maria was still humming a happy tune and acting as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Sam wished that Maria would remove the pacifier so that she could beg for her freedom at least. She was scared about what the crazy Hispanic lady had planned for her. Maria carried Sam through the mall until they reached a specialised baby store. The shop was in between a book store and the mall’s toilets and Sam had never been all the way back here before, it was very much out of the way of the main thoroughfare. Sam trembled as she was carried through the automatic doors. Sam could only watch as she was taken through the aisles. Her body was still wrapped up very tightly and the pacifier was still pressed into her mouth. She couldn’t wriggle her way free, all she could do was go where Maria carried her. “Aww, she looks cute!” Came a young female voice beside Sam. “Thank you.” Maria replied as she turned to the source of the voice, “A little troublemaker though!” Sam could now see who was talking. The young woman was wearing a uniform and a nametag that said “Terri” and she clearly worked at this store. She could only have been a few years older than Sam and it annoyed her greatly that this employee thought that Sam was just an infant. A renewed effort to shout around the pacifier ended up as just more mumbling. Maria made sure to cover the pacifier discreetly so that Sam couldn’t spit it out. “Is that true?” Terri asked the bundled young woman in Maria’s arms, “Are you a little troublemaker?” Sam was going red in the face and she continued to struggle without effect as both Maria and the store employee started giggling. “She got all her clothes dirty and we really need to get her a whole bunch of things.” Maria said as she turned to the shelves again. “Anything I can help with?” Terri asked. “No, thank you.” Maria replied with a smile, “I know what I’m looking for.” “OK, well I’ll be over at the cash registers when you and your little one are done shopping.” Terri smiled and turned away from Maria. Maria watched her go before turning back to the shelves. She started pulling things off the shelves and looking at them before replacing them. “She was nice, wasn’t she?” Maria asked without expecting a response, “Ooh, don’t these look lovely!” Sam followed Maria’s hand with her eyes and she picked up a plastic packet of light pink diapers. The packaging was translucent and showed a little girl proudly wearing their pretty princess diapers on the front. “You can’t be serious!” Sam tried to yell but of course the only thing anyone heard was a muffled and indistinct noise. Diapers!? Sam couldn’t believe that this crazy woman was shopping for diapers with Sam all bundled up like a baby. It was becoming increasingly obvious what Maria had planned for Sam and she didn’t like it one bit. Much to Sam’s annoyance and horror, Maria picked up the packet of diapers and carried on walking around the store. Sam watched as Maria examined other packets of diapers, they were all different colours and proudly shouted how absorbent and flexible they were. Sam could do little but shake her head and squirm as Maria examined each packet. Things didn’t get any better when the pair of them left the aisle full of diapers and started going through the other shelves. Maria loved almost everything she saw and was very talkative about how much she wanted to buy and what she thought Sam would look cute in. Sam was unable to loosen the woman’s grip on her and when Maria started to pick up more and more items, Terri brought them a shopping cart. Sam could do little but watch in shock as the shopping cart became increasingly full with baby toys and equipment. Despite the cart filling up the brightly coloured diapers still stood out like a sore thumb. “If you would like your little girl to try on the things you are looking to buy you are welcome to use the changing room.” Terri pointed to the back of the store with a smile. “Thank you very much.” Maria smiled as she started pushing her shopping cart full of various bits of clothing towards the changing room. Sam saw the room getting closer as she was carried inside. The room was like a disabled bathroom except instead of a bathroom it had a large changing table and supplies to change a diaper. A big mirror stood against the wall and when Sam looked at herself she blushed. She didn’t see the young woman she was desperate for the world to see, she saw a small baby wrapped in a blanket and sucking a pacifier. It was only now that she realised that Maria hadn’t even been holding the soother in since they got into the changing room. Sam spat out the dummy at the same moment that the changing room door was locked. “Listen… You let me out of here right now and I won’t tell the police.” Sam hissed as she was finally placed on the floor again. She quickly ripped off the blanket that had swaddled her for the last fifteen minutes. “Sam, I’m doing you a favour.” Maria said with a warm smile, “Look at you, cute little thing, you need someone to take care of you!” “I don’t!” Sam replied tersely, “I don’t need you doing this.” Sam realised that if she wanted to get away from this woman that she would need help. She closed her eyes and prepared the loudest scream her little voice could muster. Almost as soon as she had finished breathing in she suddenly felt a pacifier enter her mouth again, she opened her eyes and tried to spit it out but quickly felt a strap running around each cheek. “Mmhmm.” Sam tried to shout but the mouth filling bulb stopped her. Maria was behind Sam and fastening the binky gag to the back of her head. When she was done she stepped back and despite Sam’s frantic attempts to release the strap it was stuck fast. Sam looked up at Maria in anger. Her eyes were filled with tears that she didn’t want to cry, she felt humiliated that this woman was controlling her so easily. The binky, filling her mouth caused a little drool to run out of the corner of her mouth, she wiped it away with her shirt sleeve. “Now we need to get you out of those yucky adult clothes.” Maria crouched down and spoke condescendingly towards Sam, “I have some pretty new things for my little princess.” “I’m not your princess!” Sam wanted to shout but all the only noise she could make was a quiet and indistinguishable sound that made no sense to anyone. Maria reached forward and quickly pulled Sam’s shirt over her head. Sam tried to stop her but her tiny arms couldn’t stop Maria from doing whatever she wanted. Sam blushed red as she tried to cover her bra with her hands. Unfortunately, because Sam was covering her front, she was unable to stop Maria from reaching around her back and unbuckling Sam’s bra. Sam felt her bra get yanked away and found herself exposed from the waist up. “Little girl’s don’t need modesty.” Maria said as she pulled the bra away, “They certainly don’t need these big girl clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you.” Sam’s chest was in proportion to the rest of her. She didn’t have very big breasts, in fact, they were barely there at all. It was one of the worst things about being so small. It was particularly bad when going through school and having to watch all her friends develop whilst she stayed almost exactly the same. In truth, Sam probably didn’t need a bra at all but she felt a lot better wearing her small training bra just to feel more womanly. Sam felt powerless to stop anything that was happening and she tried to back away from Maria who kept her in place with one of her hands. The Hispanic woman barely even paused before pulling down Sam’s pants and lifting Sam’s feet out of them. Sam blushed furiously as she tried to protect her modesty. She was being stripped by the much larger woman and there was seemingly nothing she could do to stop it. She had always been so desperate to have independence and yet Maria was able to strip it all away with complete ease. It was humiliating and yet all Sam could do was suck on the giant pacifier and mumble. The last bit of Sam’s clothing was stripped with the ease of everything else. Sam tried to stay away from Maria’s hands but the woman was too strong for Sam and she soon found her underwear getting yanked down. Whilst Maria crouched down in front of Sam she quickly untied and removed her shoes and socks as well. Maria dropped all of the clothes in a pile on the floor as Sam whimpered. Her naked body shivered slightly as she did her best to cover herself up still. “It’s OK.” Maria said lightly as she turned back to Sam, “You’ll be fine. We’re just going to get you in some cute little clothing, OK?” Sam furiously shook her head and felt her hair getting messed up. She might as well have not responded though since Maria clearly was taking no notice of her. Sam was easily lifted from the floor and placed on the changing table. The table wasn’t too high of the ground but to a girl as short as Sam it seemed a lot higher. She looked over the edge nervously. What did this woman want with her? Was she kidnapping Sam? Was she trying to get a ransom? Sam had no idea what was happening only that she was helpless to stop it. Surely in a kidnapping all of this would be needlessly risky. Sam could only assume that this Hispanic woman seriously thought that Sam would be better off as a baby girl. Sam’s anger and frustration grew but it was all impotent as she couldn’t stop Maria doing whatever she liked. Maria laid Sam down on the changing table and held her easily with a hand on her chest. Sam’s arms flailed to the side and she was completely exposed. She tried to yank the older woman’s hand off her but it was just too strong for the small girl’s even smaller muscles. Sam watched in horror as Maria reached under table to one of the shelves and pulled out a rather plain diaper. Sam could see that it was something that baby’s would wear, it was probably store brand but it was covered in little pictures of cartoon babies. Sam was embarrassed by the sight of it, the thought that it would soon be on her was almost too horrible to bear. The diaper was unfolded and laid flat in between Sam’s small legs. Maria’s second hand then lifted up Sam’s legs and gently pulled her down the table slightly until her butt was covered by the padding. Sam winced as she felt the cushioned absorbent padding underneath her. She whined around her binky as her eyes swam with tears that she tried to blink away. “We’ll get you into a nice and safe diaper.” Maria said happily. Sam just blushed even redder as the front of the diaper was pulled up between her legs and she felt Maria’s hand flatten it against her tummy. The padding felt thick to Sam’s small frame and she realised that even this baby diaper was big on her. A small voice in the back of Sam’s head was saying that at least she wasn’t quite so exposed now but when her leg moved and she heard the crinkle, that voice was silence. “Absolutely adorable!” Maria appraised when she had taped the diaper tightly around Sam’s waist. Maria pulled Sam to her feet and smiled as Sam looked down at her newly padded crotch. She took a step on the table and felt the padding press against her as well as hearing the tell-tale crinkle of a diaper. Sam immediately reached down to tear the tapes off. “No!” Maria quickly grabbed Sam’s wrist, “Bad girl. You keep that diaper on or we put a new one on you and this time it will be with spanks.” Sam quickly nodded. She was certain that Maria would have no qualms about spanking her and she didn’t want to make things worse, she was still looking for an opportunity to escape after all. When Maria turned her back on the changing table Sam looked down at the floor which seemed a long way away. She was stuck on the table until she was lifted down unless she wanted to risk jumping. Her small body wouldn’t take that landing well and she didn’t want to injure herself and become even more incapacitated.

When I used to wet the bed and my ex and I were cuddling... yeah. I think she wet the bed a few times on purpose though when we were cuddling as well. But nothing beyond that. -Sophie

I have laid in the tub, with the stopper in and peed all over myself. I haven't had the privillage to have someone pee on me yet.