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Chapter 109: Setting Limits First thing Monday morning, my head was back on its swivel. Left, right, up, forward, behind. The only direction I neglected looking was down. Stupidly, I imagined my neck stretching with use making me taller. It was a silly thought, but the absurdity of it kept my otherwise negative emotions in check. What was really stupid, truly idiotic, was that every time I was ready to give up, I swore I saw something just on the periphery of my vision that made my head turn and I’d do the whole dance all over again. “What are you looking for?” Mandy asked, sounding suspicious. A bad luck of the draw had put us side by side in line. Calling the former athletic tomboy an enemy would be an extreme exaggeration; but we were neither of each other’s favorite people. “Nothing…” I lied. Is it a lie when everyone knows it? Or is it just politics? “He’s probably just peeing and hoping nobody notices,” Billy joked in front of me. “Shut up, Billy.” I said robotically. “I’m not peeing right now.” I’d already done that once before school and again after breakfast. Total wet and forget scenario. Would have stayed forgotten until Beouf or Zoge plopped me down on the changing table, too. It’s not that I was numb between my legs or had zero bladder control; it’s just that who in their right mind kept a constant tally on how many times they peed and pooped? Barring health issues and pain, most people forgot within a minute of washing their hands. For me there was no flush or handwashing, so I was starting to allow myself to forget as soon as my bladder stopped aching. If I didn’t have more important things to worry about that fact might have made me start to worry about myself. “You’re wet, though,” Billy laughed over his shoulder. Anyone with more than a day of dealing with toddlers would recognize that I was already wet. I’d been wet before Zoge took Ivy and I out to the bus loop and added to it during breakfast. The light blue and green striped romper Janet had dressed me in was especially snug between the legs. The pulp had done its job of absorbing everything I’d put into it and had had enough time to swell up. Still, my diaper was nowhere close to leaking and the snaps that ran up between my legs were holding firm. I was going to get changed at Circle Time, but only because it would be inconvenient to have to change me any other time prior to Lunch. What Billy was really looking for that Monday was a fight. Distractedly, I added to the banter and kept looking. “Pot? Did you just call your dear friend Kettle black?” We were about to go into the breezeway and then round the corner into the classroom but maybe I could see if a familiar car had pulled into the front parking lot. “Huh?” Billy said. “Pot?” Mandy rolled her eyes. “He’s saying you’re wet too.” She called back over her shoulder to Annie. “Your boyfriend is an idiot.” “I know,” Annie said. My eyes were elsewhere but I could hear the condescending smile. “He makes me laugh.” “Billy,” I heard Zoge call from Chaz’s stroller. “Eyes forward. Look where you’re going, my love.” Billy took the hint. “Clark, you too.” I stilled my head but my eyes kept going, straining to see in the direction of my ears. Damnit! Nothing! We were back in the breezeway, a brick wall to either side. A left turn would take us to Beouf’s room, but maybe I could jerk my head right and get one last peek in the parking lot. A tap on the shoulder brought me back. “Are you doing that thing, again?” Mandy asked. “Still worried what the big kids think of you?” I frowned at the absurdity. “What? No?” We’d left Breakfast so late that beyond a tardy car rider, there weren’t any actual students around to bear witness to my humiliation. “Good.” Mandy said. “You don’t look that babyish.” Easy for her to say. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d seen her dressed with anything needing snaps. Other than her diaper, Mandy tended to be dressed in clothes that my students might wear. A three or four year old’s wardrobe of shorts that weren’t quite baggy enough and skirts that weren’t quite long enough was a major upgrade from onesies, shortalls, rompers, or just the t-shirt and diaper combo. Rather than argue with her or vent or point out how she was referring to people a fraction of her age as ‘big kids’, I let it go and said “Thanks.” “What are you looking around for?” She asked as soon as we turned the corner. From behind, Ivy answered for me. “Miss Tracy’s not here today. Clark misses her.” I didn’t reply. There was no denying it. She hadn’t been at the bus loop. She hadn’t shuffled in late to the cafeteria to help with the kids at breakfast. I didn’t see any sign of her car. The only consolation I had was that Ambrose looked incredibly peeved, so Tracy’s absence probably wasn’t part of her plan. Brollish maybe…? No! Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it! Tracy was just gone. She didn’t show up today. Called in sick. Took a personal day. Or she just quit; got tired of Ambrose and Brollish’s bullshit and ran off with her man mountain of husband to start a new life. “Whoah!” Mandy said, snapping me out of my head. We were in Beouf’s room and the Amazon duo was unhooking us from the line harnesses. “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” I rasped. “I’m fine.” I was in no mood to fend off Billy or any of my other jackals. Her voice pitched down low and quiet. “You sure? You just looked like you were about to…” “Thanks. I’m good. Just…exhausted.” Exhausted was a good word for how I was feeling. A fine word. An adult word. One that was harder to pounce on than ‘tired’ or ‘cranky’. We waddled over to the front of the classroom and took our positions on the carpet. “I get it.” I stirred and looked gloomily at Mandy. Shauna was on her right, but there was another open spot on Shauna’s other side. She didn’t need to be sitting by me. “Get what?” “I get it,” she repeated. “You’re worried about your friend. That sucks.” “Yeah it does.” I kept breathing and looking down at the massive pulpy bulk squishing beneath me just so that my throat. Billy had gotten unhooked from the line first, but was still prowling around the semi-circle like a tiger in its cage looking for the perfect spot to sit. When Annie walked behind us and took the seat to Shauna’s right, leaving no room for her beau, Billy stopped and looked downright offended. Ivy plopped down on my left, wearing a soft pink dress with her legs covered up in thin white tights. It was just short of Picture Day fancy, and depending on how hot it got as the morning went on, she’d probably lose the tights by the time we got to the playground. Was that why Zoge tended to dress her daughter up so much? Were ornate and flashy baby dresses the closest thing she could fathom to letting Ivy grow up? Did that extra touch somehow make her feel better that her grown flesh and blood never got a real opportunity at life? Did she sleep better at night because at least her daughter was wearing top shelf baby gear instead of running around naked in just her diaper? That was giving Hana Zoge too much credit, I decided. I felt I understood her reasons for the awful things she’d done, but that didn’t mean she’d earned any kind of benefit of the doubt yet. Beouf high stepped over us and sat down cross legged at the head. “Billy, sit down,” she instructed. “We’re ready to begin.” In perfect choreographed harmony, we all heard the first tape on Chaz’s diaper rip from the bathroom “AH! COLD! COLD! COLD!” Zoge’s gentle laughing and cooing were less distinct from where I sat. Grudgingly, my most aggressive bully boy sat down next to Ivy and shot me a look of acknowledgement if not respect. That’s just how people like Billy were. I still had enough credibility in his mind where his antics were more friendly competition than any attempt to assert dominance. I leaned forward just enough to look past Ivy and returned the nod. Then she did the unthinkable. “I’m gonna miss Miss Tracy, too.” I stopped breathing. The full weight of that sentence was crushing my chest and I wanted to scream out in pain from it. Tracy. Gone. Forever. The last time I’d seen her was a fucking grocery store by accident and she wasn’t even in Oakshire anymore! And it was so obvious that even Ivy, a girl born and raised in a fantasy world, was emotionally aware enough that she could see the writing on the wall that I was refusing to read. Wasn’t that so like my life?! Too real! Too fucking real! Oblivious to my emotional state, or maybe not, the Little Yamatoan scooted sideways, leaned over, draped her arm across my shoulders, and pulled me in for the lightest, most gentle hug. I let her. What’s more, I hugged her back. “Thanks,” I whispered. “Welcome,” she whispered back. “EWWW! GROSS! IVY’S VIOLATING CLARK’S CONSENT AGAIN!” It all happened so fast that Beouf hadn’t gotten out the first syllable of one of her Yamatoan nursery rhymes. Ivy jerked up and away from me like she’d been caught doing something wrong. “Sorry!” she said. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to!” She started shuffling back, trying to separate herself from me. Just the accusation of her doing something wrong was making her shake. “SHE WAS TRYING TO SUCK ON HIM!” Billy shouted. “LIKE A VAMPIRE! I SAW TEETH! TEETH I TELL YOU!” Zoge rushed out of the bathroom, carrying Chaz. “Ivy?!” Chaz was blushing like a beet. “Mrs. Zoge!” He yelled. “You forgot to button me up!” “Mommy!” Ivy shouted. “I didn’t! I didn’t mean to!” “BILLY!” I snapped. “WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!” Billy was trying his best not to laugh at his own cruelty. “What?! I was saving your life. Ivy was trying to give you a hickey or something. She was about to mount you, I swear! That’s how it looked!” Ivy was shaking her head like she’d been accused of murder. The first few words coming out of her mouth were “No,” but after that it melted into what might have been a combination of Yamatoan and wordless blubbering. Chaz was set down so Ivy could be picked up, and soothed; her back rubbed and her bottom patted. No longer caring that his romper wasn’t buttoned up, Chaz wasted no time taking Ivy’s spot and reached out to both Billy and myself for celebratory high five. He got one from Billy. Oh, Ivy! That poor woman! Every time she did something even remotely ‘adult’, it became a scene. She’d been conditioned to the point where even the baseless accusation of impropriety reduced her to tears. Coming from Billy, the accusation had even less credibility. I boomed, “SHE GAVE ME A FUCKING SIDE HUG, YOU ASSHOLE! I WAS FEELING BAD AND SHE WAS TRYING TO BE NICE!” Mandy and the half of the class that normally hated my guts were nodding along. “It’s true, Mrs. B. Ivy was being good!” Half a second later she remembered to say, “So was Clark.” “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW?” Billy said, seeming far more entertained than outraged. I don’t know when I climbed to my feet and stared down at Billy. I just was. “Try minding your own business just once.” I’d woken up with a short fuse already. It was dwindling down. I was done yelling. Soon, a tiny voice in the back of my brain promised, I’d be done talking. Slowly, deliberately, Billy stood up to meet me. Shoulders back, head up, and chest bowed out. He was taller than me, younger, and in better shape. The anger and frustration I was feeling on so many levels didn’t give a damn. I’d never been in a real fight before. First time for everything. Beouf did not stand up, but there was a quiet, intimidating aura that was rapidly expanding from around her. “Billy. Clark. You’re both about to make a bad choice. Do you want to make a bad choice?” We ignored her. “Ivy’s off limits,” I growled. My fists and everything below my waist was clenched, cheeks included. “Yeah?” Billy said. “Yeah,” I mouthed. “Why’s that?” He wasn’t blinking. I was trembling. Given half a day to play with my words I could have told Ivy’s story in a compact enough way to make him understand that she’d had it harder than most. Given fifteen minutes I could at least bullshit some excuse so that he’d think leaving her alone was his idea. I didn’t want that kind of time. “Doesn’t matter,” I heard myself rasp. “Ivy’s. Off. Limits.” Billy’s eyes left me, feeling pressure from the other members of our clique. Zoge and Beouf were looking at each other. Everyone else, I felt, was staring at me. “Or else, what?” “Nope,” Beouf said, snatching me up. I was on her hip and dizzy from the near whiplash. “Nuh-uh. Not doing this. Not today. Not ever. Nope, nope, nope.” She started carrying me to the bathroom. “Billy. Time-out. Clark! Diaper change, then time-out! Mrs. Zoge, take over!” Billy instantly reverted to being a kid who got his hand caught in the proverbial cookie jar. “What’d I do?” “You know what you were doing,” she said, her body radiating anger and heat. “No,” Billy lied. “I was just trying to help! Honest!” I was at ground zero watching Melony’s eyes widen and her jaw go drill sergeant stiff. “Then,” she said evenly. “It seems I need to remediate you on the difference between helping, tattling, and provoking others. We’ll do it during your playground time.” “What? NO!” The rest of Billy’s protests were drowned out by the closing of the bathroom door. I was down on the changing table, and staring up into Melony’s eyes instead of my own ridiculous reflection while she popped open the snaps on my romper. “This isn’t what I meant when I was talking about looking out for Ivy.” “He started it!” I whined. I slapped the palm of my hand over my mouth. Wow, that sounded dumb. “What else was I supposed to do?” “Ignore him,” she said, gathering up the usual changing supplies. “Don’t let him bait you.” “Oh, come-” She threw me a warning look and opened up my diaper. I lowered my voice. “How often does that work in the real world?” I sucked in my breath and bit my tongue while the cold wipes passed over me. “It’s still against school rules,” Beouf said, crossing my ankles and lifting my legs. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’d get in if you actually got into a fight? Students being dangerous to other students is one of the few ways you could get expelled.” I crossed my arms and tried to forget the fact that a new diaper was being placed under me mid argument. “I know the student code of conduct,” I groused. “Wouldn’t Billy get expelled too?” “Who cares about Billy?” Melony asked. “I’m worried about you!” I locked eyes again and caught her blushing. The caught a glimpse of myself giving the biggest dumbest grin up at her. “Really?” “What?” she asked, pretending to be very focused on getting the tapes on my fresh Monkeez just right. “You’re gonna tell me you didn’t have favorites when you were a teacher?” “Not the point,” I said. “Agreed,” she said. “I’m very proud of you for trying to do the right thing, but there’s a right way and a wrong way to do it.” She was technically correct and I hated it. “What am I supposed to do?” “You work on just being nice to Ivy. I’ll take care of Billy. Just promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid or crazy for the rest of the day.” I huffed. “Fine. I promise.” I didn’t know it at the time, but that was a promise I wasn’t going to come close to keeping. Chapter 110: Crashing Down Time slowed down as I felt the thin bones and cartilage pop beneath my knuckles as my wild swing connected with its target. All around me screams of shock and panic rang out through the air. Heavy running footsteps thundered on the ground too late and the tiniest flecks of blood splattered onto my wrist. If I were a better liar, I’d tell you how I felt a terrible happiness, or a sense of numb peace knowing I’d sealed my fate on my own terms, or some other self-justifying bullshit. There was none of that in the then and there; only the unchecked rage of a full blown tantrum; the cathartic release of a pressure that had been building and building for weeks on end until it finally popped like a cork from a bottle of sparkling wine. I had my reasons of course. I had plenty of them. But for those few glorious moments between the reason that preceded it and the terror that followed, I had only raw red righteous anger pumping through my veins. No future. No past. No regrets. No fears. No anticipation. No pain. No tears. Just red. All of that would come later and very very soon after the popping and crunching, but in that moment, I had no such thing weighing me down or rippling out from that moment. Such reflections would only come in the micro-seconds after my fist was reeling back for a second swing. ************************************************************************************************* “Do you wanna play dollies, or racecars?” Ivy asked me at the independent play center. “Neither,” I said. We were both on our knees on the carpet next to Beouf’s kidney table, restlessly rifling through the toy selection while being careful not to make too much of a mess. We’d have to clean up anything we spilled once centers rotated again and couldn’t make so much noise that it would disturb anyone not specifically paying attention to us. “What about both?” Ivy offered. “The dollies are too big to ride in the cars, but we could have them sit on top of the roofs or something. “So you want to pretend that the dollies are Amazons and the cars belong to Littles?” “Yeah!” Ivy smiled, then frowned. “I mean, no! Little cars are not toys.” She didn’t fully believe what she was saying, but she was trying to be polite. The stroller Janet pushed me around in was bigger than the scooter I used to take to work. “No thanks, Ivy.” I said. “Good effort, though.” Ivy looked briefly crestfallen but busied herself playing with a dollhouse. My eyes scanned the toy shelf, and I felt a sour taste settle in the back of my mouth. The play center was probably my least favorite of the morning activity rotations. Being right next to Beouf’s kidney table, it didn’t have the privacy of the reading nook, and it lacked the direction and pretense of the puzzle table or the attention of either Amazon. The options were to select a toy to entertain yourself for a few minutes, and thus take ownership of that playtime, or to sit and sulk. Boredom could be a powerful motivator. I’d spent more time than I cared to recognize sitting there every day and fiddling with plastic stacking rings, or playing chicken with a jack-in-the-box set to pop before the weasel, just so I could have something to do. lBeouf and Zoge were masterful at creating scenarios where giving in and accepting perpetual infancy felt like common sense, but at the end of the day sometimes all that was really needed were toys and time. Trap someone in diapers for long enough and they’ll wet their pants. Give someone nothing to do but fiddle with useless pieces of plastic, and they’ll play. I wasn’t even an hour removed from my confrontation with Billy, so I was still stewing in it and quietly imagining scenarios where I knocked his block off. The sense of injustice for Ivy that I’d been feeling was only compounded by my own personal outrage that my hard one authority was being challenged again; publicly this time. It’s not like either of us were in an environment where we could work out and build muscle, but genetics and youth were kinder to Billy. He was a more natural athlete than me and I wouldn’t want to arm wrestler or race him. He was no Bert Braun though; and lacked the grit that years of manual labor had built on top of my father-in-law’s frame. That and he was cockier, besides. I popped my pacifier in my mouth and sucked on it, drawing comfort from the fantasy at punching the kid in the throat. All the padding that his diaper provided wouldn’t protect him from a swift kick in the balls; and he did love to spread his legs. I frowned and immediately spat the pacifier out, the rubber tasting of cognitive dissonance. Beating Billy’s ass, even if it were probable, would only get me suspended or worse. Fighting, being a clear and present danger to other students, was an easy way to get expelled. Getting expelled for violence wouldn’t just banish me from one of the few familiar places I had left to me; it’d guarantee me a ticket to New Beginnings. I couldn’t imagine a daycare would want to accept me unless I’d been properly ‘rehabilitated’. Ivy’s looked back from her doll house, her eyes starting to get red puffy again. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered. “I’m sorry I hugged you.” What happened at Circle Time was still eating at her, too. It was strange, but that made me feel better about my decision to stand up for her. Ivy wasn’t nearly as mindfucked as I’d let myself believe. Not everything rolled off her back so easily. I gently shook my head and tried to replicate my best adult-talking-to-a-crying-kid voice. “Nuh-uh,” I whispered. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” I quickly added, “Next time, maybe ask, but I’m not mad. I would have said ‘yes’.” The Little Yamatoan spread her arms wide. “Can I have one now?” Goodness help me…. “Sure.” On our knees, on the carpet, Ivy and I shuffled forward and wrapped our arms gently around each other. “Thank you,” Ivy said. “Awwwwwww!” I let go of Ivy and backed away like I’d been caught doing something indecent. Over at the puzzle table, Mandy and Shauna were cradling their faces in their hands, and gushing like they’d seen a puppy and a bunny rabbit making friends. Right next to us at the kidney table, Tommy and Jesse were snickering behind their hands right next to us. “Keep working, everyone,” Beouf said. “You should only be worried about what is going on at your center.” Annie and Sandra Lynn were similarly redirected with a gentle tapping on Zoge’s desk. I only caught a flash of the former’s worried frown and the latter’s silly grin before I was treated to the back of their heads once more. Over by the reading nook, two beanbags jiggled as Chaz and Billy buried themselves and yucked it up. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked, face starting to boil. “Remember that story you told me this weekend? Why haven’t you told anybody else about it?” Ivy sat back on her heels and seemed to consider it. “I don’t want to.” “Don’t want to, or not allowed to?” I asked. “Don’t want to.” My hand reached sideways out of habit and I grabbed a large toy dump truck off the bottom row. I tilted the dump body up and down, trying to pour some of the anxious, angry energy I was feeling into the yellow mound of metal and rubber. “Why not?” “That would make me different,” she said. “More different,” she corrected herself. “I’m a baby, but not Adopted.” She leaned over and put a doll inside the truck’s dump bin, setting it with its arms draped over the side like it was lounging. “My Mommy is the same Mommy I’ve always had.” She leaned back and sat down on her bottom, spreading her legs. Even though she was still wearing those white tights, she fluffed out her dress to cover up as much of the diaper bulge as possible without stretching the material.. “She taught me right.” So much to unpack there, but I let the comment go out of pity. “They might be nicer to you, if they knew,” I told her. I gently rolled the truck to her and she stopped it. She waited for me to mirror her so she could roll it back. We had made a kind of pen using our legs. “I don’t think so,” she replied, softly. “People don’t like things that are different.” I caught the rolling dump truck as she passed it and turned it around. “That’s not true.” “Yes it is.” There was no hesitation there. “I was different when people thought I was a big girl and went to big girl school and my friends were mean to me. Then I went back to daycare and I stopped being different.” More than likely, I realized, that was probably because the doomed Littles in Yamatoa were either so mind fucked that they didn’t know how to be mean to her, or they had the common decency to take pity on someone who was an actual child. By the time she left the country, she’d gone through puberty, and had long been a fixture with any and all of the adult Littles already trapped there. I rolled the truck back while trying to find a way to counter her without it becoming a circular argument. “Have you tried telling other Littles before?” “Yes,” she said simply. She pushed it back without turning it around. I pushed the truck back. It went so fast and so sudden that the doll fell over. “Alright, what happened?” Ivy took a moment to prop the doll back up. “Some were nice. Lots were mean. Much opportunity for hardship. All went away when they learned they were really babies like me.” Much more gently, she rolled the toy back over to me. “Why did you tell me, then?” I asked. “You’re different, too.” That felt like an accidental insult. “No. I’m not.” “You used to be a Grown-Up,” Ivy said softly, a hint of awe creeping into her tone. I remembered the truck and kept rolling it. Using just my index finger I circled the room. “So did they,” I said. “How do you know?” Ivy held the truck. “Did you see them be Grown-Ups?” “No.” “Have they told you about them being Grown-Ups?” “N…” I stopped. “A little bit, yeah.” That was a weird question. Come to think of it, we didn’t talk so much about who we were before we had our lives ripped away from us. Snippets here and there when we were feeling really sorry for ourselves, but that was about it. “Why is that?” I wondered aloud. The Yamatoan had a strangely profound answer. “It does not feel natural to talk about who we used to be.” A bit of her mother’s accent and patter snuck into her speech. “The frog often does not think to tell its tadpoles that it too was a tadpole.” “You’re losing me, Ivy.” She passed the toy truck back. “I knew you when you were a Grown-Up. Everybody did. That makes you different, too. That’s why I told you.” At least she didn’t mention something about me sticking around forever. “What if I told everybody?” I offered. “Tell them the story you told me?” Ivy’s entire body stiffened. “Please don’t.” Wow. That had come out wrong. I held up my palms trying to make myself look less threatening. “Not what I meant. I mean, maybe there’s a way I could tell them for you so that they wouldn’t be so mean. So that they would…” I bit my lip and reached up so I could at least squeeze my pacifier like it was Lion. There really wasn’t a good way of saying I wanted to spread the pity around. I settled on, “I’m a teacher. I’m good at explaining things.” “No.” Ivy said, shaking her head. “Please no.” “Why not?” “Do you need a reason to not want a hug?” I sucked on my teeth and let the pacifier dangle again. “Point taken.” Something caught my attention from the corner of my eye. Across from the play center, on the other side of the room, was the reading nook. It was completely barricaded off from Zoge’s sight, and Beouf would have to consciously lean over in her seat to see what went on there. It’s why it was most Littles favorite place to poop if they could get the timing right. Semi-privacy and only sharing your humiliation with one other equally as doomed person. Billy and Chaz had unburied themselves from the beanbag chairs and had taken up a new pastime. They were on their knees hugging each other. That’s the excuse they would have gone with, anyhow. I could already hear Billy’s indignant voice in my head: “What? We were just hugging! Gibson and Ivy can hug but I can’t hug a friend?” Before we met, Billy already knew how to push buttons and play dumber than he really was. He and Chaz weren’t just hugging, however. The way they rubbed their hands over one another’s backs and pressed their faces together, cheek to cheek, gave off more sensual undertones. Looking right at me, they puckered their lips like dying fish, and blew kisses at me. Clark and Ivy sitting in a tree… Caught between our two stations, Mandy and Shauna looked side to side to gauge the boys’ pantomime and Ivy and my reaction. Ivy didn’t seem to notice. My face must have been something priceless, because as soon as they spied me, they used their pacifiers to muffle their giggles. My hand tightened to fist. I was gonna knock Billy’s block off. March right up to him and punch him in the nose. As soon as I stood up a familiar hand reached up and clamped onto my wrist, immobilizing me. Even if I pulled as hard as I could, there was no way I was going to escape Ivy’s grasp. “Ivy…” I leaned in and whispered. “Let go.” For my discretion I heard tiny popping sounds travel across the classroom and straight into my ears. K-I-S-S-I-N-G… “No,” Ivy said. “Don’t be bad. Don’t be naughty.” First Ivy…first then Billy. Even with all her recessive strength, Ivy would be caught off guard if I punched her in the face. Everybody had a plan until they got hit hard enough. I wouldn’t knock out any teeth, but I could shock and stun her enough to…what was I thinking? There was another play here that I wasn’t seeing, something to keep Billy off my back and give me time. I sat back down, but Ivy didn’t let go of my hand. True to form, my disciples changed their positions and held hands in mock reflection of us. Their eyelids batting and continuing to mime making out with each other with their tongues flapping out of their mouths disgustingly. Billy reached out and groped Chaz on the chest. Chaz threw back his head in fake ecstasy. “Billy! Chaz!” Beouf called from her kidney table. “This is your one chance before I call your parents!” “But we weren’t doing anything!’ Billy lied, poorly. “I don’t want to hear it, young man.” “You can’t even see what we’re doing!” Beoufs head motioned to me and then the girls muffling themselves with rubber dummies. “I don’t need to. I can see what everyone else is doing.” She looked over the top of me and straight towards Ivy. Her eyes doubled back on her hand over my wrist. “Good girl, Ivy. Let him go.” Evidently, no one was nearly as quiet as they suspected. Billy and Chaz finished out that particular center rotation glaring at me over the top of large hardback children’s books. Their gaze was unblinking and unforgiving, as if I’d been the one to tattle on them and break some kind of code. I’d only wanted to break Billy’s stupid face; maybe boot Chaz in the ribs or something. When the timer went off and we were supposed to go pull the latest symbol off of our visual schedule, my two disciples were slow approaching. Tommy crawled alongside Chaz, the pair looking like a couple of dire wolves on the prowl. FLICK! A painful, stinging thud lit my left earlobe up. Without thinking I covered my ear with my hand. Tommy, of course. I knew it before I whirled around. The wolf imagery was entirely accurate: Pack tactics. Bullying by numbers. I’d created monsters that I could not control; whose only sense of loyalty was based on who helped them feel good about themselves and inflict pain on others. How fucking immature! I understood Ivy’s hesitance. With how they were now, Ivy would be even more of an Amazon to them, and the rules of the game I’d created were to frustrate the Amazons and their Helpers as much as possible at every turn no matter how self destructive. Wait a second! Game! A bolt of inspiration struck me! “Ow,” I said, rubbing my ear. “Good one!” “Thanks,” Tommy said. He blinked and realized what he’d just admitted to. “One what?” I threw in a conspiratorial wink. “Good,” I said, leaning in. “Just don’t overdo it. I don’t want them to guess.” Then, because I was still extremely petty, I stealthed my arm up to the other side of Tommy’s head and flicked the bottom of his ear. “Ow!” Tommy jumped back, rubbing his ear. “Clark,” Melony gave away who she was watching, “that’s your last warning, too. Your Mommy is a lot closer than everybody else’s, young man.” “Yes, Mrs.B!” I chirped back, filled with fake sunshine. Tommy took the next symbol off of his schedule and stared at me. “What are you talking about? Who are we trying to fool?” I took my own token, and turned my hands to the side of my face to create lip-reading blinders. Using only my breath, I mouthed the word, “Ivy”. A malicious spark lit up in Tommy’s eyes. I had him hooked! I put down my hands and saw him rattle his head. “No,” he mouthed. I didn’t need to look over my head to know that I’d just been spared a second salvo from another member of the A.L.L.; probably Billy. ******************************************************************************************************** Annie came and sat across from me during snacks, right on cue. “What are you doing?” she asked me, point blank. “I’m sitting here with my new friend, Ivy.” I said. “Would you like to join us?” The only girl member of the A.L.L. narrowed her eyes. “Suuuure.” She was suspicious, but receptive. Word about what I’d said to Tommy had gotten around to the rest of the group in between center rotations. Being the most emotionally intelligent of my crew, Annie had come to verify for herself. Thank goodness. If there was a con, she’d be the one to sense it. If something needed to get broken down in a language that even Billy could understand, she’d be the one to translate. Meaning if I could sell Annie on leaving Ivy alone, she’d do the rest of the work for me. “So…” Annie said. She gestured across the table. Ivy hadn’t left my side. “This is new. I heard you had a lot of fun together at the Fall Festival.” “Yes,” Ivy agreed. “Lots of fun. Then Clark came over to my house and we played.” “Oh really ?!” Annie looked like she wasn’t sure if she should be interested, amused, or offended. Perhaps all three. Whatever it was, she smiled in a way that vaguely reminded me of Brollish. I returned the look, and babbled like an idiot, never breaking eye contact. “Oh yeah. Lots of fun. We bounced in the bouncy castles a whole lot! Just us Littles! My Mommy forgot to unbuckle my leash, but then Ivy did it for me.” Annie’s smile slowly mutated into something more genuine. She looked directly at Ivy. “You did?” Ivy blushed and looked away, smiling from the look of admiration on her peer’s face. “Yeah.” My strategy was elegant in its simplicity. Ivy had grabbed my attention when I realized her strength could be used for more than just keeping Littles from running away in the bus loop. All I had to do to get her some social breathing room was sell the idea that staying on her good side could be valuable in the future. Ivy was too trusting and obedient on the whole to be a lookout, a schemer, or an instigator; but a Little that could remove Amazon strength diaper tapes was a golden flying unicorn that crapped rainbows. One would have to be an idiot to not see the potential there. It was a lie of omission, one that played on selfishness and the fantasy of escape, but it would work in the short term. Speaking of short term, finding a way to manipulate my classmates towards my own constructive ends was keeping me from losing my temper and worrying about Tracy. “Hey, Ivy,” I said. “Maybe your Mommy needs help passing out snacks?” The Little Yamatoan looked weary, suspicious even. I got so close that I was practically kissing her. “Don’t worry,” I promised. “I’m not gonna tell her the story.” Ivy leaned back away from me. “Pinky swear?” I wrapped my smallest digit around hers. “Pinky swear.” Ivy got up and waddled over to Zoge by the snack cabinets. Annie and I scanned the room to make sure Beouf was busy passing out paper towels. “Seriously?” she asked. I nodded. “Yeah. She’s that strong. I saw it myself.” Annie’s eyes glazed over with envy and a kind of greed like mine had no doubt been. It wouldn’t take much more to reel her in. And where Annie went, Billy and the others would follow like dominoes. A knock at the back door interrupted my sales pitch. No one said “come in”, but it creaked open anyway. “Hell-o,” an unfamiliar voice called in. “Knock-Knock. Can I come in?” An Amazon stepped inside the classroom carrying plastic cartons stacked on top of each other. “Is this Mrs. Beouf’s room? The baby room?” My eye twitched. For obvious reasons, I did not like this woman, with her bleached blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail so tight that I could see her roots. For half a second, I thought it was Helena Madra, but Amy’s Mommy had less severe features, and paler skin. There was a resemblance, but only in the broadest strokes; like two actors auditioning for the same role. This woman, wearing a bright red suit with a stiff skirt that went all the way down to her ankles and thin rimmed dark sunglasses perched on top of her head, had an air of entitlement and authority about her. Like most Amazons, I could tell she was very used to getting her way. I didn’t think she was a school board member, but she could have been some kind of nebulous regional official; an unelected supervisor from the county. If it were later in the year, I could see the cupcakes being some kind of Teacher Appreciation stunt, but it wasn’t even Winter Break yet. Something in the back of my mind was brewing. Why did she seem so familiar? Beouf looked up from passing out paper napkins and walked to the back of her classroom. “Hello,” she smiled. “How can I help you?” The stranger extended her hand in greeting. “Hi there. Martha Dunwhich,” she said as if that was supposed to mean anything. Dunwhich? That did mean something, but not to Beoufl Beouf took her hand and shook it. “Melony Beouf, pleased to meet you, ma’am. What can I do for you?” I popped my pacifier in my mouth and started working it furiously, biting and gnashing it. I stared down at the activity table and did everything I could to slow my breathing. This woman was largely a stranger to me, but I’d met her before. “My daughter Emily’s birthday was yesterday,” the Amazon said. “She’s four years old!” “Congratulations,” Beouf said. She was being polite, but I could tell she was annoyed. A parent not connected to any of your students in interrupting your class- who wouldn’t be? “And I wanted to let her celebrate her big day with all of her school friends,” the intruder droned on. “But, I seemed to have bought too many cupcakes for the class and I wanted to see if your students wanted the extra.” A murmuring broke out around me. Free sweets were free sweets. They were Amazon sized too; they were practically burgers with chocolate frosting on top. They probably weren’t spiked, but if they were, who cared? We were all padded up and denied potty privileges as it was. Nothing to lose. I didn’t join in. Martha Dunwhich was the last parent I’d gotten to interact with before I had my accident right there in the I.E.P. meeting. Her last words to me were,, “Why are you pooping your pants?” in the most condescending tone ever. “That’s very generous,” Beouf replied. “We were just about to have snacks, but that’s a lot of sugar for their tummies.” Groans of protest erupted out of the mouths of my classmates.. “Oh no no,” what should have been my student’s parent said. “I totally agree. I’m not saying you have to pass them out now. Mrs. Ambrose isn’t having our party until after lunch.” She gestured behind her to what was supposed to be my classroom. “I’ve got two more tins over there. You can have these and do whatever you want with them.” I heard, but did not see Beouf hem and haw semi-theatrically. “What do you think Mrs. Zoge?” “I think it would be a very nice treat for them,” Zoge paused. “On the playground. After naps. If they’re good.” “Sounds like a plan,” Beouf said. I looked up to the sound of resounding cheers as my mentor took the confections out of the intruder’s arms. I was gripping the edge of the table like it was a lap bar on a roller coaster. I wanted this to be over. I wanted this giant bitch to leave and get on with my day. I wanted to find ways to trick and manipulate my friends old and new so that none of them were mean to each other. I wanted to not think about my classroom and the eerie silence that was emanating from it and what that might not mean. I wanted to not accidentally hope that that might mean Tracy had come back in. Annie did a double take looking from me to Dunwhich and back. She saw the look of recognition in my eyes “Clark, who’s that?” “Clark?” Dunwhich repeated it. “Clark Gibson?” She peered past Beouf and into the center of the room where I was sitting. Eye contact was made and I froze. She slipped past Beouf and hunkered down at the side of the table so that she was my eye level, gawking at me “Oh my gosh! You’re so cuuuuute!” she trilled. I bit down on rubber and gripped the table, doing my best to avoid eye contact. Mission Failed. She just leaned in, grinning like Janet had on that first awful day. “Look at you! In your romper, enjoying your paci.” “Ma’am…” Beouf interjected. My friend’s politeness was outright ignored. I felt a hand reach under the table and grip at my feet. “Do you have widdle booties on? No. But that’s okay.” Her hand shot back up over the table and wrenched my cheek. “I bet you’re so much happier now that you’re out of those big boy clothes and have a Mommy or Daddy to take care of you instead of a yucky job.” WHOMP! Everyone froze. Beouf’s eyes went wide with surprise. My fist slammed the table so hard that it thundered. I hadn’t even thought to do it. It just happened. “Whoah,” Dunwhich said, standing back up and out of range of my swings. “ Someone’s cranky!” She wagged her finger at me. I couldn’t tell if she was mocking me or genuinely believed what she was saying. “Remember what your teacher said. Only good babies get cupcakes.” Beouf side stepped in between us. “Ma’am. Please don’t put your hands on my students.” That ‘I want to speak to your manager’ energy I’d sensed started to boil and bubble up to the surface. “I was only saying how cute he was!” Then as if everyone hadn’t figured it out she swelled with pride and said. “I was there when he pooped his pants, right in front of me. Didn’t even notice it or care until I pointed it out!” I expected laughter but heard none, and it had nothing to do with the ringing in my ears. “I think he’s in a much more appropriate placement now, don’t you?” “I understand,” Beouf said, “but do you know his Mommy?” “No, why?” “Would you want anyone you didn’t know or approve of putting their hands on…on…” “Emiwy,” I mumbled past my pacifier. “Would you want anyone you didn’t approve of putting their hands on Emily?” Beouf repeated. “Especially when she was a baby and couldn’t decide to say no to anyone?” The intruder started to object. “Of course not. I went through three nannies because of…” she stopped as the gift of self-awareness loomed its ugly head. “Oh. But this is different.” “How?” “I wasn’t hurting him…” she sounded unsure. Possibly because I hadn’t stopped rubbing my throbbing cheek since she released me. “Oh. Oh.” She took a step back. “He’s just a Lit…” she stopped herself and Zoge walked over to open the back door a little wider, making it creak. “Oh, baby,” she said to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” I remained mute. “Thank you for the cupcakes, ma’am.” Beouf said politely yet curtly. “My class will enjoy them.” Dunwhich regained some composure. “You’re very welcome. I’m going to get back to the preschool room.” “Good idea.” There was silence after she closed the door. No one said a word. We either didn’t dare or didn’t know what to say. “You handled that very well,” Melony told me. I didn’t recoil at her touch when she petted me top of my head. “For group story time today,” Zoge quietly suggested, “perhaps we should get one of the story books about how it’s okay to say ‘no’ sometimes.” “Yeah,” Beouf nodded. She removed her glasses, and rubbed her temples. “And Mrs. Zoge?” “Yes, Mrs. Beouf?” “Let’s cut the cupcakes in half. Half now, half later.” A raucous cheer went up at that. ************************************************************************************************************ Things were looking up all the way until Lunch that Monday. Gears were turning in motion as far as my social life, and I was running on a major sugar high. Amazon cupcakes…holy fuck, those things were loaded with enough sugar to give a bull elephant diabetes! Close to two hours later and everyone was still buzzing like we’d downed three mugs of coffee. I lied to myself and said I was going to insist that Janet put on that yoga video we’d found as soon as I got home. The only thing I was really looking forward to was getting the other half of one of those cupcakes. Even Ivy was bouncing up and down in her seat. “Nap time is going to be a bust,” Beouf called over to Zoge as they sat us in our communal highchairs. “It was a mistake,” Zoge agreed, “but it was a good mistake.” “Does that mean we can have more?” I asked while the bibs were busy being tied on and the trays of toddler friendly cafeteria food were being wheeled out. My mentor gave me a look and the vaguest hint of a smile played at her lips. “What?” I said. “Sugar us up, let us run around, and put us on the bus. We’re not your problem after the bell rings.” Beouf spooned up what could generously be called pasta and zoomed some towards my mouth. “I have to deal with you.” I took the concoction that was at least fifty percent heated ketchup and swallowed. “Yeah, but I’m not a problem. I’m friggin’ adorable.” If my old friend had been drinking milk it would have squirted out her nose. “Booger,” she grinned and switched to Ivy’s bowl. “It’s a good thing I love you.” “Do you love me, Mrs. B?” Tommy asked. “Can I have a cupcake?” This resulted in a chain reaction. Everyone wanted to be loved by the teacher all of a sudden if it meant getting the other half of that cupcake. “You’ll all get the other half if you keep being good,” Beouf promised. She stuck a spork into some limp over cooked green beans and slid them towards Tommy’s lips. “Eat your veggies, baby boy.” Twenty minutes in, when the majority of the cafeteria had already cleared out, I realized something. Still no sign of Tracy. Also no sign of Ambrose or any of my kids. I could have sworn I saw them walk through the lunch line, same as always. Had they finished already? “Mrs. B,” I asked, “Where’s Miss Tracy’s class?” Beouf looked behind her and paused. “Huh. I don’t know. Maybe they’re doing something special for the birthday girl or something.” That was a hard line of logic to follow. The idea that Ambrose might do something fun or special for one of her students felt like such a stretch because it wasn’t promoting abject misery and terror. Given her druthers I could see Ambrose stuffing her face with the cupcakes in front of her students and forcing them to watch in silence. That or conducting academic death matches to decide who gets a bite of frosting. There was also Emily’s mother to factor in. Dunwhich didn’t seem in a hurry to leave and without Tracy, Ambrose might have seen the benefit of allowing a parent volunteer. I could also very much see Dunwhich complaining to the principal if her daughter wasn’t given the princess treatment on the day after her special day. “Anybody need an emergency change?” Beouf asked Zoge while we were being hitched together on the line leash. “Nothing that can’t wait until we get back to class,” Zoge said, tying me and Ivy together. “Okay then,” Beouf said, leading the front. “Let’s go back and try to take a nap,” A giddy punchdrunk giggle made its way through the ten of us. We waddled through the back door underneath the blow fan, and a yawn bellowed out of me. Sugar crash and a full stomach was finally starting to kick in. A nap might be easier than Beouf anticipated. We rounded the back corner out of the cafeteria as we always did and any chance of me allowing unconsciousness to claim me. Beouf had been correct: Ambrose was doing something special with the class. Three and four year olds wore pointy party hats with elastic string chin straps holding them to the top of their heads. They sat cross legged on picnic blankets with disciplined expressions on their faces while a boombox was put on a chair blasting bland generic party music. The overbearing helicopter parent who I’d been humiliated in front of walked from student to student, her daughter Emily pointing out which classmate of hers got which cupcake. The moment a child was given their dessert, all pretense and discipline left them and they shoved the massive baked good into their tiny mouths. “What do you say?” Mrs. Dunwhich asked. “Fankoo!” the child gushed with crumbs and frosting spilling out of their mouths. “And…?” “Happy Birfday Emwy!” At a glance, it was kind of nice, actually. Nothing too flashy or over the top. Kids getting some very basic manners lessons and a treat. I spotted a box of loose sidewalk chalk just out of reach of the picnic blankets. So the kiddos would get some play, too? Ignoring the fact that that had once been my supply of chalk, I actually felt happy for my kids. But there three people missing from the picture: Tracy, Elmer, and Ambrose. I knew where Tracy was, or rather wasn’t, but where were Elmer and Ambrose? I got my answer right as we finished walking past the cafeteria. Around the opposite corner from the one we’d circled around, near the front of the cafeteria, and just across from the entrance of the preschool classroom, Ambrose was down on one knee and growling at a red faced and crying Elmer. Ambrose’s voice was too low for me to understand what she was saying, and Elmer’s distress had advanced to the point where all he was doing was shaking his head and blubbering, but I had a very good idea of what was going on; and it was very…very bad. Elmer, my poor Tweener student had snot coming out of his nose and he was gripping onto his pants like it was a life raft in shark infested waters. Despite that he couldn’t hike them up far enough to hide the diaper bulge beneath his clothes. Elmer was completely potty trained, though. But Ambrose was holding out one hand and pointing at the ground with the other. She’d diapered him again, and was demanding that he take off the one bit dignity that was left to him. No clue why. His clothes were no more messy than anybody else’s his age; cleaner in fact. Poor kid hadn’t even had a cupcake yet if his clothes were any indication. Not a trace of frosting on his face or fingers. Beouf turned her head towards the noise. I saw her frown and mutter something to herself. The line stopped with her for just a second, but we kept walking. Office politics. Making a child cry, even one as sweet as Elmer, wasn’t a breach of professional conduct. Neither was putting a diaper on a child who ‘needed it’ at teacher discretion. Brollish might even let public humiliation slide if Ambrose dressed it up in the right way. It’s not like anyone else would stand up for the poor kid. Enough was enough. I reached forward and flicked the air. “Tommy,” I whispered. Tommy flinched and looked over his shoulder. “I’m about to do something awesome, tell Billy in front of you to get ready.’ He looked doubtful but I ignored him and tapped Ivy beside me on the shoulder. “Ivy,” I hissed over to her. “Undo my buckle! Hurry!” We were approaching the breezeway and fast. “What?” Ivy whispered back, sounding afraid. I was asking her to do something she knew was against the rules. “Don’t worry,” I promised. “You won’t get in trouble. I’ll say I tricked you. Just do it! Hurry!” “But I-” “I’ll do whatever you want,” I interrupted. “I’ll let you hug me as hard as I can. You can kiss me on the cheek whenever you want. Or the lips, I don’t care!” I jostled the immovable buckle around my torso and legs. “Just get me out of this thing!” Real, tangible fear lit up the Little Yamatoan’s expression .“Can’t you wai-?” “Ivy!” I cut her off,, my cheeks feeling suddenly wet. “There’s a little kid back there, a real little kid, who is being picked on, Ivy! He’s being picked on because he’s different for things that he can’t help! And you’re the only one that can help him.” I tugged again at the buckle. “Now, Ivy!” Deceptively strong yet tiny hands shot out and squeezed the release latch. I slipped out of the harness and sprinted back towards the cafeteria before the woven tether touched the cement.. Everything went into slow motion while my heart pounded fire into my veins. Zoge cried out and reached out to try and stop me, calling my name. Chaz’s laughter mixed with her screams and he rocked back as hard as he could in the moving stroller, forcing her to try to break his fall or stop my escape. Heads must have whipped around fast enough to break the sound barrier and cries went out with “Clark!” being shouted out the way most people screamed “Fire!” Heavy footsteps were cut short with confused shouts of “Look out!” and crocodile tear cries announcing Annie and Billy entering the fray, tripping up Beouf, yanking around the rest of the class, and generally getting underfoot so that she couldn’t catch up in time. Already, Tommy was shouting something along the lines of “Ivy did it! Ivy!” Screams and laughter. Screams and laughter. Would be anarchists and brats, model prisoners and babies all raising their voices as sacred routine, ritual, and daily transition were broken. To some it was glorious. to others, terrifying. Along the side of the building, pudgy frosting covered hands pointed at my approach while the one other adult was busy trying to select the perfect cupcake for her precious princess. I didn’t consciously hear or see any of that. I only pieced it all together after the fact. Tunnel vision and hearing had me. A primal, vicious instinct took over. The one coherent word out of my mouth was a bellowing “HEY!” causing Ambrose to look right at me. No satisfaction filled me while my fist collided perfectly with her snout of a nose. No thoughts of how I was ending it all by swinging as hard as I could and bopping this finless dead eyed shark as hard as I could. My face wasn’t capable of expressing any joy while bones and cartilage crunched and bits of blood came away onto my knuckles. There’s an old saying: “Show me a man who resorts to violence, and I’ll show you a man who’s run out of good ideas.” I guess I’d just run out of good ideas… Time sped up when I drew back my fist. “MOTHER! FUCKER!” Ambrose covered her face and roared. I went to swing again but before I could a meaty paw of a hand smacked me across the face and knocked me off my feet. My ears rang and my breath raced out of my chest while my body collided with the ground, my skin burning as my arms skidded across the rough concrete. This must have been what it was like to get kicked in the head by an emu or something! Dizzy and bewildered I started flying, being hoisted up in the air, jerked around as if by a crane, my face hovering over the ground as tendrils of lightning started sparking against my backside. I was three spanks in before it finally registered to my body what was happening. More screaming and shrieking and crying. None of it from me because I didn’t have the air to do it. My lungs contracted but would not inhale. My body kicked and tensed and flopped but had no more potency than a ragdoll. Lion would have taken a better beating. The only signs of life my body provided were the tears, snot, and piss that were getting beat out of me while I agonized with every cell of my brain and body certain that this was the end. I was going to die. Everything was over. I was going to die. In mind if not body. Body too, more than likely. The ogre was going to beat me to death, I was sure. “PUT HIM DOWN!” came Beouf’s roar. It still sounded far away. Everything sounded far away. More cries from all around me, but the pain didn’t stop. The thundering blows rained down on me like falling meteorites, and I just went limp. “STOP!” “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” The screams, shouts, and protests all mixed together into a chaotic dirge. Classroom doors opened, and onlookers peered out into the bubbling chaos. Littles, students, and teachers added their voices to the song. “HOLY FU-!” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “STO-!” THWACK! THWACK! “SOMEBODY GET THE PRI-!” THWACK! THWACK! “CLAR-!” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “SOMEBODY CALL THE CO-!” THWACK! “GIBSO-!” THWACK! “DON’T-!” THWACK! THWACK! “SOMEBODY GET MISS GRA-!” THWACK! “I’M FILM-!” THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! “PUTA! PUT THAT LIT-!” THWACK! “BOSS!” WHOOMF! The world blurred forward for a few feet. The sound of flesh being struck still thundered in my ear for a few seconds, but no direct pain registered. I was beyond pain, now. Something had changed though.. I was on the ground, again, but couldn’t see anything. Something, or someone was huddled over me, wrapping me up, shielding me. I breathed in and my lungs felt like they were stabbing me from the inside with thousands of tiny needles. A ragged gasping cry gurgled out of me. And it happened again. And again. And again. All the while, my savior held me closer and tighter, squeezing me gently and supporting my head, pressing me up close to them; almost cradling me. “GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!” I heard a deep, masculine voice crack the air like thunder. “YOU DO NOT EVER….EVER!...PUT YOUR HANDS ON A STUDENT LIKE THAT!” Another voice screamed. “HE BOKE MUH DOSE! DUH IDDUH BAT BOKE MUH DOSE!” “IS THAT MIST-?” “DID YOU SEE THAT?!” “THAT LITTLE JUST RAN UP TO HER AND-!” “IS HE O-?” “BACK INSIDE CHIL-!” “WHY DID HE-?!” “WHY WAS SHE-?” “CLARK?!” Through my continued wailing and impact scrambled brain cells I was unable to recognize any of the myriad of voices that were screaming their outrage for and against me. The first voice I actively recognized was the one nearest to me, with her body directly on top of mine, shielding me as best she could from further blows. “It’s okay, Boss,” Tracy whispered softly to me. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Boss. I’ve got you.”

Chapter 62: Three Letters I was awake before Mom had come to get me out of the crib and change me. If not for the fact that yesterday had been New Year’s Day, I wouldn’t have a good sense of what day it was. Christmas break had been a blur, but I as laid in the crib, I was reasonably certain that today was the first day back in school. Mom had not addressed the topic of school, not since two days ago, when I had proven once and for all that I wasn’t capable of being a big girl. The preschool Emilia was graduating into this January when she turned four didn’t take kids that weren’t potty trained. Why should the standards for a high school be any different? And did I even want to go to school? The thought of having to face Samantha and Desi again, and Lisa, after what I’d said and done to alienate them, terrified me. The only justification for my behavior that I could give was the one thing I could never allow them to find out about me. After being put back in diapers following my failed foray into wearing underwear, I had paid no attention whatsoever to my bladder or bowel functions. If I needed to go, I went. And I often went without realizing that I needed to go. There was no longer any question that the diapers were sorely needed. The pacifier Mom had placed in my mouth after tucking me in had fallen out to the side of the crib. I picked it up and put it back into my mouth, focusing on the soothing sensation of my lips and tongue on the rubber nipple. My diaper was soaked, but at least Mom had put pajama pants over it the other night, which both kept my legs warmer and prevented the diaper from getting too saggy. The sun inched higher in the sky, a few rays peeking into the bedroom from the gaps in the blinds. Across the room, Emilia was still sound asleep in what had used to be my bed. It was still far too big for her. She was practically swallowed up by all the blankets and sheets. Creaky footsteps in the hallway. I closed my eyes, pretending that I was still asleep. The door inched open. Mom always got Emilia up first, making sure to remind her to use the potty before sending her along to the kitchen where a bowl of her favorite cereal had already been poured for her along with a glass of milk. Before two days ago, it would have greatly irritated me if Emilia had been around during the morning diaper change, and I would have been grateful to see her leave the room before Mom moved on to getting me up for the day. Now, I wouldn’t have cared if she had stuck around. Our roles were fully reversed. She was the big girl; I was the baby. Mom sometimes changed my diaper before breakfast, but other times she would wait until I had finished eating. I was already picturing how nice a fresh diaper would feel against my body when I felt her hands on my shoulder, gently stirring me awake. “It’s time for a baby to have her breakfast.” That’s fine. I could wait until after breakfast for the diaper change. Mom opened the sliding door to the crib and helped me out. I got down on my hands and knees without needing to be asked. Babies crawl to where they need to go. That was the other reason I was glad to have pajama pants on, as that helped cushion my knees as I trailed behind Mom to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I stood up, but only briefly, as I got myself into the old wooden highchair. Emilia was too busy trying to trace a maze on the back of the cereal box to give me any attention. Some dirty plates next to the sink told me that Mom had already gotten her breakfast before getting us out of bed. I opened my mouth complacently as she spooned in cereal. She hadn’t bothered to put on a bib, as I would be changing out of my pajama shirt, anyway. There were dribbles of milk all over the front of it. It was only baby talk for me so far. Lots of trains and airplanes and bumblebees all making their way into my mouth as Mom lifted the spoon to my face. Nothing yet about what was going to happen for school after breakfast. I belatedly realized that I hadn’t done any of the assigned readings for the break. That meant I’d have to suffer through some pop quizzes and hope that I could make the right multiple-choice guesses. I opened my mouth wide for the last bite of cereal as Mom made train noises while sliding the spoon into my mouth. My diaper was likely at its breaking point now, judging from how much warmer it felt compared to when I had first sat down in the highchair. There was another journey along the hallway floor as I went back to the bedroom. Mom had everything prepared for the diaper change on Emilia’s bed by the time I arrived. That answered one question. I would be wearing a diaper today. But it left many more, and I would need to wait until Mom provided an explanation. Something was off about the diaper as I stood up, ready to lie down on top of it. In the middle of the diaper, on top of its padding, was another long strip that looked to be made of the same absorbent material inside the diaper. A booster pad? That was all I could think it would be. These diapers were already incredibly absorbent. With a booster pad, I could probably stay in one diaper the entire school day without changing. That answered another one of the questions swirling in my mind. At least I wasn’t going to have to worry about rushing to get the hall passes. But I shuddered involuntarily at the thought of what my diapered bottom might look like by the time I was in my final class of the day. At least it was extremely rare for me to poop during school. I’d somehow mentally trained my body to not need to do that when I was away from home. As I settled in on the diaper, it took a second to adjust to how it was going to feel to have the extra padding between my legs. I wasn’t going to be running around a lot, either. Mom applied the baby cream, and then a thorough sprinkling of baby powder as well. She had only used both before at night, another sign that I should expect to be in this diaper for a long time. I felt Mom’s fingers press firmly against my waist as she ensured the plastic tapes were snug. What was she going to put on me? Had to be a dress. Anything else either wouldn’t fit over the diaper or would obviously expose it to my classmates. My pajama shirt with the milk splatters on it came off, tossed successfully into the hamper. But it was replaced, not with a dress, but with a short-sleeved t-shirt, and Mom helped me off the bed without putting anything else on me. She had held me out of school before, but only for a day at a time, when I had been wearing diapers for a day as a punishment for having too many accidents in my pull-ups. Is that what was happening now? I looked up at Mom quizzically. But to ask the question I wanted to ask, I’d need to use big girl words, and, as far as I knew, those were still off limits. The crib door was still open. The blankets had been straightened out and pulled to the side, ready for me to lie down. “It’s time for a baby to lie down for a nap.” Mom held my hand and led me to the entrance to the crib. I wouldn’t have to go to school. I wouldn’t have to do any homework. I wouldn’t have to face Samantha, Desi, and Lisa. I crawled into the crib without some difficulty, as it was hard to do so with the thicker diaper. But then I was on my back. Mom pulled the blanket over me. But I was missing something. It took me a second to realize what it was. My mouth felt empty. “Mommy. Paci.” My high-pitched whine echoed in the bedroom. A moment later, a pacifier was in my mouth. “Mommy is going off to work now.” She was standing next to the crib, having shut the door. “I’ll be back during lunch break. I’ve told the school you are being homeschooled for this semester. That will end when you decide you want to be a big girl again.” The pacifier spared me from making any response, even if there was little that could be expressed with baby talk. I couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be a big girl again. I needed my diapers. I couldn’t imagine being able to live without them. “This,” Mom said, as she set something on the dresser, “is so you don’t get into any trouble until I am back home.” I looked closely at what Mom had placed on the dresser. It was a nanny cam. The one she had used to monitor Emilia when she was a baby. It connected via the internet to Mom’s phone, so she could watch it from anywhere. I felt a twinge of annoyance. Not because Mom was monitoring me, but that she somehow still didn’t trust me. Didn’t she understand that I knew now that I was a baby? That I knew that I wanted to wear diapers? Mom left the bedroom without saying anything else. I wondered if that was going to be it before she came back for lunch. Instead, she returned with two baby bottles, both filled with apple juice. She set them inside the crib. That would be more than enough to make sure I didn’t go thirsty until lunch time. And, with the extra padding in the diaper, there would be no issues with any leaks until I was changed again. But I wasn’t thirsty quite yet. Not with all the milk I’d had with my cereal for breakfast. I kept the pacifier in my mouth and closed my eyes, not even opening them as Emilia darted into the bedroom and Mom got her dressed for preschool. I shouldn’t have been tired, but something about laying back down in the crib with the pacifier in my mouth was making me sleepy. My diaper was wet by the time I drifted off to sleep. --- Wake up. Breakfast. Diaper Change. Nap. Diaper change. Lunch. Play time. Diaper change. Nap. Diaper change. Dinner. Playtime. Diaper change. Bath. Bedtime. Repeat. Repeat. And repeat some more. What day was it, anyway? The weekends helped. Sort of. Though the routine for them often ended up following a similar pattern, anyway. How many weekends had even passed since Mom had pulled me out of school with the excuse of homeschooling me? Was it even January still? I didn’t know. Mom still asked me occasionally about whether I was a big girl or a baby. The answer was always the same. I was a baby. The evidence of that grew day by day. But none of those questions really mattered. Those were things a big girl worried about. I was a baby who still wet and messed her diaper, and I needn’t concern myself with any of those things. I hadn’t realized how much stress I had been under the past several months until I had finally experienced what it was like to not being dealing with any of it. All the anxiety from what I had to do to manage my bladder. Being depressed about my failures to re-potty train myself. My jealousy both at Lisa’s successes and Samantha’s ease at accepting her own strange need for diapers. Everything that had combined to make that first semester of school a complete hell for me. There was no stress for me now. Not as I lay in my crib in a wet diaper with a pacifier in my mouth. Babies don’t feel stress. Babies don’t make decisions. Babies don’t have any rules to follow or punishments for being disobedient. Babies don’t need to do anything for themselves. Babies simply exist. Did I even miss anything from my former life? Did I miss school? I couldn’t say that I was feeling any strong urges to do math homework or sit through boring classes. And I was sure my former friends were getting along just fine without me. I’d done enough to alienate them. I doubted any new messages were arriving on my phone, which probably hadn’t been powered up in who knew how long. No, this situation was better, especially for a girl who wasn’t potty trained. How would I even go about wearing a diaper at school in the first place? Or explaining how I had made a stinky mess in it during the middle of math class. I couldn’t clean that up by myself. I don’t think the nurse was paid enough to do that for me. There was a rumbling sound in my stomach, a tightening sensation in my abdomen. Then it was gone, followed a few seconds later by a hint of a pungent odor emanating from the diaper. I was no longer bothered by messing myself. That’s just what babies did. My body told me that I needed to poop and so I did, right then and there. That wasn’t to say that the sensation of a messy diaper wasn’t uncomfortable. But once I had come to accept that everything was now outside of my control, a messy diaper wasn’t anything to worry about. There was a routine to follow. I would be changed when I got changed. I think it was now in the middle of the afternoon. Probably. There was one empty bottle in my crib and another one that I had barely begun to drink. I held the tip of the bottle to my mouth and suckled softly on it. I wasn’t all that thirsty. I was drinking more out of habit for something to do before I closed my eyes to continue the nap. I wasn’t even paying any attention to my bladder as the diaper gradually expanded, this time from a warm stream of urine. The booster pads Mom placed in the diaper while I she was off at work had proven to be extremely useful, especially with how much she often left for me to drink. I was halfway through the second bottle when I heard the front door slam open. I wasn’t able to see the clock from the crib, but even though the curtains and blinds were down, there seemed to be more light coming in than there should be by the time I was expecting Mom to be home with Emilia. There was a voice, or maybe voices, coming from elsewhere in the house. Maybe Mom was home early. Or perhaps it was the weekend after all. I didn’t let the noise distract me any further. I put the bottle back into my mouth. I would be the perfect image of a baby when Mom stepped in to check on me. The bedroom door swung open. A woman stepped through, scanning the room with a flashlight in her hand. I was able to make out three letters on her jacket before I averted my eyes from the light. CPS.

Chapter 14: Rebellion Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Thank you for passing to me, my right honourable friend.” I said, trying to follow the proper conduct. Or at least what I thought was the proper conduct anyway. Having never spoken in all my time here, I was mostly using a combination of what I learnt from watching others here, my assistant trying to teach me just how the Commons works, and what I had seen on TV in the past. But at the same time… I just didn’t care. I was very close to just screaming at all these arseholes… arseholes who had created this world we live in where us littles are second class citizens. Clenching my fist and taking a deep breath, I looked out at the many faces all staring at me, all with mixtures of disgust and pity. None of them believe I should have even been allowed to run, let alone hold this seat. But the people have spoken. They wanted me here. And I’m sure Amber… I’m sure Amber would want me here right now… I looked up to see the camera panning over to me, the one broadcasting today’s sessions out onto the internet and onto various TV channels. Not only did I have the eyes and ears of my ‘colleagues’, but also everyone watching out there. Sure, I had no idea just how many people were watching, but even if it was only a few, I needed to do this. “I’d like to start off by saying that I am very thankful to the public for allowing me a seat here, for allowing me to help all littles out there, to allow me to improve lives and repair the rift between Amazon and little.” A few from the conservative party snickered at this, whispering to themselves. And thankfully, despite not caring about what I had to say, the speaker quickly admonished them and allowed me to continue. “I always pictured the first time I’d stand up here to speak as the time I would introduce the littles equality bill that a large number of us have been working on.” More snickering from the backbenches, including my own party this time. “But I was saddened to see, during my time here, that my party does not give a SHIT about littles.” The commons gasped at the outburst and use of foul language. But fuck this. Decorum went straight out the window when my friend’s brain was wiped. “Miss Clarke… this is your one and only warning. We will not allow…” The Speaker turned to admonish me. “You all look at me, with these condescending faces, and see a baby. A lot of Amazons do. But compare my achievements to that of yourselves. And I’m talking to all parties here. I ran my own business. I married a successful Amazon woman, whom I love with all my heart. I graduated university and made it to this age without having my brain turned to mush. I helped countless littles from abusive adoptions…” I quickly realised I shouldn’t have said that last bit… but I was on a roll, so I continued. “...I won the election for my party… and what did they do? They gave me a position that has no power for change, they ignore the will of the people who voted for them, and they betray every single little who risked their lives to go out and vote for them. You could see the worried face of the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet as they all stared at me and frantically started whispering to each other. “That’s right, it was that much of a risk for littles to go out and vote. It’s a risk for any little to do ANYTHING these days. We could accomplish more than any of you… and yet you still see us as babies. All because you happened to have been born taller than us. But you know what? Height isn’t everything. I’ve known littles worth ten of you.” That’s when the tears started forming in the corners of my eyes. “One of whom… one of whom went through so much in her life. Adopted in her early adult years, she was forced to be someone’s little plaything all because that Amazon happened to have controlling and abusive friends. Forced to wear nappies and suck a dummy. Forced to mess herself and watch her entire life crumble around her. Imagine another race of people came to this country, ones twice as big as you… imagine them thinking you’re all babies to them. Imagine losing everything you worked hard for, every bit of progress in your life… losing your entire life and your mind itself… all because someone bigger than you thought you’d be cuter in nappies.” I could see the embarrassed face of my colleagues as I ranted, which just fueled my anger. “Now… my friend… she managed to get out of that abusive situation. Thanks to my wonderful wife, we helped her and her adoptive Amazon mother get out from under the thumb of their abusive friends. And over time, that friend of mine potty trained, learned to be an adult again, got treated like an equal by her adoptive mother-turned roommate. And once she got her adult status back, became a successful chef at that same Amazon’s restaurant. She made something of her life, despite having years of her life taken away from her. Now she sits in a hospital, shi… messing herself… babbling and sucking her thumb. And I bet you’re thinking ‘Oh she must have messed up, proved she’s just a baby’. Well no. She didn’t. She didn’t do anything wrong. You want to know why her whole identity and personality got erased and replaced by a baby? Because those abusive friends of hers from before decided that they’d get some revenge finally, and used the new brute force technique on her.” Some colleagues giggled, and I wanted to dash over and punch them in the face… but I held in my rage right now and continued. At least some colleagues were starting to look empathetic. “So now my friend is gone. She’s dead. Replaced by an adult baby I don’t know. All because of some Amazon’s petty grievances. Now… Do any of you think that’s fair? Imagine your husband or wife… or your best friend… or your children… imagine they had their minds erased, just like my friend did. And all because someone taller than you had an issue with you or even with someone close to you. But I bet you can’t. Because you’re all privileged arseholes with no moral compass, all guided by your ridiculous physiology.” I could see the speaker had whispered to someone, so no doubt after my last use of foul language, I was to be escorted out any moment, so I had to make every second count. “I have no hope for the opposition to stand up for what’s right. You don’t care about other Amazons, let alone littles. You have no humanity, no empathy, no compassion. You’re selfish and greedy and have only hate in your hearts. No… what hurts most is that MY PARTY is just as selfish and greedy as you. They use us littles to win the election, then betray us all by voting for these ridiculous bills giving adoption centres of all places MORE POWER TO ABUSE US. WE ARE SUFFERING, WE ARE BEING HUNTED, WE ARE DYING. ALL BECAUSE YOU WON’T STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT. THE PUBLIC KNOWS THIS. AND DON’T THINK THEY WILL ALLOW YOU TO DO THIS FOR MUCH LONGER!” As two security guards picked me up from my seat at the back of the room, the Prime Minister looked furious, before taking a deep breath and standing up, taking the stand by the centre of the room. “Looks like she just needs a nap and maybe a change…” He joked, trying to brush off my outburst. And I swore to myself… that man will not keep his position if it’s the last thing I do. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “OLIVIA! WHAT WAS THAT?” Charlie yelled at me as I walked through the front door to our home, throwing my bag off to the side and slipping my shoes off. I shrugged and walked off into the living room, before collapsing on the sofa, laying back and looking up at the ceiling. Charlie followed me in from the hallway and swatted my legs to move them out of the way so she could sit down. So I sat up, leaning against the arm rest as my wife sat down and sighed. “I know what happened to Amber was…” “She’s dead.” I snapped back at her. “No she’s not, she’s just…” “Her mind is gone. Completely. And not in any way that Eve could fix.” “You don’t know that! Zoey was a lost cause at one point, right?” “Yes, but this new technique they’re using… it… it could take years, or even a lifetime, to fix.” “Give Eve some time. She’s been working her arse off trying to figure this out. What we don’t need are little outbursts like…” “Like what? Like my little ‘tantrum’ in the commons today? The one that ‘the whole country saw’? Yeah, don’t worry, the Prime Minister and the rest of the cabinet made sure to yell at me plenty afterwards. Threatened me with a diagnosis of maturosis.” “They WHAT?” Charlie suddenly looked furious. “Don’t worry, I just won’t be showing up to any more sessions for a little while whilst I’m suspended…” “Suspended? I guess that was to be expected… Liv… I know you’re upset, but you can’t do that. You can’t…” “Why not?” I said, looking her dead in the eyes. Charlie and I were usually on the same wavelength, but right now… she… she wasn’t on my side and it hurt. “Because it endangers you! It threatens our relationship! I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my wife…” “Like Gwen lost Amber?” “I know, but that’s not the same, they were just friends.” “So? Amber lost her mind. There should be public outcry. There should be protests and people demanding action from the government. The same government I’m supposedly a part of! I have never felt so powerless before! Even before we were married I never felt this powerless.” “I know it must be frustrating…” “FRUSTRATING? I’m FURIOUS! My friend is basically dead. My party doesn't care about me or my people. You wouldn’t understand, you’re just an Ama…” “An Amazon? I know.” Charlie sighed. “I can empathise all I want, but I won’t ever feel the fear you and other littles do. That’s why I try to be the best ally I can be. But when it comes to you… I can’t risk losing you, babe.” “And what if my party continues giving more powers to basically enslave littles, just like the other countries did? What happens to our marriage then? What happens to me?” “It won’t…” “Don’t finish that sentence. Because that’s what they said in other countries, and look at the direction they went. If we don’t call out the bullshit now…” “Language…” “Fuck off, Charlie.” I… couldn’t believe I had just said that. Not once had I spoken to her like that. And she… she looked… betrayed. “I… I’m going to go. I’ve got a meeting soon. Potential publisher wants to talk to me. I’ll… talk to you later…” She replied, sounding like she was about to cry. “No, Charlie, I…” I reached up with my hand to grab her, but she ignored me and stood up, walked into the hall, grabbed her bag along the way, and left the house. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up. But… she doesn’t understand. Maybe I could’ve been more gentle… but Amazons don’t understand what we go through as littles. They don’t understand the fear, the sadness… the hopelessness… we face as littles trying to get by in this rigged society. It’s why I had my little ‘tantrum’. Amazons needed to wake the fuck up and realise the damage they are causing. Even our ‘allies’ need to wake the fuck up. We need them to actually stand up for us, because otherwise we’ll never be taken seriously. Otherwise… we’ll slowly but surely have our rights taken away and eventually we’ll ALL be in nurseries, shitting ourselves. And I won’t allow that. I’ve got two weeks to work on a plan for what to do. 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It's dinner time. Daniel has found himself falling further and further into his cousin's clutches. As he tries to rationalise all the madness that has happened he discovers exactly why he's been taped into a diaper. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my subscribers and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my subscription sites ❤️ https://subscribestar.adult/elfy https://reamstories.com/elfy --- Daniel was still reeling from finding he was now locked into his diaper when he was lifted off the floor into Emmy’s arms. He felt one of her long arms wrap around his back and the other went to his butt. As he was forced to lean forwards on to Emmy’s chest he wondered if he should tell Emmy that the thought of taking his diaper off hadn’t crossed his mind. He doubted it would win him any brownie points. “You’ve been napping so long it’s practically dinner time.” Emmy said as she effortlessly carried Daniel down the stairs. Had it really been that long? Daniel looked out a window as they passed and the sky was definitely darkening with reds and purples replacing the blue. He had lost track of time in the crib for sure but he hadn’t realised that much time had been lost. It made him feel nervous, it started to feel like he wasn’t connected to the world outside any more. It was as if this house and all the craziness within it was a separate reality inhabited by just himself and Emmy. After having his belly filled so many times he didn’t feel at all hungry but he knew that once Emmy had decided something she wouldn’t be dissuaded. Instead of the dining room though he was taken into the living room. Being held against Emmy’s chest and looking over her shoulder meant he couldn’t see the room until he was set down on the ground. He turned around with the unfamiliar bulk between his legs and then gasped. He backed up until he hit Emmy who hadn’t moved. “This should keep you out of trouble.” Emmy said. Daniel was stunned into motionless silence as Emmy reached over the top of him and opened the gate to a large playpen. She must have set it up whilst he was trapped in the crib, the metal bars were painted red and were tall enough to prevent any possible escape for him. He didn’t think anything should surprise him but he was very wrong. “In you go.” Emmy said cheerily as she gave Daniel a little nudge in the back, “Remember to crawl. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” Instead of dropping on to all fours like Emmy wished Daniel backed up against her. He shook his head and before he knew what he was doing he was turning around and waddling towards the doorway. He felt his legs forced wide by the bulky diaper and plastic pants but he hurried as quickly as he could. He knew the front door was out of reach so he had to look elsewhere for escape. His rational mind had disappeared to be replaced by panic. Daniel ran out towards the dining room. He tripped over himself as he still struggled with the diaper and fell to the ground in a heap. There was a door to the backyard in front of him and he scurried forwards on all fours which, thanks to the diaper, was actually quicker than his infantile waddling. He reached the door and stood up to find the door handle predictably out of reach. With grunts of frustration Daniel jumped as much as he could but could do little more than tickle the underside of the metal handle. He knew his attempt to get out of the house was doomed when Emmy came walking up behind him. He slumped down until he was sitting on the floor, the new padding around his butt becoming an unwelcome pillow. Emmy didn’t say a word as she leaned down and scooped Daniel up again. In some ways it felt even worse than if she had chastised him. He was carried back through to the living room and this time placed in the large playpen. He watched forlornly as Emmy closed the gate behind her and then left the room without a word. The playpen was incredibly bare. There was nothing in there except a blanket, a pillow and his stuffed toy, Arthur. He was just getting used to the surroundings when Emmy came back into the living room and she was holding something very large in her hands. It looked like a thick towel of some kind that had been folded over many times. “Something for you to wear.” Emmy said as she opened the gate and stepped inside, “Stand up and put your arms above your head.” Daniel was trapped in a literal cage and the only exit was guarded by Emmy. With an embarrassed sigh he lifted his hands in preparation for being dressed by his younger cousin. He closed his eyes as Emmy stepped forwards and then felt the soft cloth of whatever she was carrying come down over his head. Daniel was lost in the soft baby blue fabric until it was pulled all the way down over his head. He then saw Emmy crouch down in front of him, she pulled part of the cloth around to the front but as she did so an unexpected mass filled the space between Daniel’s legs. It was clipped together before Emmy took a step back. “What the hell?” Daniel muttered. He tried to take a step but it was almost impossible and he found himself down on his hands and knees again. He looked up at Emmy for an explanation. “Isn’t it great?” Emmy said with a big smile, “It’s called a waddler. I noticed you were having trouble remembering to crawl so this will help you.” Daniel twisted around so he was sat on his diaper and looked down. With a start he realised what he was wearing looked just like a baby’s onesie. The worst part was undoubtedly the section between his legs, it wasn’t just the same elastic material but actually felt like a pillow. With the diaper underneath it he had to keep his legs very far apart. “I’ll prepare dinner.” Emmy said. She continued after a short pause, “Be good.” Daniel waited for Emmy to leave the room before he did anything. He waited for a minute until he could hear the sounds of cooking and then prodded the huge bulky mass between his legs. The padding had some give in it but it was also very stiff. He tried to climb to his feet but the onesie made it almost impossible. With a red face he crawled to the edge of the playpen and used the bars to pull himself upright. He wobbled as he let go and when he tried to take a single step he found himself back on his butt. Now sat in the playpen Daniel had a second to think about everything that had happened. He felt panic running through his system like cold water as he thought about his situation. Now sat on the floor in clothing that made him unable to walk, with a diaper that was locked on to him and surrounded by a playpen he didn’t know what could possibly be worse. He pulled Arthur to him and held him close to his chest. “At least I’m not restrained anymore...” Daniel muttered to himself bitterly. --- “Still dry?” Emmy sounded somewhat surprised. “Of course…” Daniel replied in annoyance, “Look, can we just stop this stu-” “Ah, ah, ah.” Emmy chided Daniel, “You know better than that. Come on, it’s dinner time.” Daniel watched as Emmy opened the gate of the playpen. He flopped on to his front and tried to bring his legs together, the waddler made it impossible, he was just about able to bring his knees close enough to lift him off the floor. Emmy smiled down at him and nodded towards the door. Daniel wanted to shout and swear. He wanted to refuse but he knew he couldn’t. Emmy held all the cards and all Daniel could do was play the game and hope for some kind of opening to escape or get help. He lifted his body on to his hands and knees and started crawling. His face flushed with heat as he childishly crawled towards the dining room. Emmy stood aside as Daniel went past, the size difference between them had never felt so pronounced. Once in the dining room Daniel was unsurprised to see only one chair at the table. It looked like Emmy was giving up even the pretence that Daniel might feed himself. Emmy stepped over Daniel and sat on the only seat, she reached down and Daniel was soon lifted up and sat in her lap. He felt more embarrassed than ever. He heard the diaper taped around his waist crinkle as his body sunk slightly into the padding. Emmy bounced him a couple of times and chuckled. The food was already on the table. Daniel saw a plate with a delicious looking lasagne and felt his mouth watering but it didn’t take him long to realise his dinner was actually in the bowl next to the plate. It was the first time his meal was different from Emmy’s and he assumed that was not a good sign for him. “Ugh…” Daniel couldn’t hide his disgust when Emmy lifted up a spoon loaded with a thick viscous mush. “I’m sure it tastes better than it looks.” Emmy smiled as she blew on the spoon to cool the steaming food. “Why can’t I eat the same as you?” Daniel asked sulkily before scrunching up his face in disgust. “Just be a good boy for Aunty Emmy.” Emmy replied as the spoon came towards Daniel’s mouth. Daniel closed his mouth tightly. It didn’t smell very nice and he was sure it would taste just as bad. He knew he was defying Emmy by refusing to eat but he still couldn’t bring himself to voluntarily open his mouth and allow the food to come into contact with his taste buds. He closed his eyes as Emmy scowled down at him. Daniel felt Emmy’s arms moving and wondered if he was winning this battle of wills until he felt two fingers pinching his nose. Suddenly unable to breathe Daniel flailed until he was eventually forced to open his mouth to get some air. He was barely able to gasp and get some air before he felt the warm spoon pushing into his mouth. The utensil was upturned and the sloppy, lumpy food was poured over Daniel’s tongue. Daniel’s eyes opened wide as the foul tasting food seemed to cover every inch of his mouth. He swallowed it down just to try and get rid of the awful taste. He saw a bottle of milk on the table and, like a baby, reached out for it even though it was well out of reach. He could feel the slimy food go down his oesophagus. He made a disgusted face even as Emmy started to gather another spoonful of baby food. “It’s not that bad.” Emmy said as if Daniel was making a fuss over nothing. “Please…” Daniel coughed out as he reached for the bottle. He didn’t even care that it was for babies at this point, he just needed something to wash the taste away. “You can have your bottle after you finish your dinner.” Emmy said as she brought the spoon forwards. Daniel whimpered. He didn’t feel like he had a choice. He had to get rid of this horrid taste and the only way was the bottle of milk that waited just out of his grasp. With trembling lips he opened his mouth and soon felt the spoon pressing against his tongue. He swallowed as quickly as possible but it wasn’t enough to prevent another wave of revulsion washing over him. “What a good boy.” Emmy said as she dipped the food in the bowl again. Daniel was red in the face and knew this wasn’t going to end any time soon. He looked to the side to look at the bowl and moaned in resignation. Just like everything else the bowl was huge, there would be no respite from this meal any time soon. The third, fourth and fifth swallows were no easier than the first two. It felt like this bland but unappealing mush was all Daniel would be able to taste forever. Daniel was soon filling up but had to keep opening his mouth robotically. Soon the taste didn’t bother Daniel quite so much. With his taste buds covered in the food it became less foul as it went down into his rapidly filling belly. He hadn’t been that hungry when he started but Emmy didn’t seem to care, it seemed that as far as she was concerned he was going to eat all of his dinner no matter what. Daniel’s hands rested on his belly and he felt almost like a balloon with every mouthful of food pumping him up even further. He already knew that Emmy wasn’t going to be happy until he had finished the whole bowl. He could feel his tummy pre-emptively gurgling and growling in protest. One of the worst parts of this feeding was not knowing how much food was left in the bowl. Daniel slumped down a little more with each mouthful and he couldn’t see how much there was left. All he knew was that there was more coming as the spoon approached his mouth and tipped the mushy food in. He was practically horizontal after what he estimated was half the bowl with Emmy’s arm behind him holding his head up. After another of the countless mouthfuls of mushy food Daniel felt a sudden pressure on his bladder. His eyes went wide as he tried to work out why the need to go came on so suddenly. As he heard his bloated stomach groan he wondered if it was so full it was putting pressure on everything around it. He could picture his poor little bladder struggling to hold off the stomach which was full to bursting. As Daniel concentrated his thoughts inwards towards his bladder he robotically opened and closed his mouth every time the spoon was brought near him. He kept eating despite being well past full. With the meal still going Daniel eventually felt a small slip of his control and a small amount of pee squirted out. With the spoon in the bowl he had to take his chance. “Emmy, could I please you the potty?” Daniel asked through his embarrassment. He never thought he would be asking, practically begging, to use a little training potty. “Don’t be silly.” Emmy replied with a small chuckle as she took a bite from her own meal, “Why do you think you are wearing that diaper?” “I know but…” Daniel started. He couldn’t stop himself from sounding like a whiny toddler. As he spoke his hands went down to his crotch and he crossed his legs. “Enough.” Emmy said with a finality that scared Daniel, “Be a good boy for Aunty Emmy or you’ll get put back in your crib after dinner.” Daniel was still desperately trying to find the combination of words that would get through to Emmy when she started feeding him again. Daniel squirmed as much as he could but it wasn’t helping and more food was being shovelled into his mouth making his body even more desperate to relieve the pressure. Daniel held on for as long as he could but there was no winning this battle. The scraping of the bowl gave him some hope but as soon as the last of the food had been swallowed into his bulging stomach Emmy picked up the bottle. “Wai-” Daniel started. Daniel was cut-off by the latex nipple that pushed between his lips. As he started sucking down the liquid he felt his bladder finally slip beyond his control. He shuddered as he felt urine trickling down his penis, it burst out into the diaper causing him to gasp around the bottle he was sucking from. Once the dam was cracked there was no way to repair the damage. Daniel fought until the very end but there was never a way for him to win. He groaned as he was forced to swallow the milk and whilst that liquid poured into him another, much warmer, liquid poured out. The diapered man closed his eyes in resignation. Urine seemed to spray out of Daniel like a hose that had just been untangled. All the holding on Daniel had been doing resulted in a huge build-up of pressure and when he released it the urine pushed out of him with force. The piss splashed off the inside of his disposable and washed against him, the heat spreading out over Daniel’s crotch and padding. He had the irrational fear that his pee would go everywhere because he was so unused to the diaper taped between his legs. As Daniel realised the diaper was holding he relaxed a little bit. The hot urine was now hitting the padding and soaking in all over the disposable. Daniel could feel the warmth pressing against his skin, it felt like he had absolutely soaked his underwear by the time the stream came to an end. Daniel had been feeding from the bottle mindlessly whilst his concentration was focused on his diaper. He blushed as he heard air coming through the bottle. “What a hungry baby.” Emmy said as she pulled the teat out of Daniel’s mouth and placed it on the table. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1141906 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/d41cfe8c-bc17-4429-a3f1-cd0bec5f8310

Today's update: There have been a lot of logistics to work through. I need to go to the passport office soon. I had to find my birth certificate and I went to CVS to get my passport photo taken. I need to get some pre-op blood work done. I could have it done in Mexico the day before the procedure, but I'd rather get it out of the way sooner so I'll be giving a blood draw tomorrow or some time this week. I also booked the hotel for my stay. I'll just stay at the hotel rather than the recovery center. My surgery date is now in February, less than a month away. I already took time off work but need to shift that from March to February since I bumped my surgery date up. I'm not telling anyone outside of this website about the procedure or that I'm going to Mexico. One concern I have now is when I call my friends or family after surgery, will it show up on their cell phone that I'm in Mexico, or look in any way different? I do need to tell people something, so in order to keep as close to the truth as possible without making people (and myself) uncomfortable, I let my closest friends know I'm having a bladder neck surgery here in town as a quick fix to my bladder retention. Next I need to tell my family that. That is more stressful. I think once I tell my parents, as long as they aren't too worried, I'll feel a lot more relieved. There's just a lot to think through and some of it is weighing on me. I'm very excited, just nervous about all the details. And about my close relationships.

Chapter 9 : Much lighter Kelia woke up rested, straightened up in her crib and rubbed her eyes. But something caught her attention. She felt a spongy sensation between her legs. She leaned over to examine her diaper and found that it was wet. Kelia was pretty sure she hadn't wet herself before falling asleep, which could only mean one thing: she'd wet herself while asleep. Kelia began to panic. Wetting her diaper voluntarily was one thing, but doing it involuntarily while asleep was quite another. Had her bladder abandoned her already? She was truly ashamed when she realized that she looked every bit a baby now. Kelia didn't know what time it was, but she hoped she still had time. She wanted to stay isolated in her room as much as possible before her mother returned. At least she knew Kelia was an adult and had no choice. But after about ten minutes, Kelia heard footsteps approaching from behind the door. Amy entered the room. "Looks like baby had a good sleep." She said, smiling at Kelia. Kelia was torn. On the one hand, the situation couldn't have been more embarrassing for her, but on the other, Amy really did seem very kind and sweet. Besides, it wasn't really her fault; she didn't know that Kelia was actually an adult. Amy lifted Kelia out of the cradle and into her arms. Kelia felt Amy's fingers probe her diaper. "Your mother was right, you're a little wetter! We'll change you right away so you'll be more comfortable." Kelia's face was flushed, but she tried to hide it. Amy laid Kelia on the changing table and untapped her diaper. While she cleaned Kelia, she whistled a little song. Changing a diaper was perfectly normal for her. Having a diaper changed was less so for Kelia, although she was getting used to it. "You're adorable, you're all right." Amy said as she lifted Kelia's feet and slipped a new diaper under her bottom. Little did Amy know that if Kelia remained quiet, it was simply because she was an adult who had no intention of giggling and fussing like a baby. Once Kelia was wrapped in her new diaper, Amy took her downstairs. She fetched a baby bottle of milk from the microwave, and fed Kelia on the couch - as she was used to be fed by now. As Amy fed her, Kelia felt... well? Of course, she wasn't very comfortable, but Amy's benevolence contrasted with her mother's malevolence, and made interactions between Kelia and Amy much less unpleasant. When her mother commented on what Kelia was doing, she knew full well it was only to humiliate her, whereas Amy, Kelia knew, was sincerely trying to comfort her and make her feel good. As Kelia finished swallowing the last drops of milk from her bottle, Amy called Sarah. "Sarah! Want to watch a movie?" Sarah, who was drawing on the living room table, immediately stood up. "Yes!!!" Sarah came and settled herself on the sofa next to her babysitter, and Amy placed Kelia back on her lap, holding her close. Amy turned on the TV and started a Disney movie and they all watched the film together, Kelia a little sleepy, who felt surprisingly comfortable in Amy's caring arms. Kelia didn't fall asleep right away, but she sensed that she wasn't quite awake yet either. Without thinking about it, she felt her bladder relax and warmth spread from the front to the back of her diaper. Kelia wasn't really concentrating on the film anymore. Her eyes closed and she felt sleep take her away. It was as if her body was crying out for a sleep where she could feel truly safe. Cradled against Amy, Kelia didn't resist any longer and drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, Kelia saw that the film was in its final scenes. Looking next to her, she saw that she wasn't the only one who had fallen asleep, Sarah was still dozing with her head resting on Amy's shoulder. It wasn't long before she too woke up when the credits rolled on the screen. "Well, are you hungry Sarah?" Amy asked. Yawning, Sarah nodded. "How about I order a pizza?" "Oh yes, please!" Sarah had regained her usual energy at hearing the word "pizza". "Here, can you take care of your little sister?" Amy asked Sarah, handing her Kelia. Sarah didn't hesitate and nodded, taking Kelia in her arms, while Amy got up and grabbed her phone to call the local pizzeria. Kelia thought it was cute that her sister looked so proud to be taking care of her "little sister". Landing between Sarah's legs, Kelia felt the soaked material of her diaper against her skin. She thought she must have wet herself again while she slept, as her diaper seemed to have taken more than one wetting. Kelia blushed when she felt Sarah's hand squeeze her diaper. "Amy! I think Kelia need a change!" Amy nodded as she finished her call. What bothered Kelia wasn't the fact that her diaper was being checked - she was used to it -but that her sister was doing it. Amy returned to the sofa and checked Kelia's diaper herself with her hand. "What a great big sister, you take good care of her!" Amy said to Sarah. Sarah had a big smile on her face. Amy picked up Kelia and headed for the stairs. "I ordered the pizza it should be here in about fifteen minutes." She said to Sarah. Kelia was taken upstairs to her room by Amy and changed. She must have been used to babysitting because she was much better at changing diapers than her mother. When Amy returned downstairs with Kelia, Sarah was sitting quietly on the sofa, having changed the program to cartoons. Amy put Kelia down on the sofa and headed for the kitchen. Kelia spent the time watching cartoons with her sister. She wasn't sure why, but the more time passed, the more she began to enjoy watching these kinds of children's shows. It was as if her brain kept asking for more, even though she knew she shouldn't be sitting there watching cartoons. When the pizza arrived, Amy went to collect it and pay the deliveryman, then put the pizza on the dining room table. She picked up Kelia and put her in her highchair, and Sarah joined Amy at the table. Sarah didn't wait for Amy to finish feeding Kelia before starting to devour the pizza. It was very rare for their mother to order this kind of food, so when it happened, Kelia and Sarah didn't waste a crumb of their meal. Well, in this case, Kelia would unfortunately not be so lucky. Although Kelia was somewhat frustrated at missing this opportunity, she'd gotten used to her new situation, so it didn't bother her any more than that. When Amy said she'd order a pizza, it didn't cross Kelia's mind for a second that she might touch it, so she couldn't be too disappointed. While being fed by Amy, Kelia felt discomfort in her bowels and began to push without thinking. She felt her mess spread to the back of her diaper. She wasn't as bothered by a dirty diaper as she used to be. Of course it certainly wasn't comfortable, but she knew she'd be changed soon enough anyway. Once the meal was over, Amy cleared the table. "Come on, it's going to be bedtime for you two, your mother told me to get you to bed early tonight." Sarah tried to get a little more time by pouting at Amy with a sad face, but she wasn't the first child Amy had babysat and this kind of ploy was of little use on her. So Sarah resigned herself and went upstairs to get ready for bed, and Amy took Kelia out of her highchair and into her room. Kelia felt Amy's hand crush the mess in her diaper, which made her wince a little. "Oh, someone left a big present in her diaper, don't worry you'll be all clean in no time." Kelia was placed on her changing table and Amy began to change her. She knew the process by now and no longer let herself be surprised by the feeling of cold wipes against her skin or her legs being lifted in the air. Once in a new diaper, Kelia was deposited by Amy in her crib. "Good night, sweetie." She said before leaving, silently closing the door behind her. Kelia was feeling very tired that evening, and it wasn't long before she was swept off to sleep. The difference was that, that evening, she felt much lighter than usual. ----------------------------------------------- Hi ! I apologize for this chapter being pretty late - and pretty shorter than usual. I been kinda busy lately and i didn't have much time to write. + ya know, when the inspiration won't come... well there's not much we can do about it. I think that's the chapter i'm the least proud of to be honest but.... well i hope you still enjoyed it, and hopefully the next chapters will be better

Hi guys! So recently I've been on discord a lot lately. And I met this guy on a discord server named Paul. He's 72 and lives in Canada. We got to talking and he liked me so much that he volunteered to be my new Grandpa. He's very nurturing, and very loving. He thinks I'm the sweetest little grandson he's ever had, and I couldn't agree more. I love him so much. We just instantly clicked and hit it off very well. I told him about my childhood and what it was like for me growing up. He said he would have loved to take care of me back then. He's so nice! He's EVERYTHING I wanted in a grandpa. And he likes cartoons like me and wears super dry kids diapers too. And he said that when I was 7 and 8 back then, he would have put me back in diapers to keep my pants dry and he would have said that I was a big boy for that so that I wouldn't feel ashamed for wearing diapers when I was little. I'm so grateful and blessed to have a grandpa like him now, especially because I was never really close with my REAL Grandpa and I didn't really know a lot about him. But I guess God has a way of finding people for me to bond with, and I LOVE him so much for that.

Here's the second part. I have an idea for a part three, so if people like this one I'll get on with it. PART TWO: We’d been standing still for at least fifteen minutes, and I had become very conscious of how badly I stank. I tugged at your arm, “Please. I’m sorry for being naughty,” People were glancing at us, but it was hard to tell whether that was because I was pleading with you, or because of the smell. You smiled at me, which instantly calmed me down a little, “We can move on” you said, “but I think we’ll have to walk through the gift shop before we get to the lockers. Do you still want to claim your prize from finding all those fishes? You did work hard for it after all” I nodded. I didn’t want to spend more time around people than was necessary, but I really wanted my prize. And besides, as you’d pointed out earlier, this was the aquarium’s fault. I took your hand, and waddled to the exit door. As you had guessed, the next room was a gift shop - brightly coloured, well-lit, and filled with shelves upon shelves of stuffies and toys, t-shirts and hats. And lots and lots of people, crowding around and blocking every passage. I felt my lip start to quiver and my throat get dry. I squeezed your hand tight. “It’ll be OK” I heard you whisper in my ear, “we can grab your prize and go straight out to the locker, then get you changed”. I nodded, gulping back tears and doing my best to compose myself. “Would you like to grab a stuffy to remember the trip by?” you asked. I got a little excited at this, until I glanced around and saw every single table with stuffies absolutely surrounded by people. “It’s OK,” I said, a glum tone to my voice. You put your hands on my shoulders and gently turned me around to face you, then looked me in the eyes, “If someone noticed you had an accident, what’s the worst that might happen?” you asked, “I don’t know?” I replied, “they might be mean.” “But no one has been so far?” you pointed out. I nodded. “Then stop letting something that probably won’t happen stop you having fun”. I nodded again, forcing a smile. Then I turned around, waddled to the table with octopus stuffires and grabbed a big orange one. Just holding it made me feel a bit happier and more comfortable. I brought it back over to you. “Found your new friend then?” You asked. “Yep” I grinned. “Did anything bad happen?” “Nope”. “Shall we go pay and get your prize?” I nodded again, already forgetting my worries. At the checkout I put the octopus on the counter, then pulled out my phone, showing the worker the app with the winning screen. The worker congratulated me, then grabbed a small stuffie of a panda guppie. I grinned as soon as I saw it, thanking them for my new friend. After you paid we made our way out of the gift shop and back to the lockers. I stood there feeling increasingly uncomfortable as I waited for you to get the bag out. It didn’t actually take all that long, but it felt like forever. Particularly as my nappy got warm as I wet myself again. Once you had the bag you led me towards the toilets. Much like the rest of the aquarium they were clean and modern. Beside the accessible cubicles was another door with a sign that looked like a disabled toilet sign, but also had a person standing behind a platform on it. You opened the door. It was huge, even compared to a normal accessible toilet, and had an bed-sized changing table attached to the wall. After ushering me in, you shut the door and locked it. I began to panic a little. “I don’t think we should be using this one” I said a slight quiver in my voice. You glanced at me, your eyebrow raised. “What if someone else needs it?” “They’ll just have to wait,” you said, as you unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to the floor, exposing my very wet, very full, and very stinky nappy. “But it’s for incontinent people” I protested, as you led me to the changing table and pulled it down. You glanced down at my nappy, “I think that qualifies you” you said, giving me a gentle pat on the butt, and ushering me onto the table. “I mean really incontinent people. Not people playing a kinky game.” There was a petulant tone to my voice I hadn’t intended. You gently took my chin in your hands, and tilted my head so I was looking in your eyes. “How many days in the last month have you wet in your sleep?” you asked. I shrugged. “I dunno. A few.” You took your phone out and tapped the screen a few times, “Every night except one.” you said, “you also woke up stinky nine times.” I was about to protest, when you showed me the phone screen. On it was a potty training tracker app, showing all of my accidents over the last month. There were a lot. You turned it back towards you, “Do you know how many times I noticed you’d wet yourself during the day?” I blushed, and my lip quivered a little. “Some” “Eighty four” you said, that’s nearly three times every day. And that’s just the times I noticed. Your tone softened a little, “You also didn’t make it to the potty in time to poo a single time. Even on days when you didn’t have a full accident you had bad enough skid marks that you needed clean underwear.” I blushed even harder. “I’m trying. I’m sorry” my voice cracked. You stroked my hair and spoke softly, “you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault, and you don’t need to worry about it anymore. I wasn’t doing this to embarrass you, just to make it clear that you don’t need to feel bad about using somewhere like this. You’re as entitled as anyone else.” I nodded, trying to stop myself from crying. “You being cute and little and bratty is the game.” you continued, “. You having accidents and needing nappies is just a fact of life. Even if it does make you look cute”. I tried to fight the smile that creeped across my face. “And smell cute” you said, gently guiding me to lie down, “even when you’re stinky” You eased my top up and blew a raspberry on my belly. I coudn’t help but giggle. Then you took my pacifier from the bag, popped it in my mouth, and gave me my octopus to hold. I used him to cover my face, and closed my eyes. I felt your hands on the top of my nappy, and heard a ‘pop’ as you removed each tape. You started with the top two, then moved down to the bottom two. As you eased the nappy open I got a full blast of how bad it smelled, and realised how bad an accident I’d had. I whimpered a little behind my paci. “It’s OK,” you said, “you’ll feel all better in a few minutes” I felt the front of the nappy rubbing against my butt as you used it to clean off the worst of the mess, then I felt the cool, damp wipes against my skin as you started wiping me down. It’s incredibly soothing, and I felt myself calming down and starting to get a little fuzzy-headed. I suckled on my paci, and moved my octopus from in front of my face down to my chest, cuddling him tight. I barely noticed when you lifted my legs up and slid the nappy out from under me, or when you slipped the clean one in its place. By the time I realised what was happening I felt much cleaner and less uncomfortable. It was only when you taped me up that I started to come back to my senses and notice you smiling down at me with a slight look of concern on your face. “Is everything OK?” I asked, sitting up. “Yep” you said, “did you notice you were having an accident when I was changing you?” “I didn’t.” I said, shaking my head to emphasise my lack of awareness, “sorry. I didn’t mean to pee on you”. “It wasn’t pee”. I blushed again, and buried my face in my octopus. This wasn’t the first time this sort of thing had happened - dairy tended to make me ‘leak’ small amounts without noticing - but that didn’t make it less embarrassing. “It’s OK”, you assured me, helping me step back into my jeans, “I’ll just have to make sure I keep checking you and get you clean as soon as anything is noticeable.” Nobody was waiting outside when we left the changing room. The ten minutes it took to make sure I no longer smelled like a sewage works didn’t cause anyone else any inconvenience, I did get a slightly odd look from an older lady who was walking past the entrance to the toilets, but I felt a little more confident and better about myself, and so I pulled my top up a little, and flashed her the white waistband of my nappy. She soon glanced away, embarrassed at her misjudgement. I didn’t think you noticed at first, then I saw the little grin on your face as you turned towards me, “What shall we get for lunch?” you asked? You needn’t have, we both knew the answer, but I said it anyway: “Nooooooodddddssss!!!” **** The noodle place was a short walk away, only about 20 minutes, just the other side of the river, but after the aquarium I’d already built up an appetite, and was ready to fill my face with ramen. Annoyingly, there was a queue outside the restaurant as other people had the same idea. While we were standing, waiting, I felt your hand on the back of my jeans, and a little tug backwards. It seemed subtle, and don’t think anyone else noticed, but I blushed. Then you leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You’re already a tiny bit stinky, but it should be OK for now. If it’s not too uncomfortable”. I felt my cheeks get really warm, and I swear they glowed red. “I’ll be fine” I mumbled. As I said that, I felt a trickle of pee escape into my nappy. I was wetting myself, and I hadn’t even noticed. “It’s so busy” I said, trying to distract myself a little. “Yep. Because it’s so good.” you replied. “But they won’t be long, I’m sure.” I felt you take hold of my hand. “Are you tired out after the aquarium?” you asked I nodded, “a little bit. But I think I’ll be good after food” “So you’ve still got energy to go shopping after then?” “Yeah” I said, excited for the comic shop. It wasn’t long before we were let into the noodle bar, and shown to a small table. It was cramped and crowded, and smelled absolutely amazing. Apart from the slight warmth, I hadn't really been aware of my nappy when we were outside, but as I sat down it squelched against the seat. I wasn’t just a bit soggy, I was soaked. I also felt the mess that had leaked out sticking to my butt cheeks. It wasn’t too uncomfortable, but it was certainly hard to ignore, and if I hadn’t been padded, I would have had a big stain on my jeans. You started looking at the menu, “Any idea what you’re having?” you asked. “Tonkotsu” I replied, in a flash, “with extra noods.” You chuckled to yourself. “Just that?” I looked at the menu properly. “Karaage too. And sparkling water.” “I’ll get us a big portion we can share” you said, “and some takoyaki.” You pulled out your phone, placed the order through their weird online ordering system, and within a few minutes our drinks and chicken had arrived. I dug in, grabbing some chicken and devouring it. It was amazing. Crispy, juicy, slightly spicy. I had to stop myself from gorging on the whole plate, but I had ramen on its way, and was also meant to be sharing the chicken with you. I stopped myself after four pieces, and took a swig of my drink. “You’re enjoying it then?” you said, a little surprised at how quickly I’d eaten the chicken. “Yep”, I grinned. Our ramen arrived shortly afterwards. It might have been my imagination, but I’d have sworn the waiter paused and sniffed the air a little when he put it down in front of me. I would have worried, but I had noodles in front of me,and was too excited for it. The way I dove into the ramen made my chicken eating seem restrained. I slurped and guzzled, and splattered soup all over myself. If I had any dignity left after my morning of humiliation, I’d have definitely left it all over the table. And my top. And face. After a few moments I looked up to see you chuckling to yourself. “Shall I order you some extra noodles?” you asked. I nodded. Saying anything else in reply would just result in covering you in half-chewed food, and that might make you less inclined to order me more noodles. Just as you placed the noodle order, the waiter came back over with a plate of takoyaki. I paused my noodle demolition to snarf down an octopus ball. Then I immediately regretted it as I realised how hot the damned thing was. I quickly took a swig of water, which helped cool my mouth down a little. “You know,” you said, that sly grin still set on your face, “it may be utterly chaotic, but it's really cute how much you're enjoying your food’. Twenty minutes of munching and gulping later, and we were paid up and ready to leave. As we wandered through the packed restaurant and toward the door, I felt your hand on my back, a gentle tug on my jeans, and a slight pull on my jumper, then heard you whisper, “just tucking your nappy back in. The waistband was peeking out under your top.” I should have felt humiliated. Particularly as the slight smell of my leaky butt had become more noticeable while we ate, but I'd already gone through so much today that I was beyond caring. So much so that without lowering my voice I replied, “do you think I need a nappy change before we leave?” At least one person glanced over at that. I didn't care though. If anything, I was pleased. “Not here” you said, there wouldn't be room to change you properly in the toilet.” **** The comic shop was a two minute walk from the noodle place. That didn't give us any options for a place to change before we got there. I hadn't thought that was much of an issue, but as we got inside you stopped me and pulled me in for a hug. As you did I heard you sniff, and felt your hand touch my butt. “I think we're going to have to get you changed pretty urgently” you said, “you're wetter than I thought, and it's pretty obvious that you've pooped too.” I nodded. “Then can we come back?” “Of course” you reassured me, “I’m sorry I had to interrupt fun, but I think you'd rather be clean and dry, wouldn't you?” I shrugged. I'd already had so many embarrassing moments today that at this point I was broadly indifferent. “I don't mind,” I said, much more confident than I had been most of today, “besides, it's not like last time where we had to leave and go home because I had an accident”. “Very true,” you agreed. The last time we'd been here was pretty bad. I'd curled up in their reading area with an indie comic while you browsed through every box for one specific X-Men back issue, and without much notice I'd felt a really bad rumble and cramping in my tummy. By the time I'd found you to tell you I needed to go to the potty, I'd had a really bad messy accident. We left right away, and worse than that, I had to ride all the way home on the train with poopy pants. Delaying our comic hunt for ten minutes while we found somewhere for me to be changed seemed like a big improvement on that. It turns out finding somewhere to change during the lunchtime rush wasn’t as simple as we’d hoped. Most of the restaurants, pubs and coffee shops we walked past were packed and most of them looked like their toilets would be too small anyway. After a little trek down the street we saw a cinema that was just opening its doors and ducked inside. We’d hoped the toilets would be in the foyer as we went in but it was clear from a quick look around that they were in the area after the ticket check. I was about to turn around to leave, but you approached one of the staff,I didn’t hear quite what you said, but I definitely heard the words ‘incontinent’, ‘accident’, and ‘change’. I blushed a little, but didn’t have time to think much about it as you beckoned me over and we were ushered toward the toilets. As we got inside the accessible cubicle and you locked the door behind us, I asked what you’d told him to get him to let us use the toilet. “The truth” you replied, “that you’d had an accident in your nappy and that we needed to get you changed as soon as possible.” I nodded. You unbuttoned my jeans, then laid a changing mat down on the floor of the room. The smell was nowhere near as bad as before, but my nappy was incredibly soggy. So much so that I felt a rivulet of pee run down my leg as I was clearly having another wetting accident which had pushed it over the edge of leaking. You saw the liquid glistening on my thigh, “It seems we’ve got here just in time”. You gestured for me to lie on the changing mat. I sat down with a squish, then laid on my back. I felt a slight dampness as the nappy leaked a little more.Without much ceremony, you popped the tapes. A slight smell of poop permeated the room. Nowhere near as bad as before, but still a little stinky. Without thinking I let out a giggle. You looked at me with a slightly quizzical expression on your face, “something funny, stinky butt?” “Yep, but I’m not even sure what. I think I’m just happy?” “Oh?” “This is, what, the third time you’ve cleaned up my messy accidents today, and you’re not making a big deal of it. It’s kind of nice. Even if it’s a bit embarrassing.” “It isn’t a big deal. You have accidents, so I’m helping you cope with them.” I giggled again, “Thank you”. I felt you pull the dirty nappy out from under me, and wipe me clean. Because the mess was so much less bad than the previous ones, the change was much quicker. You slipped the clean nappy under me, and taped me back in. In a few minutes I was clean, dry and ready to get back to our adventure. Trying again, we entered the comic shop. In all honesty, ‘comic shop’ did it a bit of an injustice. . There were comics, of course, but there was also a small gallery of art, including original comic pages, and a coffee shop with a reading area. I knew you were going to want to spend time hunting down ancient back issues in their second hand bins, so I beelined for the indie comics, grabbed a graphic novel and a handful of small press titles, then went to the cafe to read them. I decided to have a hot chocolate as well. I knew what that would probably mean - a big chance of another messy accident before we went home - but at this point I was kind of past caring. So far today I’d had some of the most humiliating accidents of my life, and things had worked out OK. Also, I really wanted a hot chocolate. At the same time as buying my drink I paid for my comics, and in a few minutes I settled in a big comfy chair ready to enjoy a nice relaxing reading session. I sipped my drink and read my comic. Got completely lost in my comic, in fact. It wasn’t until I’d read through the whole thing that I realised we’d already been in there nearly an hour. I glanced around to see what you were up to. As expected, you were still going through the comic bins. I then picked up another book and started reading that. When I was about half way through the comic I felt a grumble in my tummy. I ignored it and kept reading. By the time I finished my book I realised I was going to poop. I raised myself off my chair a little and let it go. It didn’t feel like I let a lot out. Probably about twice as much as had leaked out before you last changed me, but it immediately smelled kind of bad. My cheeks felt a little hot as it occurred to me that people would be able to smell it if they came near, but then I remembered how you’d helped me make things better all day, and I went back to my comic. As I read, I had a slightly naughty idea, and started squirming around in my seat, feeling the mess moving around inside my nappy. I enjoyed being changed by you, and this would make the next change longer and more relaxing. As I wiggled around, I started to get excited. I also noticed the smell was becoming worse. That made me even more excited. I finished my comic, then glanced around to find you. From the looks of things you had found what you wanted and moved along to a different section of the shop, an area that was a little busier. Coming over to you would mean I’d have to be around quite a few people who would undoubtedly notice the smell and realise I had pooped myself. I heitated for a moment, then got up out of my comfy chair, picked up my collection of new comices, and walked towards you, sneaking up and pouncing with a hug. “Hello you” you said, a little hint of surprise in your voice, “are you done with your reading?” “I think so,” I replied, “I could read another book, but I wanted to check how you were doing before I started. I didn’t want to get interrupted by you wanting to go.” You chuckled. “Speaking of go,” you whispered, “I think you might have a stinky nappy”. I grinned at you. “Yeah. I kind of couldn’t hold it. I didn’t think you’d mind” You gave me a big smile and an even bigger hug, “I’m glad you’re feeling a bit more comfortable about that. Shall we go pay then get you cleaned up?” “Sure”. I decided to wait outside while you paid for your comics. It seemed only fair to the shop. It was one thing to have an accident in a quiet corner away from people, but it was quite another to stand in the checkout queue making everyone else uncomfortable. You came out after a few minutes. When you did you had a slightly concerned look on your face, “So the games cafe is only round the corner” You said, “We could take a walk and and find somewhere to change you before we go in, but I don’t know where to go and it might take a while to find somewhere. And right now we probably have just about enough time for one game.” I gave you a big grin, “I don’t mind, let’s go to the games cafe”. “That’ll mean that people we walk past on the way to get you changed will be sitting next to us after.” You said, making clear that I’d likely have to be around people who knew I’d been in a messy nappy a few minutes earlier. I took your hand in mine, “I know” I said, giving it a squeeze, “but you’ve looked after me so far, and I know you’ll make me feel OK when that happens too” **** It only took us a few minutes to get to the games cafe. As we stood outside we saw how busy it was though the window. “Are you sure about this?” you asked. You’d been holding my hand since we left the comic shop, it felt incredibly reassuring, “yeah, I am.” I replied, squeezing extra tight. The pace was packed. There was a row of tables between us and the toilets, and every one was crowded with people. The walkway was jammed too. Getting through was going to take quite a bit of pushing and jostling, and as we stood in the doorway I realised I smelled worse than I thought. I was beginning to regret my escapade mushing my mess against the chair. Fortunately, you took the lead, gently guiding us through the crowd. No one said anything, but I definitely saw a few twitchy noses, and got some funny looks. Eventually, After what felt like an age, but was probably less than a minute, we'd made it through the crowd and were safely shut away in the accessible toilet cubicle. Then a thought occurred to me, “A load of people just saw us walk in here together. What if they think we've come in here for sexy stuff?” “You mean me changing your messy butt isnt sexy?” You teased. “It's the sexiest thing I can think of right now” I assured you, a wryness to my tone, “but you know what I mean. I don't want to get banned from here for them thinking we were banging in the bathroom.” “Well half the people in this place almost certainly also smelled your messy nappy” you pointed out, “but if it reassures you I could always ‘accidentally’ tuck your shirt in to the top of your clean one, so everyone can see it and there's no doubt about why we came in here.” This was clearly a joke on your part. I gave it a moment's consideration. “Sure. Let's do that.” You seemed a little taken aback by this. “Where did this confidence come from?” I shrugged, “ I guess you, really.” I said, “and knowing you're looking after me.” You reached into the change bag, and pulled out one of my really thick overnight nappies. It was still plain-coloured, but it was so thick and bulky that even dry it made my jeans bulge out, and it also made me waddle a little. Most mornings after I soaked it, I’d end up toddling along like Tommy Pickles in the intro to the Rugrats. My eyes went wide. “Maybe, as you don’t mind people knowing you’re in a nappy, it’s worth putting this on you” you said, “that way I won’t have to change you until we get home.” “What if I have another messy accident?” I asked. “Then we probably need to call the Guinness Book of Records,” you joked “and a doctor.” I gave you a withering look. “But if you do, we’ll play it by ear. If it’s bad we’ll get you changed, and if it’s not I’ll keep you feeling safe and looked after until we get home.” “OK”, I said, a cheeky smile on my face. “Let’s see what I’m dealing with.” You unbuttoned my jeans, letting them drop to the floor, then turned me round and look down the back of my nappy, causing a waft of poo-smell to fill the room, then you glanced down at my thighs. “It doesn’t look all that bad” you assured me, “but it’s gone everywhere. How on earth did you get it to the top and out the leg bands?” I blushed, “It’s leaked out the legs too.” you continued, “this is going to be a pretty big clean up” You took the changing mat from the bag and laid it on the floor, “Right, stinky pants, lie down let’s get you clean.” I did as I was told, carefully laying myself down on the changing mat to avoid it leaking any more than it already had. Without my asking you popped my pacifier in my mouth and gave me my octopus to cuddle, then you untaped the nappy and set to wiping me clean. It took several minutes of careful wiping to get me clean, and I enjoyed every moment of it, giggling and squirming throughout. I wasn’t trying to make the change difficult for you, but now I had overcome a lot of the nerves around my accidents, the sensation of being wiped clean while we were in a public place felt so naughty and cute that I couldn’t help but enjoy myself. Once I was clean you held the thick, overnight nappy up once again. “Are you sure about this?” I nodded. You pulled a thick stuffer from the bag and held it up alongside the nappy, “What about this?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded again. If it was going to be obvious that I was in a nappy, I might as well go all-in on it. You knelt down once again and slipped the nappy under my bottom, adding the stuffer underneath. Then it was time for rash creme, then baby powder, and finally you closed it up and taped it shut. I tried to close my legs. It was impossible. There was no way I was going to be able to hide the nappy now. Once you got my jeans and top back on me, you turned me around again, and adjusted my top, before gently steering me so I could see myself in the mirror. The bottom of my jumper was tucked into the waistband of my nappy, revealing it to anyone who so much as glanced at me. There was no question of why we were in the toilet together now. “Ready?” you asked, your hand on the door handle. “Ready” I said. And much to my surprise, I was. I toddled back into the cafe, following behind you. There were long tables with bench seats, where people were playing communal games, and we sat down across from a group of people who were just setting up for their next go round. We’d both played the game before, so we joined in. The people we were playing with were a really friendly group, and we found ourselves completely sucked into the game, so much so that when the waitress came round to take our drinks order, she had to ask us twice before we responded. We made sure to pay attention when she came back though, so that she wasn’t wasting time waiting for us. I’d gone for another hot chocolate, with whipped cream and marshmallows, and you had coffee. At one point during the game the nice woman sitting next to me leaned in close, “Your jumper’s ridden up a bit”, she explained, “want me to help adjust it?” “Sure,” I replied. I felt her hand on my back for a moment, and then my nappy was once again hidden away from the world. I blushed a little when she mentioned it to me, but it was only for a moment. I was having too much fun to care about silly things like being embarrassed for having accidents, and she’d not made a big deal of it at all. The game took about 90 minutes in total, and by the time we were done, the cafe staff were beginning to close up for the night. There was part of me that was disappointed by this. I was really enjoying myself, but I was also starting to realise how tiring our day had been. I got up to leave, and nearly fell over. My nappy had become even thicker than it was when I sat down. I must have peed quite a bit while we were playing, but I didn’t notice at all. I grabbed onto your arm to steady myself as I climbed back over the bench seat, and waddled to the exit. “Slightly soggy?” you teased, as you watched me walk. “I think so, yeah.” It took me a few steps to get used to the bulk between my legs, before I got used to walking with my legs so far apart, but I managed to get there. “Is it just wet?” you asked “I think so. Do you want to find somewhere to check before we get the train home?” You shrugged, “It’s not going to make much difference. If you are stinky, it’s not bad enough to smell yet, so not much point in changing you. Besides, you’d probably just poo yourself again before we get on the train anyway”, there was a big grin on your face, as you teased me. “Hey!” I replied, also smiling, “What? It’s true.” “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you need to say it.” I giggled as I said this, then gave you a hug. “Thank you for looking after me today, it’s been lovely.” “It really has.” you said, putting your arm around me and guiding me towards the train station.

Hello, As the title says, I am planning to have the incontinence surgery in Mexico that others have discussed. I reached out to the center that performs the surgery last week, and I have been told it will result in complete and irreversible urinary incontinence. I have wanted this all my life and I am ready. I will be planning to use this page to provide updates and answer any questions. I am currently working on getting my passport, and have tentatively scheduled the surgery for March 2024. Thanks and peace Edit: the surgery date was moved up to Feb 12th, 2024 Edit on 2/16/2024: the thread title was changed from "Getting Surgery in Mexico" to "Got Surgery in Mexico" because I had the surgery on Monday, 2/12. Edit: on 3/18/2024: a follow up surgery was scheduled for June 1, and the thread title was changed back to "Getting Surgery in Mexico"

Big shoutout to BabySofia for allowing me a special journey at Emerson… Prologue Prologue I double-checked the stack of papers on my desk, the sheen of the ticket to Amazonia catching the afternoon light filtering through the window. My thumb brushed over the official seal stamped on the invitation from Emerson University. It was real, as real as the hum of excitement in my veins. "Hey, Bix, look what happened!" Eric's voice, laced with a hint of mischief, pulled me from my reverie. I turned to see him holding up a mangled action figure, its arm hanging by a thread. "You didn't 'accidentally' step on it again, did you?" I arched an eyebrow at him. His sheepish grin betrayed him. "Maybe it fought one too many battles?" With a chuckle, I took the toy from his outstretched hand. "Superheroes need a break too, you know." In no time, I had the arm secured back in place. Eric snatched the figure back with a grin. "You're the best, Bix!" The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. "Alright, time to gear up for bed." He groaned, dragging his feet like he was wading through mud. "But I don't wanna…” "You know the drill," I said firmly. "No discussion." Pouting, Eric trudged off to his room and returned moments later, his posture slumped but his Drynite in place under his pajamas. I gave him a quick once-over. "Good job." A nod of approval and he beamed like he'd won a medal. We settled into the couch as the screen flickered to life with his favorite animated adventure. Our mom would be home soon to join us—just another evening for us Echavoyen boys. —— Eric snuggled closer, his head resting against my side. The heroes on screen leaped and dodged with impossible grace, but I could feel the tension in Eric's small frame. "Bix," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the action unfolding on TV. "You're gonna be so far away. What if I can't talk to you?" I pulled out the sleek, dedicated phone from my pocket and waved it gently in front of him. "Got this just for us, kiddo. We'll chat every day. Pinky promise." His eyes lit up, reflecting the colors dancing across the screen. "For real?" "Cross my heart." I hooked my pinky with his, sealing the deal. As the show reached its climax, I glanced down at Eric's waistline. Absently, my hand patted his hip, checking the Drynite beneath his pajamas. Eric caught my motion and giggled. "Still dry, Bix! No leaks!" "Good job, little bro." My words might've been casual, but pride swelled in my chest. It was one less thing for him to worry about with me gone. He beamed up at me, all worry momentarily forgotten as we lost ourselves in the world of capes and daring rescues. The credits rolled, and the room was filled with a silence that seemed louder than the show's final explosions. I glanced down at Eric, his eyelids heavy, fighting the inevitable. "C'mon, time to hit the hay," I murmured, scooping him up in my arms. He mumbled a protest but nestled into my shoulder, his breaths deepening. As I carried him to his room, the softness of his hair against my cheek reminded me how much I'd miss these little moments. His room was a fortress of blankets and plush toys, a sanctuary for a ten-year-old with an imagination as vast as the sea outside our door. Gently, I laid him down on his bed, the action figure from earlier clutched in his hand like a talisman. With practiced ease, I checked his Drynite one last time—no dampness, no telltale warmth of an accident. A small victory for him and a relief for me. "Stay dry for me while I'm gone, okay?" I whispered more to myself than to him. His response was a sleepy nod as he turned onto his side, still half in the realm of dreams. Leaning over, I planted a soft kiss on his forehead. "Goodnight, Eric," I said softly. I flicked off the light and closed the door behind me with a quiet click. My room awaited me—a tangle of clothes and scattered textbooks. The weight of my upcoming journey pressed on my shoulders like the gravity of another world. Collapsing onto my bed, thoughts of Amazonia and its giants swirled in my mind. But as I lay there in the dark, exhaustion crept over me like an incoming tide. My eyelids grew heavy and soon, without even intending to, I slipped into sleep's embrace. The illusion of normalcy Chapter 1 The hum of the car's engine played a soothing backdrop to my racing heart. Every kilometer we covered, the weight of my anticipation grew, pressing against my chest like a physical force. Mom's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, her eyes flickering to the rearview mirror to catch glimpses of Eric and me. "Almost there," she murmured, as much to herself as to us. Eric, perched on the edge of his seat, clutched the contraption I'd given him. His fingers danced over the gears and levers, eyes narrowed in concentration. I couldn't help but smile at his determination. "What does this do, Bix?" he asked, fumbling with a particularly stubborn cog. I leaned back, crossing my arms behind my head. "You've got six months to figure it out." He huffed, a playful scowl forming on his face. "That's not fair! Give me a hint!" "Nope," I replied with a smirk. "Where's the fun in that?" Mom chuckled, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror again. "Bixente, don't tease your brother too much." "Aw, come on, Mom. It's part of the charm of being siblings, you know big bro little bro thingies” Eric finally managed to rotate the cog, which triggered a series of clicks and whirrs within the device. His face lit up like he'd discovered fire. "Did you hear that? It did something!" I leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "The first secret unlocked." Mom took a turn into the University of Bordeaux campus with practiced ease. My heart leapt; this was it—the gateway to Amazonia was just within reach. "You sure you packed everything?" Mom asked as she parked. "Three times over," I assured her. "Can't be too careful when stepping into another universe." Eric snorted and muttered something about forgetting my brain. I ruffled his hair. "Better not forget your padding at night while I'm gone." It was an old jab but delivered with affection that only brothers understand. Eric swatted my hand away but couldn't hide his grin. "Yeah? And you better not wet yourself from excitement over there." We all laughed—a mixture of nerves and joy—as I shouldered my bag and stepped out of the car. Mom followed suit and wrapped me in a hug so tight it could've rivaled any Amazonian embrace. "Be safe," she whispered. "I will." I hugged her back just as fiercely. Then it was Eric's turn. He looked up at me with those big eyes that held worlds within them—worlds I was about to leave behind for a while. "I'll figure this out before you're back," he said, holding up the contraption with determined pride. "I don't doubt it for a second," I replied, giving him one last squeeze. With their goodbyes still warming my ears, I turned towards destiny—towards Amazonia—and didn't look back. I tread across the university courtyard, each step echoing with the promise of the unknown. The scene around me buzzes like a beehive on a summer day. Students clutch their loved ones in drawn-out embraces, murmurs of encouragement blending with the rustle of luggage and the soft thuds of back-pats. I drink it all in—the poignant mix of excitement and sorrow that hangs heavy in the air. Some, like me, are solo travelers, their eyes reflecting a fierce kind of solitude. It's in these solitary figures I find a kinship, each of us about to step into a world that'll stretch our very sense of self. A group of girls nearby giggle nervously, one biting her lip as she scans a holographic checklist projected from her wristband. Her gaze catches mine, and for a brief moment, we share an unspoken understanding before she turns back to her friends. Taking a deep breath, I adjust my backpack and head towards the portal's entrance. The building looms ahead—a fusion of stone and steel cradling the gate to Amazonia within its modern embrace. My hand grazes the sleek surface of the door as it slides open silently, welcoming me into its depths. Inside, the air is cooler, tinged with an electric charge that makes my hair stand on end. I follow the signs to the departure lounge, my steps measured and deliberate. Walls adorned with vivid murals depict scenes from Amazonia—towering figures walking alongside lush vegetation that dwarfs even them. A voice breaks through my reverie, "You look ready for an adventure." I turn to see an attendant with a knowing smile. She hands me a pamphlet—'Your Guide to Amazonia: What to Expect.' I offer her a grateful nod and tuck it into my pocket for later. Ahead lies the portal corridor; it beckons like an outstretched hand. The threshold pulses with energy that seems alive, whispering secrets of what lies beyond. I pause at its entrance. This is it—the cusp of everything new. My pulse quickens as I step forward into the corridor's embrace, leaving behind the echoes of farewells and stepping toward a chorus of hellos that await in another world.

I repeat with absolute certainty: Tracy is nothing shy of a hero. At this point in the story I can only expect that there is about to be an extreme amount of fallout and activity. I don't really want to inject any expectations (more than my ramble above because I was genuinely shocked) but WOW. I get the impression that he was nearly beaten to death by an angry giant. They're more than strong enough to kill us on accident, let alone when mad!

Thank you for telling me this. Sometimes I worry that I'm tooting my own horn playing with my imaginary friends. It's good to know they're other people's imaginary friends, too. NGL, I teared up writing "I've got you boss".

Good christ... I knew something like had to come sometime but it still hits hard... no pun intended.

I admire your commitment and I wish you all the best. There are a lot of people here who are interested in hearing how you make out, @Reddy.

I would absolutely buy a comic about these two or read a story about them.

As i drive to the coffee shop i plan to poop my diaper. When i arrive i come in and look for you

Oh my ...! I just... WOW. I mean, Clark is in trouble, but the only thing that's even remotely going to lessen that trouble is the fact that he's probably about to be in a hospital and with people recording her trying to beat him to death, and then hitting Tracy, they may not want to kick him out and deal with the the news spectacle that's already coming. So they shouldered him out to get in an abusive Amazon with a lack of self control. And oh boy I have no idea how Clark is going to recover from this Physically. I don't know if they -can- expel him after her reaction. I also don't know if they can -avoid- expelling him. I have the distinct feeling that the big police are about to be involved, and then LPS. I'm so shell shocked that I'm rambling! Excellent work! Edit after a few moments of clarity: Tracy is nothing at all short of a hero no matter the perspective. Amazon? She protected a little from being beaten to death. News? Oh absolutely gonna have a field day. Littles? She saved a little. Police? She was attacked saving a life. Tracey needs a metal and a fat payout from the school for preventing a staff member from committing murder.

Any chance you are going to continue this story? Its been great so far!

Yes, quite a bit over time. 😃

I just thought his mother used the day he started wearing for the article as his new birthday

i just feel so much better mentally when diapered. Using diapers just feels right to me and lessens my general mood of anxiety. I just really want to have some kind of legitimate need for them always have.

If you don't waddle like a duck, it's not thick enough.

I chose other because for me it's about returning to a state I should've never left. For the longest time I've always felt something was wrong, and until a few years ago I couldn't put it into words. Now I realize that what was wrong is that I was potty trained, and I feel like that was a mistake. I've always had control, but at the same time I felt like I was bad at potty training. I'd always make weird little mistakes. I'd accidentally miss the toilet a little while standing in front it because I spaced out. I somehow get the back of pants wet when sitting on the toilet in just the right way that my stream went through the little space between the seat and the bowl. I even remember being at a urinal, and somehow getting the side of my zipper wet, and the splashback, oh my goodness the splashback from the urinals. I was also always nervous about using public toilets around others, and having IBS as a kid meant I always took so long in the bathroom when it came to number 2, and I was always getting in trouble for it. I was introduced to diapers when I was 7 and would constantly wake up in the middle of the night because of my small overactive bladder. I had an abusive family member that would always yell at me and punish me for coming down the stairs to go pee because it would wake him, and so I took a cousins diaper one day and the rest is history. TLDR: I should've never be toilet trained.

Chapter 4: Eyes that know too much Aidan caught my eye, and in it, I saw a flicker of understanding—or was it pity? His hand found mine, a firm grip that yanked me back to the present, away from the suffocating cloud of embarrassment. Weaving through the throng of students, he led me like I was some lost kid at a fair. I could feel the stares drilling into my back, the whispers that scuttled from mouth to ear. "Check out diaper boy," someone snickered, a jab that knotted my insides tighter. Aidan notices my distress and squeezes my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, little guy," he says softly. "We'll get you cleaned up quickly and get you back to your day.” * * * The door to the changing station swung open, and the scene inside mocked everything I was. Huge changing tables lined the walls, their surfaces gleaming under the bright lights. Each one bore straps decorated with cartoons – grinning bears and dancing rabbits – their cheerfulness a stark contrast to the dread knotting my stomach. I clenched my fists tighter, nails digging into my palms as if they could anchor me to a reality where this wasn't happening. But it was no use; this was Amazonia's reality, and I was caught in its snare. Aidan guided me to one of the tables. "It's for your own good," he said softly. But his words sounded hollow against the backdrop of infantile illustrations staring back at me. "I'm not some... some baby," I muttered, the fight simmering beneath my breath. My underwear felt like a thin shield of dignity that I clung to desperately. "No one thinks you are," Aidan tried to reassure me. But we both knew it was a lie painted over an unforgiving truth. I stumbled against the table's edge, its height forcing me to crane my neck upward. The cold surface seemed to wait for me with open arms – an invitation to surrender all that I was. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined myself lying there, helpless and exposed. "You don't have to do this," I pleaded one last time, hoping for an ounce of mercy in Aidan's eyes. But all he did was offer a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "It's just how things are done here," he whispered as if sharing a secret I already knew but wished to forget. I looked down at my hands, now open and empty by my sides. The defiance drained from them like water through open fingers, leaving behind only the dread of what was about to come. "Please," I begged, my voice cracking under the weight of my plea. "Just let me clean myself up. I don't need... this." I gestured helplessly at the looming tables with their juvenile restraints. He looked at me with those eyes that seemed to understand too much, yet offered no reprieve. "Listen, it's not about what you need or don't need. It's about following the rules here. You know that." Anger flared within me, a desperate fire against the cold reality of his words. "But these aren't my rules!" I shouted, louder than I intended. "I'm not one of your... your little to be diapered and coddled!" Aiden's expression softened for a moment, but it was like watching empathy from behind a glass wall – close enough to see, too far to touch. "I know you're not," he said quietly. "But causing a scene won't change anything." "Fine," I said at last, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Do what you must." And with that surrender. Aiden's hands were gentle, but firm as they guided my wrists into the straps. "There we go, just a little snug so you don't wiggle around too much," he cooed, the straps clicking into place. His voice held that sing-song quality used on unruly kids, grating against my every nerve. I tugged at the restraints, a futile attempt to free myself. The straps held fast, unyielding. I exhaled a defeated sigh, feeling every bit the part of a misbehaving child they saw me as. "Now let's get you out of those icky pants," Aiden continued, his tone absurdly soothing as he peeled away the last of my dignity along with my soiled clothes. "Accidents happen, but we'll have you all fresh and clean in no time!" I lay there, stripped of more than just my clothes—stripped of pride, autonomy, adulthood. "I'm not a kid," I murmured, the protest weak even to my own ears. Aiden chuckled softly. "Of course you're not. You're just a big boy who had a little mishap. Happens to the best of us!" His words felt like pats on the head, well-meaning but utterly patronizing. Heat crept up my cheeks as I lay there exposed, the childish prints on the straps mocking me from above. "Just... just get it over with," I muttered, wishing I could sink through the table and disappear. His hands, steady and impersonal, slipped under my knees, lifting them with a practiced ease that had no place in my world of wrenches and engines. "This isn't how it's supposed to be," I muttered, my voice betraying a tremble I hadn't intended. The smell was overwhelming, and I squirmed in discomfort as he reached for a warm, wet wipe. The wipe was rough against my skin as he scrubbed away at the mess, paying special attention to the creases and folds where dirt tended to accumulate. It was an intimate and humiliating experience, but I felt a sense of relief as the wipe began to clean me up. As he continued to clean me, I could feel his fingers probing deeper into my crevices, searching for any traces of waste that may have been missed. It was an invasive feeling, but I remained still and cooperative as he worked. "There you go, almost done," he cooed, as if his soothing tone could somehow make the situation less degrading. "It's not fair," I grumbled under my breath, the words spilling out like oil from a leaky gasket. "I'm not some kid who can't handle himself." "I know it doesn't seem fair," Aiden replied, his voice calm and infuriatingly reasonable. "But it's just how things work around here. You'll get used to it." * * * My eyes fix on Aidan as he grabs a diaper from the stack, the sound of it fluffing up like some mocking applause. He unfolds it with a swift motion, his hands practiced and sure. I can't believe this is happening. The plastic backing crinkles loudly in the silent room. "Legs up, Bix," Aidan instructs, his voice calm and without a trace of mockery. I comply, feeling every shred of my dignity peeling away with the sound of the diaper rustling beneath me. He slides it under my backside, the cool touch of the inner lining sending a shiver up my spine. The front gets pulled up between my legs, snug against my skin. "Easy now, it'll be over before you know it," he says, almost gently. I clench my jaw to keep from spitting out the anger boiling inside me. The tapes secure with a definitive ripping sound, each one a nail in the coffin of my adulthood. He adjusts the fit, ensuring it's tight enough not to leak but not so much that it'd chafe. "This is ridiculous," I grumbled, unable to keep the bitterness from seeping into my voice. "It's just how things are done here," Aiden replied, sliding the diaper under me with an efficiency that only deepened my humiliation. "Better safe than sorry, right?" Aidan unbuckles the straps that held me down during this ordeal and helps me off the table with a firm hand under my arm. As I find my feet, he gives a pat to the back of my newly adorned garment, making me cringe at the soft puffing noise it makes against my backside. "See? All done," Aidan says with an infuriating hint of pride in his voice. I stand there for a moment, frozen by humiliation and disbelief. Then, almost involuntarily, my hand drifts down to explore this alien thing hugging my hips. I press against it; the childish drawings on its surface – little rockets and stars – —the bulk between my legs and the way it forced my thighs apart just slightly do nothing to comfort me. Instead, they scream out that I'm no longer seen as an adult here. I sigh heavily, feeling each crinkle echo through the room like distant thunder. "Happy now?" I mutter bitterly under my breath. "Thanks," I muttered sarcastically. "Nothing like being babied to boost your self-esteem." Aiden's expression softened slightly. "Hey, don't let it get to you. You're not the first to have an accident around here." "Yeah? Well, it doesn't exactly feel like an accomplishment." I sighed heavily and looked down at myself—a grown man dressed in what was essentially an oversized baby diaper decorated with flying cartoons. I took an experimental step and winced at the unmistakable sound that followed. This was going to be a long semester. *** Aiden snagged my hand, his grip firm, like I was some wayward toddler instead of a guy who had built his first engine at ten. "Come on, Bix, let's get you home." I yanked back, the heat of anger flushing my cheeks. "No way am I walking across campus like this!" He tilted his head, and his voice dropped to that singsong lilt Bigs used when they thought they were being soothing. "Don't throw a fit, little man. You don't want a spanking here, do you?" My teeth clenched so tight I thought they might crack. The threat, wrapped in childish taunting, made my blood boil. But what choice did I have? A public spanking would only add to my current shame. So, I fell into step beside him, my shoes scuffing against the floor as if to voice my silent protest. I was a bundle of raw nerves, every sound and sensation amplified. And then it happened—the sudden warmth spreading against my skin, the softness beneath me giving way to an unmistakable squish. My stomach lurched; this couldn't be real. My steps faltered as the mess shifted with each movement—a grim reminder of my current state. Aiden glanced over, no sympathy in his eyes. "Keep moving," he ordered. But I was rooted to the spot, terror freezing me as another wave of warmth flooded the front of the diaper. Giggles from passing Bigs pierced me like a barrage of bullets. Laughter bubbled up around us like poison gas—Bigs snickering as they passed by. Their eyes were on me, on the sagging diaper now heavy with my shame. "Looks like someone's had an accident," one called out in amusement. "Aw, does the little baby need his mommy?" another teased with a cruel smile. Aiden tugged on my hand again, harder this time. "We don't have all day." I stumbled forward, the weight of the used diaper dragging me down with every step. It clung to me like a second skin—a loathsome, squelching layer that broadcasted my humiliation with each movement. As we walked on—Aiden unfazed and me fighting back tears—I could feel it sagging between my legs, the once crisp material now a sodden mess sticking uncomfortably to my thighs. The padding squished audibly beneath me, a constant reminder of what had just transpired. The dorms loomed ahead—a sanctuary in sight—but with each step I took in that disgusting diaper, it felt more like a walk of shame than anything else.

Chapter 8 : Amy When Kelia awoke, she was surprised to find that she'd had a relatively good night's sleep. Well, a better night than the last few at least. When her mother came to pick her up and put her in her arms, she felt pressure in her bladder and wet herself without resisting. Her mother must have felt Kelia's diaper warm and swell with her hand, because she smiled. It soon became quite easy for Kelia to let herself go in her diaper. She was completely resigned. She was carried to the changing table and changed. She noticed that her mother was quicker to change her diapers than before. Surely she, too, was getting the hang of it. As usual, Kelia joined Sarah in her room. She knew her sister had colored pencils, and perhaps she could draw to distract herself a little. It annoyed her to know that she'd look childish drawing with her crayons on the floor, but doing nothing all day was seriously driving Kelia crazy. She had to find a way to distract herself somehow. "Hi Sarah, could I borrow some pencils and a sheet of paper?" Kelia asked her sister as she entered her room. "Hi! Yes, here!" Sarah took a pencil cup and a blank piece of paper from her desk and handed it to Kelia. Kelia sat down on the floor and began to draw. Only, she felt that something wasn't right. Her hand seemed to be shaking or something, and she was having great difficulty drawing a straight line. Kelia tried to draw something, but with her hand giving her trouble, she realized that everything she was trying to draw looked a lot like a child's drawing. Kelia was no fool, and it didn't take her long to work out what the problem was. She suspected it came from her regression, and that it must be one of those "side effects" the doctor had mentioned concerning her cognitive abilities. This was extremely frustrating for Kelia. She was already struggling to find something to do, and now even her favorite activity, drawing, was no longer possible. At least, it was no longer possible without looking like a little child drawing a picture for her mommy. Kelia felt discomfort in her bowels, and simply pushed into her diaper without really thinking about it. At the same time, she felt a slight trickle of urine warming the front of her diaper. It was always unpleasant to soil her diaper, but Kelia was gradually getting used to it. To tell the truth, the feeling of wetting didn't bother her that much anymore. The warm feeling it gave her was no longer so unpleasant, even if Kelia was a little ashamed to admit it, and really did feel like a baby. Kelia's mother came into the room to pick her up and tell Sarah that lunch was ready. When she saw Kelia's drawing as she picked her up, she obviously couldn't hold back her little comment. "What a pretty drawing, sweetheart!" Kelia blushed hard. It was embarrassing enough when her mother commented on the things she had no choice to do, like wetting her diaper, but here it was all the more embarrassing because Kelia had really done her best, and even if it wasn't her fault, her drawing was indeed very childish. Kelia wasn't pleased when she saw that her mother wasn't heading for her room to change her. She knew her mother had noticed her diaper was full since she had her hand right under it. "Could you please change me?" It was quite an exercise for Kelia to keep her emotions under control to ask her mother such a thing, but she really wanted a clean diaper. "No honey, I'll change you after lunch." "But..." "There's no buts about it, I'm not going to put you in a clean diaper only to have you wet it again right after lunch, diapers are expensive." Kelia hated that her mother naturally assumed she'd wet herself after eating. Not that it wasn't true, since she had no choice, but it was still very humiliating. But she took it upon herself to keep quiet. As usual, Kelia was placed in her highchair and fed by her mother, then she and Sarah ate at the table. Kelia was really bored of baby food, it was so bland, she felt like she was eating the same thing every day for lunch and dinner. She much preferred bottles of milk; it was rather humiliating having her mother bottle feeding her, but at least milk can't be bad. In her high chair, Kelia wet herself a couple of times. Her diaper was becoming very uncomfortable. She could handle a wet diaper, but a messy one was much less bearable. Once breakfast was over, Kelia was taken upstairs to her room by her mother and placed on the changing table. The diaper was untapped and opened. The smell was really bad, and the diaper probably couldn't have held an extra wet or mess. Cleaning up took a long time and was unpleasant for Kelia. For her mother too, no doubt, judging by the expression on her face. When the dirty diaper was discarded and her mother slipped a new one under her bottom, Kelia was truly relieved to be out of her old one. As her mother finished tapping her diaper, Kelia heard the doorbell ring. She wasn't sure who it could be, but she didn't care. Her mother came downstairs with Kelia in her arms, but instead of putting her down, she went straight to the door and opened it. "Hello, I'm Amy!" Said an unfamiliar voice from outside. Kelia turned, still in her mother's arms, to see who was at the door, and saw a young woman in her twenties. "Hello, please come in!" Her mother replied to the young woman. As she entered, Amy's gaze turned to Kelia. "She's so cute! She's a year and a half old, isn't that what you told me on the phone?" Kelia blushed and buried her face in her mother's shoulder, wanting to disappear. "Yes exactly!" Her mother sounded very happy and enthusiastic. Kelia was sure that the reason she looked so happy was because she knew the situation was extremely embarrassing for Kelia. The front door was closed and Kelia's mother called to her sister to join them, which she quickly did. "Sarah, this is Amy. She's going to babysit you and Kelia until tonight as I'll be away." "Hello..." said Sarah shyly. "Hi Sarah, you're 6 aren't you? You're a big girl already!" Sarah simply nodded. Amy sounded like a pretty sweet person, and she seemed pretty good with kids. "I'll leave her with you, is that okay?" Kelia's mother said, handing her to Amy. Kelia was very anxious and didn't know what to do. Should she play along? She figured that if Amy found out that she was actually 18, the situation could become even more humiliating. "Yes, it's all right," Amy replied, "I'm sure they're very well-behaved!" She gave Kelia, now in her arms, a big smile as she said this, the kind of smile you'd give a baby to make it smile or laugh. Again, Kelia simply buried her face in Amy's shoulders to hide her embarrassment. "Yes they are, but this one's a good little wetter, she'll keep you busy!" Replied her mother, referring to Kelia. Although Amy or her mother couldn't see it, Kelia's face looked like a tomato. She'd never been so embarrassed. It was embarrassing enough to be seen like that in public, but to have someone she didn't know who thought she was a real baby take care of her? It was horrible for her. "Well, I'll have to get going or I'll be late, I'll leave them to you, besides it's nap time for Kelia, see you tonight!" Kelia's mother says this as she puts on her coat and picks up her bag. On the doorstep, she waved to her two children, then closed the door behind her. "Well, let's get you to nap, you must be tired!" Amy said to Kelia. Although Amy sounded very kind and well-meaning, she couldn't get past the fact that a stranger was treating her like a baby, and would surely have to change her diaper. Amy took Kelia upstairs. She had to open a few doors to find the right room, but once she had, she placed Kelia in her crib, gave her a little caress on the cheek, then left the room, closing the door gently behind her. Kelia figured that this nap would surely be the least unpleasant moment until tonight, so she wanted to make the most of it and get a good sleep. She grabbed her pacifier, which was still in her crib, put it in her mouth and closed her eyes, falling asleep as she sucked on her pacifier.

I like to squat like a toddler and let it just come out into my diaper without pushing. I also like to lay on my back and bring my legs up to my body like a baby and feel my diaper fill up that way. I try to let it happen naturally without pushing no matter the way im positioned.

------------------------------ Chapter 8 ------------------------------ "Rise and shine, little one!" Came a loud voice, much closer to Cammy than someone outside her bedroom. Did maria breach her privacy again? She seemed nicer than that, but the only way to find out would be to shake off the heavy drowsiness and look. Camilla's eyes opened slowly, and she looked around confused, realizing she was sitting in a high chair in Maria’s apartment wearing the pink onesie that veronica had picked out. Her arms were firmly pinned to her sides with a baby bottle and a few jars of blended veggies beside her as well. “What’s going on, Maria? If this is a prank I’m really not enjoying it, and I need to be at work in twenty minutes!” She said, not wanting to be overly rude but making sure her tone revealed her annoyance. Maria sighed, setting the bottle on the tray. “Sweetie, I was rooting for you for a while, but we both know that you’re just not cut out for adulthood. You’ve gotten used to being diapered, it’s been a week since you’ve kept your pants dry all day, and you’re currently sucking your thumb! Just let Momma Maria take good care of you and maybe we’ll try potty training again in a few years.” She said, her voice a balanced mix of firm and considerate. “No! I’m an adult, I have a job and an apartment and a bank account! You’re supposed to be the understanding one, the one who tries to help protect me from Veronica and Jessica and all the other mean Amazon…” Cammy shouted, unwilling to accept Maria’s attitude change, as it would mean she didn’t have a single lifeline to rely on when something bad was happening. Maria shoved the bottle into Cammy’s mouth and stroked her hair, causing her to instinctively begin drinking. “But that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m protecting you from the cold, cruel world outside! No more long work hours, no more mean spirited teasing from big mean Amazon, just diapees and feedings and showing Mommy your amazing drawings.” Cammy wanted to respond, but even ignoring the bottle she was at a loss for words. She was feeling pretty flustered and every defense for why being an adult is a good thing seemed to have slipped from her mind. “I’ll change you once you’ve finished the rest of your meal.” She said softly. Cammy was confused as the bottle she’d been given was now empty, but she realized what was going on when Maria lifted her shirt and pressed one of her large, perky nipples against Cammy’s mouth. With little choice she began to drink. The relaxing yet mortifying action of being breastfed felt thoroughly embarrassing, while sight of Maria’s curvier, more mature body left Cammy feeling self concious at the same time. “Are you nice and stuffed now?~” She asked, filling Cammy with relief as she nodded, her stomach (and bladder) feeling quite full. “If you’re good I’ll make you macaroni and cheese for lunch instead of baby food.” She added, and as bad as the situation was, the glimpses of Kale, Asparagus, and Prune flavored baby foods made her note that she should probably try to be good. Free from all distractions from the first time since she awoke, she finally noticed how tall her high chair was and couldn’t stop herself from wondering how stable this chair was. She began to breathe heavily, closing her eyes and being thankful that she was held in so tightly by the locking lap tray. “Oh my, are you okay? You’re positively shaking, and you’re getting a bit pale! I knew I was waking you up too early but I was just so excited to give you a good first day that I couldn’t help myself.” She said, seeming genuinely upset with herself for Cammy’s condition. “J-just get me down. Please.” She said, the fear of being so high off the ground giving way to confusion as she was finally lifted out and set on her feet. Could this have something to do with the numerous scary dreams and pink spirals that she could vaguely remember from last night? She knew it must be veronica’s fault and made a mental note to talk with her about it later. Once Cammy felt a little more at ease, they started getting ready to leave. Maria straightened her apron and grabbed her bag, while Cammy waited impatiently for her to be ready and begrudgingly permitted having her hair tied into pigtails. “Now we’re gonna go visit your Older Sister and you can have a little play date while Mommy checks up on her tenants!” She said as they approached veronica’s door, though Maria must've noticed Cammy’s hesitation as she quickly added “And there’s no need to worry about her bullying you. I’ve made it quite clear that she’s going over my lap if she does anything worse than a bit of light, sisterly teasing.” Opening the door revealed veronica standing expectantly beside It. “Who’s this adorable little girl, Maria? Did you adopt another toddler?~ She asked, her large, knowing grin succeeding in frustrating Cammy as it normally did. “Of course not, She’s more of a waddler than a toddler in diapers this thick!” Maria said as Cammy covered her face with her hands, pretending that she wasn’t there. She was passed into Veronica’s hands and Maria headed out so she could begin work. The next moment seemed to last forever as Cammy was too flustered to speak and Veronica seemed to be patiently waiting for her to say something. Eventually, she gathered the courage to ask for something. “Veronica, I know we—“ She began, before realising that it might be better to appease her first. “—Big sis… I know that we don’t get along, and you pick on me, and you call me a baby, but even you see that this has gone too far, right? I need to get to work right away, and I also need something smaller than this personal flotation device that’s wrapped around my waist…” She said emotionally. Veronica’s expression shifted to one of concern, and for a moment Cammy believed it might’ve been legitimate. “Big sisters watch out for their siblings, so I’ll do my best to protect you and keep you happy! I can keep you happy by taking you to work, and I can protect you from accidents by not changing you out of your diapers. Win win!~” She said, clearly enjoying herself despite her expression staying serious. Cammy’s protests were ignored as she was picked up and carried out of the building. Through pure luck they crossed paths with the amazon from a few days prior. She looked Cammy over thoroughly, checking her diaper and looking at her body language. “Well she does seem to be more docile than the last time I met her… Maybe you weren’t lying about adopting her. I can respect a Betweener who has the determination and skill to raise their own Little and avoid being treated like one instead, so I’ll give you a few tips that help me with new babies.” She said before listing helpful ways to train littles even faster. Veronica pretended to cover Cammy's ears as the amazon didn’t want her to hear, but Veronica clearly liked the idea of scaring her with what might be happening soon. The first tip seemed bad enough, but to her shock they seemed to get worse the more she listed. The first tip she gave was “When first training your Little, convince them that you want to help them stay mature and potty trained, and don’t do anything that would convince them otherwise. At the same time, take subtle actions to make sure they never actually reach the potty. This will help to convince them that they really are immature toddlers and that the accidents are their fault.” The second was “Until your Little is fully regressed (or as regressed as you want them) you shouldn’t give them a change unless they’re begging you. If they don’t want one bad enough to beg, they don’t need one. This will teach them that you’re in control of what they can or can’t do and put them in a regressive mindset faster. You can combine this with tip one by acting apologetic and giving excuses and ‘being busy at the moment’ until they start to beg.” Cammy swallowed nervously. Some of this sounded pretty similar to Maria and her seemingly kind attitude, at least up until this morning. It wasn’t too much of a shock after waking up being fed from a bottle, but the idea that she wanted to adopt Cammy too was hard to wrap her head around. The third and final tip was “If you’re interested in having a bit more fun training your Little, than make sure to give them opportunities to “Escape”, or even offer to give them back their freedom if they can reach an impossible goal! If they feel it’s hopeless they’ll regress faster, so giving them a rigged chance to succeed can give you more time before your little is the cute, obedient, helpless end result that you’re aiming for.” After giving her advice Veronica thanked the woman and the two of them quickly parted ways. “See what those amazon will do to you? They’re brutal~ Meanwhile I limit myself to a bit of light bullying.” Veronica whispered into Cammy’s ear as they approached her office. They walked through the rotating door and into the main lobby, but problems arose immediately for poor Cammy as the woman at the desk was the same girl that she met in the elevator yesterday! She looked behind her to try and hide her face, somewhat regretting even asking to go to work; could it really be worth it if she had to let everyone see her like this? The desk attendant pushes her glasses up and looks the baby over, finding her somewhat familiar without being quite able to place why. “Would you like to walk your daughter to the daycare yourself or will you be leaving her with me?” She asked dryly. Cammy couldn’t see Veronica’s shark-like grin as she stepped forward. “No, this is one of your workers! She’s my Lil’ Sis and sometimes goes by the name Cammy. She’s here to go to “Work”.” She said, with Cammy not being able to see the wink after ‘work’ either. “Aah, of course. Just set her down and I’ll ensure she makes it where she’s meant to go.” The receptionist assured them both, and veronica casually made her way out the door. The woman reach her hand downwards in silence and Cammy stretched her hand nearly as high as she could to grab it, hoping that she was being taken to the elevator and the hand-holding was only because of the amazon’s over protectiveness That hopefulness was shattered when they walked right by it and headed down the staircase leading to the daycare, where the amazon locked the door behind them. “Um, I-I’m a worker, Veronica said that herself and everything!” Cammy said, wishing more and more that she was back in her cozy barred bed with every minute. “I know what she said, and I have no reason to doubt either of you, Cammy.~ But that doesn’t change that you were always meant to end up in the daycare, I mean you have to keep your feet a meter apart just to walk in that thing! You’re going to the daycare, and it won’t be long before you realize that I was right and you wish we’d skipped right past all the useless work they had you doing.” She said happily. Cammy opened her mouth to retort, to say that she was a big girl, to say that her work wasn’t useless, but arguing with an amazon in a locked room could only hurt her chances of freedom, so she held her tongue and allowed herself to be led into the daycare proper. The walls were bright, primary colors with murals of cartoon characters and posters of the alphabet and names of common animals. Cammy was led quickly through the main room, weaving in-between a dozen or so littles all playing with their own toys and everyone looking happy enough apart from one little currently facing the corner with crossed arms. “I have a former worker here who’s decided that the daycare is more their speed.” She said. Cammy didn’t want people to think that about her and so she opened her mouth to respond, but the woman continued, saying: “She has little to no potty training, but she is to be put into single diapers when she does end up requiring a change.” This caused Cammy to stop and consider her options. She didn’t want everyone to think that she gave up on working, but if she let it happen she could go into single diapers before leaving. The situation with Maria was a bit confusing, and it seemed plausible that upon being seen in single diapers her landlord would realize she didn’t need to be doubled up from now on. She stayed silent as the daycare worker wrote something down in a large book before giving Cammy a red bracelet made from hard to rip material and bearing the name of her company. The receptionist stuck around until she was sure that the daycare worker could handle everything alone. Just from seeing this woman’s expression Cammy could tell that she would be more annoying to deal with than most Amazon she’d been around so far. She was very chipper, and she looked at Cammy with an expression that made her question if she legitimately thought all littles were three years old. “Well hello there! My name is Amanda, though the really little ones have trouble with my name and just call me Amy! Are you the special new darling that’s been sent to stay here?” She asked in the most patronizing, high energy voice Cammy had ever heard, confirming her instincts. She was luckily able to just nod and hold her tongue, mostly focused on making it through the 8 hours without incident as she’d be headed home soon. “The first thing we’re gonna do after your change is take a tour of the building! Can you say that word? “Bill-Ding”?” Amanda asked, lighting Cammy’s face a bright red. She waited what seemed like forever for the woman to start the tour, but she instead stood in place, nudging Cammy into giving the correct answer. “B-Building…” She mumbled quietly, feeling like a first grader again. The worker gave her an undeserved amount of praise and ruffled her hair, but afterwords they were finally on their way for the promised tour of the daycare. They walked to a fold out changing table on the wall, where Cammy’s wet doubled night-time diapers were quickly removed and two single daytime diapers were brought out. “Do you want the plain white one or the pretty pink one?” Amanda asked, still in her annoyingly upbeat tone. Cammy wasn’t sure why she pointed to the pink, glittery unicorn-clad diaper, but she did. Perhaps it was to feel in control instead of choosing the basic option that she’d normally go with, or maybe she felt like looking different from all of the actually regressed littles. “Most of the littles I know don’t like diaper changes, but you seem to like having yours changed! You’re a strange one, but you’re definitely a cute one too.~” Amanda said. “Well of course I like diaper changes, who wants to spend all day In a wet diaper?” She said, blushing heavily and shutting her eyes as she realized she just told an amazon that she enjoys diaper changes. Amanda chuckled and quickly finished the change. Once it was taped on she was lowered down and she felt as if she’d traveled to the moon! Everything was lighter, she could move around, and she could touch her legs together! Regular diapers barely even felt limiting anymore, and they did also have an upside to them, so maybe there was a reason so many littles give up on the potty eventually... She shook her head and paid attention to Amanda as they walked down the hallway. “Our first stop is the main playroom, where most of the more mature toys are kept! This is also where all of the potty charts go for those of you who are interested in that sort of thing.” She explained once Cammy had gotten over her much thinner diaper. ‘Mature’ was certainly relative however as it was mostly hot wheels, playhouses, and a retro video game console which slightly surprised Cammy. Overall however it seemed that ‘mature toys’ meant the ones that a really little kid could be in danger of choking on. She made a mental note of the game console though. On the off chance that they had more than Elmo’s Number Journey it could be a fun way to pass the time. She also only saw a few potty charts, indicating that either most of them had regressed past them or most people weren’t allowed them. Another pleasant surprise for Cammy was that there was a plastic potty right next to all the toys! Sure, you’d have to use it in front of everyone (and that’s assuming you can get someone to remove your diaper), but it at least shows that they’re considerate to the littles who care enough about getting back into real underwear, which assures herself that she’s one of. “Amy, Amy!” Cried a female little dressed up in a ballet outfit and a very fluffy diaper, the bow in her hair flowing through the air as she ran towards them and hugged the caretaker’s leg. “I didn’t make it to the potty.” She said, her voice muffled by Amanda’s pants. She was clearly distraught over her accident, and Cammy hoped that she’d be okay. “Shhhhh, it’s alright, Lizzy. I know you’ll make it next time, you’re doing such a good job of recognizing that you need to go.” Amanda said softly, before giving her a tight hug. Despite Cammy’s big problems with her, she had to admit that the woman was very good at her job, and if she were working with actual children it would be impressive rather than creepy how well she tamed them. “Let’s go get you changed up and I can show Cammy the wardrobe at the same time.” Amanda said. They were brought into a massive closet filled to the brim with costumes, brightly colored outfits, and basically any clothing related item you could need. Near the end of the room there was a changing table which Lizzy was quickly set onto and her wet diaper quickly changed and replaced, with Amanda clearly having a lot of experience. Lizzy quickly skipped out of the room, eager to get back to her playtime, and Amanda capitalized on the moment to try and better the relationship between the two of them “Say, Cammy. That onesie is cute and all, but I think you’d look absolutely amazing in this pair of shortalls!… Cammy?” She was too distracted to notice what the woman had said. “It’s not… Real, is it Amanda?” Cammy said, instantly biting her lip as she pointed to a full ghost costume likely used for Halloween. She knew it wasn’t real, and she felt like an infant for even asking, but the more she looked at it the wetter her eyes became as she imagined it cursing her, or haunting her, or hiding under her bed at night. “No sweetie, it’s not real, and it can’t hurt you.” Amanda said, and to her credit there was no hint of mockery in her voice. She treated it as though it was a genuine question. “Do you wanna try on these super cute shortalls now?” She asked again, and Cammy, still somewhat distracted by the ‘ghost’, simply nodded. By the time she realized what was going on she was wearing a traditional pair of shortalls with fuzzy inner lining and made stretchier to accommodate for diapers. She complained about it to herself before realizing that these were actually markedly better than the onesie. “Are you excited for the rest of the tour?!” Amanda asked, and Cammy nodded. They headed into a somewhat smaller room to the side, where the walls were half pink and half blue and all of the toys were things like rattles, stuffed animals, a ball-pit, and rocking horses. “This is the infant room. Most of the babies here still walk and talk, but they’re much more regressed, so the infant title just sort of stuck. You can play with them for a bit while I check that there’s nothing important going on at the counter.” She said, speed walking back to where the tour began. Cammy considered trying to talk to one of them, but they all seemed happy to suck on their pacifiers and play with blocks, which she assumed had been caused by extensive hypnosis. While watching them she noticed that she needed to use the bathroom, and after looking around she noticed that there was a door that said ‘staff only’ across the top. She walked over, curious as to what it could be. The handle refused to turn, but luckily it had been left slightly open, and she went in to find that it was an actual, real bathroom! ‘Hmm… The only problem is that it’s really dark and I don’t think I can reach the light switch. Not that it really matters, I’m not some little baby who’s scared of the dark.’ She thought. Her knees began to shake as she took a step towards the toilet. ‘Y-yeah… Not some dumb baby who’s terrified of the dark, and the monsters that live there, and the horrifying emptiness a-and the…’ She couldn’t stop herself from freaking out, how had she never realized how terrifying the darkness is? Determined to carry on, she walked forward, but when she thought she saw a zombie hiding in the darkness she jumped up out of fear. Frozen in place, she closed her eyes and tried not to be scared, but she just couldn’t will herself to move, even when she felt her stomach clench and she instinctively bent forward. “N-No… No” She whispered, equally scared of monsters and of what she knew was about to happen. She bit her lip and slowly filled her diaper, helpless to stop the mush flowing in. Just before she could question how she’d let herself have two messy accidents in a row, the lights flicked on and she was pulled from her thoughts. “There you are! This bathroom is only for grown ups, though if you’re a really good girl I may let you use it sometimes.” Amanda said, having apparently entered the room undetected. No longer overtaken by her fear, Cammy’s biggest issue became her diaper. “O-oh, yea I know, I just wanted to uuh… See how this outfit looks in the mirror!” She lied. As much as she hated being in a messy diaper, the idea of this woman changing her seemed even worse, so she decided that her top priority was keeping it hidden. “There’s no need to worry about that, you’re a real cutie and you look great in that getup!” She said, leading Cammy to the next stop of the tour while seeming oblivious to the situation. They entered a massive room with plenty of high chairs, padded booths, and a handful of normal tables. On one end there was a long line where she could get food, though the majority of Littles in the cafeteria were seemingly having their choices made for them as they were being given baby food in various high chairs. “You can usually choose your own food from the menu, and from what I’ve heard it’s really yummy! Make sure you eat it all, because that’ll help you grow up and become an adult!” Amanda said. Despite the apparent chance of being forced to eat baby food, the menu seemed impressively normal. Macaroni and cheese, chicken fingers, pizza, sweets. It may still be stereotypical food for picky children, but it also happened to be food that tasted good, so it didn’t really bother Cammy much. “Well, I need to get back to the desk, but you’re really fun and I can’t wait to see you around!~” She said as she walked off, causing Cammy to smile as she knew they wouldn’t be seeing each other around. Though now that she was alone, she needed to decide what to do until it was time to leave. ‘I’m kind of glad it’s not Jessica who’s picking me up. She can be more chill at times, but she’s always flaunted her maturity and the less of me she sees while I’m diapered, the better. Maria would be the best if I knew she’d actually pick me up, but after today I’m not sure that she wouldn’t decide I’m better off in a daycare… I may really hate veronica at times, but the one good thing about her is that I know she likes me and I’m sure she’ll pick me up.’ she thought as she wandered down the hall. Cammy intended to walk to the main playroom to check out the games, but before she could make it she was called to by a male little. “Wanna pway?” He asked, his pacifier apparently more important than proper speech. “I-i dunno, I’m kinda busy…” She said, but his heartbroken look combined with her guilt over being the only one here who’d get to leave at the end of the day and never come back caused her to accept. She accepted and he happily crawled over to a large bin of blocks, each about the size of her fists. She cringed as she sat down, having thankfully forgotten about the mess until now. She tried to ignore the squishy feeling, but every time she got more than a few blocks tall she would sit in just the wrong way and flinch, accidentally breaking her tower. They spent half an hour stacking blocks, and while the state of her diaper definitely subtracted from it, she did feel a sense of relaxation from just sitting back and playing with blocks. No work, no fear of being captured by a random amazon. Jut calm stacking. “Caws, Caws!” The boy said, and the two scooted to a large mat with roads and buildings on it. He handed her a couple of toy cars and had the two of them “drive” them around the city, sometimes getting into crashes for fun. Since she could play this one while on her knees, she barely even noticed her diaper. Cammy was amazed when the boy showed her how to use the blocks to make buildings on the mat, and then you could drive the cars into them or use them to make your pretend play more fun! “That’s really smart! I never realized cars could be so enjoyable.” She said Eventually the fun was broken up as a woman that Cammy had never seen marched towards them, the badge on her shirt declaring that she was another daycare employee. “I’m here to see who needs a change. It’ll only take a minute and then you can get back to your toys.” She said, peeling back the boy’s waistband and declaring him clean. ‘Oh god, I’m playing in the infant room and I’m the one who needs a change… she’s totally gonna think that I didn’t even try.’ Cammy thought, and soon after the woman said that she needed a change and picking her up. “It’s not often that new arrivals start out in the infant room, you must really want to be a baby~” She said. Her voice and Amanda’s were night and day, and this woman clearly had no problem making fun of littles. Cammy was set carefuly onto the table, but the diaper change did not start. “Why don’t you use your manners and ask politely for a change?” She said. Cammy wasn’t really sure what to say, as even veronica hadn’t made her beg for a change, at least not yet. “Could you please change me?” She said, looking at the wall. The woman responded with “Because?” while smirking at her, and she took a deep breath, preparing herself for however much teasing this woman had planned. “Because I have trouble keeping my underwear clean? A-and because I can’t do it myself?” She said, and when asked why that was she elaborated. “Because I’m t-too immature and helpless to figure out how to change a diaper.” She mumbled out, too embarrassed to feel annoyed at the moment. “There we go! Because you did a good job I’m going to actually listen to your file and only single diaper you.” She said, and Cammy instinctually mumbled a “t-thanks…”. Soon after she was back in a clean diaper and in the hallway, but rather than the other boy she found herself face to face with Julia! She looked just as serious as usual and was holding a large folder of papers. “Camilla, we need to talk. As per our agreement I would ensure you had as fair a chance as I could give at rising up in the company and staying mature, but clearly you’ve failed.” Cammy opened her mouth to defend herself, or at least to snitch on all the amazons who clearly didn’t listen to Julia about a fair chance, but nothing came out. Spending half her day in a messy diaper and being eager to play blocks with another Little made it hard to defend herself. “Our company reserves the right to determine that our employees are incapable of living an adult life, and as regretful as it is, I’ll have to invoke that policy and declare you to legally be a child. From what I’ve seen it would only be a matter of time, and at least this way is safer for you.” Julia pulled a cellphone from her pocket and handed it to Cammy. “We’ve received word that someone you know will be picking you up in half an hour, and unless I’m mistaken they’d probably adopt you once they found that you’re available? If there is another amazon or betweener that you’d rather belong to, and you can convince them in time, I’ll break the news to this ‘Veronica’ person for you, okay? It’s the least I can do.” She said, leaving Cammy alone with her thoughts. Cammy was dumbfounded. It was over? How was she expected to decide who she’d be the child of within the next 25 minutes? Trying to stay composed until then she took a deep breath and checked the phone… It was time to make a decision, and she only had three options. ----------------------------------- It's finally here: Chapter 8 rewrite Just under three months after chapter seven and exactly on the 23 MONTH anniversary of chapter 1 first being published. This is probably one of the biggest bulk-ups of the eight chapters, going from 2,500 words in the original to 5,100 in the rewrite. And now all that's left is the three epilogues, which are intended to be about 1500 words each and take place six months after chapter 8, branching off based on who she calls. I'm not sure how they'll turn out or if they'll be good, but I plan to (attempt) to write 1/2 of an epilogue per day, publishing all three at once on january 16th. Wish me luck and please give any feedback that you have for chapter eight!

Chapter 7 : Public wetting Kelia was awakened in the middle of the night by a pain in her bladder. Her body was telling her it needed to go to the bathroom. She knew very well that there was absolutely no way of getting to the bathroom, and being very tired, she wanted to get back to sleep as quickly as possible. So she decided to let herself go in her diaper. She didn't have much choice. The feeling of the diaper heating up and filling up still felt strange, but she had to face the fact that she was going to have to get used to it. Once she'd finished emptying her bladder, she closed her eyes to drift off to sleep, still sucking on her pacifier. Kelia found it hard to admit, but it was true that it was rather comforting to have a pacifier to suck on. She wouldn't do it in front of other people, though. --------------------------------------------------- When Kelia finally woke up the next morning, she was still feeling a bit groggy. It was hard to get a good night's sleep these days. Evidently, she was awakened by her mother, who came into the room to get her up. "Good morning, baby." She said in a gentle voice. Kelia sat up and left her pacifier on the bed as her mother lifted her out of the crib. She felt her mother examine her diaper with her hand as she carried her. It was still humiliating, but at least she figured she'd be entitled to a slightly more comfortable diaper. However, her mother carried her out of the room, down the stairs to the living room. "Aren't... Aren't you going to change me?" As she said this, Kelia blushed heavily. She was ashamed to ask her mother to change her diaper, but a cold diaper was unpleasant enough, and she'd like to get out of it quickly. "No sweetheart, your diaper can still hold until we leave." Leave? To go where? Kelia's heart began to beat quite hard. "What do you mean? Where are we going?" She asked, worried. "We're just going out to do some shopping, I need more stuff for you." Kelia was dreading this. Going out in public? Like this? It was beyond her means. "Maybe I could stay here..." "I'm not going to leave you home alone unsupervised, what kind of mother do you take me for?" Her mother replied as if her question sounded absurd. Kelia didn't fight any longer. She had come to understand over the last few days that if her mother wanted her to do something, she would do it whether she wanted to or not. Her mother headed for the kitchen to retrieve a baby bottle of milk from the microwave, then sat down on the sofa to give Kelia her bottle. Kelia didn't resist and sucked the bottle's teat. Sarah arrived in the living room just as Kelia was finishing her bottle. She was already fully dressed and ready to go out. "Hi Mom! Hi Kelia!" She said with her usual enthusiasm. The landline phone began to ring and Kelia was set down on the floor. "You've got 10 minutes to play before we leave." Her mother said as she hurried to answer the phone. Kelia dreaded going into a public place. How could she go public like this? Would people realize that she wasn't really a baby? How would they react? A whole host of questions, each more distressing than the last, raced through her mind, but she tried to distract herself. Her diaper was getting pretty uncomfortable at this point and she was really hoping to be changed soon. She never thought she'd look forward to a diaper change. Sarah sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV to watch cartoons. It wasn't exciting, but it passed the time. Besides, even if the situation made it rather embarrassing, Kelia still liked to watch a few childhood cartoons now and then. However, Kelia could vaguely hear her mother talking on the phone in the next room, and this distracted her. She strained her ear to try and hear what she was saying, but could only hear a few snatches of conversation. "Yes! Tomorrow afternoon and evening until I get home around 8 or 9! Absolutely..." That was all Kelia could hear. The idea of going out again the next day didn't really appeal to Kelia, and she had no idea where they could be going at such an hour, or who she was talking to. She thought maybe it was a delivery man or something, even if it was weird. Her mother finished her call soon after and came to pick her up. "Come on, let's get you changed and dressed." She told her as she lifted Kelia and walked back up to her room. She was placed on the changing table and the buttons of her onesie were removed and her mother took off her onesie. It was very strange for Kelia to find herself naked except for her diaper. And it was the first time she'd noticed that her chest was completely flat, a strange feeling she hadn't felt for several years. Her mother removed the tape from her diaper and lowered the front, before starting to clean Kelia's crotch. It was always an unpleasant situation, but wearing a wet diaper was just as unpleasant, so Kelia let her mother do the work. When she was finally in a clean diaper, her mother went to a drawer from which she pulled out a pair of jean shorts, baby-sized, and a very childish t-shirt, all pink, with a picture of Cinderella on it and sequins. Kelia was amazed at how hard her mother could work to keep her down. She looked like some kind of evil genius. Kelia let her mother dress her, and once she had done so, she was lifted off the changing table again and carried downstairs. Sarah was already putting on her shoes. When Kelia's mother arrived at the door, she set her down on the floor and opened the shoe cabinet, from which she took out her own shoes and a pair of baby sneakers that looked really ridiculous. Her mother put on her shoes, then grabbed one of the two baby shoes and stretched it from the inside. "Give me your foot, sweetheart." "I can do it myself..." "Don't be silly." Kelia wondered how she'd even thought to ask to do it herself. She should have realized by now that the answer was already pre-made. So she stretched out her foot and let her mother put her shoes on. Once everyone was ready to leave, Kelia was once again lifted by her mother, who opened the door and stepped outside, closely followed by Sarah. For Kelia, it was quite impressive to re-discover the street in front of her house, which she had seen hundreds and hundreds of times, from her new perspective. Everything so big, so different, it was almost as if it was another world to her. Kelia was carried to the back door of the car, and once it was open, she was placed in a car seat. She hardly noticed; it was obvious to her that she was entitled to a child seat. Her mother clipped the car seat shut and Kelia was locked inside. She realized that once the car seat was fastened, it would be very difficult for her to get out on her own, given the location of the opening button and how restricted her movements were. Sarah was placed in her car seat too, and their mother took the wheel and drove off. It was a quiet drive, with Kelia keeping herself busy by looking out of the window at the landscapes she no longer recognized. To tell the truth, she was mainly trying to distract her mind, as the idea of going out in public frightened her. Besides, her shorts weren't really very effective at covering her diaper. You could see the plastic protruding from the top of her shorts and you could easily make out the shape of the diaper underneath, which embarrassed Kelia even more. When they finally arrived at the supermarket, Sarah was able to get out of the car, but Kelia was not taken out immediately by her mother. She wondered why, and heard the trunk of the car open. When the door on her side was opened, she understood why. Her mother had bought a stroller and taken it out of the trunk. "Mom, this really isn't necessary... I can walk!" Kelia pleaded, as her mother untied her and lifted her out of the car seat. "Trust me, you don't want to throw a tantrum here." She replied in a rather cold tone. The message was very clear to Kelia: her mother wouldn't hesitate to humiliate her in public if she had to. And that was the one thing Kelia wanted to avoid, whatever the cost. So she decided to take it in her stride and let her mother install her in the stroller and clip on the fastener. As with the car seat, her movements were rather limited. And the tether that passed between her legs and pressed her diaper against her was quite uncomfortable. The 3 of them entered the store and, although Kelia's mother went to buy a few groceries, she quickly headed for the baby section. She bought a bit of everything: milk, diaper packs, baby lotions. Kelia remained completely silent. She wanted to draw as little attention to herself as possible. A lot of people walked by and no one seemed to pay any particular attention to her, but at the moment she felt a little paranoid that everyone knew exactly who she really was. While her mother was still busy checking the shelves for items of all kinds, Kelia's situation suddenly deteriorated. Her bladder was signalling that it was time to go. For Kelia, wetting her diaper in the privacy of her own home was one thing - although it was humiliating enough, but wetting in public was totally different. What if people noticed? What if her diaper leaked? She didn't really know how absorbent those were, and what if her mother decided to change her in the supermarket toilet? She didn't know if she'd do it, but after everything her mother had done so far, she was sure she could. Unfortunately for Kelia, with her bladder's resistance greatly reduced since her regression, holding back was becoming painful rather quickly, and her mother didn't seem to be finished with the shopping. Kelia tried to think of something else to distract her mind, but as she closed her eyes to concentrate, she felt a stream of urine gush from inside her diaper. She tried to stop the flow, but it was already too late, there was nothing she could do. She could feel her diaper swelling and heating up as she soaked. Kelia let out a few tears. When her mother finally returned and realized the state she was in, she crouched down to the stroller. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked. Kelia didn't dare answer, just looked away. She prayed her mother would move on, as she didn't want to attract attention. Suddenly, she felt her mother's hand press the front of her diaper through her shorts. "Oh, I know someone who needs a new clean diaper." Kelia had never blushed so much. She was sure her mother had said that loud enough on purpose for those around to hear. "Don't worry, we won't be long." Her mother told her before putting a pacifier in her mouth. It was a different one from the one she'd left in her crib this morning. Kelia didn't know how many pacifiers she had in stock, but apparently she had a supply. It was very difficult for Kelia not to think of the situation she was in: in her stroller, in tears, with her pacifier in her mouth and her diaper soaked. Her mother continued to select a few items before placing them in a bag under the stroller. They quickly exited the store after checking out, but it seemed like hours to Kelia. Even though she knew no one was paying any attention to her, she felt as if all eyes were on her. They returned to the car, Kelia and Sarah were placed in their car seats, and they headed home. On the way, Kelia felt discomfort in her intestines. She wasn't happy about it, but she relented and pushed into her diaper. Anyway, it's not as if she'll be able to go to the bathroom when she gets home. And at least she'd be able to keep a clean diaper at least until after lunch. Sitting made a full diaper even more unpleasant, and she hoped they'd be home soon to get changed. Once back home, Kelia's mother went out first to collect the groceries, then came to let Sarah down and pick up Kelia. Kelia felt her mother's hand press the back of her diaper. She knew it was only to humiliate her, as the smell left no doubt as to the contents of Kelia's diaper. "Someone left Mommy a present in her diaper!" Kelia blushed hard. Did her mother really have to comment on everything she was OBLIGATED to do? Once she was on the changing table, Kelia was almost happy. Not that a diaper change was pleasant, but getting out of her dirty diaper was still a relief. The rest of the day passed as usual. Kelia was fed, changed a few times, and stayed with Sarah in her room most of the time. Kelia took it into her head to be more compliant, hoping that her mother would eventually shorten her punishment. So she tried not to draw attention to herself and to be "good". Once evening came, Kelia slept surprisingly better than usual. In the space of a few days, she'd had time to accept her situation and integrate the fact that this would be her daily routine for some time to come. It didn't take her long to fall asleep. Before she did, she emptied her bladder and wet her diaper. She didn't want to wake up in the middle of the night like the day before. Little did Kelia know that tomorrow would once again put her to the test. --------------------------------- Hey ! Sorry for this chapter being a bit late, i hope you still enjoyed it. As always, let me know what's your thoughts about it !

Chapter 6 : Last bribes of pride Kelia's awakening was not pleasant. It took her a few seconds to come back to reality. after opening her eyes. She wasn't quite used to not waking up in bed, wearing perfectly normal underwear, ready to enjoy a new day as an 18-year-old. And as if that weren't unpleasant enough, the sensation of her cold diaper reminded her of what she had done. But the room was still silent and no one came to get her. She had no idea what time it was or how long she'd been asleep. She hesitated for a moment to call her mother to come and get her, but the last thing she wanted was to sound like a little child calling for her mommy. And above all, she dreaded the inevitable moment when her mother would realize that she had wet her diaper. So she lay down on the mattress and waited, staring at the ceiling. She found that a cold diaper was even more uncomfortable than a freshly filled one. She wasn't sure how long she'd been waiting. At this point, she had more or less lost track of time. All she knew was that it was Saturday. Probably mid-afternoon, since she'd been put to bed after lunch. But after a while, the bedroom door finally opened, and her mother entered the room. "Look who's awake already!" She said, with overplayed excitement in her voice. Kelia straightened up and waited for her mother to get her out of the crib. But as her mother leaned over to grab her, Kelia felt her hand examine the front and back of her diaper. Kelia's face turned red as she realized she was having her diaper checked. "Oh, you're wet, sweetie. Let's go change that nasty diaper." Said her mother as she lifted her from the crib and took her in her arms. For a moment, Kelia thought she was going to die of shame. But what could she do? It wasn't as if her mother had let her go to the bathroom; she couldn't hold back indefinitely. She saw her mother heading for the changing table, but it was too much for her. "Mom, please stop, I've learned my lesson! Please stop all this!" "Shhh, don't make a fuss, everything's fine." "No! It's not all right! I'm 18 and I shouldn't be sent to nap or diaper changed by my mother! It's enough!" Kelia's shame was turning to anger. None of this made any sense. She shouldn't be in this situation. When Kelia had finished speaking, her mother stopped. "I don't think you remember how your father and I used to correct you when you misbehaved as a child. I'll remind you." Kelia was ready to assert herself, but when her mother went and sat down on a cushion in the corner of the room and laid her on her lap, she knew at once that she had made a big mistake. Without any warning, her mother inflicted a series of painful spankings. The pain felt unbearable. Unable to contain herself, she began to sob. After a minute or two that seemed interminable, her mother stopped the spanking and straightened Kelia on her lap. "Now, are you going to be a good girl?" Kelia didn't dare say a word, her cheeks covered in tears. "Are you going to be a good girl?" Her mother repeated, insisting on an answer from Kelia. Kelia merely nodded. Her bottom was sore after that, and she no longer had the strength to resist. "Come on, I'll put you in a clean diaper." Said her mother, softening her tone and heading back to the changing table, Kelia still in her arms. When she was placed on the changing table, she was still crying. Humiliation and pain combined to make the moment extremely unpleasant. She saw her mother bend down to grab something from under the changing table, and before she could react, a pacifier was shoved into her mouth. Kelia didn't react; she didn't want to prolong the moment any further. Her mother began to unclip the buttons of Kelia's onesie, the front of which was pulled over her belly, and then undid the tapes of the diaper, and lowered the front of the diaper, exposing Kelia's crotch. It was a very unsettling moment for Kelia. It had been at least a decade since she'd found herself in such a vulnerable position in front of her mother. She felt the baby wipes starting to clean her. Kelia remained motionless throughout the process. She had the feeling that moving a single muscle would make the situation even worse. The wetness and coldness of the wipes was very unpleasant, but she tried to ignore it. After a few minutes that seemed to last an eternity, her mother finished cleaning her and took out a new diaper. Even though Kelia already knew it, she was still disappointed. As her mother lifted the top of the diaper and adjusted it, Kelia realized that she had unconsciously started sucking on her pacifier. She stopped immediately. "All clean!" Her mother exclaimed, in an enthusiastic tone, while redoing the buttons on her onesie. "You can go and play now." Kelia was rested on the floor and her mother adressed her a little smile before leaving the room, leaving the door open. At least her diaper was a bit more comfortable now. Kelia wiped away her tears and took the pacifier out of her mouth, which she simply let fall to the floor. She was somewhat disoriented, having been through so much in just a few minutes. She decided to head for her sister's room. She wasn't comfortable anywhere, but this was where she felt safest, at least. As she left her room and headed for Sarah's, she suddenly felt the same dizziness as earlier in the day. It wasn't as strong as before, but it was enough to worry Kelia. What was going on? She didn't understand. After about ten seconds, the dizziness went away. Kelia decided to ignore it. Whatever happened, there was nothing she could do about it. Kelia lightly pushed open the door to Sarah's room and stepped inside. Sarah, seeing Kelia enter, looked very happy. "Hi! You wanna play now?" Kelia really didn't feel like indulging in childish games with Sarah. But it wasn't as if she had many other options for entertaining herself. "Well.... I don't know, what would you like to play?" Sarah's face lights up. "I've got lots of toys, look!" As she said this, she turned to open her toy chest. Indeed, it was rather well-stocked. Kelia was almost jealous, she'd never had so many toys when she was little. She glanced at Sarah's toy chest. Of course, nothing really appealed to her. These kinds of toys weren't really meant to entertain 18-year-olds. "Um, well, pick what you want." Sarah began to take out several dolls and play with them. Kelia was content to sit and watch her. It was much better for her this way. Besides, it was kind of cute watching her little sister have fun. Well, older sister. But little sister. The time obviously seemed a little long for Kelia, although her sister seemed to be enjoying herself and not seeing the time go by. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door and their mother opened it. "Time for dinner, girls!" Sarah and Kelia got up without wasting any time. Kelia wasn't in a hurry, on the contrary, she understood that from now on meals would be very unpleasant moments, but she doubted she'd be able to tell her mother she wasn't hungry. When Kelia reached the stairs, she froze. That dizzy feeling kept coming back, and this time it was very strong. She began to stagger and almost fell forward, but fortunately Sarah caught her. "Oh, don't worry I'll help you!" Sarah lifted Kelia under her arms and held her firmly as she descended the stairs. Kelia was very embarrassed, but she said nothing. She was forced to admit that, to her dismay, she probably wouldn't have made it down on her own. Kelia didn't know what was wrong with her. Then she remembered what the doctor had said about "cognitive abilities". She sincerely hoped she was wrong and that it was only temporary, but she feared the worst, especially as it didn't seem to be getting any better. Arriving in the dining room, Sarah put Kelia down and their mother walked over to her. "Oh, yes I should have helped you downstairs, excuse me sweetheart." Her mother said, lifting her into her high chair. The worst thing for Kelia had to be how her mother acted and interacted with her like a real baby. However, she had learned her lesson earlier and certainly had no intention of trying to rebel again. Anyway, it's not as if she could do anything with her size. A wonderful aroma filled the room as her mother brought two plates of spaghetti for Sarah and herself. Kelia wasn't kidding herself, she knew she wouldn't be able to touch it, and she began to suspect that her mother was deliberately preparing only appetizing dishes to frustrate her as much as possible. She wasn't surprised when her mother brought out a new baby pot for her. The meal went more or less as it had at lunchtime. Kelia was more obedient, she knew there was nothing else she could do, and she didn't want to risk tempting her mother to correct her again. So she did as she was told. When she finished her pot, Sarah and her mother were eating at the table, and she felt a sudden pressure in her bowels. "No no no... anything but that..." she murmured to herself. The pressure quickly became painful. She was now sure that her ability to restrain her needs had been impaired by her regression. The worst part was that she couldn't do anything, locked in her high chair, she could barely move. There she was, about to fill her diaper, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. Knowing full well that she was only postponing the inevitable, Kelia decided to give up and started pushing. She felt the mess spreading around her diaper. The fact that she was sitting down only made the situation worse; she could feel absolutely everything that was going on in her diaper. When she finished, Kelia couldn't help crying. It was so humiliating. She didn't want to attract her mother's attention, but she couldn't hold back her emotion. Her mother didn't fail to notice that something was wrong when she heard and saw Kelia crying, and it was as if she already knew what had just happened. "Oh, it's all right, sweetheart, it's all right." She said, getting up and walking over to Kelia. She took her out of her high chair and carried her as one would carry a baby. As if it wasn't enough, Kelia felt her mother probe the back of her diaper with her hand. Kelia was carried to her room and then laid on the changing table. "It's all right, I'll get you out of that dirty diapie." Her mother said, in a tone of voice intended to be "reassuring". Of course, she didn't fail to shove the pacifier lying on the floor into Kelia's mouth. It was obvious by this point that if she could make the situation even more humiliating for Kelia, she wouldn't hesitate. The process of that afternoon was repeated, the tapes on Kelia's diaper were removed and the front was lowered, exposing her once again. It was even more unpleasant when her mother lifted her feet in the air to wipe her bottom. Kelia didn't say a word, she just wanted to disappear. She wanted this moment to pass as quickly as possible. When her mother finished cleaning her up, she tossed the diaper into a basket, and taped a fresh new diaper over Kelia. "You must be tired after such a hard day, I think it's bedtime for you." Her mother said as she lifted her up again and headed for the crib. Kelia remained silent, still sobbing around her pacifier in her mother's arms. She was placed in her crib, and her mother caressed her cheek before leaving the room. "Sweet dreams, my angel." What little self-esteem Kelia had left had just been swept away. She truly felt like a helpless little child. Despite the fact that Kelia felt horrible, she found sleep quickly enough. Going through so many emotions was quite exhausting. Eventually, she closed her eyes, lulled by the sound of regular sucking on her pacifier. --------------------------------------- Hi ! So, here's today's chapter, hope you liked it

Chapter 4 : The little sister Kelia spent a terrible night. Firstly, she was grounded - which didn't make much difference in the end, and secondly, she was immediately deprived of her phone. Kelia was used to this kind of punishment, so it didn't bother her in the least; what bothered her most was not being able to listen to music on her phone. However, her mother told her something else that worried her even more. Apparently, she wouldn't limit herself to these two punishments and said she'd take the night off to think about it. And that meant her mother intended to make her mark. Kelia was worried, of course, but deep down she thought it was hard to see how her mother could do any worse than the punishment she was about to endure for a year. Kelia awoke at around 9 a.m. to the sound of her bedroom door opening. Her mother appeared in the doorframe. "We'll have to talk." Her mother's tone was serious, and Kelia's anxiety went up a notch. Kelia straightened up and sat down on her bed, but her mother remained in front of her, arms crossed. "You see that punishment I told you about? Your regression that was supposed to start this afternoon and last a year." Kelia nodded tiredly and rather questioningly, wondering why her mother was bringing the subject up again, when she'd made it clear she was determined. "Well, actually I had no intention of applying it. I just wanted to scare you. Besides, I had to call the doctor this morning to cancel our appointment for this afternoon." Kelia smiled suddenly. "Really?! Mom, thank..." Kelia couldn't finish her sentence when her mother interrupted. "Nevertheless, what you did yesterday got me thinking. I realized I wasn't hard enough on you. Don't worry, I don't blame you, it's my fault, I should have tightened the screw sooner." resumed her mother, with a cynical tone. Kelia's face decomposed as her mother continued. She didn't want to hear the rest. She was afraid of what she was going to say next. She knew what she was going to say next. "Therefore I've decided not to cancel this afternoon's appointment." Without saying another word, her mother left her room, taking the time to close the door behind her. Kelia was destroyed. The worst part wasn't that her punishment would stand, the worst part was that if she'd decided to remain reasonable last night, there would have been no punishment. And on top of that, her mother had given her a few moments of hope before dashing them. Kelia sat on her bed for a good ten minutes. Time to digest what she had just heard. Kelia sighed. "I guess I'll be the little sister..." she murmured to herself. Kelia didn't come down from her room for breakfast or lunch. She told her mother she wasn't hungry. She knew her mother wouldn't let her nibble later, that was how she functioned when Kelia didn't want to come and eat, but she didn't care. She needed peace and solitude to enjoy her last hours of "adult" life before a long time. She spent all her time drawing, or even doing nothing, just staring at the ceiling on her bed. She alternated between the two. However, she couldn't take her eyes off her alarm clock, which displayed the time. It was torture for her. Time seemed to pass terribly slowly. It was as if the universe wanted to make her think as much as possible before her mother's irrevocable sentence, 4 p.m., the time of the appointment. Kelia decided to take a nap to switch off her brain and stop thinking about everything until the appointment. Surprisingly, she fell asleep quite quickly. --------------------------------------------- She awoke almost with a start when her mother opened the bedroom door. "Wake up, it's time to go." She said in a very neutral tone. Kelia was in automatic mode. She got up, went downstairs, put on her shoes, and waited for her mother to leave. She arrived a few moments later, ready to go. She opened the door, and the two headed for the car. At least, Kelia thought, Sarah wasn't there this time. But she didn't dare imagine how embarrassed she will be when she'll to face her mother and sister with her "new body". The car set off. Kelia felt very empty. She was very detached from the situation, as if, in the end, it was all a dream and didn't matter, that she was going to wake up any minute. "Once they've finished their work, the doctors will keep you overnight for observation and we'll come and collect you the next morning with Sarah. Apparently you'll be asleep through the whole process and into the next day." Her mother told her, matter-of-factly. "So I'll be anesthetized?" Kelia asked. It was a new detail that wasn't reassuring; she'd never been under general anaesthetic and, even though she knew it wasn't what she should be most worried about, it didn't help her relax. "Yes, the doctor told me on the phone that the process can be relatively painful for an awake person, so he prefers to anesthetize." Her mother replied. Kelia assimilated the information, then contented herself with remaining silent for the rest of the journey. There wasn't much to say. At this point, she knew that trying to convince her mother would be a waste of energy. When they arrived at the hospital, they didn't have long to wait, as the doctor came to collect them almost immediately. Obviously, Kelia wasn't too happy about this. The doctor led them to a seemingly ordinary hospital room. But it was quite large, and there were some imposing machines that Kelia didn't know what they were for. The doctor gave Kelia a hospital gown, and she was allowed some privacy to change. "So, Kelia..." began the doctor. "I don't know if your mother told you, but you'll have to be under general anesthetic for the whole process, and you shouldn't wake up until the next morning." Kelia simply nodded. She was resigned. "A nurse will be in to look after you shortly and prepare you for the anaesthetic." The doctor left the room and Kelia and her mother were left alone inside. Their eyes met a few times, but they didn't exchange a word. After 5, or maybe 10 minutes, a nurse entered the room and greeted Kelia and her mother. She was very gentle and kind with Kelia. She placed a whole range of equipment on her body, including a drip. After that, she grabbed some kind of oxygen mask and brought it up to Kelia's face. "I'm going to ask you to breathe deeply and calmly, is that okay?" the nurse asked. Kelia nodded. She couldn't really say it wasn't okay at all. She couldn't really say that she just wanted to rip off her drip, her hospital gown and go home. Kelia was pretty anxious, she didn't know what to expect from the anaesthetic. The nurse placed the mask over her face, and as Kelia took a deep breath, her eyelids grew heavy, her vision blurred, and she fell into a deep sleep. ----------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed this chapter The next one MAY eventually be out today, but if it's not today it will be tomorrow for sure

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First of all, all the best for 2024 and thanks for reading that story. without further ado, time for chapter 3. Chapter 3: Whispers in the Machina The Machina Facultas called to me, its existence a symbol of engineering excellence—a sanctuary of innovation where minds like mine aspired to shape the future. Approaching it, I experienced the awakening of a long-cherished dream, a vision of contributing to this towering world. With each step I took toward it, I felt the stirrings of a dream that had long been nurtured within the confines of my imagination, one where I could leave my mark upon this grand world that towered over me. The structure loomed ahead, a monolith of glass and steel reaching skyward as if to grasp the very essence of innovation from the heavens themselves. My fingers grazed the sleek surface of the entrance door, and as it whooshed open, a wave of awe washed over me. Inside, wonders awaited at every turn. Engines that defied gravity floated in suspended animation, and machines that could weave fabric from light itself blinked rhythmically in a hypnotic dance. Here, there were no demerits, no looming threat of adoption—only pure potential. My eyes settled on an exhibit featuring a magdrive from one of the legendary skyboats. The magdrive’s intricate design was both elegant and formidable; its sleek lines spoke of power contained with precision. My mind raced with possibilities as I imagined crafting something worthy to stand among these marvels. "Wouldn't it be something?" I whispered to myself, my voice nearly lost amid the hums and whirs that filled the hall. My fingers twitched with an urge to dismantle and rebuild—to understand each cog and circuit that allowed these masterpieces to redefine reality. My Magnus opus... what form would it take? A machine that could bridge dimensions? Or perhaps one that could elevate Littles beyond their assigned fate? I envisioned myself unveiling a creation so groundbreaking that even Bigs would look upon it—and me—with respect rather than condescension. The dream took hold with such ferocity that for a moment, I forgot my surroundings; I was an engineer first and foremost, not just a Little in a world ruled by giants. Around me, visitors moved like shadows as they admired the exhibits. Their faces reflected the same wonder that sparked within me—a shared reverence for human ingenuity. My heart swelled with determination. One day, they would come here to see what Bixente Echavoyen had wrought—a marvel not just for Amazonia but for all dimensions. The Machina Facultas would house my legacy. And as I exited those hallowed halls with sketches and ideas burning bright in my mind, I clung to that vision with unwavering resolve. * * * I paced through the campus, my mind still whirring from the technological marvels I'd witnessed at the Machina Facultas. Each invention seemed to whisper a promise of endless possibilities, stirring a sense of pride within me. For a fleeting moment, I felt like I belonged to this grand, alien world. As I meandered toward the park, lost in dreams of crafting my own mechanical masterpiece, a sudden clenching in my gut yanked me back to a less inspiring reality. My face flushed with heat as the familiar dread of urgency gnawed at my insides. "Fuck! Not now," I muttered under my breath, each step more frantic than the last. Memories of embarrassing moments from my past clawed their way into my thoughts, taunting me. I had thought those days were behind me, but here I was, in a foreign land that already insisted on treating me like a child, and my body seemed determined to betray me at the worst possible time. I scanned the surroundings for any sign of a restroom. The landscape was picturesque, with lush greenery and benches inviting contemplation, but none of that mattered now. My stride turned into a half-run, half-waddle as I clutched at my abdomen, willing myself to hold on just a little longer. The serene beauty of the campus lake came into view—its tranquil waters mocking my desperation. Couples lounged on its banks, and students laughed nearby. My heart raced; the threat of humiliation hovered over me like a dark cloud. "I need to find a bathroom," I whispered fiercely to myself. With every step, the panic swelled, turning each breath ragged and sharp. The fear of what might happen if I didn't make it gnawed at my resolve, but I pushed forward. I bolted, my legs pumping as I made a beeline for the restroom earmarked for Littles. Every second counted, every footfall heavy with dread. I reached the door, my hands already fumbling for the handle before I even arrived. I shoved hard, but it was like slamming into a wall—the door wouldn't give. Locked. A strangled "Why?!" escaped my lips, barely louder than a breath. My body was on fire with betrayal, a twisted cramp tightening its grip as if to mock me. My eyes stung, whether from sweat or something else, I couldn't tell. I scanned the area, frantic for any other sign of sanctuary. The place teemed with people—Bigs and Mids alike—each step they took seemed leisurely and purposeful. None of them had the slightest clue about the tempest brewing inside me. I wiped my forehead, smearing away the beads of sweat that had gathered there like uninvited guests. My mind raced as fast as my heart, which thudded against my ribcage like it wanted out. There had to be another bathroom nearby—one that wasn't under some absurd lock and key regime. Panic clawed at my throat, and I felt small and vulnerable—a feeling I despised with every fiber of my being. I thought of Eric and how he'd snicker if he could see me now; it spurred me on. I couldn't let this world see me as anything less than capable. Not now. I turned on my heel, setting off again, each step laced with desperation. "Keep it together," I muttered to myself. "Just gotta find another place." My voice was a whisper lost in the cacophony of university life unfolding around me, blissfully unaware of my plight. I could feel it—the inevitable. My gut gave up, and I felt the unmistakable sensation of my poop running, invading my underwear before dripping on the ground. The humiliation was overwhelming, and I wanted to sink into the earth and disappear. My face burned with shame as I clutched at my abdomen, trying to stem the flow. But it was too late; the damage had been done. Panic set in as I realized that everyone around me would surely notice what was happening. The laughter of students nearby seemed to mock me, and I felt small and exposed in this alien world where I was already treated like a child. I tried to walk faster, hoping that if I could just get away from everyone, maybe they wouldn't see what was happening. But it was no use; the smell was already starting to waft through the air, a pungent reminder of my predicament. My heart raced as I scanned the area for any sign of sanctuary—a secluded corner or an empty building where I could hide until this nightmare passed. But there was nothing—just people everywhere, going about their business as if nothing were wrong. * * * I felt a sudden tug on my sleeve, and I turned to see two towering girls smirking at me. Their laughter was cruel, and I could feel the eyes of everyone around us on me. "Look who needs a diaper !" one of them sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I blushed furiously, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I should have gone to the bathroom when I had the chance, but now it was too late. The smell was unmistakable, and it seemed to be drawing even more attention to me. "You're such a little baby," the other girl said, her voice mocking. "Maybe you should just put on a diaper and be done with it mr Poopypants." They both laughed again, and I felt my face burn even hotter. I tried to back away, but they grabbed my arms tightly, holding me in place. "Unless you want the dean to hear about this," one of them said menacingly, "you'd better do as we say." The threat was clear - if I didn't comply, they would report me for soiling myself and getting spanked by the dean. And worse yet, they would demand that I be demoted and adopted by them as their personal little boy. The thought made me shudder with fear. My knees felt like they might buckle under the weight of their taunts. Just as I braced myself for another wave of humiliation, a voice sliced through the cacophony of jeers. "Leave him alone." He materialized from the throng of students like a sudden shadow, tall and lean, with eyes sharp enough to cut through steel. Aiden Ricoh, I'd later learn his name. His smile was a blade—sharp and deceptive. He stood there, exuding an air of authority that seemed to momentarily stagger the Bigs. The girls' laughter sputtered into silence, their smirks faltering. "And who are you? His knight in shining armor?" one of them mocked, her voice oozing disdain. Aiden's grin didn't waver. "No armor here. Just a guy who doesn't enjoy watching two people pick on someone half their size." They sized him up, eyes narrowing. I could see the gears turning in their heads as they decided whether he was worth the challenge. But something about Aiden's stance—confident, almost defiant—made them pause. "We don't need this," the other girl said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "But watch your back, little boy," she sneered at me. "You can't hide behind someone forever." Her words slithered into my ears, leaving a trail of cold dread down my spine. The threat was clear; my reprieve was temporary. As they sauntered away, Aiden turned to me with a look that wasn't quite a smile nor a frown—it was calculating. "You alright?" I nodded, trying to regain some semblance of composure despite feeling anything but alright. "Thanks," I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't mention it," he replied casually. "But be careful who you trust around here." His eyes scanned the area as if expecting trouble at every corner. I swallowed hard, trying to dispel the unease his words stirred within me. "I don't even know you," I pointed out, more to remind myself that he was a stranger than anything else. "You will," Aiden said cryptically.

Captain’s log: Entry 440 Name: Ellen Huxley Date: Indeterminate Mission Status: Accomplished As I write this most pivotal and anticipated entry, I can only think of pitying all the foolish souls who had doubted me over the years. History has a habit of giving its geniuses occasions to rise to, as well as obstacles to overcome. So, in my ocean of piety and wisdom, I extend my hand in forgiveness. Do not wallow in your foolishness. It only served to make my story better. My story began one crisp Autumn morning, a day before I was born. However, going back that far will take far too much time. The wonders of my upbringing will no doubt be covered in both the novelization and feature-film of my life story, both of which destined for critical acclaim in themselves. For brevity’s sake, I will summarize the important parts. I was born to a loving family of two humble enterprise-owners/entrepreneurs. I made top marks in all my classes, only threatening to fall short in supplementary subjects like gym or art. My success continued into college, where I missed making valedictorian by two points (one of many injustices I will not be able to elaborate on). I had been accepted into my country’s esteem space program, thanks solely to my natural wit and tenacity. Those quick to slander my good name might suggest that it was instead due to my father funding the program with literal bags of money. My father is simply a man who cares deeply about the development of space science. The fact that he was unable to name a single astronaut over the course of several interviews, you may cite, is completely irrelevant. It is simply another vicious slander tactic propagated by my life’s most persistent villains: jealous poor people. My time spent learning and training for the space program was unforgettable. Unforgettable, and rather boring. While I choose not to bore you with excess details (you are welcome) know that my supervisor always used me to set an example for others, which is always a good thing. I bet you are raring to hear the exciting accounts from my space voyage and interdimensional travels. Well, I was just getting to that part, so calm down already. My supervisors implored me to be careful during my first solo mission, but I knew what I was doing. They told me to not travel past a set range of lightyears, but I knew better. They continued to blather on about protocols and safety hazards and other boring babbles that didn’t concern me at the time. I was out looking for discovery, not safe test flights. That became much easier when I put my supervisors’ communications on mute, not letting the background noise drown out my train of thought. Admittedly, this next portion of the story is not one I am proud of. I know you’re simply dying to know how I came about the discovery of interdimensional travel. With a heavy heart, I must admit that the circumstances of that discovery are—for lack of better terms—foggy and random. Shortly after muting my supervisors, I found myself well beyond the measured range of distance that, upon a gut dropping reflection, they might have warned me about. To clarify, I was not lost in space. More accurately, I was temporarily directionally challenged in space. I felt the air in my lungs become tight. I didn’t even have the air to shriek in panic. Not in panic. In a controlled and dignified spree of emotions. I had everything under control. And, in my spree of controlled emotions, I must have hit an unfamiliar combination of important buttons. Before I knew it, I had activated the hyper drive—or perhaps the warp drive—I had activated some type of drive, and the ship was rocketing off deeper in the unknowns of space. Admittedly, not the best way to open space journey. I awoke in a daze, my head rattling like loose change in a bum’s coffee can. What was left of the computer’s display showed the atmosphere was breathable outside. I suited up and took one small step onto this strange new world. And that was when I met them. I had not even made it five feet outside of my ship before I made my first discovery. A pair of long, firm, gigantic legs. After that, I made my second discovery. The equally gigantic woman they belonged to. Before I knew it, I was surrounded by more women of equally tower-like stature. All eyes were on me—a trend not too different from my daily life. Even in the far reaches of space, my greatness was as plain as the hairs on my head. I suppose these are the consequences of being so special. I don’t believe these people have a name. At least, not one that translates easily. Not one I’m liable to give. So, using what I know now, I give them one myself. I will dub them the Amazons, as decided upon right now, as I write this. Not to be named after that forest that I read about that one time in middle school. No, it is a reference to those tall ladies that I read about that one time in a comic book in middle school. They look damningly similar to us. Only, as stated before, much taller. In fact, to the untrained eye, someone like me might even be confused as one of their children, as preposterous as that may sound. Unsurprisingly, they had strength to match their size. They lifted my rocket ship like a child’s toy off the sidewalk. After that, one of the massive maidens proceeded to lift me up like said child. When I felt the giant woman’s hand start to wander to places it dare not go, I responded with a few choice words. More than a few, actually. Tone must be a universal language, because she quickly pulled her hand back. I turned my head to see what the other giant space ladies were doing. The ones holding my ship seemed rather…unimpressed? Like my craft was as flavorless as yesterdays’ tomatoes. An idea crossed my mind, sometime after that, that I was not the first traveler from the stars to come their way. Perhaps my stellar entrance had some fierce competition from the past. To think, other lifeforms with space travel technology that put us to shame. It was rather disheartening to think about. Now, based on media you may have consumed before reading this, you may think that a species of ultra-intelligent, ultra-powerful, giant aliens are something to fear. But I assure you, as you read on, you’ll find that the Amazons are nothing to run from. Even if you tried…sorry, I am getting ahead of myself. Let me continue my case. At heart, the Amazons are a gracious and curious people. After our initial meeting, they immediately took me in and examined me for what felt like hours. On that note, hours are apparently not a standardized unit of time here. I am still unsure how the Amazons record time here. This planet seems to have a regular day and night cycle, albeit one the looks to run longer than our own. I have since developed a new method for tracking time, which I will delve into later. After a thorough examination, I was carried off to meet with the leader of these people. Now, while I am an expert on many subjects, architecture was not one of them, alien or otherwise. Still, I could tell this place was important. The building was like a fairy-tale castle that was made with modern sleek sensibility. I am not a fan of the term “futuristic”. How can you capture an aesthetic choice that does not exist yet? But everything about the Amazons screams science-fiction, leaving me at a loss for words. It is truly an indescribable place, and you will just have to see it for yourself. I met with the queen, and she was immediately enamored by me. She was quick to take me into her arms and shower me with affection. She smiled brightly, bombarded me with kisses, hugging me tightly against her very, very large bosom. I can confirm that love at first sight is very real. Even if it was being shared by an interdimensional alien queen and a prodigal space explorer. In hindsight, it should have raised a red flag when the queen treated me, a foreign invader, like one of her kin. If my government had an alien land on our proverbial doorstep, we would have squashed it like a fly on the wall. Yet the Amazons took me in instantly and insistently. Oh well. Analyzing afterthoughts does me no good now. I doubt the end result would be any different. From that day on, I never left the queen’s side. Not that she would have let me. The queen had an eye for quality. She always had me wrapped around her giant fingers, like a precious jewel. I had a front row seat to all the major happenings of Amazon society. True, I could not understand most of it. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that I was the queen’s special little space explorer. I was hand-fed the most extravagant meals by the castle staff. When the queen saw it fit, I was strolled around the castle grounds and even on the streets of the Amazon people. All eyes were on me, and I would not have had it any other way. The Amazons had made a room for me, instantaneously. On my first day, the queen and her men took me to an empty room. A blank canvas. They fashioned me with a flashy-looking helmet, which beeped and hummed as stereotypically as a sci-fi device could. I stood there, while the queen held a tablet, quickly tapping away at a screen whose contents were invisible from my angle. The queen squealed with excitement, while I was left sitting in quiet confusion. I still remember how excited she looked on that day. How her smile threatened to shine brighter than the room itself. And the room did shine. It glowed like the inside of a lightbulb, engulfing everything in a white flash. I was unable to tell if it bothered the Amazons as much as it did me. I had to keep my eyes shut to stop my corneas from being burned. I do know that the queen reacted before me, as I heard her let out an excited squeal. When I finally opened my eyes, I could not spare the same reaction. It was a gigantic nursery, plain and simple. A supersized slice of home décor, fashioned executively by Amazon sensibilities. There were walls generated of pastel blue and pink stripes that did not make this room look any slimming. There was a window that generated a view of the outside world, made only so I could have a familiar perspective of time. There was a crib, with bars that rose like pillars meant to hold up old important buildings. They were unscalable by design, to prevent any poorly plotted escape attempts. The crib’s mattress was soft and wide, big enough to comfortably accommodate four people my size, but I slept inside alright. There were toys upon toys. More toys than I knew what to do with or would ever ask for. As many as there were, I all lacked in the fine details. Bunny rabbits with too many eyes. Duckies with misaligned wings. It would have been more noticeable had I not been swarmed with options. Too many, I was spoiled for options, but I was entertained alright. There were books. Giant books in the language I still do not understand, that would have to be read to me during the day and before naps. My understanding of their language was still infantile at best, but I was learning alright. There were diapers. So very many diapers. Diapers that puffed and piled out of their drawers, demanding to be worn. Diapers with coats of countless colors, always perfectly matching my current outfit, despite never staying on for long. Diapers with tapes the strength of industrial glue, that the Amazons could peel away with ease. They were thick and poofy and waddle-inducing, but they fit me alright. The queen’s design was made to give her newest guest an unforgettable stay. And everything fit her alright. Better than alright. Everything fit me perfectly. That was just how she wanted it. Now, at first, I did not appreciate this design. The reasons why currently escape me. The picture of my timeline from denial to acceptance is drawn with washed and faded markers. I know that I disobeyed the queen. I think that I yelled and screamed. I think I tried to escape, which sounds foolhardy as I write it down. I know that I was carried into another room, which was colder and menacing and obscure, I think. I know there was a machine there, I think was like a tanning bed. A scary, foreboding tanning bed. I know that I was placed inside. After that, my thoughts truly became jumbled. When I came to, I was feeling much more appropriate. Much more appreciative. My thoughts were much less foggy afterwards. It was decided that I was ready to give my new room a second try. I knew the result, and the burst of excitement I felt when looking upon my room the second time. This time, I said to myself “Hey, self, this place isn’t that bad. In fact, this place is wonderful!” The queen must have seen the sparkle in my eyes, because she shared the same one. I may not have been a communications expert, but we were both on the same page. Who knew I was this great with foreign relations? The queen took great care as she laid me back for my first diaper change. My bare bottom was laid on an open diaper, that had to be a few inches thick. Softer than a cloud, the padding was a tricolor mishmash that demanded attention. Just like its wearer. The powder she poured filled the air and dulled my senses further. It smelled of the sweetest flowers and worked wonders at masking any bad smells that came near that region. She pulled together all three tapes on each side, nice and snuggly. It’s funny. Perhaps the problem was (this may be hard to believe) me. Perhaps I had thoughts about staying out of diapers? As nonsensical as those sounds. I understood then what had transpired in that room. My queen had bottled away, or severed, or blocked all the rejection I had. And, in her ocean of piety and wisdom, left my mind with all the other thoughts that made me so special. Even alien machines fail to snuff out my award-winning personality. And, to make sure I stayed this way, the queen and her men added another special present to my room afterwards. In the corner of my room sat a box. At certain times during the day(?) the box would turn on automatically. Every day, that box flashed swarms of bright color. Colors that don’t exist in normal circumstances. Colors that are transcended beyond green and blue and red primary hue. The best colors in the world. The room would fill with sounds that match the colors in evolution and captivation. I lie on my tummy and watch this display of a lifetime, every day. I had lost countless periods of time watching that box. When I awoke, signal by the box turning off or the interjection of a staff member, I was always found in dire need of a change. Oh, right! The changes! Here, the passage of time is as persistent as it is undecipherable. My lessons on the subjects have been deemed the by queen to be supplementary. Still, having an idea for the length of my stay would be helpful. Clever girl I am, I have been tracking my time spent here, not in meals or steps, but in diaper changes. It was the obvious choice, seeing as how they happen so consistently and frequently. The increased frequency of diaper changes in recent times, however, may end up distorting my perception of my time here. Additionally, there are times, commonly after a nap, where I cannot confidently confirm if a diaper change has occurred or not. Currently, I have been on this planet for three hundred and forty diaper changes. That number will soon increase to three hundred and forty-one. My diaper has taken quite a soak since I first began writing this entry, and a servant may come and check on me. Despite my advanced wit, I am not always able to tell when I have wet myself, or if I am ready for a change. The ones larger than me are much more adapt at telling when I need one. At the current moment, however, I am confident that my padding is sufficiently soggy enough to warrant one. Now, I know that I thoroughly made my case for why living with the Amazons is a wonderful experience. Given that, I perfectly understand if all who read this would want to share it with me. Well, you are more than welcome to accept my humble invitation. I insist. Playtime was starting to get boring anyway. The trip really isn’t all that complicated. The Amazons are much more learned than us when it comes to space travel. After I arrived, it did not take them long to find the exact location of my old home, lightyears away. Lightyears were like inches to them. I told the queen, best as I could, about a few familiar faces I thought should be aboard the first flight. Ones who are no doubt reading this. Ones who I will not list, so as not to spoil the surprise. Sure enough, she was able to pull them up on a display in real time. Lightyears away, but the picture was crystal clear. I don’t know how the Amazons will come. It still feels too early for a mass invasion. Though, they are no doubt equipped for one. In a war of the worlds, Amazons come out on top, in every simulation. I imagine one-on-one abductions would be the likely answer. Perhaps in the dead of night. Maybe even in broad daylight, if someone here is feeling impatient. Imagine minding your own business when poof! You find yourself in the arms of a loving Amazon who knows what they want and will never let it go. Speaking from experience. I believe it will become a reality sooner than you can predict. Prepare yourself for culture shock. Amazon adoptions will send you for a whirlwind. Abductions or adoptions? It’s just a matter of perspective. That is the other reason I am writing this address. I am expecting a slew of new playmates. When you finally get here, you all better be on your best behavior. There are plenty of jealous Amazons here who want their own little Ellen Huxley to hug and coddle and pamper. When you eventually get here, don’t make me look bad. Do what your Amazon says. Let them dress you, feed you, change you. They all clearly know best. They would not have been able to find us so easily otherwise. When you inevitably get here, get comfortable. I have a hunch that the trip is one way. You might as well enjoy this new age of space travel. If not, well, Amazons have ways of pulling out combative urges, and pushing the sweet dispositions to the front. Again, speaking from experience. To end this entry, I will leave with a tutorial that will prove exceptionally useful during a lifetime in the Amazon’s world: messing your diaper. Now, don’t shy away from this. A full diaper will find its way to you before you know it. You might as well get some pointers from an expert while you still have the chance. The trick is to distract yourself. Don’t focus too hard on the mechanics, less you psych yourself out. When your body gives the signal, if your body gives the signal, hunker down and get ready. Stare off at a spot in the distance. Fancy wallpaper. An old toy. A patch of flowers. It does not matter exactly what. Your body only needs one push before everything falls into place. Remember to breathe, take a minute to recompose yourself if needed. And voila! A full diaper, ready for changing. Believe me, it gets easier, and will soon become a thoughtless action. Something to note: While the powder easily masked the scent of a full diaper, it does nothing for the weight or the feeling. Now, I must bid you adieu. It appears my instructions proved too effective, and my need for a change has become much more dire. Nothing to worry about. Dropping off important cargo is all in a day’s work for a prodigal space explorer. I will wail into my monitor, alerting the staff to pick up the pace. Just remember, when face-to-face with your new Amazon, use every trick I taught you for an easy adjustment period. And when you finally realize how much good a lifetime spent with an Amazon can do for you, tell me all about it during our latest playdate. Seeing you soon, Ellen Huxley

It's Anna's third day in the nursery and things are not getting easier. At least she has Jane who is ready to show just what a good friend she is. --- If you enjoy this story you can see the next part RIGHT NOW on my Patreon page! https://www.patreon.com/posts/sallas-part-82964406 My writing is my sole income so I appreciate each and every person who can help me pay the bills and fill the refrigerator. For $5 a month you can see everything I post one full week before the rest of the world. For $10 you can see the updates early AND you get access to 46 stories that are EXCLUSIVE for patrons. I post two updates of 2,000+ words a week. For more information on additional patron tiers and rewards (such as discounts on commissions or free stories) please check out my Patreon page: https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 Thank you everyone who supports me or who visits my page to check it out ❤️ --- It was the third day at the nursery and although Anna now had Jane with her she was still having a very difficult time. It was the early afternoon and all the women had just been woken up from their naps. Anna hadn’t been able to sleep though, she had started to experience a problem that hadn’t yet happened at the nursery. “I’m so stupid.” Anna moaned as she went over to Jane. “What’s wrong?” Jane asked with concern. “I forgot to go this morning.” Anna rested her head against the wall and then banged it with her fist, “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” “Go? Go where?” Jane asked. Anna winced as she cramped up. “Oh.” Jane realised Anna’s problem. “Yesterday I did it in the morning and got changed before coming here.” Anna said, “I was going to do it again this morning but I forgot, we were in a rush.” “Well… why don’t you just do it?” Jane asked, “It’s not THAT bad and someone will be over to change you sooner or later.” “I don’t want them to…” Anna winced, “Change me.” It was a pointless protest and expecting to get through the week without getting changed at all seemed very unlikely. As she looked out across the room she could see the other women. Rebecca and Macy were nearby on the floor whilst Charlie was over by the wall. She looked even surlier than usual. “Charlotte…” Ronnie said in a sing-song voice, “What’s that I smell?” “Back off.” Charlie replied. As Ronnie approached Charlie backed away until they couldn’t anymore. Anna hadn’t smelled anything herself but Ronnie could only be hinting at one thing, it was exactly what Anna was currently struggling with. “You need a change.” Ronnie growled, “Come on.” “Piss off!” Charlie shot back. As Charlie kept backing away they missed that Ed, the other helper, was circling around from the blind side. There was no chance to react as the mostly silent assistant sprang the trap and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s waist. Charlie screamed and kicked out their feet but once Ronnie reached joined in and grabbed their feet Charlie’s ability to fightback was greatly lowered, which isn’t to say they stopped trying. Anna found herself wondering why Charlie bothered to resist. They were all stuck there. They would be changed sooner or later and the alternative was staying in a messy diaper even longer. Now Charlie was being strapped down to the changing table and no doubt there would be a punishment afterwards. With a start Anna realised she and Charlie weren’t so different. She was needlessly suffering trying to delay the inevitable. It didn’t make it any easier to let go. “It looks like you aren’t the only one who needs to go.” Jane said. “Huh?” Anna turned away from Charlie to see Jane nodding her head towards the centre of the room. Rebecca, completely regressed and babbling to herself, had suddenly stopped playing. She pushed herself up from her hands and knees into a squatting position and almost immediately the rear of her diaper started to bulge out. Even from this distance Anna could just about hear her grunting. No sooner had she finished than she burst into loud tears. With Charlie strapped down one of the nursery assistants, Ed, walked over and took Rebecca’s hand. She was wordlessly led waddling to the changing tables. “Ugh… You’d never catch me doing that!” Macy’s voice made Anna jump. She was stood just a couple of feet away. She was shaking her head at Rebecca. “Um, Macy?” Jane said slowly. “What?” Macy replied. Anna knew what Jane was talking about. The young woman claiming she would never fill her pants like Rebecca was already in a clearly soiled diaper. Anna could immediately smell the difference when she came close and when she looked down she could see the clearly dark coloring showing the padding was well used. Anna watched as Macy looked down. She froze up and then reached around with a hand, as soon as she felt the spongy padding she pulled her hand away. Her bottom lip trembled. “I… I didn’t know…” Was all Macy could say. Before Anna could say anything or react at all Macy broke into loud childish cries. Anna backed away from the stinky woman whilst holding her own tummy. It wasn’t long before Mr. Kenny himself came over. “What’s the matter? Do you need a change?” Mr. Kenny asked Macy as he came over. Macy nodded her head as she sobbed. Anna noticed the person in charge of the nursery look her way as he took Macy’s hand and led her away. Just like that everyone except Anna and Jane were involved in messy diaper changes. It felt like they were in an actual nursery for toddlers with how quickly it had all happened. Anna was hit with another cramp and she bent over until it passed. “It’s really pointless trying to hold it.” Jane said with concern, “You know you’re going to be here for hours yet…” “I can try.” Anna said through gritted teeth. “Do you remember what happened when I first visited you?” Jane asked. It seemed a sudden change of subject, “When I was really worried and you made me feel better. You helped me out, you did something you didn’t want to do just to make me feel better. Do you remember?” Anna remembered that first visit. When Jane had messed her diaper and been so terribly upset and afraid. Anna had done the only thing she could think of to make her friend feel better she had taken a deep breath, squatted down and… “Oh no.” Anna shook her head, “No, no, no… You don’t have to…” “It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway.” Jane said as she pushed her feet further apart. Her cheeks were already going red, “If I can’t help you, I can at least keep you company.” Anna was still trying to stop Jane as the young woman bent her knees and closed her eyes. She could tell it was happening only from the way Jane moved her butt back a little more and let out her breath through her nose as she pushed. After around half a minute Jane stood up again although she looked rather embarrassed. “See? It’s not that bad.” Jane said with a pained smile. Anna felt embarrassed. Not because she knew what was coming but because she now felt like she was making a mountain out of a molehill. Thanks to her pride she was losing sight of the bigger picture. Here she was almost crying about having to poop her diaper, something she had been no stranger to until recent times, meanwhile Jane was going to be sent away and subjected to god knows what and yet was still trying to help her. Anna felt ashamed, her problem was miniscule next to her unfortunate friend. Anna wouldn’t have been able to keep the fight up much longer anyway. Almost as soon as Anna even thought about giving up her body took over. Before she could even spread her legs she could feel poop almost exploding into the diaper as if every second of holding it had built the pressure up. She swallowed hard as she felt the rush of soft fecal matter fill up the back of disposable and cause it to bulge out. She shuddered as it stopped only to feel her bladder release into the front. “It’s OK.” Jane said as she rubbed Anna’s back. Physically Anna felt fine if not a little grossed out by the warm slush that filled her pants. Emotionally she felt defeated. Her head slumped forwards, she had done the thing she had been determined to avoid at all costs. “We should go over to them.” Jane suggested, “We can get changed right away.” Anna would’ve preferred hiding somewhere and not coming out until Ryan came to pick her up but that was clearly not an option. Jane took her hand and led her across to the changing tables. It was strange how the tables had turned. Anna had always felt protective of Jane but now it was her friend that was looking after her. With a sigh of resigned acceptance Anna followed Jane towards the changing tables. She was forced to waddle from the load in her pants and couldn’t take her eyes off the floor. Once at the tables Anna forced herself to glance up just to see the diaper changes for two of the others being finished. She reached around to behind and winced as she felt what she had done. She would not be telling Ryan about this. “Another two?” Ronnie said with exasperation as he saw Jane and Anna standing nearby, “We need more help… Or a pay rise.” Anna was having to stop herself reacting. It was Charlie whose diaper change ended first and as soon as the restraints on the table were undone the pouting person sat up and scooted off the side. They looked like they were ready to fight anyone that got in their way. Anna took a step to the side, she had rarely been one to shirk confrontation but there was a time and a place. Charlie looked like she was just begging for someone to step up to them. “Don’t forget your spanking later.” Ronnie called after Charlie. To which Charlie stuck their middle-finger up at him over their shoulder, “Alright, that’s another ten!” Anna was still looking over towards Charlie when a hand suddenly clasped around her arm. She was yanked and as she stumbled off-balance she ended up falling down. With the grip on her arm maintained the rest of her went down until she was sat on the ground. On impact with the floor Anna felt the poop she had so recently pushed out get sandwiched between the floor and her body. She froze up and cringed as she felt the mud bubbling around her. She wasn’t given any time to dwell on the disgusting feelings though as she was lifted back to her feet and then put on to the table. “About time you were on this table.” Ronnie said, “It’s not good for little cuties like yourself to hold it all in.” Anna was repulsed by the way the nursery assistant talked to her as if she was a child. She had to resist retorting verbally or physically, she could see the restraints that had so recently held Charlie down, Ronnie would have no compunction in tying her down she was sure. “Ooh, what a stinky baby.” Ronnie said as he opened the disposable. Anna’s face was red and she was having to bite her tongue so hard she was almost drawing blood. Jane had been led away by Ed and was presumably being changed as well, Anna couldn’t see because they were behind her. She wished she could see Jane if for no other reason than to have something to distract herself. All Anna could do was look up at the ceiling and pray that this was over sooner rather than later. She tried to ignore the demeaning comments from the person changing her diaper but it was very difficult to do so. “We’ll have you clean and dry soon.” “What a good girl!” “Lift that bot-bot for me. That’s it.” Each comment that left Ronnie’s mouth stung Anna like a bee. She closed eyes that were shimmering with embarrassed tears. She didn’t think she’d be able to stop from exploding with emotion, whether that was anger or sadness she wasn’t sure. Just before she reached her limit she felt the used diaper being pulled out from beneath her. A minute later a new diaper was being tightly wrapped around Anna’s waist before being taped closed. When she was finally allowed off the table it wasn’t a moment too soon. She was just about to hurry away when she felt a couple of little pats to her rear end. “There you go.” Ronnie said in that sickeningly sweet voice, “Back to playing with your toys.” It was enough to send Anna over the edge. She spun around and was just about to vent her spleen at the nursery assistant when Jane hurried over. Before Anna could say anything that would’ve got her in trouble Jane was pulling on her arm. “Come on.” Jane said, “Let’s go play.” The red mist had descended but Jane’s words seemed to clear the anger. Anna took several deep breaths before turning back away from Ronnie. That emotion had to go somewhere though and as Jane led the way over to Anna’s favourite corner she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face.

@Mr. Ed@Little Sherri The diaper that I had when I started wearing and using in August of 2019 was a Prevail Air: I QUICKLY found that these "Diapers" were not "Diapers" at all: These things were "tabbed underwear" and they were NOT designed to be used as a Diaper: They are designed for those who are simply dribbling out a little bit, and NOT for those who need to release a full bowel or bladder. They had and continue to have NO ABSORPTION, and they are like wearing a Bounty Paper Towel on your butt! I had to wait almost 45 days before I could get what I needed, so using my skills, because I used to work in the Office of Professional Regulation a few years ago, I found our online Phonebook of state employees, and called the Medicaid Nurse, and told her of my Plight: She told me that she apologized for my troubles, and I told her that what I had was NOT working, and I NEEDED the plastic backed products: After talking to my doctor, he agreed to expedite my request. asking me to give her a "TOP FIVE" diaper list, Top 2 were Megamax and Supreme Diapers from Northshore: and within 2-3 days, I had the approval, and then I asked them to diagnose me incontinent BOTH ways, and then enter it on medical records, as my DOCTOR was the "Expert" on his diagnosis, and I am the "EXPERT" on my disability, and I didn't want them sending me to a urologist: I already have CP, and it is COMMON for people with this disability to have problems with Muscles and Joints and I KNOW how I wanted to proceed.I REFUSE to Give UP, and I REFUSE to allow someone to make me feel bad because of my condition! I now have what I need, and because of what my medical team did, and I THANK them for that: I resign myself to the fact that as I age, things are gonna happen, but I ain't DEAD yet, and I REFUSE to let my disability get the best of me, as I may have a disability, but it DOES NOT have me! I don't have to prove medical necessity anymore, and I am glad, as there is NOTHING anyone is gonna be able to do to change what i am dealing with, and Diapers have helped me so much :)\ Good Luck! Brian

I have been a cross dresser for over 30 years and I have been active for at least 10 years (bar, club, restaurants, events etc) and I had a lot of trans friends My point of view is that wanting to suppress the right to freedom of expression because there are people who don't think like you is as serious in my eyes as being homophobic, transphobic etc etc etc Now if you want to ban me because I don't agree with the fact that we don't solve a problem by prohibiting freedom of expression, you can do it I will sleep with a clear conscience

Chapter 5: Origins Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess ~To any who may be able to see this...~ It all began a long time ago. In the ancient kingdom of the Zadri, there was a prophecy. A prophecy that told of a bright future under a powerful and immortal leader. For generations, newborns were checked for the mark that would tell of the coming of the new God. A small mark on the back of their neck that would indicate that this child be the future ruler of Aenonnos and the kingdom of the Zadri. The sign was a sun lay over a full moon. But with every birth... and every unmarked child... the belief in the prophecy dwindled. The Zadri weren’t a particularly religious people. They were hard working, intelligent, and devoted their lives to the betterment of their civilisation. But they still clung to the belief that one day, someone would be born that would bring them into a new era. A new era of enlightenment. They looked very much like any normal human in any normal dimension. The only difference being their advancement in technology and magic. Aenonnos could be compared with Earth’s Ancient Greece. White marble buildings lining every street. Large ornate structures and statues. Pillars of white and gold. It was an absolute beauty to anyone who was lucky enough to witness it. But whilst its aesthetics could be compared with Ancient Greece, its technology and magic far outpaced any of that on any other Earth. Even to this day, their technology is far beyond any of that you may see in any of the dimensions and their magic is beyond any sorcerer that deigns to pick up a wand. But whilst the Zadri were an advanced society... they were not without their flaws. To get to such an advanced state, they forwent one of the most powerful forces in the universe, even the multiverse... ...Love. The Zadri believed love was a dangerous, unreliable, unstable emotion that only served to fuel wars and conflict. They learnt to suppress feelings of love from an early age, banning any form of intimacy other than friendship. And it’s not like they became emotionless beings... they still felt happiness, sadness, grief, anger... they just felt like love was too unstable of an emotion. They believed if they shut off that emotion, it allowed them to focus on the betterment of society. Throughout their history, there were outliers, of course. Those who felt love and could not suppress it, hiding their relationships with others who felt the forbidden emotion. But ultimately... they are found. And executed. Publicly. The Zadri had no sympathy... no mercy for these people. To them, people who felt love were a cancer upon their society, so they had to ‘cut them out’... as they loved to put it. Population numbers weren’t an issue. Whilst love was forbidden, people still fornicated for pleasure and reproduction. People still had children, people still had sex... they just didn’t feel anything for their partners. They didn’t even feel love for their children. And for generations, the Zadri happily lived in peace, awaiting the day that the prophecy would come true. Then one day... a child was born. A child with a mark on their neck. The problem was, the mark was incomplete. Whilst they had the original sun in the centre, it was missing the moon part of the symbol that had been prophesised. The Zadri had no idea what this meant. Some said maybe this is the prophesised one, despite the incomplete mark. Some said this was just a weird birth mark that resembled part of the mark of the prophecy. Most were on the fence. That was... until an hour later... another child was born on the other side of the city. A child with an incomplete mark of their own. One with a moon, but no sun. What the Zadri took this as, was a misreading of the prophecy. They thought that maybe whoever had had the original vision, that they only saw the complete mark... when in fact it was two marks that would rule together. Two girls... born an hour apart... with complimenting marks... ruling together. Freya and Ophelia. Freya and me. On the same day of our birth, the both of us were taken in together by those in power, so that we could be raised and trained together. All so that we were ready to rule when we came of age. For years, the two of us were trained in the art of politics, war, art, science, technology, magic... everything we would need to successfully bring Aenonnos into a new age. Far surpassing all of the brightest students the Zadri had ever had, we showed that we were intelligent, powerful, strong willed and gifted at magic. Freya became the more dominant one out of the two of us, often becoming protective of me. Whenever I started to worry, Freya would be there to comfort me. Our ‘parents’, the ones who raised us, were happy that we bonded so well and worked so well with each other. The problem was... it was more than that. When we were eleven, we were running an obstacle course that our magic teacher had conjured for us. Part way through, my balance was off and I fell. Freya managed to grab my hand and pull me up, pulling me close to her. As I breathed heavily, her doing the same, I felt her closeness... her smell... her... aura. And she seemed to feel the same. Leaning in, she kissed me. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was forbidden. But... for years, I had felt some kind of connection between her. And not just some fancy prophesised magical one. This was... this was love. I kissed her back, but after a second she quickly pushed me back as our teacher walked over. Thankfully, the teacher didn’t see anything, but after that near miss... we needed to keep things discreet. So for years we worked hard, trained, and when together in private... we kissed. We kissed and we dated and we never wanted to leave each other’s sides. I loved her with every ounce of my soul, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her... but I knew that we’d never be able to be together in public, so we kept our relationship private. That is... until we turned 18. Our eighteenth birthday... the day of our coronation. The day we would take over as rulers of Aenonnos and the Zadri. It was a huge weight on both of our shoulders, I mean we were only 18 after all... but it was more than that. The Zadri saw us as Goddesses. I mean, sure, we... kind of... were. We had stronger magic than the rest of the population. We were faster and stronger too. And so far... we were immortal. Invulnerable even. We couldn’t be killed by any normal means. Hurt, sure. Magic hurt like crazy and a strong enough hit could knock us to our feet... but so far, nothing could kill us or cause any serious injury. But despite the powers, despite the prophecy... I didn’t see myself or Freya as Goddesses. I mean... maybe I saw Freya as a Goddess. Not an actual one, but someone I looked up to... admired... worshipped... But we were just... us. We had no experience ruling a civilisation, we had no experience being Goddesses. We just liked to hang out together, play silly little games, go walking on the beach... kissing each other. Today though, was the day we’d take on the responsibility of the entire kingdom. ------------------------------------------------- We were dressed by the finest tailors in Aenonnos. The food at the banquet was created by the best chefs. The music was... well you get the idea. No expense was spared on our big day, which just made my anxiety even worse. They were making this to be the biggest deal since our birth. And at least for that I wasn’t old enough to have to deal with all this anxiety. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do as a ruler, despite the years of training and education. It’s one thing learning about it all, it’s another to actually be put in charge. Thankfully, I wasn’t alone in this; I had Freya by my side the entire time. She was much more confident than me, often taking charge of any situation to protect me and make me feel at ease. But as we waited in the dressing room we had spent the whole morning in getting ready in, my tummy felt like it was doing flips. Freya managed to calm me as much as she could, but she had to do it as discreetly as possible, as we were surrounded by stylists and officials. And as soon as the fanfare rang out and the music started playing... I had a bad feeling in my gut. I won’t bore you with the details. It was lavish, over the top and... pointless. We walked together in sync up to the large altar-looking thing, where two seats stood... empty. And in front of them, was the High Priest, one of the most important of those in charge. He was to officiate our coronation. To be completely honest... he scared the crap outta me. He was an old man with barely any hair, wrinkles all over his face, and throughout my childhood, he’d often be present for tests and big events. He pushed us as hard as possible with our physical and magical tests, which I hated him for. And now... he gave his creepiest smile as we walked up the stairs. Freya and I walked hand in hand up to the top of the stairs and stopped, looking back at the enormous crowd surrounding us. Rows after rows of our people sat behind us, awaiting the biggest event in their lives. Circling around the amphitheatre were even more rows of spectators. What I’m trying to say is... I don’t think there was a single soul who didn’t attend. And as all eyes bore down on Freya and I, she gripped my hand tightly. “We are gathered here today to witness the coronation of the two Goddesses, Freya and Ophelia. Born of prophecy, these two have been chosen to lead us to a new era, one with peace and prosperity.” I remember the Priest going on and on about prophecy and how we were going to save everyone and all that rubbish. I don’t remember all of it, I was a little too busy keeping my breakfast down due to the anxiety. “Are you both willing to take on the responsibility of the realm, to act only for the benefit of its people, and to uphold the laws held within our society?” He continued. “We do.” Freya and I answered at the same time, just like we had been practicing all week. I mean... I don’t know why we practicing, it’s two words. Not much to practice. But everyone insisted we say it right. You’d be surprised how often we were told we weren’t ‘saying it right’. The High Priest continued, and I felt my heart beating faster than ever. “You two are now our dual Goddesses. May you reign forever, bringing us into a new age of enlightenment!” He announced. My breathing hastened... I’m supposed to be a Goddess... an all powerful being who never dies, can’t be killed and is more powerful than any other being in existence... but here I was... having a panic attack. My vision started blurring, the amphitheatre started spinning... I was losing my balance. Freya took my other hand to help keep me stable, but even that wasn’t working. “Oph... are you okay?” Freya stopped the High Priest and turned to look at me. “I... I...” I found it hard to talk... to think... Suddenly a bright blue light appeared a foot or so away from my chest, growing and growing until it was as big as the both of us... before it engulfed us. Now... we had never been taught fully on how to create portals. Especially not dimensional ones. We had been told of the multiverse theory, but there was no definitive proof of it existing up until this point. They had tried to teach us how to create portals across the city... but never ones like the one I had just created. The day of our ascension... our powers manifested in ways the Elders could never have dreamt of. As soon as we had been announced as the Queens or Goddesses or whatever they wanted to call us, the power inside me felt... free. Like a large force had been released. It appeared that my anxiety had created a portal to get us out of that anxious situation... and into a much worse one. We appeared in another dimension, it turned out. One much different to our own. And as a giant man, who looked at least twice our height, loomed over us... I gripped Freya’s hand tightly. ========================================================== I've been SOOOOO excited for you all to read this one. First proper introduction of our new variations. ? I hope everyone enjoys this new story as it goes on! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! 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Chapter 4: Amazon Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess As soon as I saw the Amazon walk through the enormous portal, I leapt off the sofa and ran for my life. ‘No way she’s catching me!’ I thought to myself as my heart was beating a mile a minute. ‘I like being Alex’s little... but I’d hate to have it forced upon me. I’m sure this place has places I can hide. I mean... she can barely fit in the sanctum... she can’t get through the doorways!’ So I ran towards the nearest doorway, which looked to be the kitchen. My shoes slipped on the wooden floor as I ran as quickly as I could for a safe place to hide. “PAIGE!” I heard from behind me. No. Can’t stop and look back now. I need to hide. Diving behind a kitchen counter, I leant back, crouching down so I was out of view of that... monster. “Paige... where are you?” I heard from behind me. Noelle popped her head around the corner and looked at me. “Paige... what the hell?” “She... she’s an amazon... she’ll adopt... she...” “You really are scared of them, aren’t you?” she asked, sitting down next to me and placing her hand on my leg. “I... I’ve heard the horror stories. She’s not taking me.” I replied. “But we told you, she’s just a variation of Alexandria. She’s nice! I promise!” “I... no... Amazons aren’t nice. Or at least they pretend to be... then they shove you in a nursery and you’re never heard from again...” Noelle grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “I promise you, Charlie won’t do that. She’s like the nicest person ever, although she can be a bit of a tease sometime. Which apparently seems to be another reoccurring trait between variations of her. Lemme guess, Alexandria loves to tease you?” “I...” My heart was slowing down. “Umm, I mean... yeah. She does.” “See! She’s just a really tall version of Alex. I promise you. Have a look if you don’t believe me...” I turned around and slowly peeked over the kitchen counter towards the doorway. And sat down with her legs crossed on the other side of the kitchen... was... no... she looked like Alex... but bigger. But... she had the same smile I had seen countless times on my wife before. She had the exact same smile that I loved. The same freckles. But her hair was ginger, instead of blonde. Whilst not as strong as the bond I felt with Alex... I could feel a connection with Charlotte... something telling me I could trust her... that... we were... connected somehow. “You feel it too, right?” Noelle asked, breaking my concentration. “Feel what?” I played dumb. “Like you could trust her. And Rose. And Morgan.” “Y... yeah... what is that?” “I’ve talked to Liv and Faith about it, they feel it too. It seems like we have a special bond with our dimension’s version of them... but even with the other ones, it’s still there... albeit weaker. Stronger than friendship, but not quite as intense as the bond we have with our own Mummy.” “I... should be scared of her. I mean I was a minute ago... but looking at her... it’s like...” “Like she’s your Mummy, but not quite?” She had taken the words right out of my mouth... “Yeah. That’s exactly it.” “Apparently they feel the same way about us. They feel strongest about their own little, but they’re still super protective and maternal around the rest of us. Rose was telling me how she was willing to protect Liv with her life when Liv got regressed at her wedding.” “Wait... so it’s not just a... relationship? The little version of us... and the Amazon version of Alex... they’re... married?” “Yeah! They had this big wedding. Charlie’s ex nearly regressed Liv fully, but they managed to save her with the help of Faith’s nanites. It was apparently very scary. Shortly after that wedding, Rose met me.” “But I thought... Amazons were evil and wouldn’t... couldn’t date littles...” “That may have been the case a few years ago, but Charlie is a big shot author who wrote some very pro-little books, which convinced their country to pass a bill to allow them to marry. They were the first little-Amazon couple to marry in their country. It was a huge deal. Now Charlie is working on a third book, and Liv is running for Government.” “Wow! Really?” “Uh huh! It’s super exciting.” I took a deep breath. I knew what I needed to do, despite my instincts tell me to hide still. Thankfully, that connection between me and her was more powerful than me fear of her Amazon status. “Umm... I’d... I’d like to apologise to Charlie, if that’s okay...” “I’ve got an idea. I need to run it by Rose first. So stay right here, okay?” Noelle said, standing up and rushing out. “...Uh... okay...” I said, sitting there, bewildered. I stayed there for a good ten minutes. No one came in, and I was still too nervous to go out, especially since Noelle told me to stay put. Even Charlie had gotten up and walked off somewhere. I kept peeking over the top of the counter to see if anything was happening... but there was nothing. Not even Alex came to check on me. “Paige? Sweetie?” That was a familiar voice... but considering they all sound so damn similar... I couldn’t be sure. “Alex?” I stood up, spinning around to see Alex by the door. “They... they’ve fixed the problem.” She said. “Huh?” “Come see for yourself, baby. Come along...” Alex waved me over. Nervously walking out of the kitchen, I grabbed her hand as she escorted me slowly out to the living area again. “W... where’s Charlotte?” I asked. “Here I am!” I heard someone say in the distance. I couldn’t see anyone. That was until Liv moved to the side, and stood there, the same height as Rose, Alex and Morgan... was Charlie. “I can’t believe it worked! You’re... well not my height... but... you’re a little!” Liv said, a massive grin appearing on her face. She wasn’t wrong, she was the same height as Alex and the other variations of her... but she still had to look down towards me as I got closer and closer to her. But now it’s the same height difference that Alex and I share. “I’m... a little!” Charlie couldn’t believe it. You could tell by her face that she wasn’t ever expecting to be this small. “What happened?” I asked nervously. Noelle skipped over to me. “Well Rose and I during our travels came across some other dimensions that also had access to magic. Turns out our dimension wasn’t the only one! Well anyway, reading through some of their research, we managed to find a way to cast the size transformation spell Rose loves to use on me on someone as large as Charlie. We hadn’t tried it yet, but I figured this was the best opportunity. So it means you aren’t frightened of her, and she can use the bathrooms in this place!” Noelle laughed. Charlie walked over to me. I could see something shiny dangling from her neck, something that wasn’t there before. ‘The spell... must be something to do with that necklace she’s now wearing...’ “Sorry for scaring you. I know a lot of Amazons can be cruel, and some, if not most, of the horror stories you’ve heard are true. But not all of us are like that. Our society is changing, at least in our country it is. Amazons are starting to treat littles with respect and dignity.” “That... that’s because of you and Liv, right?” I asked. I could feel myself warm up to her as we talked. “Well I like to think we had a hand in it, yes. But I think a lot of people were capable of it, it’s just... they needed a push. Don’t get me wrong, there’s still a lot of progress. That’s why Liv is hoping to become an MP.” “I... I’m sorry. For the way I acted. I... I’ve always had a fear of your dimension. My... my old crew loved to make threats about sending me there as punishment.” “Well that’s just cruel. I don’t blame you for being so scared sweetie. Come here...” Charlie pulled me closer for a hug. Letting her do so, I felt her normal-sized arms wrap themselves around me. And it felt... familiar. Just like Alex’s hugs. But a bit different. “Can we start again?” I asked, pulling out of the hug. “Of course. Hi! I’m Charlotte, but you can call me Charlie.” “Hi Charlie... I’m Paige.” “Well it’s lovely to meet you, Paige. And this is your Mummy, I presume? Seeing as we both look alike...” Charlie grinned. Alex walked up and shook her hand. “Hi. I’m Alexandria... but I suppose if we’re going to be friends... you lot can call me Alex.” “Well it’s lovely to meet you Alex.” Charlie responded. Charlie was taken aback as Liv suddenly surprise-hugged her. “Oh hey baby...” Charlie squeezed her back. “You’re... I... I can’t believe it...” Liv said, her voice muffled by Charlie’s top. Liv’s face was pressed into her wife’s chest so much, I’m surprised she could still breathe! “I know baby, neither can I! I’m your size now!” They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed each other. It was a little awkward, no doubt they needed to get used to the tiny size difference compared to the usual difference they had to deal with on a daily basis. “Noelle? How long will this last?” Liv asked. “Well as long as that necklace I created is around your neck... it should last indefinitely. If you take that off... I’d give it an hour at most before the spell’s connection breaks.” “We’ll work with that.” Charlie said, smiling. Liv just stood there, mystified by her wife not being twice her height. “I...” was all she could get out. “Come on baby, let’s go snuggle up together on the sofa, try out this new size. I can’t carry you though... or maybe I can? I’m not sure.” “You should still have the same strength as your Amazon body, but densely packed into your new size.” Noelle mentioned. Charlie lifted Liv up in her arms effortlessly and carried her over to the sofa area where they snuggled up with each other, kissing each other and losing themselves in each other’s eyes. “If everyone would like to come sit down...” Rose announced to the rest of us. Alex took my hand and escorted me over to the sofa area. Morgan carried Faith over and they snuggled up together, and Noelle sat next to Rose. It seemed each couple had taken their own corner of the sofa-pit, snuggling up together. It was cute. And weird. Very weird. Seeing multiple versions of me and Alex... but all of them different slightly... I couldn’t stop looking at Charlie’s new height... Morgan’s robot arms... Rose’s glasses... “You okay baby?” Alex whispered to me. “Uh... uh huh. Just... getting used to all this. It’s... a lot to take in.” “Me too, baby, me too. But they seem trustworthy. So let’s just see what all this is about, okay?” “Thank you for coming, everyone.” Rose spoke up. “As you are aware, the multiverse theory is real. And there are multiple variations of us. It’s nice to welcome Alex and Paige into our little... whatever you want to call it. Sorry it was under such... unusual circumstances. But that’s what we’re here to discuss.” “It’s nice to be here, and meet all of you. Still going to take a bit to get used to the fact that there are other us...’s.” Alex said. Everyone responded with a smile, a couple of the littles waved happily. “So as you are all aware... we had a vision. All of us. At the same time. Now... I’ve had a vision before, similar to the shared one we had.” “You have?” Noelle asked. “When? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I didn’t think it was important until we had the shared one earlier. I figured it was just my brain playing tricks on me.” “When did you have the vision?” Charlie asked. “...When I died.” “You failed to tell us you died!” Charlie looked unimpressed. “Well... I’m not dead now!” Rose joked. “So what was in your vision the first time?” Morgan asked. “Same couple. But I was on a beach, enjoying the sun with the little. They hadn’t been... captured... or whatever had happened to them... yet.” Looking around, everyone seemed fascinated by this revelation. Everyone... except Faith. “F... Faith?” I asked, nervously. She just sat there, snuggled up to Morgan, frozen. “What’s up, babygirl?” Morgan bent down to ask her. “I... umm...” “Go on... you can tell me...” “Umm... when... when I was shot...” “You were shot?” Liv shouted at her. Now it was Liv’s turn to be surprised. Apparently despite being the same people... we didn’t seem to share a lot of key points. “Yeah... just before I came over to your universe to recover...” Faith took a breath. “My ex shot me. I nearly died.” “I mean you did die for a short time sweetie... Evie revived you...” Morgan corrected her. “I did? Umm...” “You had a vision too, didn’t you sweetie?” Rose asked her, softly. The same way Alex talks to me when I’m little and feeling sensitive or nervous. “Uh huh. It was on a beach. With the brown haired one. It was... nice. The buildings were all white and...” “Gold?” Rose finished her sentence. “Yeah!” Faith looked surprised. “So we had the same dream or vision or whatever when we died... and when I touched the jewel, we all had the same vision... across dimensions.” “Wait... so if we had the same visions, does that mean... the other variations in other dimensions had it too?” “Ah, I had thought of that. Before I went to get Liv and Charlie, I quickly visited one other dimension where I knew I had met another version of us before.” “Which one?” Alex asked. “Aeyuivia.” “Oh! The one from the story you gave us! See Charlie, I knew it was another version, and I told you it was Rose!” Liv said, looking up at her wife with the biggest grin on her face. “Yes you did, baby, well done.” Charlie replied. Liv looked so proud of herself, it was adorable. Especially with her all dressed up all babyish like that. It kind of made me wish I was little like her now... “Well yes, I went back to Aeyuivia. But apparently... they hadn’t experienced any visions.” Rose continued. “So it was just the four pairs of us?” Noelle asked. “That I know of... yes. I don’t know why, but it only affected us eight, and no other variations. But still, it managed to affect us spread across three different dimensions...” “So what was it? The vision I mean.” Noelle asked. I just kept quiet and watched as everyone else talked. “Well what we know so far... is that there are these two women... who look like us. So automatically... I’m assuming they’re another variation. Ones with magic, obviously. Not just because of the illusion spell the Mummy cast in the vision, but also because the vision was sent out as soon as I touched the jewel at Alex and Paige’s place. It felt... magical in origin.” Rose sounded so confident, despite not knowing much more about all this than the rest of us. “But what about the visions you and Faith had when you... died.” Charlie asked. “That... I don’t know. Maybe it has something to do with how I was brought back. I’m not sure about anything, that’s why...” Rose held her hand out, palm up. Then waving her other over it... something magically appeared. “Wow... look Alex! Magic!” I said to Alex, excitedly. “I know baby! I never would have thought it was real before today!” She responded, squeezing me tightly. In Rose’s hand, lay a black cloth. And inside it... was another jewel, that looked almost identical to the one Alex had stored in her safe... the one Rose touched and started this whole thing off with. But this one was white, not red. Same size, same shape... just different colour. “Is that...?” Alex asked. “Yes. But not the same. It’s one I found in Aeyuivia, for helping out the King a long time ago... well... I say help.... anyway, I never claimed my reward, so when I went back to check on them earlier to see if the Queen and her Princess had had any visions... I saw this on display. They had no idea what it was, they hadn’t even touched it, it was apparently something the King had acquired when he was young. So I asked if I could take it as late payment, and they said sure.” “So... there’s more than one jewel...” Alex cupped her chin in her hand, deep in thought. “Yes, two that we know of now. And we have both. But this one... this one hasn’t been touched.” “Umm... I’m guessing if we do... we’ll all have those visions again?” I asked. “I’d say there’s a high probability of that being the case, yes. But only if everyone is ready. Plus, there’s something I’d like to try out if that’s okay?” Rose asked. Alex looked up at her. “Well I’m sure we can handle those visions again.” Everyone around the living room area nodded. “But... what is this thing you’d like to try?” Alex’s inquisitive nature coming out yet again. “Well... no doubt you’ve had that jewel of yours for years, correct?” “Correct. It was Paige who stole it for me.” “Wait... stole?” Liv asked. “I... I was a thief. It’s how Alex and I met...” I muttered as my face turned red and I focused my view towards the floor. “Oh you’ll have to tell us the full story sometime! I’m intrigued!” Liv grinned. Blushing, I snuggled closer to Alex. “Well in those years... both of you must have handled it, correct?” Rose continued with her train of thought. “I mean... when I stole it, I was wearing gloves. But when we got together and we worked on her research... yeah I handled it, as did Alex.” I answered. “Yet no one had any visions...” “Yeah...” Alex squinted, trying to figure this all out in her head. “So for some reason... it was only when I touched it that it activated and showed us all the visions. Which would make me believe that it must be something magical about it that triggers it. So if I can test my theory... can everyone try touching this jewel, one by one?” “...Okay...” Alex said, standing up and reaching out. Taking the round, flawless jewel in her hand... aaaand... nothing happened. “You next, babygirl.” She said, handing me the jewel. I hesitantly held out my hand, awaiting some kind of reaction as the jewel touched my skin... but again, nothing happened. Liv and Charlie got up and took the jewel from me, passing it from Charlie to Liv with no reaction whatsoever. Next was Morgan and Faith... still no reaction. “Now babygirl...” Rose looked at Noelle. “We know I’ve been able to activate one... let’s see if it’s magic that activates it...” Noelle walked over to Morgan, nervously taking the jewel from her hand. And as soon as her finger touched the surface of the crystal-clear jewel... A searing pain shot through my head. ========================================================== Another vision next chapter! ? I hope everyone enjoys this new story as it goes on! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Love in Dimensions. New chapters of Love in Dimensions every Wednesday/Sunday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. 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I've had a few messages asking if this story was still alive and if I was planning to write more of it and trust me, the story is still going, but sadly the Covid19 chaos, have been effecting my everyday life and put a lot of stress on me, so my time and energy have not been spent on writing. My country is now almost on a complete lockdown, school, bars and most shops are now closed and I'm expecting my place of employment to close down too. But hey, maybe that will give me 14 days with a lot of free time on my hand And speaking of which. Here ya go: Chapter 7: To avoid another argument and scolding, I did as I was told and started bringing the damn bag with me every time I left the house. I made sure to leave it in the car, when going out shopping or doing anything else outside the house. It seemed stupid and pointless, but I knew Mom had made up her made and another discussion would simply lead to another lose on my behalf. But one day the bag did come into play. Having been sent to the store one afternoon to do some basic grocery shopping, which included buying more power, oil and wipes for myself, I was making my way out the supermarket, well knowingly that I has used my diaper not only on the way to the store, but also while browsing through the aisles, trying to find everything on my shopping list. Both wettings had seemed rather small and was quickly absorbed into the soft padding of my plastic underwear, which is why as I was leaving the store and hit by the feeling of a full bladder once again, I did not think a second about and as I was making my way across the parking lot towards the car, I went through the process that had become almost second nature and simply held my breath for a brief moment, allowing my muscles to relax and my bladder to let loose. Within seconds of my bladder letting go, I was hit with a feeling I knew too well. Not the feeling of my diaper soaking up the warm urine, that had already happened. Not the feeling of my bladder emptying and my diaper swelling up around my groin, that had already happened. The feeling that hit me, was the feeling of my pants soaking. The feeling of warm urine leaking out the side of my diaper and slowly running down my leg. Without a second thought and without even having a quick look at the damage I had caused, as soon as the flow of urine stopped, I set out in an all-out sprint. I could see the car; it was only a few 100 meters away. I did not have time to see if anyone had seen me standing there in the middle of the parking lot, pissing myself so badly, that my diaper had leaked. The only thing on my mind, was getting to the safety of the car. I reached it within seconds and while gasping for air I threw the grocery bag into the front seat, before throwing myself after it, landing with a splat on the seat and slamming the door behind me. My heartbeat was through the roof, I was gasping for air, on the verge of a mental breakdown as I looked down myself, my pants completely soaked from the crotch and down both legs. If anyone had seen me, it would have been very clear, what had happened to me. My eyes started to swell up, on the verge of tears, I tried to compose myself, trying to take deep breath, trying to get my breathing, body and emotions under control. I was edging on a complete panic attack, as I was hyperventilating in the front seat of the car. My aspect of time disappeared for that moment. I don’t know how long I was sitting in the front seat, trying to calm myself, trying to avoid going completely hysteric and having a full blown breakdown right then and there. But the reality of my soaked pants turning old and irritating my skin, brought me back. Using the sleeve of my shirt, I whipped the snot and few tears away from my face, tried taking in a deep breath and compose myself, before awkwardly sliding between the two front seats and into the backseat, where my diaper bag was located. Opening up the bag, I damn near threw all the content onto the back seat and started the process of removing my soaked jeans, tossing and turning in the back of the car, trying to peel them off my legs, exposing my soaked diaper, while praying that nobody would pass by the car at that moment and see me, now sitting naked in the backseat surrounded by everything you would need to change a baby out of their spoiled diaper and into a fresh new one. Cleaning myself and putting on a new diaper and pants in the backseat wasn’t easy and it didn’t turn out great or pretty. But after tossing and turning for what seemed like half an hour, I was finally back in a dry diaper and more importantly a dry pair of pants. I threw the soaked diaper and jeans into a plastic bag and dumped it onto the floor of the car, before slithering back into the front seat and fired up the engine, wanting to get home as quick as possible, hoping for this nightmare to end as I reached the safety of home. I felt like I was dreaming on the way home, everything felt so surreal and I believe I was still in a state of emotional shock, as I arrived in the driveway and headed straight inside, not even bothering to bring the groceries, my diaper bag or used diaper and spoiled jeans with me. Upon entering the house, I almost bumped into Mom who was in the middle of cleaning up. “Hey Honey, how did it go.” Noticing the lack of groceries with me, she gave me a confused look. “Where are the groceries and your diaper bag. Are you okay?” the motherly and concerned tone in her voice, must have tricked something in my brain as I completely broke down, then and there. Tears rolling down my face, completely unable to control my emotions, as snot and saliva started to flow from my nose and mouth. “Oh honey, it’s okay.” She quickly embraced me, allowing my face to be buried into her chest, as I continued to cry my eyes out, gasping for air between my cries. “Sh,sh,sssshhh. It’s okay honey, it’s okay. Did you have a big accident, is that what happened?” She could already tell, what had happened, due to the fact that I was wearing different pants, despite me being unable to explain the situation, due to hyperventilating. The result of my unstable emotional state, resulted in a complete lack of body control, as I flooded my diaper, while embracing my Mom and as a result of a terrible diaper job in the back of the car, once again leaked and sent a warm flow of urine running down my legs and onto the floor. “Oh honey, look at you. You’re a real mess, you’re leaking all over the floor.” Despite me now standing in a puddle of urine, she did not let go, allowing me to sob into her chest, until my breathing finally slowed and I started to calm down, as I regained my ability to breath and speak. “I’m so, so sorry. I leaked at the store and had to change in the car and it was just, it was just, it was just so HARD.” I was on the verge of breaking down again and she quickly caught that. “its’s okay baby, it’s okay. I’ll get everything from the car and take care of all of this. Just go to your room, try to calm down and clean yourself up.” While still gasping for air and sniffing heavily, trying to stop snot from running down my face, I let go of my Mom and so did she, as we went in separate directions passing each other, her heading to the car and me heading straight to my room. Entering the safety of my bedroom, I ripped off my pants, shirt, socks and tore the diaper off almost in a fit of rage, curling it all together, while walked straight towards the bathroom, naked as the day I was born. In there I hurled the diaper into the diaper pail and threw all my clothes into the washing machine, slamming the door on it, as hard as I could. While showing off, tears once again started running down my face, as I leaned against the wall. The day had been so humiliating, the loss of control and being unable to fix anything by myself, had been a real tipping point. Luckily nobody had seen me embarrass and wetting myself in the middle of the carpark and despite wetting all over the floor and making a real mess, Mom had not seemed mad or angry with me. After showing in what seemed like forever, scrubbing every part of my body, trying to wash of the embarrassment, I went back to my bedroom and diapered myself once again, taking really good care to make sure the diaper was on perfectly, not wanting to have the embarrassment of the day repeat itself anytime in the near future. Afterwards I let my head hit the pillow, planning to just take a quick nap, trying to rest up and forget everything that just happened. As my eyes got heavy and I sank into a deep comfortable sleep.

Thank you for the feedback and interest guys. I'll try to keep the updates regular, but some time real life takes priority or I just hit a writers block, so please be patient with me. But here you go Chapter 2: Slowly opening up my eyes the next morning, two things quickly hit me. 1. I’ve been sleeping on my stomach; which I don’t think I’ve ever done before. 2. I really got to use the restroom. “Well, I’m wearing a diaper for a reason.” I thought to myself, as I repeated the process from the day before, of closing my eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply and trying to relax. Sadly, the result was the same, as the night before, with nothing happening. Shifting myself to my back, to take some of the pressure off my crotch area, I repeated the process and after several deep breaths, I was meet by a tickle and warm sensation spreading around my crotch and diaper area. As the stream stopped, I laid frozen for a few minutes, enjoying the experience and taking in my situation. I slowly moved my hands down under my covers, down along my body until they finally met the warm soft crinkly covers of my diapers. “Oh for FUCK SAKE!” I exclaimed loudly, as the next thing my hands touched was a wet spot on my bedsheet. I shut out of bed and yanked the covers away to reveal several small wet patches on my sheets, where my diaper had been. Once again I had leaked, thanks to a bad diapering job. I quickly stripped the sheets of my bed, while cursing the damn diaper and proceeded to throw everything in the washer, before stripping myself of the failed diaper and jumping in the shower. Afterwards I once again proceeded to diaper myself, being really careful with the tapes and place of the diaper, hoping the third time would be charm, before carrying on with my day. Later in the afternoon I was hit by the urge to use the diaper again and standing in the center of my bedroom one more, this time it seemed to do its job and held everything in. The sense of a warm diaper around my ground instantly turned me on and I proceeded to rub myself through the diaper, reaching what may have been the best orgasm in my life and afterwards spent a few more hours in the moist diaper, even wetting it one more time with success, before finally changing to a fresh one, throwing the old one in the bathroom waste bin, just as Mom arrived home. Several days past in that sort of manner. I would slowly become more comfortable wetting my diaper, often with a 50/50 success in regards to leaks, due to my inability to figure out how to properly diaper myself, but luckily I only wet in the seclusion of my room, which I had been spending almost all my time in since going back to diapers. This was mainly due to the awkwardness of being around my Mom while wearing my new underwear. So I spent most days alone in my room, playing computer, watching TV and writing small bits and pieces, of what would hopefully be my groundbreaking article, often I would only come out to eat or to go change in the bathroom. This was all fine. In my mind I was slowly easing into my new lifestyle, I took everything in a slow pace, this was going to be an adjustment and it would take time to get used to. But then I suddenly got thrown into the deep end. The weekend had arrived, which posed a few challenges. My Mom was going to be home the whole day, so avoiding her would prove to be damn near impossible. But that wasn’t the biggest hurdle that I was about to have to jump. My Mom was yelling for me from the kitchen, as I carefully “waddled” my way to the kitchen, so figure out what was up. “Oh there you are, would you mind driving to the store really quick, I seem to have forgot to buy coffee.” That sentence made my heart skip a beat. GO OUT, in PUBLIC, in my DIAPER!? I knew this was something I would have to get used to at some point, but the reality of that being at that second hit me hard. “Uh, sure Mom.” I stammered as I turned around and headed back to my room. In almost a state of panic, I started to look for pant, which would be able to hide my diaper bulge. At this point my selection of pants, had almost been cut in half, as I had learned that many jeans were not made to fit over an adult sized diaper. I decided on a loose pair of sweatpants and made my way towards the garage, picking up the car keys on the way and soon drove out of the driveway on the way to the store, my heart racing a million miles per hour. Arriving at the store a few moments later, I was on the verge of having a heart attack, as my ticker was almost beating out of my chest. I knew this was something that I had to get over and a challenge that I was forced to was. Still it took several minutes and a lot of deep breaths, before I finally opened the door and exited the car, making my way across the parking lot and into the supermarket. Luckily it turned out to be nearly empty, as I entered through the entrance. “Okay, get in, get out. Nice and easy.” I thought to myself. The question was, do I move slowly trying to avoid having my diaper crinkle too loudly or do I just go for it, hoping to move fast enough for people not to notice the sound of my plastic underwear? “Sprint it is.” I thought, as I picked up my pace, almost running through the aisles, knowing the exact route to my target shelf. I quickly paced by an elderly couple, they didn’t notice me at all, as I turned the corner and arrived at coffee shelf. I stopped for a moment, almost having to catch my breath as my eyes wandered the shelfs, searching for the correct brand. I quickly stopped it and grabbed a glass off the shelf, but stopped dead in my track just as I was about to turn around and make my way towards the exit. A very familiar pressure was pushing on my bladder, feeling I knew very well. I stood frozen, as I surveyed my surroundings. Not a person in sight. “I’ve come this far, got to get past this sooner or later.” The thoughts were bouncing around my head, did I dare, was I ready? My brain apparently made up its own mind, as it took over control and my body let loose. What started as a trickle, quickly turned into a fountain as I flooded my diaper right there in the coffee aisle. “Please don’t leak, please don’t leak.” I was praying that I had done a good job in diapering myself and that my plastic underwear would hold together. After what seemed like hours, but may only have been a minute, the stream stopped and I was left out of breath, standing alone in the middle of the supermarket in a soaked diaper. I quickly inspected my pants and found them, DRY!. “Thank god.” I thought, as I once again looked around, finding myself alone. “That was easier than expected.” I mumbled to myself, as I slowly turned around and started to make way towards the check out, my waddle a bit heavier and my pace a lot slower, than when I entered. I reached the same elderly couple that I had passed by moment before, slowly picking up my pace, while trying to now draw attention to myself, my slight waddle or the crinkle coming from my pants. I greeted the middle age woman sitting at the checkout, as I placed the coffee on the register, quickly paying before heading straight for the exit. Finally, back in the car, I exhaled deeply, trying to slow down my heartrate. “Wow!” I let out a scream, happy and satisfied with the outcome of my adventure, a milestone had been passed and it felt amazing! With my diaper still warm between my legs, I made the quick drive home and entered the house proud of my courage and adventure. I put the coffee on the kitchen table together with the keys and made my way towards my room, but was stopped by the sound of my Mom calling me into the living room. Stepping into the living room, I found her sitting on the couch. “Thank you honey, everything went smooth?” She smiled at me. “Yeah, nice and easy, no problem.” I responded, smiling back at her. “And judging by the swelling between your legs, I assume you had quit an adventure.” She chuckled, gesturing towards my diaper area. “Oh yeah, that.” I blushed, almost unable to get my words out. “I wanted to talk to you about that, you may start using some powder…BABY powder that is, just to keep the moisture away from your skin and it would also help hide the smell, that’s bound to appear at some point. If you leave the company card on the table, I could swing by the shop tomorrow and by you some.” I was left stunned for a second, not really sure how to respond to that. “Oh, uhm, yeah, that would be great thanks, Mom”. “No problem.” She turned her attention back to the TV, as I backed out of the room, making sure to leave my credit card on the kitchen table, before heading to my room. This day gave me a lot of material for my article and I made sure to put it all down in writing, before turning in for the night.

Note: This is set in Princess Pottypants' fantastic Diaper Dimension universe. You can find the original and other stories since here. --- The house was abuzz with Christmas preparations underway. Mrs Lara Martina prepared the day's big lunch, while Tim and Jen touched up the Christmas tree. It had been up for a month, but the thirty-something husband and wife had arrived late last night, and felt that the tree could do with a little more decorating for the special day. Presents sat around the tree. Just waiting to be opened. More adults sat about the living room, drinking a mixture of hot, cold, and alcoholic drinks to celebrate the festive season. The front door opened and closed, and Georgia entered, all smiles. A small cheer went up, and Mrs Martina leaned out from the kitchen, waving an excited stirring spoon at her eighteen year old daughter as she entered the house. Georgia waved as she walked past. She glanced into the second lounge, and smiled at her older cousin Mallory, who was bouncing her little on her knee. Sasha had been decked in an incredibly cute littles Christmas dress, red with white trim, high-hemmed enough to inspect most of her diaper. Georgia would love to get another chance to play with her. She continued onto the kitchen however, and set her groceries down with a plonk. "Some extra things, in case people want snacks." "Oh that's wonderful. Put the drinks in the fridge would you? And you must tell me about college." Georgia smiled and began unpacking. Her year in the big city had been fantastic, but she'd chosen to transfer to the local college before she turned nineteen. It would be nice to have all the benefits of her home town again. "How many people will we have?" "About nine. More if Rich and Cass show up." "Wouldn't they be going to Cass's family farm this year?" "Maybe. The weather wasn't great for travelling, and they're still decidi-" There was a ring at the doorbell, and Lara paused. Nobody should be arriving who couldn't just unlock the door themselves. Besides, it wasn't even locked. "I'll get it," she said with a frown. "I think I know who it is," Georgia said cheerfully, trailing after her mother. Mrs Martina opened the door, then paused as she had to look down to see their guest. A little. She was standing there looking rather nervous, reaching across to grip her right arm, and glancing away from the house as if she was considering leaving. "Reina?" Mrs Martina asked, a bit confused "Reina!" Georgia exclaimed, wriggling past her mother and going down on one knee to greet their guest. "I knew you'd make it." Reina shifted about awkwardly. "Well, I got the invitation..." "And you're a polite girl who responds to invitations, aren't you?" Reina nodded slowly, clearly not used to Georgia speaking this way. "Oh you must be wondering why," Georgia began, "I knew that you never let anybody see you, and must be alone for Christmas. Well I found your address with a bit of searching - I thought you'd be impressed with that - and thought, wouldn't it be nice if I invited my old math tutor to join in with my family this year? We're not in my school's special segregated learning rooms now, and can be a little more dynamic and intimate. Doesn't that sound better?" Reina paused, then nodded very slowly. Mrs Martina smiled and began to return to her preparations. "I think it was wonderful inviting her," she said proudly, then walked back inside. "Come on! You should come inside before a cool wind gives you a cold. I even got you a present!" "Y-You did?" "Yes! It's under the tree and everything." "Oh." Reina said, her voice breaking for a moment. "I feel a bit rude, and don't even know if I can take it, since I didn't get you anythi-" "Nonsense! It's fine! The least I can do for my old math tutor, who helped me get into the special advanced classes at university. Did you know I've surpassed you now? You were clever at school a few years ago for sure, and used to even seem like a god to me, but we've moved onto the big league at college. It really puts things in perspective." Reina nodded slowly, and began entering the house cautiously, jumping a little as the door was closed behind her. She clearly didn't quite know what to do in a big house, nor how to interact with amazons up close. She'd only ever addressed them through the glass panels which they used at the problem school, for external teachers dealing with students, where Georgia had turned out to be a star. "Now why don't we take off that coat? You always wore such frumpy things." Reina began to gesture that it was fine, but before she'd even raised her hand, Georgia had knelt down and was pulling the long trench coat back from her. "Oh I might-" "We have heating here dear. I wouldn't want you to overheat just because you're not used to nice things. You're really not that good at anything outside of school math huh? Now why don't you come into the lounge, and I'll introduce you." Reina seemed a bit panicked, but was herded along by giant legs and big hands faster than she could react. They came into the adjacent lounge room with the Christmas tree, and the conversations grew silent as they turned to inspect the newcomer. "Everybody. This is Reina." Georgia beamed, and they all took her excitement in stride, beginning to smile back. "She's my special guest and a contact of mine from school. She's going to be staying for Christmas." There were a few smiles, and one drunken cousin even gave a goofy single wave before collapsing back into his recliner seat. "See? You're basically like family already. Now, why don't you help my cousins Tim and Jen with the tree. You met them once when I was in the eleventh grade, and being picked up from school after our car broke down." Reina seemed tongue tied as she was herded forward, stopping at the tree which was surrounded by an amphitheatre of furniture with an audience. There'd be no slipping away unseen in this house. "I, uh, aren't really sure how to-" "Just help them pick decorations! Here, let me show you." Georgia reached into the box, and pulled out a Christmas bauble with a small string attached. "Why don't you put it on the tree, while I go get the snacks? You can stay here without trouble can't you?" Reina nodded slowly, and Georgia beamed. "Good girl," she praised, finding herself a bit breathless with excitement, before she rushed back to the kitchen. She paused, stopping at the drawer where her Mom kept all of her schoolwork. Pulling it open, she dug through until she found some of the notes from Reina to her parents. She titled herself "Georgia's Tutor" back then, and wrote in such a stiff, almost snooty tone. It was strange, how big of herself Reina thought, when really she was just somebody who had done well at highschool work nearly a decade ago. Her knowledge was nothing compared to the things that Georgia had been learning at university, it was almost pitiful in retrospect. Georgia closed the drawer again, shaking her head, and continued into the main kitchen. She began unpacking crackers and cheese, as well as a few bowls of dip. "What was that about?" Mrs Martina asked with a smile. "Oh, I just want to do the right thing. The poor girl was always all alone, thinks she's tougher that way when really I see it as a cry for help. I found where she lived, and she was polite enough to come once I made it clear that I knew. I wanted to help teach her to be good, just like she used to think she was teaching me." Lara smiled. "It did amuse me when I found out that the aid teacher who had been sending those letters was a little. She sure did think big of herself. Helped me realize that I could take them much less seriously." The giantess shook her head with a small chuckle, and went about working on the pastry mix. "She hasn't really grown up since highschool, you know?" Georgia said sadly, "Got good grades there a lifetime ago, and thinks that makes her smart now. Never went to university or anything like that. I thought that somebody should drag her out of that shell." Mrs Martina nodded in understanding, and pointed to where the cheeseboard for the dip and crackers was. "Did you really get her a present?" Georgia beamed. "You're such a wise and thoughtful girl Georgia." "Well, I've had a lot of growing up to do this year. You know I might have gotten a job as a remote assistant for a CEO? I might not even need to go to college next year." Lara paused, and looked at her daughter in momentary disbelief. "You might end up being the most successful of any of us. And to think you're still only eighteen." Georgia smiled, and gave a shrug. "I do feel pretty fortunate. Some of my friends took the easier path of parenting grants straight out of highschool, for adopting littles from the orphanage. They love it, but it's a lot of work. Getting to start something else was a good bet." "And you think you'll take this CEO job?" "Almost definitely," Georgia said with a confident smile, standing up taller than ever before. My, but she had grown up. "It's mine if I want it. I've already done it part time for a few months. He's older, married, and on the other side of the country. But he needs somebody who can do my kind of advanced math, to know how their business is performing. Somebody else used to do it, but was a Betweener who had to go to school apparently. There's no other candidates. It's just a job for me if I want it." Lara beamed. "I better get this dip out there," Georgia said with a smile, "I want this to be a really special day." --- The family sat around the tree. Rick was tearing open the next present. A cheer went up as he pulled out an alarm clock with a sprinkler hose. If he stayed in bed for too long, he'd get a face full of water. Perfect for all his comments about being late for work because his alarm didn't go off. He gave a smirk at the room, and rolled his eyes. The chatter picked up as they looked around seeking who would open the next present, and then it was decided that Tim and Jen would go next. For a brief moment, the room was silent, except for the sound of Sasha's rhythmic nursing on her pacifier. Georgia glanced over at her cousin with a smile, watching how she bounced her adoptive daughter on her lap. Mallory was so happy, content to just hold her little with two hands and bounce her through the full hour of present opening. The only sound to come from their way was the pacifier bobbing and a slight diaper crinkle with the larger bounces. Sasha for her part looked, well, like a little. Her face was rather neutral in expression. She sucked on her pacifier and watched the proceedings with the expected obedience. She was being looked after like littles needed to be. Georgia glanced down. Reina sat on the floor facing toward the tree, making a pointed effort not to look back at the only other little in the room. She seemed a bit nervous. Tim and Jen finished opening their package. It was an effective baby starter kit in a box. Jen was expecting. "What's the next one?" Tim picked up the next box, wrapped in red and white christmas paper, and turned it to read the label. "Reina." Eyes turned towards the little. Georgia couldn't resist a smile. Her former tutor looked so tiny and helpless, sitting there amongst a room of bigs opening presents. "She's allowed to open it herself," Georgia said with a nod to Tim for confirmation. He handed the box over, which Reina received with reluctant hands. She began peeling back the tape slowly, seeming to suffer performance anxiety as the room grew quiet, watching her. Sasha's suckling and slight diaper bounce crinkles seemed louder than ever. Finally after a full minute, she slid the shoebox out of the wrapping. The upmarket black box with red trim obviously wasn't a gift of shoes for her - the box was in amazonian size - but it did serve as a rather interpersonal container. Georgia's current heels had come in that box. "What is it?" the drunk cousin asked, sitting up from his reclined seat. Reina seemed to be momentarily frozen, but the question spurred her to take off the lid. Inside, was a Christmas card. She stared at it, then picked it up, placing the box down in front of her. "Why don't you read it out," Mrs Martina suggested. Georgia beamed at her mother. Reina opened the card, and seemed to be struggling to raise her chin and talk loud enough for everybody to hear. It would be the first time the group had heard her speak properly, and even Sasha looked a little more interested from her place on Mallory's lap. "Dear Reina," she began in a pseudo-confident voice, a slight waiver revealed for a moment near the end. "It always made me sad, to imagine you in your apartment, purposefully all alone because you don't like to be bothered. At school, I honestly looked up to you, at least a bit. Metaphorically speaking, of course." She paused as there were a few chuckles at that line, her moment of building confidence shattered. "I decided that when I was moving back, I'd just have to seek you out, and make sure that you came to be with me at Christmas. I got you out of your shell, if you're reading this, and I'm sure that you're grateful to me for teaching you, just like you used to teach me. Today is a thank you, and a reminder that you're amongst those who love you. You are loved." Reina paused, and stared at the card. "That's it?" she finally asked, turning nervously back to glance at Georgia. "Of course hon. You weren't expecting a robot monster to jump out of the box were you?" Reina shook her head, and quickly put the card in her lap. She looked around in relief as they moved onto the next present. "Another pair of booties for Jen. I swear that baby bump is still three months away." "But it's Christmas now," the gift-giver laughed. They kept opening presents. Georgia got free car insurance for the next three years from a more practical family member, which she thought was nice. Even her drunk cousin managed to think of something good with a wonderful pair of earrings which would look good for an elegant night out. And with the circles which Georgia was beginning to move in, it was more probable these days. They kept going, until there was one present left. Jen, as pregnant as she was, had taken up position as gatekeeper of the presents alongside Tim. She leaned across and picked up the last box, looking over it for the label. "Oh, another one for Reina." Reina jerked a little, and sat more upright on her knees and heels. She glanced at the box, and accepted it unenthusiastically as it was slid towards her. "Just tear it off this time honey!" Georgia encouraged, "It's Christmas, it's not the time to be clean. You're just a little anyway." Her former tutor paused, then began tearing off the wrapping as instructed. A bland box with a simple lid sat inside, and there was a card taped to the lid. Reina pulled the card off first. She had the sense to remember the previous command to read it out loud. "Yes. I respected you in highschool," it began, "But then I saw more of the world. Understood how things worked. I got new perspective on all that you were, and how high you were going to achieve. I began to feel distressed about you. A little, all alone. It shouldn't be. My niece Sasha was the prettiest thing in the world, and it made me realize what I wanted to do. What I would be willing to give up in my life for you." Georgia had approached Reina quietly from behind, and reached around to stand the box up, before pulling away the lid. White plastic diapers spilled out, snug folded rectangles sliding right up to Reina's feet. A few pacifiers bounced down too. Reina stared, as if unable to truly believe it. Her mouth still moving but no words coming out. The box was packed full of more supplies, which put Jen's mini baby shower cache to shame. From the bundled clothing toward the back, a single pink cloth piece slid down over the spill of diapers, unraveling and spreading out for everybody to see. It was a footed armless sleeper, in a cute pink with dark purple letters across the chest, very clearly reading "Mommy's Precious Girl." Reina was in disbelief. "That's my gift to you," Georgia said proudly, wrapping her arms around the girl from behind, then delivering a firm possessive kiss on her head. "As I said, you are loved. I'm going to make sure that you're properly taken care of, as I know a little should be as I've now been out in the world, and understand how to properly see what you are." There was a circle of smiles around them. They clearly approved of what an adult Georgia had become. Taking her former little tutor into her care - How noble. "But I-" Reina began. It was all the opening that Georgia needed. She shoved the pacifier in immediately. "Shhh," she cooed, stroking the girl's head and delivering more kisses to the side. "I know about your attempts at an old life. I've already arranged to have your apartment cleaned out. I work with a man who is quite proficient at adopting littles, you know, and he's given me the full rundown on how to do it properly and smoothly. You are part of this family, and belong to me now, and that's the end of it." "Mmph!" Reina replied in disagreement, and Georgia had to hold back a giggle. Oh to see her former tutor like this now. It was nice to have grown up and to understand how to do this. Georgia kept her grip on the pacifier shield, which spanned cheek-to-cheek on Reina's face, and used two big fingers to turn the locking bulb on the front. There was a hiss as the rubber nipple expanded inside, quickly filling up so much that there'd be no way that Reina could remove it - not without a giant's strength to turn the pacifier inflation lock back off. It was an important first step in teaching a little. She talked only when her training giant allowed it. "Mmpphhh!" Reina's objection came, even more muffled than before. It wouldn't be long until Georgia started spanking her for talking back like that. For now, it was Christmas however. Reina quickly stopped her mumbles, looking down at her mouth in horror. The giant pacifier bulb was clearly visible to her on her own face, sticking a good few inches, not to mention bobbing up slightly when she tried to use her tongue. Good lord. It was even cuter than what Georgia had imagined over months now. Her round little cheeks got fatter. Her big eyes and forehead looked comical above the pacifier. Especially around her teeneey little nose. What an absolute improvement! Why had she not thought of this sooner? Why had she needed to travel to understand that she could do this with the little in her life? Years of yearning suddenly made sense in how to be expressed. Reina kicked, and gave a sudden angry girly scream, muffled behind her pacifier. Georgia easily avoided it, then reached around to grab the girl by her bra-strap beneath her top. "Mallory, could you help me dress her?" Mallory smiled, and handed Sasha over to Aunt Mira. "With pleasure." Mrs Martina joined in too, the three women kneeling in the middle of the room in a moment, forming a closed huddle. Little clothes were ripped away, and some of the family members strained to see. Her torn top was thrown out from the group, and then her panties flew out a moment later. There was some crinkling, some powder shaking, and then some loud tape tearing, and some awing, until finally the three women pulled away. Sitting between them, looking rather shocked and still sucking hard on her pacifier, was an effective toddler, and new member of the family. She sat with her legs spread wide to either side, several inches of thick diaper clearly lodged between her crotch and the floor, curving up over her pelvis and bottom. She wore a tiny pink Sunday-Best pink dress, which couldn't seem to decide whether it only reached her diaper or belly-button as she leaned forward or back. A cute wide bonnet was tied around her jaw with a pink ribbon, laced in a way which matched her tight white socks. The socks disappeared beneath adorable cute tiny black mary janes, shining from being a brand new Christmas gift. In one hand she had dropped a doll beside her diaper, while in another she still held onto a rattle with an apparent mindless bewildered grip. She was like a little should be. Cute, pampered, and well taken care of by unyielding giants who knew so much better. Everybody else in the room approved. Well, except maybe Sasha. But she was just a silly little herself, she couldn't know what was best. Still, she'd been with Mallory for awhile now, and maybe even she'd come to understand. "Sasha," Mallory said, "Come here and say hello." Aunt Mira placed the girl down, who quickly waddled over on wavering legs. She was barely managing with her thick diaper, and rushed into her waiting Mommy's arms. Mallory quickly swept her up in a gleeful swing, then turned to hold her out in front of Reina, her feet an inch from the ground. "Wave hello sweetie." Sasha did as she was told. "Now give her a kiss." Sasha hesitated for the briefest moment, then worked it out, leaning forward to pop her pacifier against Reina's. Reina jumped from her stupor at the clack of plastic, then looked at Sasha, then down at herself. Yes, she was starting to get it. She was really part of this family now. This was really happening. She was Georgia's baby - her ex-student. Georgia beamed, and reached out to scoop up her former tutor. Oh my goodness, she screamed inside, just the right weight. Just like how she imagined. It was like holding Sasha, but this little was known to her. She had a foundation to build her new Mommy-Daughter loving relationship on. Soon, Rei would be calling her 'Mommy'. She wouldn't have a choice! Georgia would receive her desired child's love from her inferior former math tutor. "Oh my little ReiRei!" she praised, bringing her 'daughter' up to her chest and chin. She gave a few big kisses, going everywhere, then hefted the girl up over her shoulder. She tried resting the diaper in her hand, finding it felt more right than anything else in her life. More than the rich upper class college boys she'd groped and cupped over the last year. This was something more entirely. This was her baby former-tutor, the small girl who knew nothing of the real world beyond her high achievement in high school years ago. She needed this love, and Georgia was so mature that she was giving it to her. She gave the diaper a good bounce, thinking about how it was now up to her to change Rei. It was a very interpersonal dependence. Rei wouldn't be able to help but look up to her, in more ways than just physically. "I better take her outside, and have a talk," Georgia apologized. "Of course!" her mother encouraged. "I can't believe that I get to be a grandma!" "Well," Georgia said with a smirk, "I could always use help with babysitting." "Any time, absolutely dear!" Lara said enthusiastically, guiding Georgia to the back door with a smile. "You have a nice little bonding session in your new role, just Mommy and daughter. We might start lunch, but I'll be sure to save you something. I'm just so proud that my daughter's all grown up!" Georgia smiled, and let her mother open and close the back sliding door behind her, stepping out onto the porch. She found a nice deck chair under cover. There was no noise except their movement and the lonely wind. She sat down, and then sat ReiRei back into her lap. Wow. Just look at her. Georgia had never seen anything so beautiful. So in need of care. She thought Rei's piggy childish features were cute before - but now that she was in diapers and short dress, it was off the chart. It dawned on her that in those four years, she'd never seen Rei in a dress. Always frumpy things trying to make her look older than she was. "Oh Rei..." she whispered, having to lean forward and kiss her former tutor on the forehead again. She owned her now. She owned Rei. Was her Mommy. It was time to make that clear. Over the next one and a half hours, she hugged her, bounced her, tickled her, and even sang to her. She gave few rhymes about how Mommy was here, Mommy was always in control, Mommy always knew best. By the time that she came back in, Rei was reasonably mollified, sitting in Georgia's arms with a neutral expression closer to Sasha's. They approached the table, where the family was well into their Christmas lunch. Georgia glanced over, and saw Sasha sitting in a highchair, a fair amount of brown christmas mush spread around her mouth and on her bib. She smiled at that, and gave a knowing look at Rei, who promptly turned pink and buried her face in Georgia's shoulder. Georgia quickly slid the girl down, so that her face ended up in her cleavage, and teasingly gasped. "Now Rei. I told you that there'll be none of that. I'm not expressing. Yet." Rei quickly pulled her face away, and looked around with a blush, sucking harder on her oversized pacifier. A few of the sitting grownups laughed. "Could you hold her for a moment please?" Georgia asked, handing Rei to her mother. "Sure," Mrs Martina beamed, taking Rei with a big grin and sitting her diapered bottom on her lap. Georgia left, then returned again a moment later, holding a fold out highchair which she'd fetched from her car. "I don't want to feed her here today. She'll be starting on bottles a bit later. Pure liquid diet for a few weeks until I build her up to whole foods again. But I want her to sit here, and be part of the family." The rather mature eighteen year old set up the highchair. She placed it opposite Sasha, so that the two littles could look at each other. Satisfied, she fetched her former-tutor-turned-pouty-faced-daughter from her mother, and returned to the highchair. Rei went in, her minor bit of struggling proving pointless. Georgia quickly had her strapped in tightly, then gave her a big wet kiss on her fat baby-like cheek. "Now you be good for Mommy, while I eat the grownup food. Isn't 'this is much better than that dreary lonely apartment that you want to go back to. Soon we're never going to speak of that again - this is your life now, and you're just my baby. I think you'll understand, when I change your first diaper, then another, and then another. It's going to be interesting once we get you back onto solid foods." She pondered it for a moment, letting it sink in, then gave Reina one more big kiss on her cheek as the girl - her former tutor - looked horrified. "Merry Christmas." -- (Author's Note: I was writing this story, when I saw this picture by HofBondage, which served as the perfect extra inspiration for the present scene).

glycerine, have you tried a roll-ed up kotex pad? It you roll it over the plastic stickiness, like a sleeping bag, it makes a great plug, especially because it gets thicker when the enema water hits it. also, i dont really understand storing the metamucil overnight, or even making it cold. I always get lukewarm enemas, i can always take more that way, and the metamucil will just all settle overnight. maybe i'm missing something... also, bananas are amazing metamucil substitutes.