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Chapter 78: Rolling! I FOLLOWED GARY back and exited the HoloStage into a large, well-lit room with makeup counters, spaces to hang costumes, changing rooms, and even a few bathroom doors off the side. A rack of costumes was labeled with ‘C. Slane,’ amidst others for most of the cast. I noted that I had more than most characters on the rack. Beth and Charlotte were the only others with their own rack. Gary walked over to the end of the rack and grabbed a bag labeled with ‘Scene 9’ on it. “Go ahead and get changed in there,” he pointed to a side room. I was mildly surprised to be sent to change off alone, given the intimate nature of the future costume changes, but I didn’t look the gift horse in the mouth! This first scene was held in the office, so I was still wearing my ‘big boy’ clothes, so to speak. The khakis and button-down shirt, with a simple pair of brown loafers, went on quickly. I exited the changing room, having hung up my uniform, and found Charlotte having Isabella giving her a hand with her hair. She was already dressed in a business skirt-suit that looked appropriate for a powerful CEO. “Come on over here, Connor,” Gary said. “Did you, by chance, pick up that makeup?” I blushed, “I have it in my backpack?” “Can you go get it?” I nodded and found where we had put it away earlier, handing it to him. He picked me up and settled me in the tall chair before he unsealed the new makeup package. I sat still while he gently brushed it onto my face. “Why don’t we use your phone for this?” He suggested. I found my phone in my bag and connected to the new nanites. “What now?” I asked. “Here,” he said as he fiddled with his phone, and a second later, mine asked to accept a transfer. A second later, I saw thirty presets that had just been added to my options. “Select the businessman setting,” he told me. I nodded, selected it, and then looked in the mirror. There wasn’t a massive shift in my appearance, but my face smoothed out, and the colors shifted slightly. I knew that without that color shift, the lighting would wash my face out in the cameras. “That was simple!” I said to him. “Yep!” He motioned to Isabella, “She’ll take care of your hair now. Charlotte, do you mind if we use one of my presets?” She shrugged, “Go for it, though you might want to look through some of my existing looks first?” He shook his head, “I know what I’m looking for here. You probably have something similar, but I know this setting will look good on camera for your character?” “I’m in your hands, Gary; you already seem pretty good at this.” I wanted to watch Charlotte’s look change, but Bella was already gripping and brushing my hair tightly. “Connor, you have amazing hair!” I blushed, “Thanks.” “I very rarely see any male Littles with hair like this. Fortunately, it makes this film easier, but it’s also fun to play with! I can’t wait for some of the later scenes!” “Umm… thanks…” I said nervously. After a warning, my hair was pulled into a low ponytail and sprayed with what I first assumed was a thin layer of hairspray. When Bella took her phone out, I learned it wasn’t that. “What are you doing?” I asked. “This is an ultra-hold nanite spray for hair. It’ll help us make sure your hair stays put!” “How long does it last?” I asked. She shrugged, “A couple days to a week of washing it will take it all out. I can also simply deactivate them before you leave, too, and they’ll fall off immediately.” “That’s kind of cool,” I told her. “Yeah, it is! Definitely helps not having to redo your hair constantly!” She smiled. A few minutes later, Charlotte asked, “Ready to get started?” I looked up at her and noted how stern her face looked. Between the look they’d done with the makeup, plus the skirt suit, she seemed rather severe and very much like someone who didn’t take anything from anyone! The clothes and makeup also made her appear to be in her early thirties more than a young college girl. “Sure,” I said nervously. I slid down the seat and made the rather tall jump to the attached chair step and then another down to the ground. “Careful!” Isabella said nervously. I just smiled at her, “I’m fine.” “Come on,” Charlotte said, leading me into the soundstage to begin filming. BETH SPENT TIME in what was the command center for Will, who was serving as the Director of Photography. She could see several holographic displays before him, denoting the four cameras they had set up for the shots. One was tight on Connor’s face, another was tight on Charlotte’s face, a third focused on framing the two of them still relatively tightly, and the fourth was a wide angle of their entire room. You could see the holo characters around the room moving from place to place and seemingly working in the busy office. Connor was sitting in a modified office chair for his size and using a Little-sized keyboard. She’d heard more than a few ‘awws’ about his look from the other crew members as they watched the screens! As shooting began, Beth had to admit that Charlotte and Connor had terrific screen chemistry together. Beth guessed Connor could have been a reasonably decent actor in his own right, but working with Charlotte made him one of the best Littles she’d seen on screen. “I don’t think that camera picked up him looking nervous enough,” Sebastian said after they ran the scene for the second time. “We could move the shot on the two of them to a closeup from the other side? That would give us two on him?” Will said. “Yeah, that would help,” Sebastian agreed. “What a direct heat beam on him? Get him to sweat some?” Owen suggested. “Worth a try!” Sebastian said. “Let’s reset and run the scene from the top. Connor, when she suggests dinner, I need you to sell just how nervous you are at the idea!” When Sebastian again called ‘action’ on the scene, Beth watched it improve. She watched the scene go through and reach the place they hadn’t been happy with before. Charlotte said, “And you should be! You’ve literally saved the company!” she squeezed him briefly in an uninvited hug. She pushed away and stood beside him, “I know this may sound awkward, but I would like to have you over for dinner later as a thank you? I’m a great cook?” Beth watched as Brian began to actively sweat underneath the heat lamp they had directed to him. He ran his hands together and then pulled at his collar for a second, “Just dinner?” he asked. As they completed the scene with Charlotte present, he breathed a sigh of relief before seeming to remind himself, “She’s safe… She’s supposed to be one of the good ones.” He looked around the room as if for clarification on the thought and turned back to the screen where he was coding something in real-time. “And cut!!!” Sebastian called, “That was great!” “What’s next again?” Charlotte asked. “Scene thirteen, ‘Inside Brian’s Apartment,’ Kelly responded. Beth felt her hatred for the girl rise every day, but at least they had managed to relegate her to nothing more than tracking if they had recorded all of the scenes in the script. “Why are we doing things so out of order?” She found herself asking, even as the soundstage was instantaneously changed to an apartment that Connor’s character was supposed to live in. “There are a whole bunch of reasons,” Sebastian said as he watched Connor go with Gary out of the stage to get changed for the next scene. “Number one is when personnel are available. Connor has earlier classes ending on this day, so trying to get as many of his scenes out of the way as possible made sense.” “Why not film in order though?” He shrugged, “Pretty common. Since we assemble everything later anyway, it’s easier sometimes to look at the logistics. We also have the special treatment we’ll be using for him to create Brianna’s appearance, that’s not needed at this point in the script. We’ll hit those spots on the weekend to have the whole time before undoing it. We’ll get the rest of Connor’s ‘Brian’ scenes on Friday so we can focus on those, and with any luck, we can be ‘in the can’ by Sunday.” Beth shook her head, “This is way more involved than I expected for an intro class.” Sebastian laughed, “It’s more involved than I think any other groups will go. The exception will be Connor’s script.” He shook his head, “Connor’s script was incredibly cool, but I heard that group is struggling with it right now.” “Why?” “The tech and the scenery?” Sebastian shrugged, “I think we would have figured it out with Connor’s help, but it was definitely one of my few worries about it myself.” Connor was dressed in the correct day of clothes and returned to the ‘apartment.’ “Okay, Connor,” Sebastian said, “I want you to go ahead and unlock the apartment door with your wristband, then enter. We will do this a few times to get the entrance correct.” “Okay,” Connor said. Beth watched as he entered a half-dozen times, and they used their four cameras in multiple views for each take. Connor was good about landing on the same mark so they could continue to the next part of the scene. “Okay, Connor, for this next part, you will continue into your bedroom. Pull out the middle drawer and grab the purple pajamas. I’d like to film this segment in one take a few times?” “Got it,” Connor said. Beth watched as he did what was asked several times, and finally, they moved to the point where he said. “Now, we’re not going to film you changing,” Sebastian assured him, “but I want you to walk to the bed with them, place them down on it, and start to pull up on your shirt. We’ll cut then to you coming out of the bedroom fully dressed.” Will asked for a few takes to get the right camera angles. “Go see Gary and Isabella, and come on back out here,” Sebastian said to him. Beth watched the workings around her and could tell that Sebastian and Charlotte brought a sense of professionalism to the set, unlike what was probably present with the other crews. “That seemed like a lot for what, two sentences in the script?” Beth said to Sebastian. “Probably could have taken more time with it, honestly,” he told her. “If this was a big production, they might have done it in one take, but I could also see someone breaking it down further.” “That’s nuts,” Beth said. Beth watched right then as the door to the costume area opened back up and revealed Connor wearing the really cute purple satin pajamas. “Oh my god, you’re soooo adorable!!!” Kelly apparently couldn’t help herself. “Kelly…” Sebastian said. “Sorry Sebastian…” Beth looked at Kelly and was pretty sure the look on her face was not one of someone who was sorry! I EXITED THE costume area in my costume of purple satin pajamas and bunny slippers to immediately hear the fingernails on the chalkboard voice of Kelly cooing over me. I was about to say something myself, but Sebastian laid down the law first and walked her to another corner to continue getting onto her. Charlotte came out behind me as they planned to film her side scene on the other side of a ‘wall’ behind my apartment. We would be talking to each other over the phone, so they wanted views of both of us. She came over and put her hand on my back. “You okay?” I nodded, “Yeah, I have to be honest; adorable probably does describe me right now?” She giggled, “Yes, and the awkwardly braided hair with the bow at the end doesn’t help that?” I groaned, “Isabella thought it was a good idea?” “She was right!” Charlotte said. “Now, let’s get to our places and see if we can knock out this scene as fast as we did the last one. I figured we’d have to spend half the night on the first one getting you comfortable on camera.” I shrugged, “It’s not that weird?” She laughed, “I’m glad you think that. Now, I’m going to go to my side; you go to yours, and we’ll have this little chat!” I nodded and moved to the bedroom door. I would be exiting to come into the living room. When Sebastian called ‘Action!’ I moved from the bedroom to the couch as planned, grabbing my phone from the counter along the way. I sat down, wrapped myself in a blanket, and looked at the phone. I sighed as I could see the message come through. A pre-recorded voice of Charlotte reading the line was played aloud, with the knowledge the audio would be edited in the cutting room. I stared at it momentarily before standing up and walking to the computer. “Cut!” I heard. “Do we want to break that up more?” Will asked Sebastian. “Are you getting the shots you need?” He asked him back. “I think so?” “Let’s do it a couple more times. We’ll look at the dailies later, and if we need to, we’ll reshoot this section Friday?” Sebastian suggested. “That works,” Will agreed. “So, the searching part next?” Connor asked. “Yes,” Sebastian replied. “You got those sites to work the right way?” I laughed, “That part’s child’s play Sebastian!” I added, “Just let me know when you’re ready.” When ‘action’ was again called, I began doing a ‘search’ for information on the nanite treatment that was the next part of the story. Everything looked highly realistic, and I knew they were capturing the screen directly for us to include. Information about ‘designated guardian required, or ‘adoption required’ being shown on the screen would have disheartened my character. We did the search sequence three times and finally started the calling sequence. I picked up the prop cell phone and dialed. “Hello?” Charlotte said. “I want the deal in writing…” I paused, “And you have to promise me no hypnosis or alterations to me besides the nanite treatment.” “Deal!” Charlotte said, and I couldn’t help but note the sound of some excitement there. “Also, I don’t want to eat baby food!” I said the line and was grateful that my character at least said that. We finished the rest of the scene of lines up, and then they had me walk to a tall mirror in the bedroom where I said my final line, “I just hope I don’t regret this…” “Connor, can you do that line again?” Sebastian said. “I want you to sound a bit more hopeful… maybe the world isn’t ending for you?” I looked up at the tall guy and said, “Uh… okay…” I redid the line as he requested. He and Will liked it better, at least. “Okay, that was one of the easier sets of scenes done,” Charlotte said as she returned from her side. Now for one of the tougher ones.” I nodded, “How are we going to work the changing scene at the car?” “I say you just treat it like you normally get your diapee changed by your nest mommy,” Kelly’s voice came like fingernails on a chalkboard. I looked up at her. Her face wore this horrible grin, even as she held a diaper and some wipes out to Charlotte. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the Like button and leave a comment! I had a really productive first half of the week, so if I can get myself to do more of the same through Saturday night I might be inclined to get a bonus again this week. I'll need some incentive from some likes though! (At least 25 seems reasonable?)

Have not shared this before. One of an armed and diapered series I drew. The Moe gap of a cute girl in a diaper with a weapon is perfect I think. The joke with this character was that she is from a Survival Horror game (Like Resident Evil but with zombie nannies) who spends the entire game looking for a pair of pants.

Chaper 43: Daily Report for Patrick - Tuesday Dear Susan, I hope this note finds you well. It was a pleasure having Patrick at the daycare today, and I wanted to share some highlights from his time with us. Feeding Time: Patrick enjoyed a total of four bottles today. He eagerly guzzled down his warm formula during feeding times, and we made sure to provide the comforting routine he's familiar with. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, and we promptly attended to his needs to ensure his comfort. Poppy Diaper Change #1: Mid-morning brought about a poppy surprise, which was swiftly taken care of. Poppy Diaper Change #2: After lunch, Patrick had another poppy diaper change. It seems his digestive system was quite active today! Wet and Poppy Diaper: Before heading home, there was one more combined wet and poppy diaper change to ensure a fresh and clean end to the day. Lunch: For lunch, Patrick enjoyed a nutritious meal with a variety of babyfood, including 2 glasses of prunes and carrot and 1 glass of applesauce. He seemed to relish the flavors, and we made sure he had his fill. Playtime and Nap: Throughout the day, Patrick engaged in playful activities with the other toddlers in the playpen. The lack of a highchair for Patrick wasn't a hindrance during lunch; we accommodated him on Mrs. Simmons' knee. After a lively afternoon, he had a restful nap. The makeshift nap area served its purpose, providing a comfortable spot for Patrick to recharge. It was delightful to see Patrick interact with his fellow toddlers and explore the activities we had planned. I hope this report gives you insight into his day at the daycare. If you have any questions or if there's anything specific you'd like us to focus on, please let me know. Looking forward to our next day together! Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Friday Dear Susan, I hope this report finds you well. Today was an eventful day with Patrick at the daycare, and I wanted to provide you with an overview of his experiences. Temper Tantrums: Throughout the day, Patrick exhibited several temper tantrums, especially during lunch and naptime. It seemed like he was expressing his frustrations, and we did our best to comfort him and address his needs. Feeding Time: Patrick showed a strong aversion to solid food today, refusing to eat any offered meals. Despite our efforts to introduce different textures and flavors, he seemed more inclined towards his formula. He consumed a total of six bottles of formula throughout the day, and we made sure he stayed hydrated and nourished. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, which we promptly changed to ensure his comfort. Poppy Diaper Change: Mid-morning brought about a poppy diaper change. It seems his digestive system was active once again. Wet Diaper #2: After lunch, Patrick had another wet diaper change to maintain cleanliness. Poppy Diaper Change #2: Before naptime, there was one more poppy diaper change to ensure he was snug during his rest. Playtime and Nap: Despite the temper tantrums, Patrick engaged in some playtime activities with the other toddlers. Naptime, however, was challenging due to his reluctance to settle down. We worked to provide a calm and soothing environment, although he remained fussy. It's essential to highlight the need for open communication. If there are specific preferences or concerns regarding Patrick's routine, please let us know. We want to ensure his time at the daycare is as enjoyable and comfortable as possible. Thank you for entrusting us with Patrick's care. We look forward to his next day at the daycare. Warm regards, Mrs. Simmons Daily Report for Patrick - Tuesday Dear Susan, I hope this report reaches you in good health. Tuesday brought about some interesting moments with Patrick at the daycare, and I wanted to provide you with an update. Poppy Diaper Blowout Incident: During the mid-morning play, we encountered an unexpected poppy diaper blowout. It required a bit more cleanup than usual, and we want to assure you that Patrick was promptly attended to, ensuring his hygiene and comfort. Please be advised to pack additional spare clothes for him during drop-off to handle such situations more efficiently. Feeding Time: Patrick had a good day during feeding time. He consumed his meals without any resistance and seemed content. We made sure to offer a variety of baby foods, keeping in mind his preferences. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick started the day with a wet diaper, and we changed him promptly to maintain a clean and dry environment. Poppy Diaper Change: The incident mentioned above occurred during the mid-morning poppy diaper change. Wet Diaper #2: After lunch, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to keep him comfortable. Poppy Diaper Change #2: Before naptime, he needed another poppy diaper change, which was handled with care. Playtime and Nap: Patrick engaged well in playtime activities with the other toddlers. Naptime was relatively peaceful, and he rested comfortably after a bit of initial fussiness. Special Request: In light of the poppy diaper blowout, we kindly request you to pack additional spare clothes for Patrick when bringing him to the daycare next time. This will help us handle unforeseen situations more efficiently and ensure his well-being. As always, we appreciate your trust in our care for Patrick. If you have any specific concerns or preferences, please feel free to communicate with us. Looking forward to another day of fun and care with Patrick. Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Monday Dear Susan, I trust you had a pleasant Monday. Here is a summary of Patrick's day at the daycare: Feeding Time: During the morning bottle feeding, Patrick experienced a brief moment of spit-up. It was a minor occurrence, likely due to a combination of swallowing air. We addressed it promptly, ensuring Patrick was cleaned and changed into fresh clothes. After this incident, he continued with the rest of his feedings without any issues. Patrick seemed content and enjoyed the remaining bottles throughout the day. Diaper Changes: Wet Diaper #1: Patrick began the day with a wet diaper, promptly changed to maintain cleanliness. Wet Diaper #2: After the morning feeding, we changed him into a fresh diaper. Diaper Blowout: Unfortunately, there was a diaper blowout incident during naptime, resulting in the need for an additional change. Patrick was cleaned thoroughly, and his clothes were changed to ensure his continued comfort. Wet Diaper #3: Following naptime, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to maintain hygiene. Wet Diaper #4: After lunch, another diaper change was necessary to keep him dry. Wet Diaper #5: In the late afternoon, we changed Patrick's wet diaper to maintain cleanliness. Wet Diaper #6: The final diaper change of the day was performed before heading home. Playtime and Nap: Patrick engaged well in playtime activities with the other toddlers. Despite the diaper blowout during naptime, he seemed to rest peacefully afterward. The spit-up incident was handled with care, and Patrick showed no signs of discomfort afterward. If you have any specific concerns or preferences, please feel free to let us know. Looking forward to another day of delightful moments with Patrick. Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Daily Report for Patrick - Friday Dear Susan, I hope this report finds you well. Here is a detailed summary of Patrick's day at the daycare: Feeding Time: Patrick displayed a noticeable reluctance to consume solid foods today. Despite our efforts to introduce various options, he firmly refused them. However, during the morning feeding session, he drank three bottles of formula. Unfortunately, this led to a substantial spit-up incident shortly afterward. We promptly cleaned him up and changed his clothes to ensure his comfort. Diaper Changes: Poppy Diaper #1: The first poppy diaper change occurred in the late morning. It was relatively liquid in nature, and Patrick was changed promptly. Wet Diaper #1: Following naptime, we changed Patrick into a fresh diaper to maintain hygiene. Poppy Diaper #2: Another poppy diaper change was needed in the afternoon, similar to the previous incident. Patrick was cleaned thoroughly, and fresh clothes were provided to him. Despite his aversion to solid foods, Patrick seemed content and engaged during playtime. We will continue to monitor his preferences and make adjustments as needed. Wishing you a joyful holiday season ahead and we look forward to welcoming Patrick back in the new year! Warm regards, Mrs. Simmons Chapter 44: As Mommy lovingly changed my poppy nighttime diaper, the familiar feeling of the changing table beneath and the mobile spinning above me. Nursery daycare had become my routine for the past few weeks. The combination of baby talk, diaper changes, and playtime with the other toddler had become highlights of my life. From my job at Mommy Mag to daycare, from adult responsibilities to toddler whims. I found solace in the simplicity of my nursery days. The familiarity of Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons, the playpen adventures, and even the unexpected poppy incidents became threads in the fabric of my transformed reality. The nursery had become a pivotal backdrop in my life The soft coos and gentle baby talk from Mommy were both comforting and a stark reminder of my regression, as she secured the tapes on my fresh diaper. Mommy carefully picked out a festive green and red elf-themed onesie, complete with little jingle bells on the pointed hat. As she dressed me, her soft words filled the room. "There we go, my little elf! You're going to spread so much holiday cheer today," Mommy cooed, her fingers gently fastening the buttons. The snug fit of the onesie, coupled with the jingling sound of the bells, added an extra layer of holiday magic to the moment. Looking up at Mommy with a twinkle in my eye, I couldn't help but feel a warmth in my heart despite the surreal nature of my situation. "Is Santa really at the mall?" I asked, my voice a curious blend of adult skepticism and the innocent curiosity Mommy had coaxed out of me. Mommy giggled, her eyes filled with playful delight. "Well, you never know, my little one. We might just catch a glimpse of him! Now, let's get ready for our Christmas shopping adventure." As Mommy gathered her purse and the diaper bag, she glanced at me with a loving smile. "Are you excited, my little elf?" she asked, her babytalking tone bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. I nodded, playing along with the holiday spirit that surrounded us. "Yeah, Mommy, I'm excited." I replied, embracing the temporary joy and enchantment that the festive season promised. With that, we headed out to the mall, the jingle of my elf-themed outfit echoing with each step. The mall buzzed with the energy of last-minute Christmas shoppers, each person focused on finding the perfect gift or enjoying the festive ambiance. Mommy guided me through the bustling crowds, the rhythmic jingling of my elf-themed onesie bells harmonizing with the lively atmosphere. "Look at all the twinkling lights, Patrick!" Mommy exclaimed, pointing to the festively adorned decorations that hung from the ceiling. I craned my neck to take in the spectacle, my adult mind momentarily overridden by the enchantment of the season. As we strolled through the mall, passing storefronts adorned with sparkling ornaments and elaborate window displays, Mommy continued to narrate our surroundings with festive excitement. The combination of twinkling lights, holiday music, and the scent of cinnamon from a nearby bakery contributed to the magical ambiance. Despite my adult consciousness, I found myself getting caught up in the festive spirit that permeated the air. Mommy steered us toward various stores, each adorned with Christmas decorations and festive displays. She stopped at one shop with an array of holiday-themed goodies, encouraging me to take in the sights and sounds. "Let's pick out some special treats for our Christmas celebration, Patrick. What do you think?" she asked, the anticipation evident in her voice. As Mommy and I traversed the crowded mall, the curious gazes of fellow shoppers followed us like a spotlight. Whispers and hushed comments danced around us, casting a surreal symphony of reactions to my toddler-elf attire. Some passersby couldn't help but smile, charmed by the sight of a grown man in an elf onesie, while others exchanged puzzled glances, attempting to decipher the unconventional scene before them. A group of teenagers passed by, their laughter rising as they eyed me with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "Look at that guy! Is he lost or something?" one of them exclaimed, prompting a burst of giggles from the rest. Mommy, undeterred by the attention, responded with a reassuring smile and a subtle nod, her demeanor radiating confidence and maternal warmth. An elderly couple, likely grandparents themselves, paused to watch us stroll by. "Well, isn't he the cutest little elf? Must be embracing the holiday spirit!" the grandmother remarked, her words accompanied by a chuckle. The grandfather nodded in agreement, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. The comments, both positive and bewildered, continued to swirl around us as we navigated the mall. Mommy, adept at deflecting judgment with a blend of pride and affection, held my hand tightly, assuring me that the opinions of strangers were inconsequential. With each comment, I felt a mix of embarrassment and a peculiar acceptance of my transformed reality. Yet, with Mommy by my side, I trudged through the sea of judgments, determined to embrace the festive spirit despite the unconventional circumstances. As Mommy and I continued our festive journey through the mall, my attention was diverted by the sight of a familiar face. In the bustling crowd, there they were – another toddler from Mrs. Henderson's daycare, accompanied by his mother. The recognition sparked a mix of emotions in me, part camaraderie and part the reminder of my shared nursery experience with these little ones. "Look, Patrick, it's your friend from daycare!" Mommy exclaimed, as we approached a cheerful woman with a warm smile. Bradley, dressed in his own toddler-sized holiday outfit, glanced in our direction and beamed with excitement. I felt a sense of connection with Bradley, as if we shared a silent understanding of the peculiar journey we were both on. The mothers engaged in friendly conversation, exchanging pleasantries about the holiday season and the joys of parenting, albeit under different circumstances. Bradley's mother, though initially taken aback by my unique situation, proved to be open-minded and friendly. She smiled warmly at Mommy and engaged in small talk, graciously accepting the unusual circumstances that defined my current life. "Your little elf is quite the attention-grabber," she remarked with a chuckle, stealing a glance at my diapered state. "I've never seen anything quite like this. Is it a special holiday tradition or something?" Mommy, adept at navigating such inquiries, responded with a smile. "Oh, you know, we like to add our own flair to the festive season. It's all in good fun!" Bradley's mother nodded, clearly processing the information. "Well, I guess everyone has their unique ways of celebrating. Bradley, say hi to your friend here!" Bradley, still captivated by our encounter, managed a shy wave, his eyes wide with curiosity. I reciprocated with a small wave and a hint of a smile, feeling a peculiar sense of camaraderie with my fellow toddler, Bradley. As the mothers continued their conversation, the initial surprise seemed to transform into a genuine acceptance of our peculiar circumstances. Bradley's mother, with a warm smile, shared her excitement about Bradley starting potty training soon. "We've got the little potty all set up at home. It's a big step, but he seems ready." Mommy responded cheerfully, "That's wonderful! Potty training is such a milestone. We're not quite there yet, but we have our own unique journey, don't we, Patrick?" I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and resignation. Meanwhile, Bradley's mother, glancing down, took note of my sagging diaper. A hint of surprise flickered across her face, but she maintained her polite demeanor. "Oh, I see! Well, each child has their own pace," she replied, choosing her words carefully. "Bradley was showing some signs of readiness, but I suppose every child is different." The two mothers continued their conversation, seamlessly blending discussions of holiday plans, family traditions, and the joys of parenting. Meanwhile, Bradley and I stood side by side, both encapsulated in our respective journeys toward independence—one starting the adventure of potty training, the other navigating the unique challenges of regressed adulthood. Mommy chuckled and wished Bradley and his mother good luck with the upcoming potty training adventure. Bradley’s mother, with a grin, once again glanced at my sagging diaper and remarked, "Well, judging by Patrick's current state, he's not quite there yet. Maybe someday, right, Patrick?" I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and humor. "Yeah, maybe someday," Mommy responded, playing along with the lighthearted banter. The mothers shared a friendly laugh, and with holiday wishes exchanged, our paths diverged as they continued with their shopping, leaving Mommy to navigate the bustling mall with her diaper-clad elf in tow. As we strolled through the mall, we passed a festive stage where Santa was seated, surrounded by excited children and their families. Mommy glanced down at me and playfully asked, "What do you think, Patrick? Want to meet Santa?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of curiosity and shyness. "Uh, I don't know, Mommy," I mumbled, glancing at the long line of eager kids waiting for their turn with Santa. "Come on, little elf! Let's go say hi to Santa," she declared, guiding me towards the jolly man in the red suit. The children and parents in line giggled at the sight of a diaper-clad elf being dragged by his mommy. As Mommy got us in line to meet Santa, I couldn't shake the skeptical side of my adult mind that knew Santa wasn't real. Yet, my infantilized brain, fueled by curiosity and excitement, couldn't resist the allure of the festive spectacle. As the line inched forward, the scent of hot cocoa and cinnamon filled the air, creating a magical atmosphere that even the adult part of me couldn't entirely resist. Mommy whispered sweet words of encouragement, and my toddler instincts took over, filling me with giddy excitement. As we approached Santa, the details of his appearance became more vivid. The enchanting figure of Santa Claus sat on a majestic, plush red throne with gold trim, adorned with festive holiday decorations. His suit, a rich velvety red, was accentuated by fluffy white fur lining the edges. The iconic black belt with a large, polished buckle cinched his waist. Santa's rosy, cherubic cheeks glowed with warmth, and his twinkling blue eyes sparkled with merriment. His snowy white beard cascaded down in perfect waves, framing a kind and benevolent smile. The strands of silver in his beard hinted at the wisdom acquired through countless holiday seasons. A red and white hat perched atop his head completed the iconic ensemble, with the white pom-pom swaying gently as he greeted each child. The scene was reminiscent of a classic Christmas storybook brought to life. The attention to detail in Santa's appearance, from the intricate embroidery on his suit to the gleaming spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, painted a picture of the real deal. Finally, it was our turn. Santa greeted us with a hearty "Ho ho ho! Well, hello there, you’re a big one aren’t you?” Santa chuckled. As I gingerly settled onto Santa's lap, a mixture of excitement and curiosity swirled within me. To my surprise, Santa looked at me with a knowing twinkle in his eye and addressed me by name. "Well, hello there, Patrick," he boomed in a warm, jovial voice that resonated with the essence of the holiday season. My eyes widened with amazement. How did Santa know my name? The enchantment of the moment momentarily erased any skepticism, and I found myself caught up in the magic of the encounter. I sat on Santa's knee, my eyes wide with awe as I gazed up at the jolly figure in the red suit. The twinkling lights adorned the festive backdrop, and the air was filled with the scent of pine and holiday cheer. The enchanting ambiance of the Christmas grotto surrounded us as Santa, with a hearty smile, spoke my name as if he had known me forever. Santa's presence was strikingly authentic. His bushy white beard cascaded down, framing a friendly face that seemed to embody the spirit of the season. The rosy hue of his cheeks and the twinkle in his eyes radiated warmth and merriment. His crimson suit, lined with fluffy white fur, completed the iconic look of the beloved figure. For a moment, the grown-up side of my mind hesitated, fully aware that Santa was just a symbol of the season. But then, the childlike excitement within me took over. I began listing off toys and goodies with genuine enthusiasm, feeling the magic of Christmas infuse every word. However, just as the festive spirit reached its peak, a soft squelching sensation beneath me disrupted the joyous occasion. The realization that I had popped my diaper right there on Santa's lap struck me like a sudden frosty breeze. Santa, rather than reacting with shock or disappointment, responded with an unexpected sense of humor. His laughter echoed through the grotto as he jovially remarked, "Well, it seems we've got a little surprise here, Patrick. Maybe you're wishing for your potty training back for Christmas, or perhaps just a nice, clean diaper!" The embarrassment washed over me, as I sat on Santa's knee, the atmosphere in the Christmas grotto shifted. Whispers and gasps rippled through the crowd as onlookers noticed the unmistakable sign of my poppy diaper. Embarrassment flooded my cheeks, and I felt the familiar sting of tears welling up. I clenched my tiny fists, ready to let out a cry that matched the intensity of my humiliation. But just as the first whimper escaped my lips, Santa, with a twinkle in his eye, reached into his bag of surprises. To my astonishment, he pulled out a pacifier, as if by magic. The pacifier was adorned with my name, and it seemed to materialize from thin air, instantly capturing my attention. As Santa handed me the pacifier, the room fell silent, all eyes still on us. The twinkling lights and festive melodies surrounded me, but it was the comforting presence of the pacifier that became my anchor in that moment. I hesitated for a second, the desire to resist such an infantile gesture tugging at my pride. Yet, as the pacifier touched my lips, a surprising sense of calm washed over me. The soothing rhythm of sucking on the familiar silicone allowed me to escape as the world outside the grotto seemed to fade away, leaving only the enchanting Christmas scene and Santa's compassionate gaze. In that enchanted moment, as the pacifier danced between my lips, a peculiar sensation swept over me. It was as if the magic of Christmas had seeped into every fiber of my being, momentarily dissolving the boundaries between adult consciousness and infantile delight. A giggling fit bubbled up within me, a melodic chorus that harmonized with the festive jingles in the air. Santa, seemingly attuned to this whimsical transformation, mirrored my joy with a hearty chuckle of his own. His eyes twinkled with a knowing warmth, as if he understood the peculiar blend of embarrassment and pure, unbridled amusement that had taken hold of me. With each contented giggle, my infantile mindset took the reins, momentarily overshadowing the adult reservations that lingered at the edges of my awareness. In the midst of my laughter, an unexpected warmth spread through my diaper, marking the arrival of yet another wet surprise. The diaper, already damp and soiled from the earlier poppy incident, now embraced a new layer of wetness. As the sensation registered, a mischievous grin crossed my face, my infantile self reveling in the freedom. Santa, ever the jolly figure of generosity, continued to share in the laughter. With each giggle that bubbled from my lips, I surrendered a bit more to the enchantment of the moment. Santa, with his rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, beamed at us as if he held the secret to everlasting joy. As Mommy, with a bemused smile, led me away from the spectacle, the onlookers' murmurs became a distant hum. My diaper, laden with the evidence of my newfound merriment, sagged between my legs, a visible testament to the unexpected twists that Christmas magic could weave. Santa's hearty laughter accompanied us, his farewell resonating through the grotto. "Merry Christmas, Patrick! I'll be seeing you soon, little one!" His words hung in the air. Mommy, guided me through the crowd, my soiled diaper sagging low underneath my elf onesie. Her gentle babytalk soothed my giddy heart, aligning seamlessly with the joyful cadence of the season. As Mommy and I strolled through the festive mall, my diaper laden with the remnants of our encounter with Santa, hung heavily between my legs, as we neared Bradley and his mother once again, having watched the whole scene from a distance. Their presence sparked a renewed curiosity in my infantile mind. Bradley's mother, with a bemused expression, cast a glance at my sagging and soiled diaper, my pacifier gently bobbing with each giggly breath. Her remark, though audible only in my adult ears, carried a tone of both amusement and acknowledgment. "Perhaps he truly does belong in diapers," she mused, her eyes flitting between Mommy and me. The chuckle that escaped her lips hinted at a shared understanding, a recognition of the whimsical reality I now inhabited. I continued to giggle, the pacifier now a comforting constant in my mouth, fueled my contentment as droplets of drool escaped its confines. Mommy, attuned to the rhythm of my infantile joy, cradled me closer. As we continued our journey, the echoes of Bradley's mother's laughter lingered in the air, mommy's comforting embrace and the rhythmic sway of my sagging diaper propelled us deeper into the heart of the holiday magic.

It's nearly 11pm. I'm going to bed soon. It's dropped back to 28C (humidity 80%). We currently have: 1. An active monsoon trough to the north promising biblical rainfall/heat/humidity 2. Cyclone "Kirriliy" meant to be declared some time Sunday night or Monday morning 3. Formal "heat wave" conditions declared due to the inability of the dew point to fall below 23C ENOUGH of the "frozen" stories 🤣🤣🤣

I looked at the door hoping someone leaving the bathroom would suddenly come to my rescue. All I needed was one person to open the door for me. Preferably someone other than Lydia. I wiggled while glancing in Lydia’s direction as my brain silently calculated how long I would be able to control my bladder. Finally I decided to walk into the door forehead first in hopes it would open the door long enough and far enough for me to slip my crutch tip inside so I could pry the door open. I felt the coolness of the door against my forehead before an arm reached across my shoulder from behind. It was Lydia but at this point I didn’t care. I wobbled over to the toilet only to discover it didn’t have any handrails. Before I could say anything Lydia was in front of me placing my hands on her shoulders so I could stabilize myself. In one swift motion she pulled down my pants. Her nails scratched slightly as she reached for my underwear. Sitting on the toilet I looked up at her frozen in embarrassment. “With all the commotion you caused don’t just sit there” Lydia quipped. Her voice wasn’t exactly angry but she was clearly annoyed. Suddenly with Lydia glaring over me I couldn’t will myself to go. Every urge I had to go had suddenly disappeared. Lydia sighed and l felt oddly guilty. I pushed down trying to force myself to pee but to my horror the only thing that came out was a very audible toot. I could feel my face turning red as Lydia shook her head and turned away. Even with her looking away I couldn’t relax enough to go to the bathroom. She rifled through her purse as I sat there with my pants down at my ankles wondering how I was going to ask her to help me off the toilet. Without warning she turned around and lifted me to my feet. Assuming her agitation had finally crossed into fury I stayed quiet. I tried to focus on the scuff marks on the wall in front of me so I didn’t notice anything strange until I felt something odd between my legs. I looked down just in time to see Lydia fastening the second set of tabs on an amazingly thick white diaper. Out of pure reflex I pushed back against Lydia’s shoulders. The sudden force knocked me off balance and I fell backwards onto the toilet behind me. Lydia however was completely unfazed. “If you don’t cooperate I will have your dad or better yet Holden help me carry you to the car.” Her voice was cold and stern. I knew my dad wouldn’t put up with this but if Holden saw me I would never be able to live it down. I put my hands on her shoulders as she helped me stand up again. She pulled my underwear up over the diaper as far as they would go followed by my pants. As I walked back out to the car I tried to act as normal as possible but each time someone glanced in my general direction I could not help but wonder if they knew what I was hiding. I questioned every look and smile. I could feel the thick diaper with each step I took so I was sure it had to be noticeable from the outside as well. Lydia happily trotted in front of me with a small collection of snacks. If you are enjoying the story please consider donating $5.00 to my go fund me account ($5 is the minimum amount for gofundme donations) If you leave a comment with your display name for this site I will message you an additional 13 paragraphs by the end of today. I will also message you all future paragraphs for this particular story until it is finished.

So I make a remark about Temu (and to a lesser extent TikTok) being a front for the Chinese government to collect data on people and got a two-week ban for allegedly spreading conspiracy theories. No more business with them anymore after finishing the chapter, but I leave a question for them: Who moderates the moderators?

Upper body shot of a woman running “Running for the bathroom line?” Pan out to show she is obviously diapered under her athletic shorts, she passes two other runners “Not you, you're running for the finish line.” Woman shadowboxing in just a sports bra and wet diaper “And if they think a little thing like pregnancy bladder is going to slow you down, well, they obviously don't know who they are dealing with.” A group of women playing basketball, half of them are obviously diapered, some under athletic shorts, some not bothering “Huggies understands, that's why we are introducing Huggies Movers, the first Athletic Mom Diaper.” A diapered woman on a starting block, bounds into action, captioning identifies her as gold metal sprinter Kaylee Horn “So whether you're going for gold,” A woman doing yoga in a living room in a bra and diaper “Or just looking to lose some of that baby belly, Huggies Movers have got you covered.”

Yeah, I'm probably going to go see the 2nd Opinion doctor even if everything went perfectly. I had thought about it, and I figure if he tries to "fix it" I can pretty reasonably tell him I'm very leery of getting ANY more surgeries, given my complications (except stricture or blockage treatment, etc). He might think I'm silly, but would at least accept it as an understandable response.

Have to admit I'm super jealous after reading this post. Please don't listen to the naysayers, especially the ones who are trying to frighten you with incorrect information about how a hospital would deal with any emergency. I will say that, personally, if I was talking to a doctor after the fact I would be factual and honest about your history. You can simply say "I had an elective transuretheral resection of the bladder neck, prostate, and sphincter." I don't think that hiding information from your doctor is going to yield good results. I would also not assume that insurance is going to not cover anything remotely related to this in the future. Especially the farther you get from it in time, it will become far less relevant. Insurance will not notice or care if you get a bladder infection in a year and need antibiotics they are never going to notice that. Anyway, best of luck, don't let the haters get you down, they are just jealous

this is really getting interesting, I love how you manage to keep blending the brutal with the heartwarming and the fantastic with the real, and I love how richly characterized everyone is, though one question, how hurt is Hortensia's hand? Looking forward to seeing more.

It's playdate time for Briana and Ava! ----- 12 Playdate What did one wear to a playdate with a new Little friend and maybe-girlfriend, who’s family had once hired Ava as a house sitter for far too much money? If there was a right answer to that question, Ava hadn’t figured it out. With input from Oliver, she’d gone with a shirt who’s sleeves and trim were bright pink, with a flamingo printed on the white front. There was no padding under her jeans – something Ava considered a bit of a test. Intrigued, Oliver had asked her who the test was for. Ava hadn’t had an answer for that either, much to her friend’s amusement. To no one’s surprise, Ava’s knock on Briana’s door was met by the fiery Little squealing in delight as she threw the door open. Briana was in her trademark Rainbow Brite meets Punky Brewster fusion style. Though there was no tutu involved in the outfit, surprisingly, Briana was wearing hotpants, tights, and socks, all in different colors. Her white shirt embroidered with the word Princess in pink was a little on the nose – but then again, Briana seemed to live on the nose. The house itself was much more Briana’s Mom’s style, a creaky old faux-Victorian that Ava was instantly amused by. I get it, Rasmussens, you like old stuff. While it certainly looked cozy and well cared for, it also looked like a place in which Ava would need to maneuver carefully. “Hi Briana.” “Ava! Come in, ohmygosh come in!” Briana bounced in frustrated hyperactivity. Her desire to bodily yank Ava through the doorway was graven on every inch of her being. It was super sweet that Briana kept her hands to herself, letting Ava navigate her crutches over the unfamiliar threshold. Equally sweet was the way that Briana threw herself on Ava for a hug as soon as the Indian girl was inside and stable. She’s figuring it out fast. Ava thought happily. Putting her trust in Briana, Ava leaned into the hug until the snuggly girl was her support. The front room of the house looked like it took up most of the building, with a vaulted ceiling at second story height and furniture used to outline separate living and dining areas. Though welcoming, the house’s décor had a definite vibe of big people stuff that kids shouldn’t touch. Over Briana’s shoulder – or her head, really – Ava blushed to see that they had an audience. The Little girl’s mom and her aunt Rosa were sitting in the living room with fond expressions on their faces. She felt an extra burn in her cheek when Veronica met her gaze. This is so awkward – I can’t believe I let her change my diaper. Ava’s eyes slid off Veronica’s usual black outfit to the orange, black, and pink athleticwear Rosa was wearing. It'd been a while since Ava had seen anyone so aggressively gay, outside of a Pride parade. Her usual instinct to toss a bit of snark Rosa’s way was thwarted by the mood that had been building since she’d donned a Little outfit. With a soft cough, Ava nodded to the two women. “Hi Ms. Rasmussen and um – Ms. um – uh…” “You can just call me Rosa.” Rosa laughed. “And you should probably call this one Veronica.” “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking, it’s just that this is supposed to be a playdate and um…” Ava’s spiral into an embarrassment singularity was cut short by a reassuring squeeze from Briana. “She can call Mom whatever she wants, right Mom? Ava’s feeling Little right now, you have to be nice to her.” Briana turned around and stamped her foot, while keeping a firm grip on Ava’s waist. “Ms. Rasmussen is fine, or even ‘Briana’s Mom’ if you’re feeling especially Little.” Veronica smiled softly. “You can call me Tia Rosa then if you want to be formal.” Rosa shrugged. “I’m not up for being Ms. Anybody.” “Okay – Tia Rosa.” Ava squirmed awkwardly. Far from pushing her out of the Little mood she’d built up on the drive over, the discomfort felt like it put her perfectly in her place. Her introduction to the household was every bit as clumsy as meeting friend’s families had been as a kid. “Who’s this friend?” Briana interrupted, grabbing the paw of the stuffed bear Ava was carrying under her arm to shake. “This is Brownie.” Ava’s smile was wobbly, her eyes sought Veronica and Rosa’s faces for any sign that they would make fun of her. “He’s been my friend since – forever.” To Ava’s relief, there was no hint of teasing in Rosa or Veronica’s expressions, not even good-naturedly. Veronica’s voice was quiet serious when she said, “In that case, you have more introductions to do, Briana. Brownie needs to meet Alanna right away.” “I’m on it!” Briana stepped away from Ava – hesitated a moment with her hand still on the other girl – and was gone, blitzing across the house like a cartoon character. “Please treat this house like your own,” Veronica said. “At the same time, if you feel you need to ask for something, please do. We’ve got plenty of snacks and drinks set up for your playdate with Briana.” “Thanks.” Ava didn’t have time to say more before Briana stumbled to a stop in front of her. “This is Alanna!” Briana held the stuffed lioness up to Brownie, Ava helped her bear shake hands with Alanna. “Brownie is very pleased to meet her.” “Alanna is honored to have Brownie as a guest.” Bouncing on her tiptoes, Briana asked, “Can I show you the house?” “Sure, I’d love a tour.” Ava tucked Brownie back under her arm, bracing herself on her crutches properly. “We have everything set up in the drawing room – you don’t have to see my room if you don’t want to, really.” Briana nodded toward a set of stairs that shot steeply up a wall to a hallway balcony. “It’s upstairs.” In addition to being steep, the stairs were narrow, and their steps were worn with decades of use. The whole thing made Ava’s stomach flop. She nodded quickly to Briana. “I’d like to stay on one level if that’s okay.” “Of course it is, there’s plenty to see down here!” Briana gave a running commentary as she ran her little legs from room to room. “This is the kitchen, we have so many snacks! Here’s the bathroom – you can ask if you need help. This is Melody’s room, we’re not supposed to disturb them because they’re working.” That last observation was accompanied by Briana turning to face Ava and rolling her eyes so far back that she went into a backbend. Ava giggled, “But it’s the weekend.” “I know! My dumb sib gets permission to be a Mid and now they think they have to do grown-up stuff all the time.” Briana winked. “I bet we can lure them out with cookies later.” “I’ll help.” Ava followed Briana into the last room on the tour, unsurprised to be greeted by the juxtaposition of expensive leather furniture, and colorful blankets on the floor. What was a surprise, was the dark wood changing table in a corner. It clearly belonged in the room as much as the rest of the furniture. “You have your changing table out all the time?” “Mom and Dad got tired of taking me upstairs every time, or changing me on the floor.” Briana tilted her head in a curious expression. “Is it okay if I ask why you’re not wearing now – was it because you had an accident at my party?” Ava took a seat on the well worn arm of a leather couch. Briana might have learned to be more careful with her physically – but she’d asked if it was okay to ask something embarrassing and named that thing in the same breath. This is what I get for putting on an outfit that makes it obvious I’m not wearing – and setting up a test that I don’t even know what it’s for. “I know it’s lame to answer a question with a question but – is it okay if I don’t wear diapers around you?” “Oh, totally!” Briana’s smile was unexpectedly unclouded, especially after the fuss Briana had kicked up about diapers at her party. “If you just didn’t feel like it, that’s fine! Come on, we have so many stuffies to introduce Brownie to.” Lowering herself onto the soft blankets, Ava was left feeling a little foolish. She wasn’t sure what level of pushback she’d expected from Briana, but it certainly wasn’t zero. Regret wormed it’s way into her belly as she introduced Brownie to each of Briana’s stuffies in turn. There seemed to be A-List and B-List stuffies, with Briana focusing the most on the introductions of a teddy bear, giraffe and a bat. The Little girl’s face took on a serious, almost resigned expression as she picked up a pangolin stuffie. “This is Arnold the Pangolin.” Briana helped the stuffie bow. “Arnold the Pangolin says that Arnold the Pangolin is very pleased to meet Brownie.” Amusement teased at the corners of Ava’s mouth. “Does Arnold the Pangolin not want Arnold the Pangolin’s name shortened? Shall we refer to Arnold the Pangolin as Arnold the Pangolin – in full – every time?” “You get it!” Briana giggled. “Arnold the Pangolin is grateful that you understood Arnold the Pangolin right away.” Giggles bubbled out of Ava, she nodded her head to Arnold the Pangolin. “I’m always happy to refer to people the way they want.” “Alanna would like to know if Brownie is interested in joining the Roundtable.” Briana set the formal pangolin aside, bringing her lioness back to center stage. “Like Camelot?” “Kind of – it’s the Round Table of Cloudland.” “I think you mentioned that once before – is it from a book?” “No, it’s my special Little place, where all my stuffies live. I’m a knight – and the Princess - but Alanna is the Knight Captain of the Round Table." "Doesn’t that make things complicated? Presumably the Princess can tell the Knight Captain what to do, but shouldn’t Alanna have authority over her knights?” “Yep!” Briana grinned. “Complicated makes for good stories.” “What do the knights do, anyway? Brownie deserves to know what he’s getting into.” “Cloudland is a place of dreams. The knights fight off nightmares and keep Littles safe.” “That sounds amazing, I’m in. I mean – Brownie is in.” Briana bounced on her rear with an audible crinkle. “You can be a knight too if you want!” “I’m not really the knightly type.” Ava self-consciously pushed her crutches a bit out of the way. “And I am?” Briana smirked up at Ava, significantly shorter even when they were sitting. “That kind of stuff doesn’t matter in Cloudland.” Warmth blossomed in Ava’s chest, putting a huge smile on her face. “Okay! Well – I’m not from Cloudland, I’m visiting. So maybe I’m already a knight in my realm.” “Oh yeah? What’s your realm?” Briana leaned forward in rapt attention. “It’s – a kingdom under the earth. The cave ceilings are so high you can’t see them, except for the shining jewels set into the rock like stars. There are lots of trees and beautiful lakes, and the air always smells like flowers.” “I love it!” Briana helped Alanna through a formal bow. “Cloudland is super excited to receive foreign dignitaries. Ohmygosh, are you a princess?” “I’m not saying.” Ava smiled mischievously. “But I have many shining jewels. We don’t have knights in my realm, but we have Kshatriya, which are kind of the same thing.” “So you and Brownie are Kshatriya? Perfect!” “Brownie is British, so he’s a knight.” “Got it!” Briana nodded firmly. “What kind of things do the Kshatriya fight?” “Actually…” Ava leaned down to whisper conspiratorially to Briana. “We’re in Cloudland looking for allies. A vicious, shapeshifting Rakshasi has impersonated my mother.” “Oh no!” Briana’s eyes went wide with horror. “The Round Table will do everything they can to help!” They had barely assembled the Round Table when Veronica came by with snacks – and to check Briana’s diaper. Regret twinged more strongly in Ava’s chest, but she pushed the feeling aside. In any case, she was sure Veronica was on her way out after pronouncing Briana “dry enough” – only to be caught off guard by the matronly goth woman crouching down next to her. “How are you doing, Ava-bean?” Veronica gently stroked Ava’s hair. “Do you need anything?” That nickname is corny – so why does it feel good? Ava shook her head bashfully at Veronica. “No, Ms. Rasmussen. Thanks for the cookies and tea.” “You’re very welcome. Not just for the snacks either.” Veronica smiled. “Such a polite Little girl is welcome to come over any time.” “Mommy, Ava is a visiting dignitary to Cloudland. We’re mobilizing the Round Table to save her from a rakshasi that’s trying to replace her mother.” Briana looked up at her mom with an expectant gaze. “Oh dear, that sounds serious. I think I know what a rakshasa is, what’s a rakshasi?” Veronica swept out her dress and settled down on her heels, to Briana’s obvious delight. “Same thing as a rakshasa, but female.” Ava took a bite of a cookie, excited to discover it was homemade. Veronica listened patiently to the story as Ava fleshed it out on the fly, and even served the Little girls their tea. For all that she’d hidden her face when Veronica had changed her diaper, there had been unmistakable warmth in the way the goth woman had handled Ava. It would have been impossible for the situation not to be awkward – at least for Ava – but that discomfort had evaporated as soon as Veronica discreetly returned the Little girl to the party. With Briana’s mom tending so carefully to the two of them, Ava found herself longing to snuggle with Veronica – if not outright crawl into her lap. Before Ava could even approximate the courage to shift closer to Veronica, Briana’s mom ruffled each Little’s hair and got back to her feet. “I need to do a few things around the house before my meeting at school. I’ll be back to check on you two before I go, though.” “She means check my diaper.” Briana stuck her tongue out at her mom. “I mean check up on both of you and see if there’s anything you need.” Veronica corrected with a smirk. “I doubt I’ll actually need to check your diaper by then, potty pants.” “Mooom!” Briana mock-whined as Veronica left, leaning into Ava with a happy sigh when the other girl scooted close. “Your mom is pretty great.” Ava’s voice came out more softly than she’d expected. Briana turned her face to listen – putting the two of them in a suddenly intimate position. “She’s the best.” Briana said quietly, “Do you want to keep playing – or play something else?” Ava closed her eyes and leaned in. Her lips met the softness of Briana’s mouth, even as she felt the slight squish of the Little girl’s rear on her lap. The kiss was long, setting Ava’s cheeks tingling and her heart thudding. When they finally broke the embrace, Briana’s cheeks were just as pink. She had a lovely, caring yet vulnerable look in her eyes. “I really like you – and I love playing like this with you.” The little tremble in Briana’s lip as she spoke made Ava’s heart leap. “We can’t make out here – it’s a public room in your house.” Ava nuzzled Briana’s cheek, pressing their chests together with a shiver of desire. “I like playing like this with you too.” “That’s okay.” Briana licked her lips and reluctantly slid off Ava’s lap. “It’s too soon in the story for the two princesses to hop in bed together anyway.” Ava giggled. “Your Little stories are dirty. I never admitted to being a princess anyway.” “Being Little doesn’t mean I can’t have sex – or love.” Briana touched Ava’s cheek briefly before scooting to her side of the stuffie gathering. Nobody’s in love with anybody yet. Ava admonished her traitorous heart. We barely know each other, it’s just infatuation. Her heart wasn’t having any of it, having leapt for joy to hear Briana say love. It took reminding herself that Briana had a boyfriend to throw cold water on that party. “Not everyone plays Little that way,” Ava said cautiously. “It seems like you do – that’s the second time you’ve kissed me while wearing – while Little.” Ava grabbed the change of subject like a lifeline – for all that it was something she would have been horrified to discuss an hour ago. “Actually I’m kind of regretting that I didn’t wear at least a pullup.” “I have tons of them here, and so does Melody. Mom keeps spares for my friends now too. I’m sure we have something that would fit you, if you want one!” Briana was so eager, Ava had an immediate contrary reflex to shoot her down. That would be mean and pointless. She’s being really nice – not even pushing me about the question she really wanted answered. Ava combed her fingers nervously through her hair before saying, “I’d like that – as long as it was your mom putting it on me. I don’t think I could – well, you said that everyone here changes you, right?” “Yup!” Briana nodded. “Mom, Dad, both my aunts, Grandma, even the roommates do. It’s okay if you’re not comfortable with the rest of them yet. You were really brave to let Mom help you at my party.” “Thanks.” Ava squirmed. “I don’t feel brave now though. Could you ask your mom when she comes back?” “She might not have time for two diapers when she’s getting ready to leave. I could ask her now, if it’s okay with you.” Briana blushed. “Besides, I’m kinda…” “A potty pants?” Ava laughed. “So are you!” “Nuh uh! I can use the potty even if I’m wearing a diaper.” “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen it yet.” Briana giggled infectiously, Ava joined her friend in laughter and collapsed on the blankets with her. Stuffies were sent flying, including a very indignant Arnold the Pangolin. “G-go ahead and ask your mom, before I get even less brave than I’m feeling right now.” Ava whispered. Briana kissed Ava’s cheek and sat up. “Mama! Can you come here for a sec?” Moments later, Veronica poked a half-made up face into the drawing room. Caught between guilt at interrupting Veronica’s makeup, and not wanting the interruption to be for nothing, Ava winced and fell silent. “Sweetie, if this is a request for more cookies…” “I don’t want more cookies.” Briana pouted, putting her hands on her hips when Veronica smirked doubtfully. “This is serious, Mom. Ava wants something but is shy to ask. She wants to know if you’d put a diaper on her. Also – I kind of need a change.” “Ah, I see.” Veronica knelt next to Ava, squeezing her arm gently. “Feeling left out, Ava-bean?” “Kind of.” Ava squirmed. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, I should have put one on at home…” “It’s fine, dear. I’ll be happy to diaper you or change you any time you need it.” She leaned down to kiss Ava’s forehead. “Would you like me to diaper you here on the blanket, or up on the changing table?” Veronica’s face looked soft and undefined without it’s usual stark black outlines around her eyes and mouth. That softness was all that kept Ava from panicking as she realized what her request was going to entail. “R-right here? In this room?” Ava bit her lip. “Can’t we um, do it in a bathroom or something?” “The downstairs bathroom isn’t big enough to lay someone on the floor with the door closed.” Veronica patted Ava’s cheek and rose. “This room does have inset doors that close, however.” While Veronica closed the doors, Ava tried to still her heartbeat. There was still the question of where she was going to get diapered. On the floor seemed more private and had the advantage of her not having to move – but she’d always wanted to try out a full sized changing table. Sure, they had one at the Green Fairy – and the staff swore that it was always well cleaned – but the idea of using a club changing table was even more ick than a club toilet. “I’d like to use the changing table, if it’s okay.” Ava climbed carefully to her feet, taking a few unaided steps to the changing table. “Do you need a boost?” Veronica put her hands on Ava’s hips. “Briana usually does.” “Yes please.” The table was just above hip height, making it easy to roll onto with Veronica’s help. She glanced over at Briana and rolled her eyes at the Little girl’s excited stare. It seemed too much to ask her friend to leave the room, on top of all the other impositions she was making. The best she could hope for is that Briana would stay on the floor, giving her a bare minimum of privacy. “Briana, I believe it is very improper for a Cloudland Princess to watch her foreign guest get changed.” Veronica made a turning motion with her index finger. “Turn around and confer with Alanna until we’re done.” “But there’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” Briana protested, though Ava noticed she was already grabbing her lioness. “That’s not for you to decide. Turn around now, or you’ll get a spanking and a diaper change. Both of them in front of Ava.” “Thank you.” Ava whispered, as Briana turned around. Veronica nodded and put her hands on the waistband of Ava’s jeans. “Would you like me to undress you, or would you rather do it?” “Can you – take care of me.” Ava crushed Brownie to her chest, blushing furiously. “I mean – take care of it for me.” “Yes to both, Little bean.” Veronica’s gentle touch had Ava’s jeans undone and off in less time than it took for the Little girl to overcome her bashfulness and nod her thanks. Everything Veronica did soothed the nervous stiffness that had gripped Ava. From the approving nod she gave to Ava’s alphabet panties, to the way Veronica’s touch was full of platonic care – Ava felt herself relax. Unlike the first change she’d gotten, Ava nodded a yes to the offer of lotion. She was still nervous enough to be ticklish, gigging as Veronica spread the protective layer over her private skin. Those giggles got her tickled by Veronica. From then on, the diapering was full of caring touches that had Ava yearning to hug the motherly Big. She waited impatiently though a light application of powder and having her diaper tapes set before sitting up and grabbing for Veronica. Though surprised, Veronica hugged back right away with warm strength. “It looks like Briana’s nighttime diapers fit you well for a daytime option,” Veronica said, laying Ava back on the table. “But your jeans aren’t going back over this. I’m going to put you in one of Briana’s bigger skirts.” Expertly padded and swathed in rainbow cotton, Ava was delighted to be helped back onto the blankets and into Briana’s excited embrace. Unfortunately, they were immediately separated by Briana being summoned for her own diaper change. “I’m going to have to finish getting ready quickly,” Veronica said to Briana. “But I promise I’ll say goodbye before I go. Your father and I will be back by dinnertime, and your babysitter should be here any minute.” “I thought Rosa was going to babysit.” Briana was totally relaxed for her change and playing with Alanna – not that Ava was watching. “I thought so too, but I should have talked to Rosa about it. She has an extra practice today for the derby game next week.” Ava frowned as the word babysitter sank in. It seemed like a good idea, she was way to Little to be in charge in her current state, though it would be tricky if she needed a change before Veronica got home. She tried to think of who might be babysitting – family members seemed to be out, she doubted that Veronica would refer to them as a babysitter. Maybe it would be the cool theatre girl Ava had briefly met at the birthday party. She seemed fun, and was one of Briana’s roommates, if Ava was remembering correctly. A deep male voice sounded clearly from the living room in the quiet house. “Hi everyone!” “Good to see you, Gary.” Rosa’s voice was more muted, but was nevertheless easily recognizable. Ava’s heart and belly plunged into freefall. Gary’s the babysitter? BOYFRIEND Gary? She clutched Brownie in a desperate attempt to keep her discomfort from becoming a panic. Surely, as empathetic as she was, Veronica would notice how upset she was and… “There you go, BabyBee.” Veronica sat Briana on the floor in her fresh diaper and turned distractedly to the door. “Let me say hi to Gary, and then please ask him if you need something, I’ve got to finish getting ready.” Abandoned by Veronica, Ava turned to Briana, but her friend only had eyes for the door, already calling out, “Gary!” in an excited tone. Ava couldn’t remember the exact conversation she’d had with Briana about Gary babysitting, but she didn’t think she’d said yes to it. After so much playing – and the super loving diaper change she’d gotten – hopping out of Littlespace wasn’t an option. It wasn’t even something she considered and rejected, she was a Little girl stuck in a classic nightmare. A babysitter had suddenly appeared, and they were scary! No, no no no! This can’t be happening. I don’t want a babysitter! Why does Veronica have to go to her stupid meeting? Where’s Briana’s Grandma? Why won’t anybody notice how scared I am?

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Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam was lifted by Karen who instructed the small woman to put her hands on the bars above her. Sam gave the woman a pleading look but she seemed oblivious. Sam did as she was instructed and then, humiliatingly, she was moved forwards and told to swing her hand to the next bar along. When she reluctantly did so she was showered in syrupy praise by the woman who knew her real age. Sam didn’t dare look up to see if any of her friends were watching her getting help like a toddler. Once on the other side Karen let go of Sam and clapped as if she had done it all by herself. Sam was very red in the face but at least she had nearly finished the course. The last obstacles didn’t present to her quite as much of a challenge as beforehand and soon the tether to the harness was removed and she stood with the other finishers. Most of them were talking excitedly about what they had just accomplished. Sam realised the area she had been left in with the kids was fenced in. Presumably it was to stop children from wandering off but it presented a problem because she really needed the bathroom and that need was only growing. “Karen!” Sam hissed as she looked around her. The woman was on the other side of the fence and seemed about to help someone else. “Yes?” Karen said as she leaned over the edge of, what was for her, the waist high fence. It gave Sam the feeling of being a penned in animal. “I need the toilet.” Sam said quietly, “You know I’m an adult so…” “You can wait.” Karen said with a smile, “Once the adults are done with the big course you can join your friends.” “I am an adult!” Sam said as loudly as she dared without being overheard, “Just open the gate and… Hey!” Sam reached through a gap in the fence but Karen was already walking away to help another child. Sam turned around to look at all the kids and felt vastly outnumbered even if they didn’t know she wasn’t one of them. It was galling that in the eyes of seemingly everyone she was no different to these snotty little brats. Another signal from her bladder made sure Sam remembered her predicament. She walked quickly to the other edge of the pen where she could see the “adult” course. There was no sign of her friends, they might’ve finished already or they could still be up in the trees, either way Sam had no way of contacting them from where she was. “Hello.” Sam turned around to see a small girl standing just behind her. She had curly brown hair and was smiling without any front teeth. She must’ve been very young and yet she was still taller than Sam. Sam grunted a vague hello and turned away again. She didn’t like interacting with kids at the best of times and this was far from the best of times. “My name’s Alice.” Sam sighed. Children weren’t very good at picking up on social cues and it seemed Alice wasn’t going to just walk away. Sam turned around and almost lost control of her bladder, she clenched just a little harder. “Sam.” Sam replied. She hoped her tone made it clear she wasn’t keen on talking. “How old are you?” Alice asked, “I’m five.” Sam froze in place. She didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t very well casually reveal she was twenty-one years-old to this kid. She could feel heat rising in her face and she looked around hoping someone was about to rescue her from this embarrassing situation. She saw the girl was slightly taller than her to try and judge how she should lie. “I’m… four?” Sam’s answer came out as more of a question but Alice seemed to buy it. Sam breathed a sigh of relief. “Where’s your Mommy and Daddy?” Alice asked curiously. “Erm… Over there.” Sam pointed vaguely behind her to where the adult course was. “Oh.” Alice replied, “That’s my Mommy.” Alice pointed to the side and when Sam saw a woman standing and smiling at her daughter. She was clearly happy to see her little girl socialising. Sam looked back at Alice and really hoped this encounter was nearly over. She felt a little urine trickle into her panties and she whimpered as she tried to hold on again. These little leaks were often like small tremors before the main earthquake. “Are you alright?” Alice asked with a frown. “Uh huh.” Sam replied in a strained voice. Sam wasn’t alright. In fact she was panicking. She was very close to wetting herself and didn’t know how much longer she was going to last. Her hands went down to her crotch and she put one leg in front of the other. She knew how she must look but it was all she could do to stop her bladder from emptying. “Well, I just wanted to say I thought you were brave.” Alice said, “When you jumped and…” Sam wasn’t listening as she fought for control. She was losing and just like in the crib that morning she was about to embarrass herself. She was nearly crying, there were so many people around and nowhere she could go to hide. She couldn’t believe it was really going to happen, it felt like her worst nightmare was coming to life. Her tiny bladder waved a proverbial white flag and Sam pulled her hands away just before dark streaks appeared on her pants. Sam was frozen like a statue as she felt the warmth filling her cotton underwear and pouring down her legs. The tight straps of the harness simply channelled the pee as she soaked her inner thighs. Alice was looking down with wide eyes at the spreading accident. “Sam, you’re wetting your pants!” Alice squealed in her high-pitched voice. As Sam’s bladder finished voiding Sam saw more and more people looking over to her. Alice’s voice was attracting attention of nearby kids who were nudging others and pointing Sam’s way. She remained stuck to the spot as she became the centre of attention for everyone. She couldn’t stop the tears falling down her cheeks now. The humiliation was too great. This made the incident in the crib that morning seem positively pleasant. She wanted to run away but the fences meant there was nowhere to go. “It’s OK.” Alice said. Sam was struck by how kind this girl was, “I’ll get Mommy to help you.” Sam found herself nodding. She didn’t care about trying to be independent or grown up in that moment, she just wanted someone to take her out of that situation as fast as was humanly possible. Alice ran off and Sam saw her telling her mother about the situation. The woman’s face went from smiling to concern before she started walking over. Sam couldn’t maintain eye contact and looked anywhere but at the concerned mother. In the meantime Sam could see practically everyone looking away. Some of the older children were smirking or outright laughing. She felt as if she was back in school when the bigger kids, usually ones her own age, picked on her. There she was, a twenty-one year-old college student who was helpless against the children who made fun of her. It was like her wretched school days all over again. “Oh dear, what happened? Are you OK?” Alice’s mom had come over and was crouching down in front of Sam looking at the accident, “Are your parents here?” Just like when Alice had asked the same question Sam pointed vaguely behind her. It seemed to get the message across. “Hmm, I think they’re going to be busy for a while yet.” Alice’s mom muttered, “Come with me.” Alice’s mom held out her hand and Sam took it. The crowd of people nearby parted as if Sam’s wetting was somehow contagious and she was taken towards Karen and the other Midforest employees. “Excuse me.” Alice’s mom said as she reached the group, “This little one has had an accident and her parents are still on the obstacle course.” Of course it was Karen who turned around. Sam looked down at the ground in shame, the one person there who knew she was actually an adult was the one who was witnessing her like this. Sam was terrified the older woman would say something to let slip what she knew but, to her credit, her face remained completely neutral as it was explained to her how Sam had wet her pants. “I imagine you’ve only just been potty trained, right?” Alice’s mom said as she looked down at Sam. Sam was in an impossible situation. She slowly nodded her head. Karen was looking down at her with her piercing eyes and Sam thought she could see the merest hint of a smile. Regardless Karen took over from Alice’s mom in holding Sam’s hand. “Come on, little one.” Karen said, “We’ll get you all cleaned up.” Sam was grateful to be taken away from everyone else even if it was still mortifying. Karen used her badge to open the gate and started directing Sam out on to the public footpath. The gate closed behind her but Sam couldn’t run away, not with Karen holding her hand. “Goodbye Sam.” Alice called out, “Don’t worry about it. Accidents happen.” Sam didn’t take much solace in the kind young girl’s words. She was led up the path towards a wooden hut just off the main thoroughfare. Her wet pants stuck to her leg uncomfortably as she became aware that she was finally alone with Karen. “You can let me go now.” Sam said a little bitterly, “I can take it from here thanks.” “Silly girl.” Karen chuckled as she unlocked a door with her badge, “I can’t leave a little girl to deal with all this herself.” “What!?” Sam exclaimed as she was taken inside the dark room, “You know I’m not a little girl!” The door closed behind Sam and Karen. For half a second there was darkness before the overhead light flickered and then turned on. Sam finally saw where she had been taken. It was a family changing room! “We keep this for emergencies.” Karen stated as she let go of Sam’s hand and walked inside towards a large changing table, “It can be used for adults with disabilities or if a child is desperate… Normally they tell us BEFORE they go potty though.” Sam felt shame washing over her. Normally she would shout at anyone who made any hint that she was anything less than a full adult but it seemed impossible to do it with her pants soaking wet. She wished she had been firmer in asking Karen to go to the toilet after finishing the obstacle course, it was too late now though. “Well, let’s get you sorted then.” Karen said as she walked over to Sam. Sam lifted her arms as Karen started to unfasten the harness. She felt so ashamed of what she had done that she felt no desire to argue that she could do this herself. The pink strapping slackened as it was loosened until Karen pulled it off Sam’s little body. Sam sniffed dejectedly. “There’s no need to cry.” Karen said gently, “All little ones have accidents.” “But…” Sam sniffled. “Yes, yes, I know…” Karen rolled her eyes, “You’re not a baby, right? Well you’re still little and little girls like you need looking after.” Sam flushed with fresh embarrassment. At any other time she would loudly refute such a claim but this didn’t seem to be a good moment to discuss just how independent she was. Karen walked across the room towards the object in the room that caused Sam the most dread. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/7f905d14-9448-4f62-8a4a-169401acfb3c https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1144963

Chapter 7 – Under the Diaper Cover The drive to work seemed to take hours, although in reality it might have only been an additional 5 or 10 minutes added to the typical 15-minute commute. Monica could literally do nothing, strapped in as securely as she was, and she dared not remove the pacifier for fear of further repercussions. To make matters worse, it seemed as though every little bump or jostle was causing a small amount of urine to seep out into the ample and waiting padding of Monica’s diaper. The sense of the uncontrolled wetting was strange and unfamiliar to Monica, although she reassured herself that it was clearly an effect of the medications that Samantha had laced into her food. The one saving grace in the matter was that the high-end diapers that Samantha had selected from Monica’s stash were more than up to the task and that every drop of moisture seemed to be wicked away within mere instants. With a sudden jolt, the car pulled to a stop in front of Monica’s office in a spot clearly designated for pet owners. Seeing the quizzical look in Monica’s eyes, Samantha took a moment to explain. “Seeing as I will be needing to make repeated visits to care for you this week, I took the liberty of registering myself for a temporary pet parking pass. It should make my life a little bit easier as I go out of my way to help take care of you”. Samantha wasted little time in exiting the car and moving around to begin releasing Monica from the bonds of her seat. She was more than eager to be released and practically bounded out of the vehicle and onto the sidewalk only to be quickly halted by a very uncomfortable, although not truly painful shock. “Hold your horses, being on your best behaviour does not include running off the second you are released. I think that I should explain some basic rules about how today and the rest of this week will go, plus, you might be a bit embarrassed if any more people get a chance to see that adorable pacifier in your mouth”. Had Monica not already been coming to an abrupt halt from the sudden shock, the shock of the last five words from Samantha’s mouth certainly would have done the trick. Her hands shot up to cover her face in horror as she realized that potentially dozens of people on the busy sidewalk had seen her exit the vehicle with the pacifier still firmly lodged between her lips. “Don’t get all worried, I’m sure nobody saw your cute little paci, but I’m sure that even if they did, they didn’t have a long enough look for it to even register in their busy little brains. Now as far as the rules for today, for one, you are not to attempt to tamper with the locks holding your skirt or the leggings underneath in any way, if I get any alert to this extent I will disable said locks which will leave you with the option of either trying to walk around with one hand holding up your skirt and leggings, or walking around in just your diaper. Secondly, you will be expected to comply with any check ins that I initiate via your wrist device. You will have one minute to respond; these will be for the purposes of a diaper check, and I will be releasing the locks after the time is up which will again leave you with a choice of concealing your diapers or not. Finally, barring any evidence indicating a need for an emergency diaper change, primarily for the well being of those around you, I will only be returning during your lunch hour to provide a diaper change. I will message you when I arrive, and you will have five minutes to meet me in room 106b or I will leave, and you will be left to stew in whatever mess you have made for the rest of your day”. It was all that Monica could do to nod in acknowledgement, her face still mostly hidden by the shield of her pacifier. She was too afraid to remove the pacifier, much less dare to talk, knowing that even a slight transgression could leave her writhing from a shock initiated by her purported friend. Giving in to her somewhat inevitable fate, Monica simply lowered her head, facing Samantha and awaiting further instruction. Samantha then reached up and retrieved the pacifier from Monica’s lips with a firm reminder that speaking was not tolerated. She then proceeded to hand her a lunch bag adorned with paw prints all over the outside. “I figured this would be an appropriate and subtle reminder of your place this week. I have packed a couple of bowls of high nutrient food as well as some bottles of milk for you, I would suggest that you may want to try and find somewhere private for your meals this week. Also, you will be expected to eat like a pet, your tracking device will alert me if you are trying to use utensils to move food into your mouth and I can assure you that the consequences will be severe. Now hurry up and get in there before you are late for work”. With a resounding smack to the well-padded butt, Monica was sent rushing on her way into work. Upon entering the building, Monica’s first instinct was to head to the coffee shop in the lobby to add some normalcy to her day, despite the waddle and somewhat audible crinkle added to her every pace by the thickness of he diaper and accompanying cover. As she stood in line, she opened her purse to retrieve her wallet, only to be greeted by another monstrosity of a pink diaper practically bursting from the seams with a yellow sticky note attached to its exterior shell. Quickly so as not to draw attention, she removed the sticky note and haphazardly stuffed the diaper back into the confines of her purse before zipping it up. With much trepidation, she stepped out of the line to read the note. “Monica, if you are reading this, I would say that I am disappointed, but to be honest I was somewhat expecting this. I had a feeling that you would try and circumvent some of your punishment, so I took the liberty of removing your wallet from your purse. Please keep in mind that for the duration of this punishment you belong to me, you are my pet. You will have no privileges beyond those that are afforded to a pet. You will not choose what you eat or drink, and you will not be making purchases of your own. As there is now spare room in your purse, I have included an emergency spare diaper. Should the need for it arise (as authorized by me), you will find a note folded inside the diaper which you may take down to the staff at the pet care facility. They have the necessary master pass codes programmed into their equipment that will allow them to unlock you and provide the necessary services. How you explain your need form these services will be up to you”. With an even greater sense of defeat, Monica begrudgingly made her way over to the elevator bank to take the ride up to her floor to begin her work day. Despite the overall din hum of the lobby, Monica was certain that she could hear ever crinkle from her diaper as she plodded her way across the lobby floor. The minutes seemed like hours as she lived the dreaded office worker’s lament of awaiting one of the elevator banks to make its way to take her on her journey to another day’s work. As the seconds passed, she was certain that she could feel even more trickles of urine ever steadily making their way into the padding of her still surprisingly comfortable diaper. With a startling ding, the elevator car made itself available to the mass of people waiting for their trip up to the doldrums of the working day. The elevator car already seemed cramped when it made a stop at the fourth floor. Despite the apparent lack of capacity, a young man in his mid twenties insisted on forcing his way in and wound up immediately beside Monica. “Hey, do I know you? I think we met at one of the office parties. It’s Monica, right? Wait, are you Monica Greene? The one in the all-company email? Man, did you make the big boss mad. Is she really sending you to be a pet for the day? Re you going to have to behave like one?” Within seconds the entire elevator car began to murmur. “Are they going to make her craw?l” “Will she have to eat pet food?” “Do you think they will put her in a diaper?” “Do you think she will have to use the diaper?” “Can they make her use the diapers? Like will they give her drugs?” “Monica! Have you ever tried pet food? How do you think it will taste?” “Monica! How do you feel about wearing diapers? Did they take your measurements to see what size you will need?” “Monica! Do you think you will need diapers after your day at the daycare? Will there be any side effects?” “Monica! Do you think you might bond with someone and become a pet after your day at the daycare?” The roar became louder and louder and it was all that Monica could do to stumble out the elevator doors and make a beeline to her desk, tear pouring openly down her face as the elevator reached her floor.

Paul's meticulous nature had finally failed him, doing everything possible to hide his stuff, but actually doing a really bad job of it. How inconvenient, or convenient. I'm happy with this sweet story, and I'm glad you like it. No magic in this story, besides good ole Dani. I have a feeling that this open box is a good thing for Paul. When in doubt, let the diapers do the talking, and the girl lead the way. Thanks for reading. -------- Alone Together 2 “You might want to close the door unless you want the world to know about your diapers.” This was Dani’s attempt at a joke. A way to gloss over a betrayal, or a breach of trust. Any normal human would have laughed, or reacted in some way; but Paul was hardly feeling human at this point, robotically shutting the door behind him before slowly collapsing down next to the fallen pizza. Dani tried to force a smile. She said, “Come on, I said that I was sorry.” No answer. Then she asked, “Do I need to leave?” No answer. “I’m sorry, Paul. I really am.” Apologies weren’t a part of her brash nature, and it felt strange to hear them, even if they came off as genuine. Paul asked, “Why couldn’t you leave it alone, Dani?” “You said I could open it!” Dani explained as she sniffed the tears away. “You’re the one who forgot to lock your diaper box. I don’t deserve any blame here.” “You can’t spin it that way, Dani. I said that the box was private— “ “Right before you told me to ‘knock myself out’.” She had a sound argument, but Paul wanted to place the blame on someone besides himself — it’s human nature to find a scapegoat. However, even he couldn’t pin it ‘all’ on Dani. Just some of it. Paul admitted, “I don’t know what to say.” Neither did Dani. An unwelcome silence. He tried to look at the trunk’s contents from her perspective. Of course he knew how each item ended up in this treasure trove, where he found them, collected them, and had them neatly organized. The dozen Tykables that lined the inner wall of the trunk. The trio of pacifiers and a pair of large bottles that sat next to the baby powder, three-pack of wet wipes, and the *ahem* half empty bottle of baby oil. Paul had hoped to add a onesie to the collection, but he never got the chance. Probably a good thing since there was plenty for Dani to process already. However, her reaction wasn’t what he had expected. It was like she was studying the box, studying him, finally a subject that kept her attention besides sex. Dani tentatively poked at the diapers, mulling over a question, one he did not want her to ask. Dani didn’t look at him as she asked it. “Why?” A simple word. A complex meaning. He answered, “I don’t know.” “Do you wet the bed or something? Is it a medical thingy? Why do you have all of these baby things?” Paul didn’t have to reply, somehow she knew the answers, but still wanted to ask the questions. He curled his knees up to his chest and rested his face in his hands. There was no way to end this, or forget this moment, or ever move onto something else. This was the end of Dani, he was sure she was already thinking about leaving. Dani sighed before picking up a Tykable and examining both sides of the pastel and white rectangle. This was nothing like the biology they had just studied. Dani showed a weird fascination with the diaper, carefully running her fingers up and down the inner padding and tracing the designs on the outside. She tapped her nails against the cushioning disposable, occasionally squeezing the diaper and filling the room with delightful crinkles. “Okay. They’re cute. I’ll give you that much.” Paul asked, “You don’t think I’m weird?” “Of course you’re weird,” Dani laughed off his concern. “Even your secret diaper box is perfectly organized, and somehow I wasn’t surprised by that.” Paul bristled at the term secret diaper box, but he couldn’t come up with a better set of words to describe that black trunk. “Could you not call it that?” She countered, “Fine, what would you like me to call it?” Dani had that mischievous look on her face again. The kind of smile that would come from a passing pickpocket, making you want to double check for your wallet. “I know — It’s your ‘Pamper Hamper’! You should stencil it on the side of the trunk so no one makes the mistake of opening it looking for freaky-deaky porn.” Paul groaned, “Dani! This isn’t funny.” “Then what do you want it to be?” Dani replied in a serious tone. “It can be anything you want, you just have to ask. Tell me what you want, Paul.” He swallowed hard. What he wanted was different than what he ‘wanted’. Fantasy and reality weren’t supposed to blend together, they were meant to remain separate like oil and water. Paul thought of times he fantasized about a moment like this, and sometimes those fantasies involved Dani, and a diaper, and that way she could twist him into soft submission. However, in this place we call the real world, Paul hadn’t planned anything other than her running away screaming if she ever got ahold of that box. Now there was a folded diaper in her hand, and she was looking at him weird, like she was sizing him and staring him down at the same time. Paul finally answered, “Let’s just forget this ever happened.” Dani tsked as she shook her head. Her eyes met his. They were dark and commanding. “No can do, baby.” Baby. She had to use the word ‘baby’. Paul scuttled backwards until his back hit the door, which wasn’t a far distance — or far enough to get away from Dani. This was getting ‘too real’ for him. “Paul, I knew tonight would be special. Let’s make it special.” “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” gasped Paul. Dani giggled. Uh-oh. She was digging at the items in the trunk again, this time like a carpenter searching for the right tool for the job. He felt his heart beat faster. “What are you doing, Dani?” “I’m getting ready to diaper the baby,” Dani answered with a cheeky grin. “You’re asking for trouble when a baby is out of his diaper.” Paul gasped. He didn’t want this, but at the same time, he very much did! Dani cradled more supplies in her arms: wet wipes, talcum powder, and the *ahem* baby oil. A familiar red Nuk pacifier dangled between interlocked fingers. She rose to her feet with her hands full of diapering goodness, towering over Paul for once. An absolute role reversal which made his hair stand up on his skin, made his mouth feel dry, his other reaction made the front of his boxers strain against his jeans. “Now, where’s my baby?” Dani playfully scanned the room until her gaze stopped on Paul — Then she winked. “I know exactly who needs his diaper,” she said. Next she turned to poor, forgotten Teddy on the bed. “Alright, Teddy,” she announced with a smile, “Time for a diaper change.” This was quite a turn of events. Paul could only watch as she joined his stuffy on the bed, lowering the supplies at the bear’s feet, which she grabbed with both hands. He stammered, “Um, you’re not going to— to me?” “Not unless you ask me,” Dani replied while still gushing over Teddy. “You’re going to have to get pretty specific. I don’t want any more miscommunication like with the Pamper Hamper. Do I, Teddy?” This was not the way this evening was supposed to happen. Not in his wildest dreams could he have believed the craziness of this ‘Singles Awareness Day’. The room fell quiet as Dani began diapering up Teddy the bear. First, she unfolded the diaper, almost popping it open. She raised the bear’s lower half into the Tykable. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling, his face ever expression-less, he was just a stuffy after all. However, Paul actually felt the acute pain of jealousy. How come the bear didn’t have to say anything to get Dani’s full attention? This was going to be the end of the partnership between them, no more Paul and Teddy, that bear was going to stay in the closet for good. Maybe even be shipped back home for being a backstabbing traitor. Dani must have done a lot of diaper changing at her stent with that daycare, her familiarity with stuffy diapering was somewhat masterful. In little time, the tapes were sealed and Teddy was snug as a bug in his adult diaper. “What do you think?” Dani asked as she held up the freshly swaddled teddy bear. Paul felt his face turn red as his command over the English language left him. “I.. uh… yeah.” Dani taunted, “I think somebody’s jealous, Teddy.” Teddy leered back at him with those plastic eyes, gloating without saying a word, a faint hint of a smile present on his stitched lips. And Paul thought they were bros to the very end. “I think it’s time to close this box,” Dani suggested, “unless there’s another baby that needs anything.” Paul let her words hang in the air, licking his lips and settling back against the door. He croaked, “Close it.” Dani appeared to be a bit disappointed, but she quickly moved on. “Alright then, let’s eat some wrecked pizza and watch a movie. You, me and Teddy makes three.” ———— It was impossible to focus on the movie. Since there was little in the name of furniture, the three of them shared his bed for the entirely awkward hour and a half. Paul wanted to audit the minutes because it felt like an eternity. The worst part about the whole thing was that he should have been enjoying himself. Dani was literally on top of him for the full movie. A good part of it resting her head on his shoulder making him feel big and powerful. He breathed in the intoxicating scent of girly shampoo, something fruity, something flowery, something very much nice smelling. Another good part she forced his head onto her shoulder, which made him small and vulnerable. His cheek pressed against the spot just above her cushioning breasts, he was careful not to move his head too far south, he didn’t want to start up that walking, talking thesaurus of naughty bits again. This whole interaction brought about deep thinking. He certainly wasn’t watching the movie with all of the sensory overload. Paul didn’t know what he wanted to be for Dani, and it wasn’t exactly as romantic as he had pictured it in his imagination. Mostly due to the fact that Teddy the bear sat just on her other side. The stuffed animal was safely diapered and tucked away under her arm like a competing lover. Throughout the movie, Dani purposely squeezed the diaper clad stuffy’s bottom, making it rustle and crinkle. At least it felt on purpose to Paul. Thankfully, the credits eventually started rolling up the screen, and Paul flew up from the bed like he was holding his breath the entire thing. When he was finally on his feet, he started pacing around the room. The pent up nervous energy transformed into kinetic anxiety, and his shaking hands found his pockets. Paul said, “So we had a fun night, didn’t we?” She answered, “Very informative, to say the least.” Dani reacted to his newly emptied space by laying flat and spreading out on his sheets. Then Paul asked the question he really wanted to ask. “When do you think you need to head back to your dorm? It’s getting late.” Dani made herself more comfortable in his bed, and doing the same for Teddy, the smug bear was smiling again. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. My roommate is having her boyfriend over for the night. I kinda don’t want to interrupt whatever they’re doing… mostly because they’re doing each other.” “Dani! You can’t just invite yourself into my dorm and spend the night.” Dani appeared appalled. “And why not?” “People are going to say things… I don’t know.” Paul once again ran his hands through his hair, which was partly slick from sweat which had long cooled. This was far from perfect, now she wouldn’t leave. “Oh my!” Dani pressed her hands to her cheeks, faking a reaction to his old fashioned sensibilities. “When they gossip about us, do you think they’re going to mention the diapers?” “Dani, you wouldn’t dare!” “Come on, Paul, I know better than to betray you like that. It’s not my place to understand you, it’s my place to accept you. All of you — Even the crinkly parts.” He asked, “You really mean that?” Dani nodded. Paul smiled for the first time since the opening of the diaper box, also known as the Pamper Hamper. How quickly that newborn smile disappeared. “Well, I might have to see you in one to satisfy my curiosity,” Dani threw out her idea expecting him to catch it. He had no intention of catching that hot potato. She could keep her curiosity, in fact she could shove that curiosity somewhere special. His face felt warm, that cold sweat made an unexpected return. Paul blushed. “I.. I can’t do that, Dani.” “Please, pretty please. It’ll be super cute, and it could be our secret. I can help if you want.” She paused waiting for a response, her eyebrows remained raised to mid forehead. An almost cartoonish look. Paul shook his head, pretty vehement about her latest suggestion, no matter how enthused his friend was about him wearing a diaper. “It’s not going to happen, nope. Never. Ever.” They had been friends long enough for him to know that Dani wouldn’t just take ‘no’ for an answer. She was stubborn as she was high energy and unmovable once her mind was set on something. And her mind was set on those diapers. Dani asked, “What if I didn’t give you a choice?” What was going on? Paul didn’t like the dark look in her eyes. It captured his own, forced him to look her directly into the darkness, or down at the floor. Nowhere else. Dani slithered out of the bed all sexy-like, crawling with gentle fluid motions, as she sauntered to the black trunk on all fours. She used the Pamper Hamper to pull herself upright, keeping her eyes locked on Paul who cowered against the wall. She now stood between him and the door, closing the space of the small room, and pressing him literally into a corner. And she kept coming closer. “Maybe we’re over-thinking this. By the looks of it, you’re having a ‘hard’ time asking me for something, but I already know what you want.” Paul swallowed. “Do you think you could handle that?” Dani continued, “Change the rules of our little game?” “This isn’t a game, Dani.” How could he explain this to her? This guilt ridden side product of himself had gained a life of its own. Now she was goading him into a diaper. His super secret stash was spiraling out of the realm of fantasy and turning this night into something bizarre. Dani asked, “Do you want to play, Paul?” Paul went to open his mouth to tell her to stop, but he didn’t want her to stop. She was in his space now, dominating him despite her shorter stature. “I’m going to be honest with you,” Dani said as she raked his t-shirt with her fingers. “I’ve been waiting so long for you to pull a move on me. Then it dawned on me tonight — I should pull the move on you.” “Dani, I just didn’t know what to say,” Paul pleaded his case as his crush closed in for the kill. “Shut up and kiss me, you Big Baby.” Dani wrapped one hand around his shirt, tugging him down to her height. The other reached around the back of his head, forcing his mouth to her, where she waited with soft pursed lips. Paul was surprised to find a gentle kiss at the end of all of her manhandling embrace. They stayed like that for a while, lips locked, softly breathing, pressed against that dorm room wall. Eventually all kisses come to an end, some last longer than others, some too long, some too short. This one was just right. “I can’t wait to see where this takes us,” Dani whispered. “I just need you to do one more thing.” “Anything, Dani.” Paul sounded so romantic, like something from the movie they’d just watched. His words slipping out through harsh whispers and heavy panting. This little girl had him wrapped around her finger, she could manipulate him any way that she wanted now. Paul had become her yo-yo, a toy at the end of a string, that would come when she called with a curled finger. “I’m going to need you to put on a diaper, my curiosity has been in overdrive, and I’ve been tingling since I first saw them.” “Tingling?” Paul wondered. Dani grabbed his hand and pressed it against her. Now he was tingling, too. “I want to see you in your diaper,” Dani repeated with a sense of horny urgency. Paul tried to pull himself together. “Um. Okay. I can do this – Actually, I can’t.” “Alright, time to do things my way,” Dani purred before she led him by the hand to his bed. “The little ones always try to avoid a diaper change.” He let her take him by the wrist to his bed, his feet tripping up behind him, a snail-like walk of shame to his special place. Next thing he knew, Paul was laying next to Teddy. One of them was already diapered. The room was changing now. Even if the real walls, floor, and ceiling remained the same, it was all too different from this perspective. Almost like hanging upside down. His dorm room now belonged to Dani, it started to feel like her daycare. And Paul? He felt like a toddler needing a diaper change. This feeling was nothing like he had expected; a trembling excitement tickled his senses as he welcomed the transformation. His bed was less a bed, and more a changing table. His body felt less like his own; more like cute property belonging to Dani. If she wanted him in diapers, who was he to argue with her? He was so little, so free, so ready to be in his space. It felt good to dismiss some of that responsibility for being alive, it felt even better knowing that he was in her hands. Dani leaned over him, her cave moss black hair tickled his face, her smile delighted his soul. She chirped, “We should probably go over some ground rules before we get started.” “Ground rules, good idea,” Paul mindlessly parroted from his spot on the bed. “You don’t poop in these things do you?” Paul quickly shook his head. “Um. No, not me.” “Good,” Dani laughed. “I’m pretty sex positive but that pushes my limits.” He couldn’t get over how she was so intoxicating, the feeling of being beneath her, and at her mercy. She asked, “What about wetting them?” Uh-oh. His guilty expression must have given him away, because her face lit up when she hit the jackpot. “You do, don’t you! O-M-G. You are totally a pants-wetting baby. And you’ve been hiding it this whole time. What a naughty brat!” Paul giggled when she tickled the sides of his belly. A sweet surprise for both of them. The transformation was complete, he was no longer a college kid worried about college kid things. He was a little kid, doing very little kid things. Her playful condemnation took him to that space, her smile was a paid ticket for that ride. In his space, Paul wasn’t worried about saying the wrong thing because babies didn’t say anything at all. They listened to their senses and their immediate surroundings. Little Paul melted into the softness of the sheets, the calming presence of Dani, and the protection of that diaper. Dani ordered, "Open up." He did. The oncoming red pacifier suddenly felt at home between his lips. A start to something that he'd never shown anyone before - a vulnerable side of him kept in a box under a bed. The moment moved in slow motion, her hands at his belt, unbuttoning his pants, her struggle to shimmy the jeans free from his legs. While awkward, it felt right. It took two tries to yank his boxers down with his jeans at a spot around his ankles. It felt weird to allow her to see him naked, weirder than letting her rifle through his Pamper Hamper. However, it was far too late to turn around now; and when he saw the way Dani bit her lower lip, like he was dessert before dinner, he didn't want to turn around at all. The way forward was that diaper. "You're going to have to help me by lifting your legs," Dani said as she prepared the Tykable. "You're like twice my size and 500 pounds heavier than me." Paul didn't say anything. Partly because of the pacifier. Partly because he didn't like to say much at all. Dani was going to do all of the talking now, which was a good thing, because she never was afraid to speak her mind. She reminded him, “Paul, your knees need to go up to your chest.” Yes. That’s what he needed to do. Paul bent his legs and raised them to his chest, straining to help her slide the diaper underneath him. The room was so very quiet. The soft sounds of rustling disposable and suckling pacifier almost covered up his heavy breathing. This was terrifyingly perfect. There was a wrongness associated with this kind of happiness, a guilty pleasure that came without consequence. Dani knew exactly what he wanted, and the best part was that he didn't have to say a single thing. "Let's make sure you smell nice and fresh," she whispered. Dani slapped the sides of the canister of baby powder to make it snow on his exposed diaper area. Paul kept looking for reassurance from her, afraid that she'd change her mind and become disgusted with him. Yet, that wonton playfulness was still there, even as the tapes sealed him tightly into his fresh diaper. Dani delighted in his comforting deep secret. "Okay, this is super cute – I should get a camera,” Dani was amused by his wild reaction. Mostly by the terrified look in his eyes. "I'm joking, baby. I'm totally joking. Except for the cute part. It's bringing something out in me that I don't want to hold back." Dani leaned over him to put Teddy in his arms, making sure that he got a good look under her hanging shirt. She made sure he got an eyeful, even pressing 'the girls' against his chest. He was so deep into his space, he curled up tighter to Teddy, and pressed his nose against his stitched lips. The bear did smell like baby, but so did Paul. The short girl with curly hair, the one with the infectious smile, looked him over like he was a 'job well-done'. Paul had to admit that her diapering was pretty solid, it felt snug and secure, even Teddy's was barely budging. As watched her watch him, Paul wondered how he looked in a t-shirt and diaper with a pacifier between his lips. He squeezed his thighs together, pressing his diaper between his legs. Dani was waiting for something from him, or her, or something to happen. Paul just laid there waiting as well. “Paul, if you get to pretend to be my baby, can I pretend to be your mommy?" For tonight only. Dani as his mommy. Paul as her baby. Alone Together. The end of their evening was at hand. Being alone together wasn't so bad an idea after all. Dani cheerfully waltzed to the room’s lone light switch, lightheartedly flickering the lights on and off, eventually leaving the room in total darkness. Paul soaked in the senses of the quiet room. A t-shirt landed on his face. Dani’s black t-shirt. He softly chuckled behind his pacifier as he pulled it free. Next came her bra, which almost poked him in the eye. Paul was about the protest until he saw Dani standing before him. The room wasn’t dark enough to hide her pale skin, or her naked torso. It was breathtaking. She shook the *ahem* baby oil in her hands, making it slosh against the plastic bottle. The night drifted into oblivion with these final words. "Alright, baby. Time to play." And then she joined him in bed. The End

I find there aren't enough DD/LG non-sexual stories so i decided i had to write my own . Critiques are welcome its about 9500 words so I'll be posting in parts a bit of a slow burn so be patient or whatever. Also i suck at titles so just go with it. All parties are adults and this scenario is completely fictitious any similarities to real life events are purely coincidental. Kristan had just gotten her summer bonus deposited and decided it was a great day to blow her check at the mall. She had made this a bit of a tradition anytime her quarterly bonus was bigger than she expected. As she roamed around the relatively empty post pandemic era mall scene, she grabbed a few pieces she had already scouted out online. She bounced from store to store for hours carrying the large paper bags from Zara, Saks, and Coach. She stopped in the food court and grabbed a pizza and a lemonade and relaxed sitting alone scrolling her phone aimlessly as a mix of music and TikTok’s played in her headphones. After a little over an hour, she finally had to go to the bathroom but didn't want to take her new items in a public bathroom or have to go all the way back to her car and then come back. But she had a plan that avoided both of those possibilities. Tucked between two stores was an inconspicuous door with a hallway that led to the security and administrative offices and a single stall private bathroom. In that security office was a nice guy named Mark who would watch her stuff while she used the nice restroom tucked between the offices in a secondary hallway on the other side of his office. As she slowly walked across the mall, she reached the hallway labeled ‘Offices’ she opens the hallway door and walks down toward his door. She knocked on the door awaiting Mark to answer. But after about 2 minutes no one answered she knocked again. Still no answer. Figuring maybe he went on break or was off doing patrol, she started to dread the long walk back to her car to drop the things off and then back into the truly public mall bathroom. But as she reached the end of the hall, she heard a door swing open, “Did you knock?” She turned around to see an unfamiliar face dressed in a security outfit like Mark would wear. “Oh, I was looking for Mark.” “Mark?? … Oh Mark! He got a new position a few weeks ago. I’m the new guy Jared. How can I help you?” “Oh well Mark would let me leave my bags in the office and use the admin bathroom so I wouldn’t have to take my stuff in the public bathroom. I understand that’s probably not protocol, but I would appreciate if you could do it this one time, I’d greatly appreciate it cause I’m parked on the other side of the mall.” Jared looks up and down scratching the back of his head, “Yeaa, you’re right definitely not protocol. But I could probably do it this time. I’m not sure about the future cause I might get in trouble if they see a customer coming out of there. But you could always leave your stuff here and use a regular customer bathroom” he said with a slight chuckle looking down on Kristan. Kristan was about 5’4, probably 165 pounds. Jared stood a sturdy 6’4 probably 230 pounds like he lifted weights occasionally but wasn’t a gym rat either. He opens his office door back and looks through the glass window that faces the secondary hallway where the bathroom and offices are and notices its clear. He looks back at her and notices her fidgeting some. “Well, it looks unoccupied right now so you can do it this one time I guess.” Kristan sighs relief, "thank you sooooo much," and walks toward the door he’s now holding open. She drops her bags in the small security office and moves quickly through the second door on the opposite side of the room and into the bathroom. She relieves herself and washes her hands. As she returns to the security office, she walks in on him intently reviewing the plethora of cameras watching the mall. “Thanks again, I’ll try not to disrupt you in the future with this… Jared right” He rises from his seat and reaches out his hand. “Yup Jared. And honestly, it’s probably no problem I’m just a new guy don’t want to risk it. So, you may have to wait, but there’s 2 seats and a whole couch in here so that shouldn’t be a problem” he says giving her a strong handshake. They smile at each other, and he leads her out the door. Kristan waves and heads out to continue her shopping day.

Hiii! As an American I liked it 10! The pictures went so fast though I wanted to study them more. 🧜‍♂️

Well, if this reticence for solid food continues, I think we're going to see Patrick as all liquid-fed here before long and on his way to zero for real? Love the daycare reports, they're a great third-party telling of his progress. It sounds like they'll need a crib for him there before long. Those tantrums also sound intriguing... they could be both a sign of how far gone he is and a danger for the caregivers and real kids. Look forward to more!

I haven't checked the last page of replies yet, but there is a chance that tape is in the VCR right now. She did mention her mom liked to watch the tapes even during non holiday season. That is the latest one and she could be watching that one to see more of how Emilia is growing up beyond her sister, at least in her mom's eyes. I think the mother has something effed up inside her mentally to do what she is doing. This seems well beyond narcissism. I would like to hope that she isn't inherently this evil.

Just don't fly with diaper powder unless you want to meet the nice NSA EXO man. Apparently diaper powder is EXTREMELY DANGEROUS and very explosive according to the NSA. So the TSA will call them because their instruments only say boom while the NSA instruments say go zoom.

Are you going to be diapered on the flight down there? You might as well be.... It's your new lifestyle. And if you're taking diapers with you in your luggage, the TSA would pretty much expect you to be in diapers. Check out that TSA Notification Card that I posted a photo of on page 2 of this thread... You can get it from the TSA website here: https://www.tsa.gov/sites/default/files/disability_notification_card_508.pdf Just type what you want in the white space, download it, and print it. I laminated mine too. Then if they stop you for an extra check, show them the card to get a private screening.

If pull-ups do the job, then more power to you, but diapers are the better solution, if you have leakage incidents with the pull-ups. They're a big psychological step, though, compared with pull-ups. But there should be no shame in wearing either a pull-up or a diaper - they're just a tool you use to manage your life, your way. Some people never fully potty-train - just go to the supermarket or the drug store and look at the fifty feet of aisle dedicated to pull-up diapers that fit kids ages 6-16, and then the other fifty feet of adult pull-ups and diapers. You are not alone. Lots of big kids still need little kid protection.

I lived in Ohio till I was about 21. We had a few homes with septic tanks. My dad opened one of them up and since we didn't have the money to do it correctly , he let it over flow into a home made leach bed, it smelled bad wen the wind was the wrong direction . But it was all of the home waste black water etc. I just learned a lot about what was not allowed out here by being in the Service and repair business . We live in the mountains now so about 4000 ft, and we are in city, so on all of the underground stuff . Our water supply pipes are are worse worry, even though most of that is inside of the inner walls, we have chances of that freezing . But back when I worked on appliances etc, I saw a lot of Mickey Mouse washer drain hookups. And got to show soo many people why you don't duct tape the drain hose to the drain pipe, and I had one that ran a garden hose from the washer drain out to the back yard. And the hose had fallen down so it was lower than the washer tub and they called us because the water wouldn't fill up ?? like what kind of idiot would do that. Well I saw a lot of stuff . Hugs Back

Loved the story so much that I stayed up all night reading it

I like it so far. Why does Lydia already have a loose diaper that fits Amelia in her purse? Great build having her shy bladder unable to pee when she really has to go. Also, wonder if any of holden’s or the sister’s friends will be at the campsite. Maybe it’s a yearly thing for them 🫣🤔

If I wet without waking up, being in a diaper means that diaper gets wet but the bed stays dry. And if I wake up needing to pee, using the diaper means that I don't have to get up to go to the bathroom.

If there was not something going on, and this is normal, would not the size8 have been around longer since the market would be ther all the time? Follow the money

I can tell you that wearing a diaper is quite pleasant even if you stay dry. Very warm and snug and frilly and nobody knows. And if you do have an accident you’re protected. Buy yourself some now. You’ll be happy you did.

All Characters are over 18. ----- Alone Together Dani called it ‘Singles Awareness Day’, as if renaming Valentine's Day changed the fact they were both hopelessly single. To fix it, she came up with an idea, why not spend the evening alone together? "Isn't this a great idea, Paul?" Dani beamed as she looked up at him. He nodded. “Yeah, if you say-so.” Paul couldn’t get over how her backpack made her look shorter and smaller, like a pint-sized paratrooper. Dani was notoriously childish in their friend group, but it was endearing and cute in a way. Her skipping about the dorm’s tiny elevator was par for the course. He watched her black mop of short curly hair bounce with every hop. He had already acknowledged his crush on this bundle of energy — at least to himself. It wasn’t a lack of acknowledging his feelings that kept him at bay. He lacked courage like a cowardly lion, and getting it wouldn’t be as easy as following the yellow brick road. The problem was he didn’t know what to say. There were no right words that could come straight from his heart. If he said something wrong, he'd lose her. And he didn't want to lose Dani. He didn’t want to lose the way she could make them both laugh, or the way she made ordinary life more 'interesting'. Paul asked, “What are we planning on doing tonight?” “I was thinking a little bit of studying, we have that test coming up. Maybe we can do a movie. I don’t know, mostly. We can figure it out as we go. Does that make you nervous?” “No, I’m not nervous.” Paul was totally nervous. He was more of a meticulous planner type, while Dani was as spontaneous as a shaken soda, and twice as bubbly. Dani knew this. There was also a dangerous temptation to build up tonight into something bigger. He tried to squash it every time he thought about them ‘alone’ ‘together’. “Which one is yours?” Dani eyed the long line of doors in the hall. “The one on the right at the very end,” Paul answered as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket. This was the first time he’d brought a girl up to his dorm room, and he needed everything to be perfect. He spent way too much time cleaning his room, making sure everything was out of sight, and in the right place. It just had to be perfect. Unfortunately for Operation Perfection, his clumsiness had different plans. His keys caught the edge of his pocket, and he helplessly watched them fall in slow motion. There was nothing he could do as his keys clattered onto the yellowing tile floor. “Don’t worry, I got them.” Dani bent down to pick up the fallen keys. As she did, the neckline of black t-shirt dipped ever-so slightly, revealing ample cleavage and a well fitting pink bra. Dani was certainly stacked for a short girl, his guy friends made sure to mention that every time it was ‘just the boys’. She caught him gawking on her way up, as they locked eyes for the briefest moment. “Were you just staring at my boobs?” “No!” he choked. “I wasn’t staring at your… your… “ “Breasts?” “No.” “Ta-tas. Melons. Fun bags. Titties.” Paul snatched the keys from her hands. “You can stop now.” “Why? It’s making you squirm, and I just love watching you squirm. It’s cute.” Whatever. Red-faced Paul pressed himself against the door to his room, wrestling the uncooperative key inside the cantankerous lock. All he managed to do was rattle it around. His palms felt sweaty, but he didn’t dare wipe them on his jeans. “It helps if your hand doesn’t shake,” Dani taunted. “My hands aren’t shaking, you’re just being annoying.” Dani took his aggravation as an invitation to continue, prodding at his prudish nature with a wicked grin. “Puppies. Cupcakes. Twins. Jigglies. Honkers. Oh, hooters. That’s a good one.” Eventually, he managed to open the door. Much to Paul’s relief. He wasn’t aware of Dani’s depth of vocabulary, but she could probably have gone on all night, like a walking, talking thesaurus for naughty bits. Luckily, the room was just how he left it. Freshly made bed, no dirty clothes on the floor, he even dusted the corners of bookshelves and desk. Safely hidden away in the black trunk under his bed were things that Dani could not see. On pain of death. He flipped the light and threw his bag into its corner before plopping down in his computer chair. Dani just stood at the door with her hands on her hips. “What?” Paul asked. “So this is where the magic doesn’t happen.” Paul groaned. Why did he agree to have her over again? Also, why did his heart skip a beat and his mouth go dry every time he was around this annoying Hobbit-sized girl? Some questions didn’t have good answers. “I’m joking, Paul. It’s nice. It’s clean. Like you just killed somebody, and you hid all of the evidence.” “I like a well kept living space,” Paul said with a shrug. “That’s exactly what a killer would say.” Dani waltzed into the room, taking it all in like a tourist. She stopped at the edge of his bed. Paul held his breath. This was a bad idea. A lot of secrets hid under that bed, just a foot away from her feet. Secrets that would send her running away to the hills. Dani playfully wondered aloud, “If I was a dead body, where would I be.” Paul exclaimed, “Could you just be normal for one second?” “No, I can’t. Not even for one second.” Detective Dani peered around the room holding an invisible magnifying glass. This was a game for her now, and it was in his best interest to play along. He didn’t want to rouse her suspicions. His guest busied herself about the room, checking the top of his dresser, then the pillows on his made bed, evaluating his living space. There wasn’t much to evaluate, since he was a broke college student. His living conditions could be best described as spartan or austere. Spartan sounded cooler, like push-ups and swords and stuff. “Aha! I think I’ve figured it out," Dani announced. "You're totally hiding dead hookers in your closet." He answered, "You got me." There wasn't anything interesting in the closet. She could search in there all day with nothing to show for it except for collared shirts and hanging slacks. Dani wiggled her fingers as she went to pull open the closet door, awaiting an objection from Paul. There wasn't any. He slid his hands behind his head and reclined back in his desk chair; Dani would soon tire of this game, hopefully. Otherwise it’d be a long night. “OMG! That’s so cute!” What did she find? Paul shot up from the chair, trying to get an eye on Dani and find out what her prying uncovered. One second. Two seconds. A lifetime passed before Dani whipped around holding a giant teddy bear. His giant teddy bear. His visitor was grinning from ear to ear, a genuine smile. He knew her enough to recognize when she was being herself. Dani said, “This is adorable, what’s his name?” “Teddy.” Dani snuggled with the big bear. “Hi, Teddy.” “It’s just something I brought from home,” Paul explained while fighting a blush. “You know, kid stuff to remember being a kid.” “Do you still sleep with it? Like a baby?” He coughed. “No, it stays in the closet. Put it back.” “Jeez, no need to get all defensive of a stuffie-wuffie.” Her mocking pouty face actually looked kind of cute, but it also forced him to cross his legs to cover up his tightening jeans. His special reaction to her baby talk. Dani held the huge bear up with both hands before bringing it down to her chest for a quick nuzzling. Then she stopped and sniffed it. Paul immediately recognized the entirely dangerous inquisitive look coming about her face. She said, “This teddy smells like baby.” “What does that even mean?” Paul asked. He was worried, he knew exactly what it meant. “He smells like a daycare, you know, like baby stuff. I worked at one last summer break. It isn’t a bad smell, it’s just strange that it doesn’t smell like a stinky college boy.” Paul needed to put this thing to bed before it got even more awkward. “Well, I did have it as a kid… And maybe you’re just smelling something you want to smell.” “Why would I want to smell diapers?” Dani rebutted with a squenched nose. “I’ve smelled enough stinky diapers to last a lifetime. Trust me.” She tossed the large teddy onto the waiting bed, it flopped unceremoniously against the pillows. Its tired stitching and faded fabric could tell plenty of embarrassing stories — If it could talk, but it’s lips were stitched shut. Teddy was a close partner when Paul was in that space, a keeper of hidden skeletons like the black trunk beneath the bed. The stuffy stared back at him, almost apologizing with both black beady eyes. Like it let him down, revealing his big secret. But it looked like his secret was safe. For now, at least. ———— “Who knew biology could be so boring?” Dani groaned as she floundered around on his bed. Somehow they’d been able to keep focused for almost half an hour. A new world record. Dani had her notes out and everything. Now it looked like all of it was crumbling to pieces. Paul knew he was on borrowed time anywise; at least he could pretend that they had been productive. “When do we get to the sex stuff?” “Come on, Dani. Is that all that you think about?” “Yes. It’s biology. Hormones, Pheromones, porno moans.” “Dani.” He let his disapproval known. “You need to loosen up, Paul. We were supposed to have fun tonight.” “You mean to say that studying isn’t fun?” Paul joked, he stood up from his desk to head over to his tv. “Let’s watch a movie, then. I’m down for anything as long as it’s not romance.” Dani rose up her knees on the bed. This had finally caught her attention. “Netflix and chill? Paul you are a wiley one. I didn’t realize you were that kind of boy. The real question is, am I that kind of girl?” Once again, he chose to ignore her, which hadn't worked to quiet her all night. Paul had the remote in his hands, trying to get to a movie so Dani would stop embarrassing him. It said it was a smart tv on the box, but Paul begged to differ. The responsiveness left a lot to be desired, he quickly got frustrated and tossed the remote to Dani. Then he checked his phone. “I can’t believe the pizza isn’t here yet.” “Yeah, we ordered it ages ago. Maybe some alien ate it.” “What?” Paul looked up from his phone. Dani shrugged. “I don’t know, I don’t think through all the things I say sometimes.” “Just stay quiet then, like everyone else when they can’t think of something… to say.” Paul faded away as his eyes locked onto the tv screen. He couldn't move, only watch as the dread creeped up back into his neck. “Why is this in the Kids section?” Dani asked, but she didn’t switch away. She saw the same thing he did. All eyes were on the line of shows making up the row of 'keep watching'. The baby shows, all mid-episode, there was no way out of this one. What would he say to her? What 'could' he say to her? Paul quickly came up with a lie. "I share my account with my family, I guess someone was babysitting or something." "Uh-huh." Dani went about looking through the hours of toddler content, the perplexed, inquisitive gleam in her eye not fading a bit. Paul started, "I don't think-" Dani pressed play. The way she settled into his bed just begged for another pathetic explanation from him. Paul failed to give her any explanation, just staring at the screen mouth open, as the babies danced around in their oversized colorful diapers to classical music. The works of Mozart were supposed to make babies smarter or something. It was an easy sale to nervous parents concerned about development. He didn't know if it was true, or cared to find out. Right now, he had to get that remote out of Dani's hands. He couldn't exactly tackle her and rip it away. Even if that's what he really wanted to do. Paul had to play this cool, walk it away slowly. She was already suspecting ‘something’, between the baby-smelling oversized teddy and the toddler entertainment suite. Paul asked, "Why are you watching this?" "Why were ‘you’ watching this?" If conversations could be compared to fencing, Dani was a master at swordplay. She had a sharp wit and a swift delivery. Most of the time, she pretended to be silly, but that was just act like a drunken master from old Kung Fu movies. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she had a rapier pressed to his chest. He tried to explain a second time. "I wasn't watching this.. " "It's actually kind of cute," Dani interrupted him, taking ownership of the remote and the flow of conversation. "We used to have shows like this for the kids at the daycare. We couldn't watch too many of them, there were a lot of state laws and such about screen time." Paul complained, "Come on, let's watch a movie." Dani replied, "I want to watch this." "Why? What's so good about this baby show?" "It's making you squirm, and I love it." Paul collapsed back into his computer chair, fainting like a distressed damsel onto a waiting divan. Next would come the incessant fanning. Which he needed, he was breaking a sweat, hopefully Dani didn't notice. He'd have to sit through whatever Dani was planning, if she even had a plan. Dani wasn't the planning type— but he was. However, there was nothing in his blueprint for this moment, so he froze in his chair, hoping for it all to end. This moment, or the world, whichever came first. The babies on the screen rolled, waddled and crawled around to some Beethoven. "Whoa! Check out the size of that diaper," Dani broke the silence. "Reminds me of the toddler class, how'd they'd just poop themselves and go about their business. As if no one noticed that a tail grew inside their diaper, right?" Paul echoed, "Right.. " Dani sat up on the bed. "We'd have to constantly check them, like they were all smuggling poop in their diapers. Which they didn't like the checking either. And if you found out, you had to chase them down to get them to the changing room." Paul laughed. He was supposed to laugh, it didn't feel natural. "Paul, why don't you come here?" What was she hinting at? At first, Paul pretended his butt was glued to the seat, or that he was brain dead, or that the floor was lava; because he was going nowhere near Dani when she wore that Cheshire grin on her face. Then she did it, Dani curled her finger and beckoned him from her spot on the bed. He found himself on his feet, taking slow steps towards her. He was actually experiencing tunnel vision, the blurring on the periphery made the moment only about Dani and his shuffling feet on the tile floor. Dani wiggled herself to the edge of the bed, continuing to lure him into invisible jagged rocks. Her siren song, a quiet verse, her curling finger did all the talking. Paul asked, “What do you want?” “Hold still.” Paul did as he was told. A powerful force kept him in place, he became the final fence post after the hurricane had already blown the rest of the pickets away. He felt her finger trail down his lower back, yanking away the backside of his jeans and boxers. Dani smiled as she got a healthy view of his butt. And Paul just stood there, like a good fence post. Dani giggled. “All clean!” He blinked. Did she just check to see if he messed his pants like a toddler? This was becoming too much for him to handle. The heat rose up his neck, he was sure his face was red, probably because he was holding his breath. “Paul, you okay?” Dani wrapped her hands around his waist. “Earth to Paul, you in there?” “I think so.” Unable to properly function, he sat down on the bed next to her. Dani was just playing a game, Paul thought to himself. This was all a game, and he needed to get himself under control. This was not ‘his’ space, or ‘his’ time, or… or… anything. Snap out of it, Paul. ———— “What are you doing, Dani?” Paul asked for the thousandth time. They’d spent some time talking, but it looked like her ADHD had kicked into gear. Dani was now boneless. He watched her slowly slide from the bed upside down and head first, her curly hair hung like cave moss, while her body melted onto the floor like a Salvador Dali clock. “I used to love doing this when I was a kid, just looking at the world this way. It’s quite the change of perspective. Join me.” Paul noticed her shirt rising up her chest, as gravity worked its magic in reverse. This time revealing her pale stomach and cute belly button. Join her, why not? These were the kind of adventures that kept the world on its toes. Only Dani could pull him out of his shell, she had a way of bringing out the carefree goofball inside of him. It was almost worth all of the annoyance. So he hung upside down like a goofball. It was silly. Relaxing. Perfectly matching the playful music on the television. Dani laughed at him, he laughed at her. The kind of soul sharing that only happens on the other side of the silver screen. Man, he liked this girl. Why couldn’t he just tell her so? Not now. Talking would’ve ruined this moment, so they cracked up and pointed like a pair of mimes huffing laughing gas. The sublime combination of giggles and gravity eventually brought both college kids to the floor. Paul looked at her, saw her in a special way, she glanced back as mischievous as ever. It was time. Paul prepared to move in for a soft kiss. Then ‘IT’ happened. And not the kiss. “What’s that box under your bed?” Paul panicked. “What box?” “The. Big. Black. Box-thingy right there.” The. Big. Black. Box-thingy. It was right there. The trunk peeked out from beneath the perfectly made bed, halfway hidden in shadow, where he housed his ‘things’. He was thankful for the brass lock on the front, and the key on his keychain. A somewhat last line of defense now that it was out in the open. What could he do? Whatever it was, he had to do it fast. Maybe he'd just drag her out by the ankle and sling her back onto the elevator. He had to do something, but he wasn't doing anything. Paul was petrified, trying to stammer another lie, but the words came out in empty gasps. Dani asked, "Seriously, what's in the box?" Seriously. He had to answer her now that it was serious. Paul croaked, "Nothing." Even Paul failed to convince himself of his lie, he was as notorious a bad liar as Dani was a playful flirt. "I know," Dani gleamed, "That's where you keep your freaky-deaky porn stash." Paul swallowed. He should admit to the porn stash, that'd be a smart call. But then she'd want to see his porn stash, then she'd want to see inside the black box under the bed. “Um.” “Um?” Dani echoed. To his horror, she shuffled herself under the bed and started pulling the large black trunk from its hiding place. Paul grabbed her arm, harder than he intended. “No, don’t touch that!” Dani snapped, “What’s your problem, Paul?” There was a dark fire in her eyes, she was angry. Angry at him. He had messed this up, this was the opposite of perfection. This evening was a catastrophic failure, and if she got into that trunk, everything between them would be over. Paul warned her. “It’s private.” “I didn’t mean to make you upset,” she said as curled up with her knees against her chest. “I’m just trying to have fun. You know me, I’m curious about everything.” Paul waited for the right words. They didn’t come. Just the hurt feelings, and the pounding heart. “I thought we were close enough friends that we didn’t need secrets.” He replied, “Everyone needs secrets.” Paul stared at the trunk, a Pandora’s box of guilt and shame. Right now, he hated that box. He also hated that Dani was here. All of the fun was over, the carefree circus was done, time to pack up the tent. His phone buzzed on the floor next to him, Paul checked the screen. It was the pizza guy, in the lobby downstairs. Paul needed to fix this before he headed down to meet him. “It’s okay, Dani. We just have to have boundaries, that’s all.” “You know I’m a habitual line-crosser,” Dani chuckled. “That’s what I like about you. Sort of. Kind of. It’s one of your likable features, I guess.” Dani bursted into a smile. “You like me?” He wanted to say, ‘Yeah, I do.’ It felt good, and right. Somehow Paul had managed to steer clear of the iceberg. Now he could reveal his feelings, once and for all. Maybe Cupid did deliver on V-day, or ‘Singles Awareness Day’ as Dani called it. Paul flashed his phone. “It’s the pizza, I’ll go downstairs and get it. You chill up here, and we’ll talk when I get back.” Dani asked, “What about your mystery box?” “It’s locked, so knock yourself out.” Paul double checked to see if his keys were still in his pocket. Then left her with a parting grin. He’d practice what he wanted to say to her on the way to the elevator, and he’d have it perfect by the time he was back with the cheese pizza. ———— It was perfect. Dani was in his room, hot pizza box in his hands, making everyone in the elevator jealous. And they should be. Paul was having one of his better ‘Singles Awareness Days’. One of the best in history. He carefully balanced the pizza box as he removed his keys from his pocket. This time he didn’t drop them. Absolutely Perfect. The door to the room slowly opened to reveal Dani on the floor in front of a very open black trunk. She turned to him when she heard the door, the soft sheen of tears in her brown eyes. “I’m so sorry, it wasn’t locked.” The pizza box clattered to the floor at his feet.

Many thanks. It’s a bit embarrassing to have Mommy watching me poop but she wants to make sure that I do it properly. As a reward she nurses me afterwards. It’s much nicer than using a pacifier.

Florida cold is much different than the rest of the world. For me it just means more long sleeve shirts, and actually wearing socks around the house. 🙂

Just found this story - lots of fun and naughty. Love the "blowback" ones!

Chapter 3 Alphabeta’s testing hall put most universities to shame. Built in a multipurpose space that could’ve served for recitals, speeches, or even spectator sports with the right equipment. It had been lined with rows of tables to one side of the room, and long rune-scribed mats laid out on the other side, surrounded with personal shields so that spells could be thrown back and forth without risk of collateral damage. Girls were doing spells on those mats: Creating lights, conjuring shapes, lifting stones. Displaying their skills. A teacher by the entrance called out, her voice amplified so that everyone could hear her clearly, though nobody would find her voice uncomfortably loud. “Applicants to the right–find an open seat and sit down. You will not look up from your test until you’ve completed it. Once it’s done, bring your test to me, then head over to an open practice mat for practical demonstrations of ability.” Here, Daniel knew he’d shine. Swaggering to one of the open seats, he sat before the slightly-enchanted paper and picked up the #2 pencil provided. Multiple choice bubbles were so easy as to be laughable, and he blew through them one after the other. Questions about magical theory, basics that Daniel didn’t even need to consider–for many of the questions, he didn’t even need to look at the multiple choice options, he just knew the right answer immediately. Smirking as he got past the first page in minutes, he wondered how the nearby girls were doing–surely they found this as much of a joke as he did. Turning his head–No. His eyes remained on the next page of his test. (Hey, why can’t I–) Turning his head–No. His gaze stayed locked on the paper. (They enchanted us?) Straining, Daniel turned his head–No. He simply could not look up from the multiple choice questionnaire, no matter how much effort he poured into the attempt. Cheating wasn’t simply forbidden–it was impossible, robbing his autonomy away. (Note to self–figure out what this sort of spell is called. Figure out how to get around it.) Daniel wondered what’d happen if he found a loophole in their magic and managed to cheat. Would they give it a pass, because it demonstrated more skill and magical power than simply answering the questions normally? Then again, what good would cheating be if he could bypass spells created by the teachers? Flipping to the next page, he grinned. (Rune diagrams–they must have heard I was coming.) This was no test, it was a game. He knew runes better than the alphabet, and quickly identified the purpose of each diagram, flipping from page to page. Potions knowledge took a bit more effort, but not much–who could forget what amounted to memory puzzles and shopping lists? With every question, his confidence grew. He finished up before the girls sitting around him, most of whom had sat down before he walked into the room–and, once he stood up and his answers had been locked in, he was able to glance at their tests. (Wow, really? They’re getting answers wrong? This is…like… grade school stuff.) Walking back to the teacher by the door, he brought his test back to the teacher organizing this section. Holding out the sheaf of papers triumphantly, he said, “Here’s my test.” “That was fast, Miss…?” She took the stack and glanced through horn-rimmed spectacles at the top of the first paper. Finding his name printed there, she read out, “Aster.” “It wasn’t hard,” he replied, keeping a straight face–even dressed as a girl, he’d been caught off guard by the ‘Miss’. “I didn’t see any reason to slow down when I knew all the answers.” “The fastest results aren’t always the best,” she pointed out, thumbing through to check a few things before setting aside the stack. Daniel nearly ran his mouth: ‘In a duel, it’s the quicker warlock who wins, not the one who sits down to hem and haw over the details.’ He caught himself, just barely too late to keep from speaking entirely. “In a d…” (Witches don’t duel.) She raised an eyebrow at him. “Hmm?” “In a day or two,” he said, mouth running ahead of his thoughts, just filling the air. “Will we…know our test results?” She exhaled through her nose. “Ms. Aster, we don’t need to wait that long. I’ll have the results as soon as the last test is done.” Holding up his test, she added, “In fact, I’ve already graded this paper, and you did remarkably well–if you can handle yourself this well with practical magic, I am fully confident I’ll see you in my class.” “I’m sure I will.” He smiled, and–hoping to sell it a bit–gave a slight curtsy. Her expression flattened by degrees, a shade cooler than it’d been before his attempt at femininity. (Crap, crap–) “Don’t expect your confidence to get you through my lessons,” she added. “If you expect to breeze through this easily in my class, you’ll be sorely disappointed.” (Oh, she just thinks I’m cocky.) “I won’t. May I ask your name?” “Once you’re enrolled, Professor Blackburn,” she said. “Until then, I prefer non-students simply call me Velma.” He smiled. (Once I’m enrolled. Even the teachers know I belong at a school like this.) (Eh…not exactly like this, but certainly at a magic school.) “Thank you, Velma,” he said, turning to walk to the practice mats. Time for some practical magic. He stepped into the ring, and felt the slight pop of magic sealing around him, weighing on his ears like a pressurized airplane cabin at high altitude. Everything around fell silent–it was just him and the sound of his breath, with slightly aching ears from the pressure. Another student, a blonde girl about his height with a bandaid over her nose looked distraught and slightly pained as the magic sealed her into her own private bubble. He caught her gaze, smiled, and gestured to his face. Reaching up, he squeezed on his nostrils and blew until his ears popped. She mimicked him, expression melting to relief, and gave him a thumbs up in response. He smiled, waiting for instruction. A second passed. He shivered–he hadn’t accounted for the dress being this drafty, he was used to pants that kept his legs comfortably warm. His dress came down pretty far, but a gentle shifting of air in the room still sent cold tendrils up his bare legs. After a few more moments, glowing letters formed in front of him, hovering in the air. ‘Follow instructions accurately, quickly, and efficiently.’ “Okay, which instructions?” Then he answered his own joke. “Yup, that’s correct, the witch instructions.” The letters shifted. ‘Conjure light.’ Light spells were easy peasy, and about what he’d expected from a witch’s school–there wouldn’t be any fast, complicated evocations. Reaching into his purse, he took out his wand, flicked it in the air, and flexed his power. It felt like tensing muscles somewhere deep in his chest, except for a lack of physical strain on any part of his body–the more he tensed, the more power he unleashed, and here it took just a little burst of power for the desired effect. He created a little mote of werelight. The letters flashed green. ‘Dismiss light.’ He did so, releasing the tension he’d held over his heart. Robbed of its fuel, the light winked out like a lightbulb and the letters flashed green again. Again, simple. ‘Instructions understood. Proceeding to testing.’ “Uh…oh. That was just to make sure I…understood…” The letters had already begun to reform. ‘Create a physical construct four feet wide and six feet tall, capable of withstanding fifty Newtons of force.’ “Uh…uh…” The girl next to him was already working on it, already building a barrier. He had to stop and think, focusing on how much power he needed to stop that much force. “Cavilion Elementus?” he flexed his power to try and release just enough energy for the result he wanted, but it was like going to pick up an object without knowing how heavy it’d be, and he had no way of fixing after the fact if he overcompensated. Sending out power, he flicked his wand through the air. A slightly shimmering shield formed in front of him, then shattered. The instruction letters flashed red, highlighting the end, ‘Capable of withstanding fifty Newtons of force.’ He scowled–he’d been trying to avoid wasting power, but he’d undershot. He tried again, figuring out the exact level of magic power needed to pass by gut feel–a bit of trial and error based on the failed attempt, and a bit of superstitious guessing. “Cavilion Maximus!” This time it worked, but when the letters flashed green, they seemed…duller. No shiny success for him, just an adequate result. Another set of instructions formed, asking him to manipulate flame. Trying to whip out the magic, he sent a gout of fire that burned a brief hole in the letters, stopping against the edge of the invisible seal that penned in his practice mat. He tried again, slower–when he stopped and focused on exactly what he needed to do, he did better. It went like that. His hastily conjured magic worked one in four times, but more often than not he had to try again, reworking the power needed on the fly. None of the spells were particularly complicated or immensely difficult, but they were tricky and specific–he didn’t want to take an hour on each one to work out exactly how much energy he should send out, not when speed was being accounted for, but instead he kept flubbing it, using far too much or far too little power. The girl with the band aid on her nose finished up. When she left, she gestured to her ears and beamed at him, calling out words he couldn’t hear. He smiled weakly. (She’s done already?) Another girl took up that spot. That girl left, too, replaced by yet another would-be student. Aware how long he was taking, aware of every mistake, Daniel tried to get closer to finishing. He put himself more into every spell, but it didn’t help–that just meant his mistakes were more dramatic. Thirty spells in total passed, and by the end, sweat had begun to drip down the back of his neck. He remembered Velma’s words: “If you can handle yourself this well with practical magic.” (“If.”) Clearly, he couldn’t. His practical magic sucked so much that even these witches were doing laps around him. He needed to turn things around, and he couldn’t, because there were no spells left to test him on–save for one. The letters reformed. ‘Lift the stone. It will grow heavier over time. Keep it suspended for as long as you can.’ A test of strength and nothing else. Okay. If he couldn’t be precise, he could at least be strong. He wasn’t sure how long the girls around him had lasted, he just knew he had to make it longer, to show off enough raw power to stand out from the pack. A pebble appeared, popping into existence in front of him. He took a breath, focused on what he wanted to do, flexed the psychic muscles in his chest, and lifted the stone, hovering at a point a few feet off the ground. Levitation had its difficult parts, but this wasn’t one of them. Moving things around precisely? Daniel struggled there; it took too many precise releases of power to control direction and thrust. Quickly? Even harder–take all the issues of precision and put them on a time crunch. But just holding the rock in place in the air didn’t take precision, just focus and power. Daniel didn’t feel the effort at first, but as seconds passed, the stone began to grow, swelling out with his breath. Inhale, nothing. Exhale, and it expanded, like a balloon drawing on his own magic. He reached into himself, to the deep well of power somewhere in his belly, anchoring himself to the magic. The rock swelled past the size of a basketball, then a beach ball. He braced himself, spreading his legs into a solid stance he’d seen in a kung-fu movie, reaching deeper. (I’m strong enough to lift the rock,) he told himself. (This is true. This is the way things are. My will overpowers reality. I am strong enough to lift the rock.) He had to believe it–if he didn’t believe it, deep in his core, the magic would fail. Truth was no mere social construct, for the purposes of magic, truth carried weight. In order to lift the rock, he needed to believe he was strong enough to lift it, and that belief had to be founded in truth. The paradox would make him go cross eyed if he thought about it too much, so he didn’t think about it. Fully a boulder now, the rock grew larger, and larger. He had begun to sweat so much it justified his choice of premium setting powder. Breathing deeply, Daniel lowered his hands down almost to his knees and lifted them up, as though pushing the rock with his palms. Levitation magic boiled the air, and he saw sparks of light shimmer around him. (I am strong enough. I can lift anything.) Power flowed from him. He could do this. He would do this. He’d show the school that, for all he lacked, he had the might of great warlocks of old, and the will to use it. The rock grew bigger, so big it pressed against the shimmering shield surrounding his testing platform, sending up motes of angry light as the barrier struggled to contain his spells, to keep it from spilling out into the testing hall at large. (Is this enough? Am I even doing well?) It wobbled, threatening to fall out of the air. (What if this is expected, too? What if I’m kidding myself, if every girl here can lift these boulders and I’m a joke for telling myself this is impressive?) It started to sink, dropping, nearly touching the ground. He sucked in his air, throwing out more power. (No–no. Hold on. I’ve seen them testing. I haven’t watched, but I’ve seen–other girls lifted rocks. None had one this big.) Exhaling, Daniel Aster laughed, recognizing what he should have realized before: He’d proven enough already. If they wanted to confirm strength, he’d done it; no girl in the class had lifted anything bigger than this. He’d seen some fairly large rocks, but his boulder had grown to the size of a small car, bigger even. “YES!” he said, triumph coursing through him. He was strong enough. He knew it. The rock lifted, higher, and so did he, levitation energy flowing in every direction. His feet lifted off the ground, floating up in tandem with his stone, knowing that he would pass this test with flying colors. Then, without warning, the magical barrier penning in his training pad burst. Sparks shot up, and all his strength lashed out into the room beyond. Levitation energy that he’d stopped trying to focus, relying on the training pad to keep it contained, now shot out untamed in every direction. Tests shot into the air, papers fluttering like birds, and half the girls in the room–everyone not currently inside a training circle of their own–staggered for a moment as the magic lifted them up off the ground. All eyes turned to him, floating several feet off the ground and cackling like a madman. He realized, only then, that his dress hem had flown up along with the rest of him, and his tighty whities were showing. “Uh–” he started. The power left him, and he fell back down in a heap. (Well…shit.) ... I've got a little story to tell! I started writing Diaper U well over a year ago, as an exclusive story. At the time, I was doing it without an outline - no real plan, just vibes. It, frankly, wasn't very good. The story rambled and lacked direction. Worse, it rushed, trying too hard to get to 'the good stuff' without any buildup. There were some scenes I liked, and some concepts, but overall, it just wasn't up to scratch. So, I restarted it. I wrote an outline, stole all the best bits from what I'd already written, and began again from scratch. The chapter you just read loosely correlates to the original Chapter One. 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Chapter 41: Subject: Request for Patrick's Nursery Enrolment Dear Mrs. Henderson, I trust this message finds you well. I am writing to discuss the possibility of enrolling Patrick back into your private nursery. As you are aware, Patrick has been undergoing a unique journey, embracing a lifestyle that combines the aspects of adulthood with the comforts of infancy. Currently, Patrick's daily routine revolves around diaper changes, feeding times, and play sessions. He thrives in an environment where his caregivers understand the intricacies of his needs. Here are some specifics: Diapering: Patrick requires frequent diaper changes throughout the day, and the caregivers need to be attentive to the state of his diapers. It's crucial that the changing process is handled with care and sensitivity. Feeding: Patrick is accustomed to a specific diet, including baby formula and carefully curated meals. His feeding times are integral to his daily schedule, and the transition from bottle to solid food is a gradual process. Nap Times: Similar to other toddlers, Patrick requires daily naps. The nursery should provide a cozy and safe space for him to rest, ensuring he gets the adequate sleep necessary for his well-being. Playtime: Engaging activities and playtime are essential for Patrick's development. Age-appropriate toys and interactions with other children, if available, would contribute positively to his overall experience. Patrick's mental state is for the most surprisingly positive and accepting of his new lifestyle. He has developed a childlike innocence and joy, finding happiness in the simplicity of toddlerhood. His interactions with others are marked by a charming blend of curiosity and trust, and he appears content with the nurturing care he receives. I understand the uniqueness of this situation and the challenges it may pose. However, I believe you having known Patrick during his first infancy and your private nursery, with its supportive environment and experienced staff, could provide the ideal setting for Patrick's continued well-being. I am more than willing to discuss any questions or concerns you may have, and I value your insight as we navigate this unconventional journey. Patrick's happiness and stability remain my top priorities, and I believe your nursery could offer the understanding and care he needs. Thank you for considering this request, and I look forward to hearing from you soon. Warm regards, Susan. Subject: RE: Request for Patrick's Nursery Enrolment Dear Susan, It was a pleasant surprise to receive your message, and I appreciate the detailed explanation of Patrick's unique situation. I must say, your openness and commitment to Patrick's well-being are truly commendable. In our line of work, we encounter various circumstances, and Patrick's case is undoubtedly one of a kind. However, I firmly believe in providing a safe and supportive environment for every child, regardless of age or circumstance. Given Patrick's positive mental state and your dedication to his happiness, I am more than happy to welcome him back into our nursery. We'll make sure he receives the specialized care and attention required for his unique journey. Our experienced staff is prepared to embrace this exceptional situation and provide the nurturing environment Patrick deserves. I must admit, it's not every day we have an adult in our care, but I'm confident our team will handle it with the utmost professionalism and a touch of humor. We're here to support both of you through this unconventional journey. I understand the challenges that come with accommodating an adult-sized individual in a setting designed for toddlers. Our furniture, like cribs, highchairs, and changing tables, is, of course, tailored to standard toddler sizes. However, rest assured that we are up for the challenge and will do our utmost to make Patrick's stay as comfortable as possible. We will explore various options to ensure Patrick has suitable sleeping arrangements, feeding equipment, and spaces for diaper changes. It may take some creativity and adaptation, but we're dedicated to making it work for him. To ensure Patrick's smooth transition, here's a list of items you may want to bring on his first day: Diapers: Please provide an ample supply of diapers to last through the day. Our changing facilities are equipped to handle toddler-sized diapers, so feel free to bring those that suit Patrick best. Change of Clothes: Pack a set of spare clothes in case of any accidents or spills. Make sure they're suitable for the season and activities he may engage in. Bottles: If Patrick has a preferred brand or type of bottle, please bring them along. We have a designated area for bottle feeding. Bibs: A few bibs will be useful during meal and snack times to keep his clothes clean. Pacifier: If Patrick uses a pacifier for comfort, bring one with you. We'll ensure he has access to it when needed. Comfort Item: If Patrick has a favorite stuffed animal or comfort item, feel free to bring it. Having a familiar object can provide reassurance during the transition. Special Instructions: If there are specific instructions or preferences regarding Patrick's care, dietary needs, or routines, please share them with us. We want to align our care with your expectations. In preparation for Patrick's enrollment, please let us know if there are any specific items or modifications you think would contribute to his well-being. We want to ensure a smooth transition for both Patrick and our nursery staff. I appreciate your trust in our ability to handle this unique situation, and I'm confident that with open communication and collaboration, we can create a positive and enriching experience for Patrick. Looking forward to welcoming Patrick back to our nursery soon. Warm regards, Mrs. Henderson Enrollment Form Child's Information: Full Name: Patrick Johnson Date of Birth: 19.07.2000 Gender: Male Allergies: None reported Medical Conditions: [If any, provide details] Special Requirements: Adult-sized diapers, baby-sized clothing, protein powder formula Parent/Guardian Information: Full Name: Susan Johnson Relationship to Child: Mother Contact Number: 25694879 Email Address: Emergency Contact: Full Name: Karen James Relationship to Child: Aunt Contact Number: 57498596 Healthcare Provider: Doctor's Name: Dr. Stevens Clinic Name: Stevens Pediatric and Medical Center Contact Number: 55998969 Special Instructions: Diapering: Adult-sized diapers provided, change as needed. Feeding: Protein powder formula provided in bottles. Please follow instructions on the formula can. Nap Schedule: Daily nap schedule as needed. Comfort Items: Pacifier, stuffed animal, and other comfort items provided by parent. Additional Notes: [Space for any additional notes or instructions] Agreements and Consents: Medical Consent: I, [Parent/Guardian's Full Name], hereby authorize [Daycare/Nursery Name] to seek medical attention for Patrick in case of emergency. Media Consent: I grant permission for photos and videos of Patrick to be taken for educational and promotional purposes. Parent/Guardian Signature: ______________________ Date: ___________ I sat in my playpen, surrounded by colorful toys and soft cushions, happily engaged in my little world. Mommy was busy at the table, scribbling on a piece of paper at the kitchen table. My attention shifted between the colorful blocks and Mommy's movements. The rhythmic scratch of her pen against paper created a soothing background noise as I played with my stuffed animals. The excitement of being enrolled in a nursery brought a mix of emotions—curiosity, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness. Glancing over, I saw Mommy furrowing her brow, absorbed in the details of the form. She occasionally looked my way, offering a warm smile to reassure me. Mommy set aside her pen and paper and approached the playpen with a gentle smile. My heart quickened as she knelt down to my eye level, the anticipation building with every second. "Guess what, sweetie?" Mommy's voice was warm, but I couldn't shake the butterflies in my stomach. "You're going to Mrs. Henderson's daycare starting next week!" Her words hung in the air, and a wave of mixed emotions washed over me—nervousness, fear, and confusion. Daycare meant a new environment, new faces, and a departure from the comfort of our home routine. I clutched a stuffed animal, my security in this whirlwind of emotions. "But Mommy, why?" I stammered, uncertainty evident in my eyes. As I clung to my stuffed animal, absorbing the news about Mrs. Henderson's daycare, Mommy gently continued to explain the reasons behind this upcoming change. "Sweetheart, Mommy has to go back to work at the office," she began, her tone tender as she sat down beside the playpen. "But don't worry, Mrs. Henderson's daycare is a safe and fun place for you to be while Mommy is at work. You'll have other little friends to play with, and I'll be back to pick you up every day." A mixture of understanding and uncertainty clouded my thoughts. Mommy's work—I vaguely remembered her mentioning it before, but the reality of her absence during the day was sinking in. She reached into the playpen, gently ruffling my hair. "Sweetheart, it's an opportunity for you to have more friends, play with other kids, and learn new things. Mrs. Henderson's nursery will be a fantastic place for you.” "But Mommy, why do you have to go to work? Can't you stay with me?" I queried, my voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. She sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. "Oh, sweetie, Mommy has to go to work so she can take care of us and make sure we have everything we need. It's part of being a grown-up. But remember, I'll always come back to you. Mrs. Henderson will take great care of you during the day, and we'll have our special time together when I'm back home." I tried to process her words, my mind grappling with the changes ahead. The idea of leaving the familiar surroundings of home was daunting. Mommy sensed my unease and gathered me into a comforting embrace. "I know it might feel a little strange at first, but you'll make friends, have fun, and learn so many exciting things at Mrs. Henderson's daycare. And I promise, when I come back home, we'll have lots of snuggles and playtime, just like always." "It's going to be okay, Patrick," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody. "Mrs. Henderson is wonderful, and you'll have so much fun. You'll make friends, learn new games, and I'll still be here for you every day when you come back home." Despite her comforting words, a sense of trepidation lingered. The unknown awaited me at Mrs. Henderson's daycare, and the thought of being away from Mommy for an extended period left me feeling vulnerable. A spark of defiance ignited within me, and I mustered the courage to voice my protest. "But Mommy, I'm a big boy! I can stay at home alone," I insisted, my determination flickering against the impending change. Mommy couldn't help but chuckle at my assertion. "Oh, my sweet little one, at one time you may have been able to, but right now you're not quite ready for that. Who would change your diapers, feed you, and make sure you're safe if Mommy isn't here?" she teased gently, her laughter resonating in her voice. I pondered her question for a moment, realizing the practicalities of my current situation. The simplicity of her response shattered my budding sense of independence. The reality was undeniable—At this point I relied on Mommy for every aspect of my care. A tidal wave of emotions overwhelmed me as the realization of my infantile dependence settled in. The impending prospect of daycare, a stark symbol of my regression, triggered a torrent of frustration and despair. I felt a surge of hot tears stinging my eyes, and a bitter taste of resentment filled my mouth. With an anguished cry, I let go of any remnants of composure, my infantile emotions spiraling into a full-blown tantrum. I kicked and flailed in the playpen, a small yet turbulent tempest of frustration. The colorful toys and padded walls, once my playful sanctuary, now felt like confining barriers amplifying my helplessness. “I used to be a big boy! Why can't I be a big boy? This isn't fair!" I wailed, my voice breaking with the weight of my shattered sense of autonomy. The reality of my existence hit me like a ton of bricks—I was a grown man, yet reduced to the status of an infant, incapable of fending for myself. In that moment, the playpen transformed into a crucible of emotions, the bars confining not just my physical form but also my psyche. I grappled with the stark reality that adulthood had slipped away, replaced by the dependency and vulnerability of infancy. Through my tumultuous sobs and cries, Mommy leaned over the playpen, her face a mix of sympathy and tenderness. With a soft and reassuring voice, she cooed in soothing baby talk, trying to bridge the gap between my adult mind and my regressed emotional state. "Hush, my little one. It's okay, shhh. Mommy is here, and everything will be okay," she crooned, her words a comforting melody amidst the chaos of my emotions. As she continued to speak in soft tones, her assurances painted a picture of a future where I would reclaim my status as a big boy. Her promises seemed to hang in the air, offering a glimmer of hope amid the tempest of my uncertainty. While I was still caught in the aftermath of my emotional outburst, Mommy delicately maneuvered her hand beneath my diaper, her touch gentle yet firm. A subtle crinkle filled the air as she checked the state of my diaper, her fingers exploring the squishy confines beneath. "There, there, my sweetie. Mommy will make it all better," she whispered, her babytalk intermingled with the rustling of the diaper. With practiced ease, she discerned that not only had I wet myself during the emotional upheaval, but a more substantial mess had occurred as well. The revelation, though met with my initial resistance, brought an unspoken truth to the forefront. In that moment, Mommy's baby talk shifted from soothing reassurances to a matter-of-fact acknowledgment. "It looks like my little one needs a fresh diaper. Such a messy boy," she teased in a light-hearted tone, her maternal instincts taking charge. I soon found myself flat on my back, strapped down to the changing table staring into the ceiling of my nursery. Mommy's fingers danced skillfully as she secured the tapes of the fresh diaper, the playful tone in her voice contrasting with the undeniable reality of the situation. "Oh, my messy little one. You're not quite ready for big boy pants, are you?" she chuckled, the teasing edge woven into her babytalk. I squirmed a bit, a mix of embarrassment and acknowledgment of the truth, all while the crinkling sound of the diaper being fastened underscored the lighthearted banter. Mommy continued her playful commentary, gently tapping my nose. "Nope, not ready for those big boy undies. Silly boy, thinking Mommy’s little sweetheart could handle that," she continued, her words painted with affectionate amusement. The nursery seemed to echo with the rustle of diapers and the soft cadence of Mommy's voice While the humor in her tone suggested a jest, it carried a deeper resonance—one that reminded me of the limitations imposed on me by my current state. As the final touches of the diaper change were completed, the realization that my journey back to adulthood was not an immediate prospect settled in.

Chapter 40: Splish, splash, giggles, and bubbles filled the air as Mommy carefully maneuvered me through the soapy waters. The rubber duckie bobbed nearby, seemingly joining in our playful symphony. The bathwater embraced the warmth of the room, creating a cocoon of comfort that softened the reality of my peculiar situation. "Time to get out, my little water sprite!" Mommy chimed, her voice infused with a delightful mix of motherly care and gentle playfulness. She reached for the fluffy towel, her blue eyes locked onto mine. The anticipation of what would follow tugged at the edges of my consciousness, a blend of childish delight and lingering reluctance. With practiced ease, Mommy guided me from the tub, cradling me against her chest as I stepped onto the bathroom floor. The soft towel enveloped my wet body as she began the tender task of drying me off. "There we go, snug as a bug," she cooed, a melodic rhythm in her voice that seemed to transcend the ordinary. Every gentle rub of the towel was accompanied by a soothing word, weaving a narrative of care and affection. As she dried between my toes, I couldn't help but squirm, as he tickled my feet. Mommy's fingers lingered, delicately patting my bare bottom, and a soft sigh escaped my lips. There was a peculiar intimacy in this routine, a vulnerability laid bare beneath the guise of innocent play. The remnants of bathwater glistened on my skin. The bathroom, once a mundane space, had transformed into a sanctuary of soothing rituals and tender moments. I stared into Mommy's eyes, a silent exchange of understanding passing between us. With a final brush of the towel against my damp hair, she set the towel aside. As Mommy cradled me in her arms, I turned my face ever so slightly and caught a gimps of our reflections in the bathroom mirror. The surface awaited offering an unfiltered glimpse of the transformed being I had become. The sight that met my eyes elicited a strange mixture of awe and melancholy. The once robust physique of a 20-something-year-old had succumbed to the whims of a peculiar regression, leaving me adorned in baby pudge that seemed to soften every contour. I squinted at the reflection, trying to reconcile the image with the memories of my former self. The manhood that had once defined my masculinity had seemingly vanished, replaced by the innocent curves of a toddler's physique. My gaze lingered on the reflection, a silent observer of the enigma that now stared back at me. "See, isn't that a cute little baby in the mirror?" Mommy cooed, her voice a gentle reminder of the role I now inhabited. The mirror offered no protest, faithfully reflecting the transformation that had taken root within me. The stark reality was softened by the tenderness in Mommy's voice, a reassurance that echoed through the confines of our shared space. Mommy's gaze met mine in the mirror, her eyes conveying a blend of understanding and unwavering affection. "There's my precious little one," she murmured, as if coaxing me to accept the image that now defined my existence. With a gentle sway, Mommy guided me out of the bathroom, my bare bottom and shrunken manhood completely exposed as we traversed the familiar terrain of our home, Mommy's reassuring coos providing a comforting backdrop to the ongoing saga of my transformation. Upon reaching the nursery, Mommy gently guided me onto the changing table. The surface, adorned with the familiar softness of a changing pad, cradled me as Mommy prepared to orchestrate the nightly ritual of diapering. The air was filled with the subtle scent of baby powder, a fragrance that now seamlessly intertwined with the fabric of my daily life. As I lay there, Mommy's hands moved with practiced grace as she swiftly went to work, using baby wipes to cleanse and refresh my sensitive skin. The cool touch of the wipes against my nether regions elicited a reflexive squirm—a reminder that, despite the veneer of adulthood that lingered in my consciousness, my body had embraced the sensitivities of infancy. A sprinkle of baby powder followed, its delicate fragrance enveloping the air. Mommy's hands, warm and nurturing, worked diligently to secure the nighttime diaper around me. The crinkling symphony resumed as the tapes adhered to the soft plastic surface, cocooning me in a layer of protective padding. Mommy guided me into a cozy footed sleeper, its soft fabric cocooning me in warmth. The footed sleeper, cradled me in a plush cocoon of softness and warmth. Its fabric, a delicate blend of pastel hues and whimsical patterns. The footies, adorned with tiny, non-slip prints, completed the ensemble, ensuring every inch of my lower extremities was embraced by the cozy embrace of babywear. As Mommy expertly zipped up the sleeper, the metallic hum of the zipper resonated like a lullaby, weaving a sense of security with every inch it closed. The cuffs of the sleeper, hugging my wrists and ankles, created a barrier against the cool night air, cocooning me in a sensory embrace. The whimsical patterns adorning the sleeper told a story of teddy bears, playful clouds, and the innocence of childhood. Nestled in Mommy's comforting embrace, she cradled me in the plush cushions of the rocking chair. The rhythmic creak of the chair blended harmoniously with the soft hum of nursery rhymes playing in the background, creating a soothing melody. The bottle, a familiar companion in these nurturing moments, was gently pressed to my lips. The nipple, once a conduit for regular nourishment, now delivered a concoction that sent ripples of surprise through my taste buds. The liquid within, an unusual blend of sweetness and a subtle tanginess, danced on my tongue in a symphony of unexpected flavors. The sweetness, reminiscent of childhood treats, carried hints of nostalgia that momentarily whisked me away to simpler times. Yet, underlying the sweetness there lingered a faint sour note. As I suckled on the bottle, my eyes met Mommy's gaze. The warmth in her eyes, coupled with the tender cradle of her arms, provided reassurance in the face of this unexpected twist in my nightly routine. Mommy cradled me in her arms, the rocking chair swaying gently as I took hesitant sips from the bottle. The taste, a perplexing blend of sweetness and tanginess, had caught me off guard, leaving a furrowed brow and a quizzical expression on my face. "Oh, sweetheart, don't you worry," Mommy cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "It's just the special protein powder that Dr. Stevens recommended for you. It's going to help you grow big and strong. Her words carried a reassuring tone, attempting to alleviate any confusion that lingered in my babyish mind. The mention of protein powder, a dietary addition suggested by the pediatrician during our visit over a week ago, explained the unexpected flavor profile. Mommy reached for a nearby shelf, carefully extracting a brightly colored canister. My eyes focused on the container she held in her hands. In the haze of my sleepy, infantilized state, the can seemed to blur at the edges, its details swimming in a swirl of pastel hues. With a gentle coo, Mommy presented the can to me, her fingers tracing its label as if revealing a cherished secret. The can, adorned with playful illustrations and soft lettering, resembled something familiar yet elusive. "It's your special formula, sweetheart," Mommy whispered, her voice a lullaby. "Dr. Stevens said it's going to make you big and strong." With a resigned sigh, I relinquished my attempt to decipher the label on the canister. The symbols and words remained elusive, shrouded in the haze of my infantile mindset. Closing my eyes, I embraced the rhythmic suckling on the baby bottle, its silicone nipple a familiar presence between my lips. As the sweet concoction flowed into my mouth, a curious blend of flavors unfolded on my tongue. The unexpected sweetness and subtle tang of the protein-infused liquid stirred my senses, each sip a reminder of the mysterious canister's contents. The world beyond the closed lids of my eyes retreated, and I surrendered to the comforting embrace of the rocking chair, the gentle sway echoing the lull of Mommy's whispers. The act of suckling on the bottle became a rhythmic dance, a soothing ritual that whisked away the complexities of yet another day.

Even though intellectually I know that a psychological need for diapers is just as legitimate as a physical need, it’s always bugged me that I untrained myself because I wanted to need diapers. It wasn’t until very recently that it finally clicked that continence shouldn’t feel burdensome. That fact that staying dry has always felt like work, and ive always felt more comfortable in diapers, means that I wasn’t ready to potty train when I was a young child, and I’m still not ready now. My guess is it’s the exact same with a lot of us here.

I think there's a lot you can learn about your diaper training progress by giving up daytime diapers for awhile, and wearing normal underwear. You'll quickly notice how often you're using the bathroom, but how little is pumping out of your body, and then how long it dribbles after. When I stopped 24/7 I was amazed by how uncomfortable it was to hold my pee, I thought I was going to have an accident... ...But then when i finally started peeing, Only a small amount came out! Lately I've gone back into diapers. Diapers are so much more enjoyable than constantly holding it. Wetting in small amounts and filling an entire diaper little by little is much more enjoyable.

This was all so surreal. Here I was, sitting here on the couch in just a diaper and a shirt, booting up Call of Duty while Grace sat next to me reading her latest book. I glanced at the cover: A naked woman whose naughty bits were tastefully covered up by a massive cobra draped over her body. The title “Carnal Venom '' is written in blood-red cursive. “Enjoying your snake fucking book?” She smacked me with the paperback in question. “Go fuck yourself.” “Can I get the snake to do it instead?” I smirked, and was rewarded with another 1d4 points of bludgeoning damage from her improvised weapon. “It's not a snake fucking book.” she said in defense of her book that clearly appeared to be about fucking snakes. “It's about a serpent goddess on the hunt for a man who can satisfy her insatiable lust, and when they can't she kills them.” “Ohhhhh, my mistake. That's a much more-reasonable plot than fucking snakes.” She glared at me, “Keep it up, and I'll make sure my next book has a hardback cover.” My game finally loaded me into a match, forcing me to stop teasing Grace about her choice of literature for the moment. She knew I would never *actually* judge her for what she liked to read. And after tonight, she probably understood why I was so open-minded. When you're into diapers like I am, how can you judge what other people get turned-on by? We stayed that way for a while. Just existing in the same space while doing our own separate things. The only thing that made it different than any other lazy evening was my attire. I was still kinda processing it in the background of my mind. I'm wearing a diaper around Grace. My dark secret is finally out and she doesn't seem the least bit bothered by it. Have I really been exaggerating how serious this issue was? After all, she was far from the most vanilla individual. At times she was barely short of a nymphomaniac, and she had a bit of an exhibitionist streak to boot. Why would I assume she'd be so horrified by my unconventional underwear? “I'm sorry I kept this from you.” I said, breaking the comfortable silence. “You were right, I should have told you sooner. I just didn't know how to say it.” She didn't even look up from her book as she answered. “How about ‘Hey Grace, I like wearing diapers. Wanna go get Chinese?’” “Y'know, that approach never occurred to me. How could I have been so foolish?” We both had a good chuckle at that. She dog-eared her current page and set the book aside. “You're not upset that I snooped through your stuff, are you?” I could tell there was a tinge of guilt in her voice. I shook my head, “Not at all. After all, it turned out pretty good for me, right?” I gestured to my unhidden diaper. She smiled, reaching over to pat my crinkly padding, sending tingles up my spine. “For both of us.” That brought a fresh blush to my cheeks, and I wasn't quite sure why. The idea that she might actually be enjoying this… I could feel myself getting even more turned-on just thinking about it. Having her accept my diaper fetish was already a dream come true. But having her enjoy it too? That was something I had never in a million years considered. But before I could let my mind run away with those possibilities, I had a more pressing issue to deal with: my bladder. “I'm gonna go throw a pizza in the oven if that's okay with you?” “Sure. Grab me another Monster while you're in there?” “Can do.” I got up to make my way to the kitchen, only to come to a dead-halt when she reached over and smacked my padded butt with a dull *thump*. “Ah!” When I looked back at her, all she did was bat her eyelashes at me innocently. “I'm gonna have to put up with you smacking my ass a lot more now, aren't I?” I asked flatly. “Maybe.” she said. Which for her, was basically a 100% guarantee. “Lovely…” I said, backing out of the room and into the kitchen. Honestly? If it gave her even the slightest bit of enjoyment to smack my diapered ass, I wasn't gonna complain too much. Once I got the pizza in the oven, I made sure I wasn't being watched. With the coast clear, I closed my eyes, braced my hands on the counter, and opened the floodgates. God, there really was nothing quite like the first wetting in a fresh diaper. The feeling of relief, the warm sensation spreading throughout the front of the diaper… Sometimes I just stood that way for several minutes, entranced in my own soggy bliss. But if I stayed in here for too long, I'd probably draw Grace's suspicion. Unless that's what I wanted? Hmmm. I mean, she hadn't explicitly told me that she was okay with me *using* the diaper, but she had to have assumed I would, right? It's a diaper, that's what they're designed for. But of course being okay with something in theory was a lot different than sitting next to someone wearing a used diaper. What if she felt grossed-out by me like this? What if- “You okay in here?” “Ah!”

“So for starters, do you know what ABDL stands for?” She nodded “Kinda? It's one of the first things I had to look up. And while the ‘Diaper Lover’ part makes a little more sense now, I'm still a bit confused on the ‘Adult Baby’ thing.” “I don't blame you there, it's one of the more-complicated, and in some cases controversial, sides of this fetish. Like everything else, it exists on a spectrum. Not everyone who is an AB is a DL, just as not everyone who is a DL is an AB. Take me for instance: I fall squarely into the DL side of things, but haven't the slightest inclination towards regression.” I let her marinate on that for a minute. “Are you saying there are people who can actually like, forget everything about adulthood and become like an *actual* baby in an adult's body?” I considered for a moment on how to answer her. “You're on the right track. Like I said, it's on a spectrum. Not everyone who's an AB regresses all the way to infancy. Different people have different ‘Little Ages’--that's the term we use to describe what their behavior best resembles when they regress. Some people fall more into the 4-6 year range, while I've seen others who only go as far back as their teenage years.” “And it's just a temporary thing? Like a hypnotic trance or something?” “For some people it is,” I answered. “For others it's a bit more… Nuanced.” Now I was getting Into the difficult to explain stuff. ”It's not always a ‘Fully Regressed’ versus ‘Fully Adult’ thing. It's sort of a sliding scale.” “I guess my main hang-up is, I had a horrible childhood, so I can't imagine wanting to return there.” I snapped my fingers as an analogy came to my mind “No no, that's the point! You see, you had a rough childhood, but it wasn't ALL bad, right?” She shrugged “I guess not? Where are you going with this?” “Bare with me. Imagine if all of the bad stuff in your childhood happened after you were six-years-old. *Now* imagine if you could, briefly, return to the mind-state of your five-year-old self; before you experienced any of the trauma and anxiety that you deal with on a daily basis now. Wouldn't that hold a certain appeal?” Her eyes went wide as she started to grasp what I was saying “Fuck, I'd pay good money for that. You're telling me there are people out there who can actually do that!?” I grinned. She was actually getting it! “Indeed I am. Of course, it's not like a magic spell or anything. It's a process that's gonna look different for every individual. And like any altered mental state, it comes with its fair share of dangers, especially if one doesn't take the proper precautions.” “How do you mean? What dangers? What precautions?” I considered for a moment before answering. “For the dangers, imagine if you started having some traumatic flashbacks, while you had the emotional coping skills of a toddler.” I watched the horror of the scenario I had painted cascade over her face. “Shit, I'd probably wake up chained to a hospital bed again. If I woke up at all…” “Exactly, hence why taking precautions is necessary. And in this case, the only real precaution one can take is to have someone nearby who can help you if things go south.” “So regression requires a partner then?” I thought about it. “Depends on the person, I suppose. It's a lot like BDSM in a way. Sure, a person can experiment with pain or with certain self-bondage techniques, but there are some things you just can't do on your own.” She nodded. “Are there things you've wanted to do that you can't do on your own?” I froze, unable to answer. Not because I was afraid, exactly. In fact, I wasn't quite sure WHY I couldn't answer her plainly. “Probably? I mean… Yes? I think? I'm sorry, this is all just-” I made a grasping motion with my hand, indicating I was searching for the right words, ”It's like, for the longest time I've been doing this in secret alone. And I think a part of me kinda always… Felt like it would stay that way? To the point that it's almost like a part of me refuses to admit that this is… That this could be real…” I felt a lump in my throat and a slight ache in my chest. Like I'd been holding onto a pain in my heart for so long that I didn't even realize was there. It hurt to try and let it go and believe that this was really happening. Was I still afraid of being rejected by her? If there's one reason I loved this woman, it's that she could read me like no one else could. She saw the conflict in my eyes and did not hesitate to climb into my lap and press her lips to mine. My arms immediately latched onto her as a shaking, shuttering breath escaped my longs. I wasn't quite crying; tears didn't come easily for me. But the tremors that she felt briefly course through my body were about as close as I usually came to it. “I'm sorry, I-” I tried to say as soon as the kiss broke, but she quickly silenced me with her lips again. “You have nothing to apologize for.” She spoke to me, barely above a whisper. I didn't try to argue with her. I simply closed my eyes and nodded, basking in the glow of her love. She already made me feel like the luckiest man alive most days, but here, in this moment, I was dead-certain I had to be. When Grace climbed off of me and stood up, I was jolted out of my love-sick stupor when she pulled me to my feet and started dragging me towards the bedroom. “Where are we going now?” I asked stupidly. Obviously she wasn't taking me to Antarctica! We got to the foot of the bed before she spun back around and pulled me in for another kiss, only to be pushed down onto the bed once our lips parted. Spontaneity was not my strong suit, but it was definitely hers, and most of the time I was more than happy to be dragged along for the ride. I expected her to climb on top of me immediately, but she didn't. Instead she just smiled down at me, before walking over to the closet.

Part 4 Alice looked over at the stadium and signed. No mental groaning, no audible exclamation, just a sigh. She'd almost become used to these punishments. She also knew exactly what Britney was going to make her do. All she wanted now was for Harmony to appear, to speak to Alice in her sweet yet still slightly menacing voice. But no, she was stuck with Britney and there was nothing she could do about it… Upon entering the stadium, Alice saw several groups of people all running around the track and got a pretty good idea of what she'd be expected to do. But how was she expected to run with a full diaper sagging from her butt!? "Britney! There you are!" an older man Alice presumed to be a coach said as they entered "I was beginning to wonder if you'd make it." "Sorry Coach," she said "I've been stuck babysitting our newest pledge to the Azalea Doves." Alice yet again cast her gaze towards the ground. "H-hi.." she mumbled. "Hey," the man says, doing the bare minimum to even acknowledge the new girl. "Well, we better get going. This one has a lot of training to do if she's going to make the team." and with that, Britney pulled her unwilling participant towards the track. "S-so- you're.. you're really going to-" Her complaint/question was abruptly cut off by Britney's voice. "Expect you to make the team? Not really. But I thought it would be fun to watch you try to run a lap around the track in a full diaper. Now get going!" she ordered with a smack to Alice's diapered butt. Knowing she couldn't stop any of this happening, Alice regretfully followed Britney's instructions. She wasn't the best runner under any conditions, and certainly not with a sagging diaper. As she ran, it squished and squelched against her body. Barely a minute into her run and Alice was already miserable. The monstrous padding sagging between her legs kept rubbing her inner thighs with each step and she had to adjust her run to more of a waddle because of it. On top of that, she was terrified of her skirt flying up and revealing her secret to other runners, so she had to keep her hands pinned to her sides to stop that from happening at all costs. Alice knew she probably looked ridiculous running like that, but it was far better than any of the alternatives. Alice was so focused on her unusual running technique that she didn't notice Britney running up beside her effortlessly "Your form could use some work, kid." "W-well- it's.. it's not too easy- I'm... I'm trying my best here-" She spun around in front of Alice, still keeping ahead of her even though Britney was now running backwards "You look utterly ridiculous, waddling around the track like a toddler." "W-well- how else am I supposed to- I don't.. I d-don't want people seeing-" She rolled her eyes, sighing in exasperation "Just finish your lap and meet me in the locker room when you're done." And with that, she spins on her heels and runs ahead of you. By now, Alice was about halfway around the track. The last half was more agonizing than the first. All the movement had really stirred up the mush, spreading it all around her diaper. It was agonizingly uncomfortable but nothing compared to how Alice felt when it was done. Britney was waiting impatiently by the entrance to the locker room "Well it's about time. Did you crawl the rest of the way or something? I thought I was gonna die of old age waiting for you." Alice couldn't lift her gaze from the ground, still heaving and panting from the exertion of her run. "S-sorry.. I'm- I'm not the best at running.." "What exactly *are* you the best at, Alice?" Britney sneared, "Besides stammering incoherently and embarrassing yourself?" "U-uh-.. I'm- I can do-.." Alice realized that no, she wasn't really "the best" at anything. She wasn't even mediocre at best. She was barely scraping by in her classes and didn't have any friends.. becoming an Azalea Dove was one of her only chances to not be alone. Though the way it was going now, she didn't have a good shot... She wasn't sure how long she could stay in this horribly squishy diaper. "N-nothing.. I'm- I'm b-basically useless…" Britney just rolled her eyes again and groaned "Uggghhhh, you're so pathetic it's not even fun." before grabbing Alice by the arm and dragging her into the locker room. The locker room was empty. Nobody was in there and by the looks of the corridor, nobody was going to be entering soon. Britney pulled Alice down a few corridors, deeper and deeper, further away from prying eyes. "Since you utterly failed at running, I suppose I'll just have to come up with a fitting punishment for you." She said before sitting down on a bench and pulling Alice over her lap in a very distinctive position… Alice tried to struggle out of Britney's grasp but, unsurprisingly, she wasn't even good at that. Britney held her firm and she wouldn't let go no matter how much Alice kicked or squirmed. The skirt was unceremoniously lifted out of the way, exposing Alice's mushy diaper to the assault that was to come. Britney ran her fingertips over the diaper cover, prodding the squishy padding far-more roughly than Harmony had. "Ugh, honestly how can you stand wearing this thing? If you had any dignity at all you would've put your foot down. But you don't, do you?" Without waiting for an answer, she brings her hand down on Alice's butt with a sharp *SMACK!* Alice cried out, mostly due to pain.. although a little bit of it was due to pleasure- "N-no- ..s-stop-" Her voice was quiet, and after only one smack, her eyes were already filling with tears. "Oh please, one spank and you're already practically crying? You really are a pathetic-" *SPANK!* "Little-" *SPANK!* "Baby!!!" *SPANK!* Alice tried to choke out words, but in-between shrieks of pain and general sobbing, she really couldn't get a word in edgeways. If someone were to be outside the room, they would definitely be able to hear, but Alice was far beyond worrying about that. She didn't know how long the spanking went on before a familiar voice halted Britney's assault on the poor girl's bottom. "Britney! What are you doing!?" The shocked exclamation came from Jennifer who was now standing in the doorway. "What does it look like? I'm punishing our new Pledge. Isn't that what this whole weird Initiation is about?" "Not with violence! This is incredibly un-ladylike!" "Oh please, she can probably barely feel it through the diaper! Ugh, fine." Britney released her grip on the sobbing girl and stood up "This whole Initiation is fucking weird and stupid anyway!" she says while storming out. Alice didn't get up. She just laid on the bench, face down, streams of tears continuing to run down her face. Jennifer came over to the girl and laid a gentle hand on her back "Are you alright, Alice? Did Britney hurt you? I swear, I don't know what's gotten into her." "She's right.. i-i have n-no dignity.. I'm-I'm useless-.." The older girl tilts Alice's tear-covered face to look up at her "That's simply not true. We would not have considered you in the first place if we did not see your potential. And you have shown remarkable strength and dedication today." Alice still couldn't stop crying "I- I haven't.. I've just- ...I'm only putting up with this because- b-because joining was the- the only thing I c-could think of.. to not be lonely- ..she- she was right.. I'm just- I'm just a pathetic baby…" Jennifer was silent for a moment, contemplating how to console the girl, before wrapping her arms around Alice in a surprisingly tight hug. "I think you're just the kind of girl the Azalea Doves need, Alice. Someone gentle and kind, and not afraid to show emotion." Alice leant into the hug, her mood lifting. "Y-you really.. you really think?" Her squeeze tightened slightly "I really do. If it were up to me, I'd call the Initiation finished now. But unfortunately, that's not my call. Do you think you can make it just a little bit longer in your diaper, Alice? I would hate to see you go through all of this for nothing." Alice finally brought her face up from the bench, and gave a weak smile to Jennifer. "Wh-why go so far to.. to g-give up now..? And- and.. w-well-" This next sentence would make it clear that Alice was *maaaybe* into this- and possibly also into Harmony- "Harmony didn't even- she- she hasn't started phase 3 yet- right?" Just then, Alice felt something deep in her bowels. A sinking feeling for sure. It just hit her that she hadn't needed to poop at all today... until now- "And.. b-by the looks of things- uh- d-don't tell anyone but- b-but I- I think I'll.. I think I need to use it s-soon… for more than just pee…" "Oh, well umm..." She looked back and forth, clearly feeling a bit of embarrassment for Alice. "I was going to take you back to Azalea House to start on Phase 3, but if you need me to give you a moment of privacy first...?" she trailed off a bit, not wanting to humiliate the girl any further. "Y-yeah- ..uh- I'll m-make my way there.. when I'm... done-" "Alright Alice. I'll see you soon." and with that, Jennifer left the diapered girl alone with her thoughts, and her rumbling tummy. "B-bye-" Alice sat up, getting in a better position to use her diaper… It wasn't something she wanted to do of course, but she had to… /////////// Hey all! 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Part 3 Making her way across campus again was a trial. Just when she thought the diaper couldn't get any harder to walk in, she's almost immediately proven wrong as the Doves (or herself) fill it up even fuller and heavier. Not waddling was becoming a physically strenuous task for Alice, and she couldn't tell which was making her shiver more: the coldness of the milkshake... Or the humiliation those girls were forcing her to endure. It was all she could do to hope that nobody else noticed or knew what was going on. By the time she reached her next class, Alice was ready to get off her feet, even if it meant... Sitting down... In her cold, mushy diaper… After much more anticipation, she again lowered herself into her seat. But she couldn't suppress a shiver running through her body as the ice-cold contents of her diaper squished against her most-sensitive areas. She resisted the urge to let out a squeal of pleasure and discomfort as the mush mixed with the liquid spread all around her diaper and her butt. One thing was certain: There would be no risk of Alice falling asleep in this class. She'd be too busy trying not to shiver. She still didn't pay much attention, though at least she didn't embarrass herself further by falling asleep in the middle of class. "Are you okay?" a whisper came from the seat next to Alice. It was some guy she didn't know, nor did she care to know him. But it seemed he'd noticed the girl shivering despite her best efforts to keep a low profile. Alice froze up, and that wasn't just because of her cold diaper. She wasn't the most confident person at the best of times, but with a diaper full of cold mush, combined with the fact that she was terrible at talking to boys, this was probably the worst situation she could've been in. "Y-yes-.. just- j-just- uh.. ..cold- th-that- that's all…" The boy shrugged and, thankfully, dropped the subject. But the interaction only made Alice feel more self-conscious than she already had been. Alice's face seemed like it was perpetually burning, what with all the embarrassing things she was unfortunately subjected to. The rest of class soon finished much like the others--with Alice having retained nearly none of it. She waited for the other students to file out of the room before leaving her own seat. Her diaper wasn't nearly as cold anymore, but that didn't stop her from shuddering as the contents shifted and sagged with her movements. The realization then hit her like a ton of bricks. The realization of what her next class was, that is... When she spotted Britney outside the class. She didn't actually have a class now, but she did know that certain sport tryouts were held at certain points in the day. This was one of these times… "Hi Alice." The most-terrifying of the three Doves purred. "Did you enjoy your class?" Alice tried to remain calm, but she knew it couldn't last. "Uh- y-yes- it was.. v-very interesting.." "Oh really?" Britney raised an eyebrow "What was it about? Or were you too 'distracted' by something?" "It- it was- uh...." She looked down at the floor in shame.. or was she looking at her diaper- who's to say? "Uh-huh, that's what I thought. You know you really should work on that short attention span of yours, or else you're just not gonna make it around here as an Azalea Dove." She chastised. "I-I- uhhmm..." Alice couldn't think of a retort, although if she could think of it she'd be too scared to say it to Britney's face. "I was- I was just distracted.." Suddenly the elder girl looped her arm around Alice's and began pulling her down the hall. "Well luckily for you, I've got your next activity all picked out for you, and it requires zero brain power to get through." As Alice was dragged along, the contents of her diaper squished right up against her body. "Wh-where are we going-" "You'll see." was all Britney would say as she pulled Alice along, out of the building, and towards the stadium.

welcome to DD

Part 2 Alice groaned as she saw a text from Jennifer telling her to meet them in the Azalea Doves' House for lunch. Trekking across campus again wasn't necessarily any easier than it was last time, especially now that the diaper was even heavier and swollen than it was before. And would be a lot heavier before the day was done… She found them in the same room her Initiation began in, with bags of fast food strewn about the floor. Jennifer smiled at Alice as she appeared in the door "There you are. Come, sit with us. We have plenty of food to spare and you are welcome to it." "Th-thanks.." She carefully walked into the room, making sure to take slow and deliberate steps to not agitate the mush within her diaper any further, before gently lowering herself onto the floor near where Harmony sat. Harmony chuckled at her cautious steps "You're adorable." Alice blushed at Harmony's comment. "How's your diaper holding up, little girl?" That remark came from Britney across the room as she sipped on her milkshake. "U-uh- it.. it's.. fine. Y-yeah- it's fine.." "Oh is it now?" Britney retorted "Maybe we should check, just to be sure?" "I can handle that!" Harmony said with perhaps a little bit too much enthusiasm before turning to the diapered girl. "H-huh-? I- uhhh.. d-do you have to..?" Alice pleaded. "Yes, darlin'. It's all part of the Initiation. Now if you'd be so kind as to lift your skirt for me, hon?" "A-alright..." She turned around and sheepishly lifted her skirt, yet again blushing. "Thank ya, hon." Harmony said before pressing her palm into the back of Alice's diaper, feeling the padding squish against her and slowly moving down further between the girl's legs. Alice squeaked, flinching at the feeling of Harmony rubbing her diaper. "Hmmm, feels a little squishier than it was before. I wonder why?" Alice didn't need to see Harmony's face to hear the smirk in her voice, nor did she miss the muffled chuckle across the room from Jennifer. Alice's face flushed red with embarrassment, and she looked down at the floor with shame. After what felt like an eternity of having her squishy diaper groped, Harmony removed her hand and pulled Alice's skirt back down. "Looks all good to me. Why don't you go ahead and grab a bite to eat, hon? Would you like a burger or a wrap?" Alice kept her eyes locked onto a particularly interesting spot on the ground. "I'm.. I'm fine for now- thanks.." Her voice was quiet, no doubt due to embarrassment. "Suit yourself." Harmony relented. The three Azalea Doves continued eating and talking about House business, as if Alice wasn't there at all, giving her a much-needed reprieve from the lime-light to collect her thoughts and compose herself. Alice breathed a sigh of momentary relief, though she knew it definitely wouldn't last. Was this even a relief if she was still stuck here squirming in her mushy diaper? As lunch was coming to an end and Jennifer was gathering up the trash from their little makeshift picnic, every muscle in Alice's body tensed when Britney stood up and stalked across the room until she was standing directly over her. "Do you know what time it is, little girl?" "Y-yes- I... I do.." Alice knew exactly what time it was. Time for phase 2 where something else would be added to her already sodden diaper. Britney wasted no time quickly yanking Alice up onto her feet and pulled her over to where she had been sitting. "I'll be honest, I was struggling to decide what I wanted to contribute to this part of the Initiation. Then when we were ordering lunch I had a brilliant idea..." She picked up her extra-large milkshake which appeared to still be about half-full. Alice pretended to not know what Britney was talking about, but she knew exactly what was going to happen next… Britney saw through Alice's play of ignorance fairly easily "That's right, the rest of this milkshake is going in your diaper. Half in the back, and half in front." She grinned evilly, "So be a good baby and turn around for me. We'll start with the back." "F-fine.." Alice stood still for a moment, then submitted to Britney's orders. This tiniest show of defiance towards her least-favorite Dove was her one solace in this situation. "Better hold still. Wouldn't wanna get milkshake all over your skirt, now would we?" and with that, Alice had the back of her diaper pulled open for the second time today, only this time instead of warm oatmeal being dumped into her diaper, it was an ice-cold milkshake. Alice shivered with cold as the milkshake made contact with her bare skin. But Britney wasn't done with her sadistic punishment. She let go of the back of Alice's diaper and circled in front of the shivering girl, 1/4 of a milkshake in hand. "Why don't you hold your diaper open for me this time?" she ordered, knowing the poor girl couldn't refuse. Alice decided that she probably didn't want to disobey Britney. So she held her diaper open and squeezed her eyes shut in anticipation. As bad as the shock of the cold milkshake hitting her butt had been, the shock of it being poured into the front of her diaper was somehow ten times worse. She shivered even worse than before, holding onto the wall for support. She didn't want to show weakness in front of Britney, but this was a moment where that wasn't possible. "I'll bet that's cold, huh? Well don't worry. If what Harmony said was true, you should have no problem warming that diaper up on your own." Britney teased, reaching down to pat the front of the girl's diaper when she was finished. That simple pat made her squirm even more. "Well if this ain't gettin' more fun by the minute!" Harmony exclaimed, "I'll have to come up with somethin' to top Britney's contributions for Phase 3." She said with a mischievous gleam in her eye. Alice mentally groaned at the thought. What could be worse than a cold milkshake right down her diaper? Squishing around with the oatmeal and absorbing into the crinkly material. "But don't you worry your pretty little head about that, hon." she said, gently patting the girl's head, "Now I believe we all have classes to get to, right?" The other two Azalea Doves were already making their way out of the room. But on the way out, Jennifer reached over and gave Alice's diapered butt a gentle pat, giggling under her breath. "Eep!"

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From Tenant to Baby: CH 3 Jordan shuffled out of the bathroom and across the hall through the newly opened door. Derek’s room was well-kept and tidy. The only thing that stood out was the chair by the window that held several large stuffed animals. But before Jordan could look further, Derek was walking into the room as well. He had a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose and a book tucked under one arm. “Hey, buddy. Those jim-jams fit alright?” He asked softly and Jordan tried in vain to pull the dropping sleeves up his arm. “S’fine,” Jordan shrugged. “Good. Let’s get you back to bed then. It’s much too early for you to be awake,” Derek placed his book at the end of the bed and once more went to pull the duvet back for Jordan. Jordan’s eyes widened comically. “You want me to sleep in your bed?” Derek paused, giving Jordan a confused look. “Of course.” “I can sleep on the couch, though. Or I could go home.” Jordan stressed. “I just- I just wet the bed in your guestroom. And you’re my landlord!” Jordan was quickly working himself up again. What he didn’t expect, however, was a set of gentle arms wrapping around him in a warm secure hold. Jordan could do nothing but lean into Derek’s arms, pitiful tears springing to his eyes. “I’m not letting you walk outside in the dark and cold when I have a perfectly good bed right here. We’re friends, aren’t we? What kind of friend would I be if I let that happen?” Derek rubbed his hands up and down Jordan’s spine soothingly. “Are you afraid that you’ll have another accident?” And just the idea that it might happen again, and not just that but that it also might happen in Derek’s bed made Jordan sniffle. “No, no! I don’t normally do this- I haven’t wet the bed since elementary school, I promise. I don’t-” “Shhh, buddy, no need to work yourself into a fit,” Derek squeezed him just slightly. “I trust you not to have another accident in my bed, okay? But it’s still very early. I want to get you in bed before the sun comes back up. So let’s agree to talk more about this in the morning, and let’s tuck you in.” Jordan felt most of the fight leave his body leaving him pliant for Derek to nudge him onto the mattress. Like before, the duvet was pulled up to his chin. But this time Derek walked around to the other side and settled in, leaning his back against the headboard. The light of the lamp cast a stark shadow over his face as he cracked the book open. “Do you mind if I read out load, kiddo? It might help you sleep.” He offered. “M’kay.” Jordan squeaked, burying his flaming cheeks into the soft pillow that smelled like Derek’s cologne. Jordan doesn’t think he lasted a full page before the exhaustion of his emotions carted him back to sleep. _______ The next time Jordan awoke, he was greeted by the scent of cooking bacon. Yawning and stretching, Jordan slid out of the (thankfully) dry bed and shuffled into the hall. He couldn’t help but stop and peek into the guestroom to surprisingly see the bed fully made as if it hadn’t ever been ruined. Walking into the living room, Jordan could see Derek standing at the stove doing something, presumably cooking. He was humming under his breath that Jordan couldn’t recognize, but Jordan cleared his throat to catch his attention. Derek turned around quickly and a smile bloomed on his face as soon as he saw Jordan. “Good morning, kiddo. I’m making pancakes for breakfast. Do you want orange juice or milk with your food?” For some reason, Jordan didn’t have the energy to argue about Derek cooking for him again. Instead, he made his way to the dining table and sat down. “Can I have orange juice, please?” He asked feeling lighter than he did last night. “You sure can.” Derek smiled softly as he set the hot pan aside and went to the fridge. He grabbed a cup from the cabinet and Jordan could hear him pour it. Derek walked around the counter towards Jordan and it was only as Jordan went to reach for the cup that he realized it wasn’t a cup at all. Well, it was a sippy cup. Derek seemed to realize his own mistake as he held it out to Jordan and he froze. “Oh my-” He cut himself off, pulling the sippy cup back. “I’m sorry, buddy. It’s a force of habit. My little ones always start the day with an orange juice sippy…” A red flush sprouted up from his neck. “I’m not making fun of you or anything, I promise.” And wasn’t that just the tables turning? Feeling like it was the least he could do, Jordan held his hand out for the sippy cup. “It’s fine. I know you wouldn’t make fun of me like that. You’re already making breakfast… and It’s just us here…” Eyes twinkling, Derek held the sippy cup out again. “You’re a good kid, Jordan. A real sweet kid.” The cold plastic shell fit perfectly in Jordan’s hand as he took it. Proving his point, Jordan brought the plastic spout to his lips. The orange juice was cold and refreshing to chase away the morning breath taste in Jordan’s mouth. The sound of his sipping was loud in the dining area. Jordan gave a small exhale as he took the spout from his mouth. The entire time, Derek looked at him with an indistinguishable soft look. “...I should…get back to cooking.” Derek trailed off, turning abruptly and going to the kitchen once more. ________ Breakfast was a quiet affair, neither one really saying much. It was only as they both stood in the kitchen afterward, rinsing and loading the dishes from cooking into the dishwasher, that Derek asked about Jordan’s work schedule. “We have an event coming up. So, I have to work the night shift for the next few days to get everything spotless and set up. My boss is foaming at the mouth and it was either take the night shifts or open.” Jordan gave a shiver. “I hate opening. It makes me too exhausted to do anything else.” Derek seemed to make a mental note of that before he started the dishwasher. “Your clothes are in the dryer at the moment, you probably have another hour or so before they’re ready. Think you can stay awake for another episode?” He teased just slightly. “Pfft. Staaahp.” Jordan scoffed, blushing at the reminder of his sleepiness But eventually, they did settle on another episode of the show they were slowly making their way through. And when the dryer buzzed, Jordan changed into his previous clothes and left with a promise to Derek that he wouldn’t overwork himself. Oddly enough, Jordan found himself better able to focus on work and his classes even with all the stress of the event coming. It was as if the night at Derek’s gave his mind a reset that it so desperately needed. The anxiety he had come to constantly cope with was less than a dull buzz in the back of his mind. His grades were steadily improving, his boss was hinting at a possible promotion to the event manager position, and Derek was the careful and considerate landlord he was before. It wouldn’t be too long until their paths crossed once more, though. ________ Jordan was switched to delivery the day before the event. It was a position he knew well but dreaded because it meant going up and down theater stairs all day carrying bags of popcorn and drinks to customers’ seats. He was behind the concessions counter filling tubs of popcorn and restocking his apron with pockets full of straws, salt, butter, and napkins. ‘Welcome to FlixWorld, are you wanting to print a ticket or purchase one?” The standard box office greeting grate against his ears. “I purchased my ticket online. I assume I just need to print it?” A very familiar voice asked. Head jerking back, Jordan could see Derek talking to the girl at the ticket kiosk. For a moment, he was embarrassed to be seen at his place of work, but he remembered extending the offer to get Derek tickets before. He couldn’t be mad about the man going to see a movie. Quickly, before Derek could start making his way over, Jordan slipped his employee card to Kathy at the register. “Kat, that guy at the kiosks is a friend of mine. Give him my discount, please.” He explained, receiving a thumbs up before going back to his cart. The hum of the slushy machine was loud in his ears and it was only later as Kat slipped his tag back around his neck that he realized Derek had come and gone. He didn’t have time to dwell as his pager started to vibrate in his pocket. “Ugh, Kat, I’m due in theater 4. Can you get the door?” The cart was heavy and it was a battle trying to get it through the swinging door without knocking anything over. Having Kat hold it open was the only option. Thus began the next 30 minutes of running up and down stairs, handing out drinks and snacks right before the opening credits started rolling. Three theaters later, Jordan spotted a familiar name printed on the ticket stapled to a bag. ‘Derek K.’ Somewhat excitedly, Jordan pushed the cart down the long hall until he got to theater 7. It was their smaller theater which meant he wouldn’t be doing too much walking. And by his own organization of the cart, There were only two orders in a higher row than Derek. They weren’t big orders at all, so Jordan wasn’t too out of breath as he brought Derek’s singular large tub of popcorn to him. “Hi, Derek,” Jordan smiled. “Can I get you anything else? Extra napkins? Salt?” Derek took a piece of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. “I think I’m good. Are you manning the cart all night?” Jordan nodded with a sigh. “It’s not too busy though. And it gets slower the later it gets.” “You’re working pretty hard.” “It’ll be easier when this event is over and done with.” Jordan gave a small forced smile. “But if that’s all, I’ll be on my way.” “Oh, wait!” Derek called, digging into his pocket. Jordan stays long enough for him to pull out a folded five dollar bill and hold it out for him. “Your tip.” Jordan winced. “We aren’t allowed to accept tips. But thank you though!” Just then, the pager in his pocket started to vibrate. Pulling it out, He saw the number 11 flashing across the screen. “I have to get going, it was nice seeing you, Derek!” Derek said something, but by then Jordan was closer to the speakers and the previews were quite loud. He gave one final wave at the bottom of the stairs to Derek before pushing the cart along once more. This continued on for most of the night until, finally, he was allowed to take a break. When he came back, he spent the rest of the night until 1am cleaning each theater and shutting down the popcorn makers behind the counter. He went home that night and barely made it up the steps. As much as he wanted a shower, his bones ached for sleep. Jordan was only glad he had the autonomy to take off his uniform before flopping onto the bed and passing out while curled up to his pillow. ______ The dream he had was amazing. In this dream, he had drawn himself a nice warm bath in one of those large claw foot tubs. The steam rose in the air and the water was his favorite temperature. Dipping his fingers in, The warmth traveled up his arm. From there, Jordan didn’t waste much time before slipping under the water and suds. A peaceful sigh left his lips. Pretty soon, however, his dream was interrupted by a dreadfully familiar chill. Jerking up from bed, Jordan found the sheets wet. This time, it was in his own bed. Horror clung to him as he surveyed the damage. How could ge manage to lose control again?! And this time it wouldn’t be as simple as putting them in the washing machine himself…

Chapter 28: The Trial Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess The guards unlocked my door and barged in, standing side by side in the doorway. Dressed in heavy, silver armour, with the typical red Guard robes underneath, these two looked at me with hatred in their eyes, their hands clasping their spears tightly, just hoping they have an excuse to use them against me. Not that it would do anything to an immortal like me. “Come on. It’s time.” The larger one ordered in his gruff voice. “Don’t fight this. You deserve what’s coming to you. Love... what a stupid emotion. If you ask me, death is too easy for you.” Said the smaller guard with venom in his tone. Nonchalantly, I stood up and put my hands out without saying a word. I would be the bigger person, even if I was about to be executed. If that’s even possible. The larger of the two guards walked over with a pair of handcuffs and with no delicateness, he cuffed my hands together. The cold metal touching my skin sent a shiver through my body. The clink of the metal as the handcuffs locked signalled that this was it. There was no getting out of this now. “Go. Now.” He ordered, pushing me from behind towards the door of my prison cell. I must admit... for a prison cell, this felt more like a fancy hotel room in one of the dimensions we had visited than a place to keep prisoners. But I suppose these cells aren’t meant for common criminals, these rooms are meant for only the most well-known, serious offenders, being that they were part of the Council’s building. And because they’re such snobs for perfection... even their prisons had to look fancy. If this had been a smaller offence with a lower profile of offender... they wouldn’t use the Council building, they’d just hold it in one of the courtrooms in Aenonnos. But Freya and I were VIPs... so we got the VIP treatment. Nice ocean view, comfortable bed, last meal for breakfast followed by a lovely trip to the execution block. 5/5. Would recommend. I walked slowly between the guards as they escorted me out of the cell and towards my gruesome fate, keeping a straight face the entire time. I would not give them the satisfaction of showing my true feelings. ------------------------------------------------- Down the long, ornate, marble corridors lay my fate... and my final reunion with my love. As it goes, being killed alongside her by the people we were meant to protect and govern was pretty much near the bottom of my list of places I wanted to die with her, but hey, I suppose there could be worse places. I’ve seen what some of the people do to littles in the Diaper Dimension... that truly is a fate worse than death. But as I stared at the enormously tall ceilings, the pillars of marble arching above us, the intricate designs chiselled into the ceiling above... I wondered. ‘What did Freya mean by ‘trust her’? Does she have a plan to set us free? I mean... I trust her with my life, with my heart... but why won’t she tell me what the plan is?’ I pondered that question as we reached our third corridor, and as I looked down, I saw the door to the Council’s chambers. We had been here many times during our reign. Whilst we ruled the Kingdom and made some of the decisions, we were but two people. Two people who would often go explore other universes, leaving the Kingdom without a ruler for long periods of time. So shortly after taking control, we decided it best that the Kingdom retained its Council to run the country on our behalf. Yes... I realise now that that may have been our first mistake... look where it’s got us now. But hey, they kept the lights on and the Kingdom running whilst we were away on our little getaways. They made most of the smaller decisions, but turns out they had been running the show from the shadows the whole time. Siphoning off our magic to use against us, controlling the Kingdom without us, and apparently... spying on our relationship. Remind me if Freya does somehow manage to pull an escape out of her gorgeous backside, to portal the Council into a black hole or something? Or maybe a dimension full of nudists. Oh! Maybe that dimension where love is celebrated more than anything! That’d be perfect for these heartless bastards. As we reached the door, my thoughts focused back to the imminent danger I was facing. The guard in front saluted another guarding the entrance to the Council’s courtroom, who saluted him back. “Prisoner number two.” The guard in front said. “Prisoner number one just arrived a minute ago, you can go in.” Replied the entrance guard. Opening the large white doors, the beautiful hall made from marble and gold revealed itself to us. The enormous detailed ceiling adequately conveying the grand scale of this courtroom. And filling every row of the many benches by the back of the room, were the people we had helped and sacrificed so much for... all looking at me with disgust and sneers. Shuffling forwards towards the centre of the room, I heard the whispers and boos from the crowd. I tried my best to ignore them, but I recognised a few faces in the crowd, people I had helped personally with their problems... and it hurt my heart to see them turn against me so easily. Like a dagger to the heart, I clutched my hands to my chest, hoping this would be over and done with soon. I couldn’t stand to see their betrayal any longer. And as we reached the centre, I looked up to see the light in the darkness. Freya was looking down at me, smiling weakly, but that’s all I needed to keep going, to resist the drop into darkness that my people would see me towards. “Hey my little love...” The sound of disgust from the guard as he pushed me next to Freya was very obvious, he wanted us to know how much he hated what Freya had said. The magic barrier we had seen on occasion whilst visiting trials erected itself around Freya and I, isolating us from everyone and keeping us from going anywhere. “So... what’s the plan?” I asked quietly despite the roar of the crowd still as loud as it was when I entered. “Trust me, babygirl. The darkest hour is just before the dawn.” She loved talking to me in riddles. Part of it was because half the time I didn’t know what she was on about, making me feel like a tiny baby around her. But then the other part is because half of the time I did get it, and she likes to keep my brain active. “So... it’s gonna suck then?” I asked, with a look of contempt. “It’s going to suck. But I promise, this is not the end for us.” She replied. “I... I won’t ask. I trust you.” She reached down and kissed me. The uproar following that forbidden romantic act was... sweet? Like... before it was horrible seeing everyone so disgusted at our previous actions. Feeling so betrayed by those we had put so much of our lives into helping... But now... the brief act of defiance by Freya, the confidence as she kissed me tenderly on the lips whilst everyone yelled, screamed and threw things at the magic barrier... it felt weirdly sweet. So I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. The guard banged on the barrier. “OI! STOP THAT!” He roared. I stopped kissing Freya for a second, turned around to face the guard and look him in the eye. “Or what? You’ll kill me? Oh dear... your threats mean nothing when we’re already about to die.” I grinned at him before turning back around to kiss Freya once more. “That’s my babygirl...” She said, hugging me tightly against her chest. “ORDER!” Came a loud voice from the far end of the hall. We turned to the front of the hall to see the council. All sat down in their fancy seats, vexation plastered across their faces as they watched our very public declaration of love. “Stop that now or else...” The High Priest was about to start one of his long threats. The ones that go on forever and he forgets what he was even threatening in the first place, so Freya quickly decided to help him with that... “Or else what? You have no leverage against us. You’ve already threatened death, you can’t punish us when we’re about to die...” “BE THAT AS IT MAY... You shall stop that indecency immediately!” He snapped back. Freya grabbed my hand and held it up for everyone to see. I and she would be together, forever, even through death. “Today we are here to sentence these two civilians...” The High Priest started the official proceedings. “Not your Goddesses anymore?” I asked, smirking. “TODAY we are here to sentence these two CIVILIANS... to death. For the indecent act of... love. Do you deny these charges?” “Nope.” Freya said with utter certainty in her voice. “Me neither.” I followed. “Then you two shall be put to death immediately. We do not allow such filth like yourselves to tarnish our great Kingdom.” “Kill us? How? We’re immortal?” I said, smirking at the High Priest. “You think that... but we’ve been taking your power, siphoning it off... fashioning it into a weapon that will be able to kill even immortals such as yourself.” I looked at Freya, fear quickly entering my heart. But she just looked at me with that smile she gives whenever she needs to reassure me and instantly... the fear started to dissipate faster than it could spread through my body. “Go on then. Kill us.” She said calmly. “Want it over that quickly? Well the Elders and I are happy to grant you that request. The sooner you’re gone from society, the sooner we can move on from this dark moment in history. I mean after all these years... the prophecy would grant us... you two? Ugh.” “KILL US!” Freya screamed. It startled me to see her go from so calm to so angry in a split second. I don’t know why she wanted to die so quickly, but I figured she must have a plan, so I screamed it alongside her. “KILL US YOU COWARDS!” I yelled. The High Priest stood up from his seat, grabbing a large staff that leant against the marble back of it. “So be it.” Lifting the large staff, he pointed the end with the crystal on it directly towards the barrier surrounding us. “Lift the barrier.” He ordered, the guard doing as he asked straight away. As the barrier fell around us, exposing us to the courtroom once more, I stared at the jewel pointing directly at us and gulped. Thrusting forward, with one quick motion, a bolt of magic shot forth from the jewel, arcing directly at us, hitting the two of us with a flash of purple. Then there was an audible gasp from the courtroom before... silence. “Wow... that felt good. Almost relaxing. Like those massages we got in that other dimension that one time...” Freya laughed. I stood there, watching my girlfriend laugh at the High Priest, surprised that I was still alive. “Wait... can... can they not actually kill us?” I looked up and asked her. “I don’t think so, babygirl.” She bent down to whisper in my ear. “But we’re not out of the dark yet. I promise we’ll see the dawn.” The High Priest threw the staff to the ground and yelled. Stamping his feet and throwing things... he was worse than I am when I’m being a brat and having a tantrum. “What’s wrong? Didn’t work out?” Freya said in that fake-pity voice she loves to use on me. That one that makes me squirm. “SHUT UP YOU WHORE!” He yelled at Freya, who just took the insult and grinned. “Does widdle High Pwiest need a timeout?” She continued taunting him and laughing at him. Then the Elder sat next to the High Priest stood up. “So be it, if we cannot kill you... we’ll sentence you to something worse.” She said. “What’s that? A facial and a foot rub?” I joked. “We will make you suffer.” She grinned, which made me feel instantly uneasy. The High Priest composed himself and managed to keep his anger under control, but the mention of making us suffer made him smile at us and take charge of the situation once more. “Thank you, Sister. So... under the event that you two may not be able to die... we developed a second plan. GUARDS!” He yelled. Four guards walked over, two grabbing Freya and two grabbing me. “We sentence you to... life imprisonment.” “Wait... life imprisonment? But we can’t die!” I shouted. “Exactly... and whereas normally prisoners would do time in cells in the Prison complex... you two have... unique prison cells.” Two guards from either side of the room entered, each pushing a large, dark cube. They were as black as the void, about the same height as I was, and each had only one window, which looked like it was also the only way in and out of them. “Soundproof... magic-resistant... You’ll be side by side, unable to see or hear each other... for eternity.” The High Priest grinned, like he was enjoying this torture. Fear started spreading through my body again. My heart was racing. My legs were shaking. ‘They couldn’t do this... could they? This is barbaric! Sadistic! Absolutely fucked up!’ Large black cubes with only a small window on the front would be our jail cells for the rest of eternity... it sounded worse than death. Maybe even worse than some fates in the Diaper Dimension. “You can’t starve, so we don’t need to feed you. Your waste is managed by the magic wards surrounding the box. So there is no need to even open your cells. Your windows won’t be facing each other and you will spend the rest of time in your cells... unable to do anything until you slowly lose your minds.” He said as the boxes were slowly pushed towards us. “That... that...” My brain was overloading. I couldn’t think of what I could say. I couldn’t think of any words. My mind was a storm right now and the urge to fight or flee was stronger than ever. “Baby... trust me, okay?” Freya could see I was panicking, so she tried to calm me as my eyes darted between the two large black cubes. Even her words weren’t helping right now. The fear was spreading through me and I panicked as two guards behind us pushed us forwards towards the cells. “And... so you can still be a benefit to society... your magic will be slowly drained over millennia, so you’re unable to escape, and we’ll use that magic to better our society...” I wanted to kill the High Priest. His taunting was making me panic more. Being pushed closer and closer to the large black boxes, I could sense the magic surrounding them... our magic. Being used against us. Glancing to my left for one last look... I saw a tear roll down Freya’s cheek as she looked at me and smiled. She mouthed ‘I love you’ to me, so I mouthed the same back to her before she disappeared from view, pushed into the cube in front of her. “YOU SICK FUCKS! WHO THE FUCK THOU... UGH!” I screamed as I was thrown into the open cell in front of me, before the glass door/window closed behind me. It went from cheers and yelling of the crown getting their ‘justice’... to just... silence. Maddening silence. When on Earth, we liked to learn a lot, and I remember seeing those sound-proof rooms that were so silent it made people feel uneasy. This was like that. No noise. No smells. No Magic. Nothing. Just one small window we could look out from. Even if I didn’t feel drained of magic right now, I could tell something about this cube meant I couldn’t cast anything even if I wanted to. They had create a void within a cube using our magic. Then just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, the people in the back stood up cheering, as a guard stood in front of the window and started pushing. He was... he was pushing the cell back... but where? The only place behind this was... underneath... the Council’s seats... Where we would be imprisoned... forever... ...Oh no... The cell stopped. The guards bent down and grabbed the marble panel on the floor. And they lifted it. They were burying our cells underneath the Council’s seats. And as the panel came into position, slowly reducing the amount of light coming into my prison cell... I started to hyperventilate as darkness consumed my whole body. This was it... this was the end... But then a voice popped in my head. “Dawn will come.” ========================================================== Nearing the half way point of the story! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the next 4 chapters are available on my Patreon, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. 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Chapter 26: Taken Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!” A box flew past my head as Alex screamed. “Alex, calm down.” Charlie edged closer, trying not to get hit by the flailing Alex. “CALM DOWN? THEY’VE GOT MY WIFE! WOULD YOU BE CALM IF THEY GOT LIV?” “...” Charlie shut up at that point, knowing the answer. “I THOUGHT SO. NOW, CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW TO GET PAIGE BACK?” There was an awkward silence as no one knew what to say. “Getting Paige back isn’t the problem...” said a voice coming from towards the docks entrance... We all looked to the side to see Rose walking out from behind a box. “AND WHERE WERE YOU?” Alex shouted, stomping over to Rose. I could tell she was ready to tear her a new one, but then a smaller figure emerged from behind Rose. “M... Mummy?” Alex stopped in her tracks, staring at her wife, as she dropped to her knees with her arms stretched out. Paige ran over to Alex’s waiting arms and they embraced, Alex kissing Paige all over her face like she hadn’t seen her in years. “Wha... but...”Alex looked at Paige, then quickly turned to Rose. Then the rest of us all looked to Rose. And with a heart-wrenching sigh, she muttered just one word. “...Noelle.” “Wait, so that was...?” Alex helped Rose sit down on a nearby box, somehow without letting go of Paige’s hand the entire time. “Yup.” Rose gave that fake smile I’d give whenever I was trying to hold it together. “What happened?” “The clever little minx learned a few tricks from our lessons together, and mixed up a sleeping powder from some herbs she must have kept on her.” “She knocked you out?” “Yup. Originally she had only knocked Paige out, intending to replace her in the trade. But when I turned up, she must have predicted it and laid a trap for me. As soon as I opened the bedroom door and saw Paige, powder blew into my face, causing me to fall asleep in seconds.” “Why would she want to replace Paige? Paige is the obvious choice to pretend to be Faith!” Alex asked, clutching Paige’s hand even tighter. “I... I don’t know. I don’t know what she was thinking. She’s as powerless as I am, so it’s not like she can fight back right now.” “Faith, can you search for her? Do you have satellites on this Earth?” Alex asked me. “We do. I don’t know if I could hack into any system like that though. I’m good but I’m not that good. I’ll do what I can, but I have to say... the fiancé wasn’t alone.” I replied. “Well we know that...” “No. I mean he had a hacker of his own. They managed to trick me with their cameras by hacking into my system.” “Oh shit. Any idea who they are?” She asked. “None. But once I’ve done a full system scan when I get back, I can see what information I can dig up about Noelle’s location, as well as our mystery hacker.” “Good girl. We should head back, there’s nothing we can do right now.” Morgan instructed. She stopped and turned back to Rose as we all walked out of the docks. “Rose, how are you holding up?” “Not going to lie... I’m close to breaking. When I heard Noelle was taken, I nearly broke. But... if she replaced Paige, she must have had a plan, so I trust her...” Rose responded. “She’ll be okay, Rose. She’s as tough as her other variations. And Faith will find her. We’ll get her back.” “Thanks. Let’s go back to your place. I need a drink to calm my nerves.” Morgan put her arm around Rose and led her out of the docks, grabbing my hand along the way. ------------------------------------------------- We arrived back at our apartment a while later. The reality of everything had hit Rose on the journey home, so she quickly ran into the bathroom, crying. Alex had not let go of Paige the entire way back, and even now they were in a safe space, she still wouldn’t let go of her wife. Paige didn’t mind the attention though, so she happily snuggled up to her wife whilst sat on her lap as Alex stroked her hair and kissed her cheek every few minutes. Liv and Charlie were holding up okay, but were obviously concerned about Noelle. Morgan closed the door behind us, before turning to me. “Right babygirl... let’s get you back on your computer. Do you need any help?” She asked. “No, I think I’ll be okay. I think Rose needs you right now.” “I agree. If you run into any trouble, or that hacker breaches your system again, tell me, okay?” “Okay Mummy. I love you.” “I love you too, babygirl. And tell me if you need a change.” I nodded before turning to my workshop, waddling off to find out as much information about this shady fiancé and his allies, and ideally... Noelle’s location. As soon as the door to my workshop closed, I ran over to my desk, jumping onto my chair and spinning around to face my screen. “Right, first things first... system scan. Need to make sure the hacker didn’t get into my main system, only the device I used to interact with the dock’s system.” And so I did a full system scan. It took a while, and the entire time I could hear them talking about Noelle and trying to support each other in the living room. I wished I was there, I felt alone here, sat at my computer, with no one to talk to. But I knew that this job was too important, and that Morgan would be in soon to check on me. Once the scan was complete, it found... nothing. Which is great, the fiancés hacker didn’t manage to breach my main system. Problem was... that just made it that much more difficult to find our mystery hacker. So I got to work, scouring every resource I knew of, even taking some risks with some dodgy sites to find just something, anything, about our enemy. But the longer I searched, the less hope I had inside me. I tried searching his face from the cameras at the docks, but there were no hits. Nothing! No police databases, no government databases... nothing! He didn’t exist according to them... I tried searching for our mysterious hacker... but again, nothing. I used the police’s facial recognition software to track Noelle using a picture of me... but that came up empty, aside from a few CCTV stills that showed the lot of us walking back. So they weren’t in the city... which meant... private island. ‘We’re never going to find her... it was only because of Morgan interrogating that guy who was sent to kill her that she found out about the couple who bought me when I was kidnapped. And that couple were very sloppy with hiding their tracks, meaning Morgan found out where their island was. This guy... we have no henchmen to interrogate, no tracks left... and he’s much more careful about leaving anything behind.’ “Hey Red.” I must have been stuck in my own little world, worrying about Noelle, to not see Morgan walking in. “You... you never call me that these days.” “Because now it’s mostly babygirl or babydoll or something cute to make you feel little. But with everything that’s going on, I figured you needed a bit more... comfort, and a supportive girlfriend, rather than your Mummy.” Morgan gently stroked my hair as she talked. “Can’t I have both?” I smiled weakly to her. “Of course you can, but let’s leave the babying stuff until we get Noelle back, eh? Otherwise we may upset Rose.” “Okay, that’s fair. I missed Red anyway.” “Me too, sweetie. Now, have you found anything?” I shook my head, disappointed that I couldn’t give her better news. “I’m sure she’s okay sweetie, she’s a tough cookie, like you.” “But she doesn’t have her magic!” “She’s still tough. She’ll figure some way to get a message back to us, just you wait. For now, keep looking. Do you need a hand?” “Nah, I’m okay. I’ve got my system set to alert us if her face shows up anywhere in the city... but it’s looking more and more like he’s taken her to a private island.” “Shit. We’ll get her back sweetie, I promise.” Morgan kissed my head and pulled me close to her body. “But what if... what if we don’t? It’ll be my fault she’s been taken!” My eyes started to tear up. Morgan sat down next to me, lifting me up and placing me on her lap. “Shush! No more of that talk! It’s not your fault she was taken. This fiancé obviously had a plan, and there was no way we could’ve expected any of it. Especially not Noelle taking Paige’s place.” “I suppose... I just feel... helpless.” I said, burying my face in Morgan’s chest. She pulled me back and wiped my face, clearing all the tears that had run down my cheek. “We all do, sweetpea. Rose especially. Her powers are gone, and her babygirl is off being tortured or regressed.” “Oh god... and she’s not got the nanites that Liv and I do to protect her...” “I know, that’s what worries me most.” “When we get to the Diaper Dimension, first thing I’m doing is getting hold of some more nanites and putting them in the others. And... probably you and the other Mummies.” “Us too?” Morgan’s eyebrow raised. “You’re not much taller than me in their dimension. You’re not like Charlie. And Rose won’t have her magic to make her taller either. So we can’t take the risk. I hate that I was so focused on recovery and trying to get the portal bracelet working that I didn’t even think to get some protection nanites for you.” My eyes started tearing up again. “Don’t worry about it sweetpea. When we get back over there, we’ll get everyone protected. Hell, even Charlie with her current size.” “I won’t let what happened to me happen to anyone else. At least not any of us.” “You have such a good heart, my love. Now... how about we go join the others? I think Rose needs as much support as possible. I know she’s acting like she’s fine, but if I ever lost you... again...” Morgan grasped my hand and squeezed it. “I’ve set another search for both the fiancé and also for any sign of Noelle. I even got in touch with the island, to see if they had heard anything.” “How’re they doing? It’s been so long!” Morgan asked. “They’re managing. They’ve made progress with some of the littles, but not all. Some show no sign of progress; they’re most likely going to stay regressed.” “That’s sad to hear. Well once all this is over, how about we go visit them? Maybe we could organise some way to get them over to Eve in the diaper dimension?” She suggested. “That... that may work. I wasn’t as regressed as some of the others on the island, but she fixed me. And Liv’s friend Zoe was much worse off than any of them... and she’s fine now. So maybe?” “We’ll worry about that later, poppet. Grab your tablet so you can stay updated on your search, and come into the living room.” “Okay, I’ll be right in. You go ahead.” “You sure? Don’t want Mummy to carry you in?” I blushed and looked at my feet. “But... you said no babying whilst Noelle...” “You’re just getting a lift babygirl, that’s all...” I blushed even more and squirmed about in my chair. “I think someone wants that...” She teased. Thankfully, my dignity was saved by a message popping up on my phone. “Oh hey, saved by the bell... I’ll see you in there!” “Don’t think you’re getting out of the baby treatment that easily... I’ll be waiting for you babygirl.” Morgan walked off into the living room and I quickly checked my phone. It could only be one of three people; I wasn’t exactly popular in my dimension. I have three friends, and only they know my phone number. So I quickly checked my phone to see which of the three was messaging me. Reina: Hey, still miss you. According to Morgan you should’ve been back a few days ago. But no update from you. Let me know you’re okay, I miss you! Xx Reina ‘Reina...’ I thought to myself before feeling a shot of guilt right to the heart. ‘I haven’t spoken to her since I left for the diaper dimension... Morgan has been checking in on them, giving them updates... but I haven’t actually spoken to her in over a year.’ So I hit reply and quickly typed a message. Faith: Hey! Sorry I didn’t text sooner! A lot has been going on. Hard to explain. On a big adventure with new friends. Will tell you all the details when I get back. Don’t wanna worry you, everything is fine. Pinky promise. xx I added that last bit as I realised the rest of the message sounded awkward and suspicious. Pinky promise was our way of telling each other that it really is okay. ...Even if I was lying... Reina: Okay, but you tell me EVERYTHING about your new friends, okay? And be careful. I know what you’re like... this is probably dangerous with the fact you told me nothing about it. But I trust you. Be careful. Love you xx Faith: Love you too xx I put my phone away and picked up my tablet, ready to head back to the living room to comfort Rose and be a bit more social. With my computer scanning for any sign of Noelle, there was literally nothing else I could do right now, so for Rose’s sake... and my own... I headed to the living room door. But as I reached it, a pain shot through my head. A familiar pain that made the room blurry and start to spin. “I... I...” “Faith, are you okay...?” I heard Morgan scream from the living room, followed by multiple people yelling out in pain. Dropping to my knees, I tried breathing deeply, but I remembered the last time I felt like this... ‘But... no... she couldn’t have...?’ I thought to myself as everything went dark and I drifted off to sleep. ========================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the 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. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! ?

[73] "What... what does that mean?" you ask, the fight draining from you in the face of an unbeatable opponent. "Well, I was considering keeping you as a toddler, but if you're going to hit and run all the time, we're going to have to remove your coordination. Come on." She carries you to the couch, sitting down and pulling out a small cylinder. A hologram is projected before you, dancing blobs of color. Soft music plays and you feel yourself being drawn into it. "Wait.. " you say, turning your head away and closing your eyes. "I'm sorry! I don't understand what you're trying to do, but please don't!" The way you felt compelled to watch the bouncing blobs was frightening, the word 'conditioning' in conjunction was terrifying. "You had your chance," Amelia scolds, grabbing you by the chin and turning your head, her other hand forcing your eyes open. She had set the cylinder down on the couch, the projections continuing. "Now just relax." You felt the sounds and sights worming their way into your brain, your body going slack as she held you, forcing you to watch and listen. Moments later, you find yourself staring up at the ceiling from the floor of the playpen, your pacifier between your lips again. You try to reach up and pull it out of your mouth, but your arms only flail uselessly in the air above you... you spit it out and roll over, trying to pull yourself up but you can't seem to get your body to cooperate. "Amelia?" you call. "Help! I.. I can't get up!" "Of course you can't," Amelia calls cheerfully from another room. "You'll have to earn that back. You're not a toddler yet, you're an infant." "You can't do this to me!" you shout, wiggling helplessly in the playpen. "You can't! I'm an adult! I don't want this!" "My baby," Amelia coos much closer, and you find yourself being lifted into the air and cradled in her arms. "My sweet baby, do I need to take your ability to talk?" You blink, shocked at the causal way she delivers the threat. It's horrific. "No," you squeak. "Please don't... " "Then learn to be a good baby, say please and thank you, and don't make demands of your mommy. Now say 'sorry, mommy'." Your heart clenches, a lump in your throat as you realize you have no choice but to comply. "Sorry, mommy," you croak, fighting back tears. "There's a good girl. I was going to make you chicken nuggets for dinner, but since you're such a little baby, I think we're going to stick to bottles." "Please mommy," you beg helplessly. "Please, I don't want a liquid diet." "Oh you're far too little to know what you want, sweetie." Amelia kisses you on the forehead before laying you down on a mat on the floor, with dangling toys hanging from curved rods above you. An infant's toy. Despair grows in your heart as you realize that it didn't have to be this way, if you had just chosen more wisely. Now you might never walk again, might never be able to feed yourself. You feel the diaper growing warm between your legs as your body betrays you further, your bladder surrendering. You begin to cry as you lay there helplessly, wetting yourself. And you can't even complain, or she'll make it worse. Will she ever let you walk again? [END - Bad End #12]

[74] With some effort, you climb your way onto the couch - the seat was nearly six feet tall, the climb wasn't easy without finger, but you manage to pull yourself, panting, to the cushions. You crawl over to the end table, feeling your ridiculous diaper causing your hips to sway back and forth as you near the remote. You grab it with both mittened hands, flopping down on your bottom with your legs splayed before you. It's positively covered in buttons and panels, and the thing looks like it can control any number of systems in the house... And the controls are all generic, there wasn't a button that said simply, "Open the Door". You frown and start pushing buttons, trying to find the right combination to do what you want. The blinds open, the lights brighten, and the television changes to a different station. A children's cartoon, starring a group of well-diapered Littles being led through the world by a young-looking Amazon... and you find it engrossing. You stop to watch for just a moment... "Sweetie?" the word sounds like it's coming from a million miles away and you turn, blinking heavily as you look over and see the most beautiful, amazing woman you've ever seen in your life. You heart soars at the sight of her. Mommy. Your mommy. The person who loves you more than anyone else in the whole world. "Mama," you fling your arms wide and beg to be picked up, bouncing on your bottom... which feels strangely warm and squishy. "Oh sweetheart, what did you do to yourself?" she asks, looking sad. Your heart crumples at her sadness and you feel tears welling up in your eyes. You can't stand the thought of her being sad for even the barest moment. "Mama sad?" you ask as she lifts you. "Sad sad... " "A little," she says wistfully, sighing. "It looks like you regressed yourself... I wasn't going to do that to you. I wanted your little mind sharp, but I suppose you'll be happier this way. You're my Little Lena now, aren't you? Can you say Lena?" "Lena!" you announce, feeling happy at her smile. "That's right, my precious girl. Now, it smells like you made a stinky, can you say 'Lena stinky'?" "Lena stinky!" you shout, reveling in her laughter. Her laugh is like the sound of joy itself and you find yourself laughing as well. You're Lena now, Barbara is gone, and you'll be her happy baby forever... [END - Bad End #13]