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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

Author's Note: if you've been following some of my more recent works, this is gonna be a bit different. Less on the fetishy side and more of an… emotional conversation? I dunno what direction I'm gonna take it yet. Anyhoo, enjoy! ~~~~ God, what a hell of a day! I had to check my calendar to make sure it wasn't a Monday. Nope. Just a supposed-to-be-boring old Thursday. Are Thursdays the new Monday? Shit, who knows? I'm just glad to be home. I can't wait to take a hot shower, boot up the Xbox, and maybe even put on a- My thoughts were interrupted by my apartment door suddenly swinging open to reveal my girlfriend Grace standing in the doorway. She wore her usual casual clothes: sweat pants and a t-shirt commemorating some emo rock band from the early 2,000s–today it was Black Veil Brides. Her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, framing the most beautiful face I'd had the pleasure of seeing almost every day for… Huh. How long had it been? Four months? Six? Who knows, who cares. I barely remembered a life before her anyway, that's how happy she made me. “Hey Aaron.” She said, smiling up at me. “Uhhhhh, hi?” Hi? Is that all I could say? “I didn't expect to see you today. I didn't forget a date or something, did I?” Shit, had she made plans for us today and I forgot? I don't think I did, but if I did she was gonna be pissed… “Nope. Just thought I'd drop in and surprise you.” she stepped out of the doorway to let me in. “Well… Consider me surprised!” I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to hers. Even if my original plans were out the window with her here, it was well-worth it to spend the evening with the love of my life. “Want some coffee?” She asked when her lips were finally free from mine. “Is that a question? Of course I want coffee!” She knew I had a routine of having a cup of coffee when I get home from work. If I was anything I was a creature of habit. She sauntered off to the kitchen to get me my drink. I was very particular about my coffee, but she had a knack for making it *just* the way I liked it. It was reason #217 why I loved her. I went about my arriving-home routine of hanging up my coat, putting my wallet and keys in their usual spots, kicking off my shoes, and changing out of my work shirt. I had just finished all that by the time Grace came to me with my favorite coffee mug–the one that said “I before E, except when your foreign neighbor Keith receives eight counterfeit beige sleighs from feisty caffeinated weightlifters.” I took a sip of my coffee and I'm sure the look on my face must've conveyed something akin to orgasmic bliss. “Mmmmm, perfect as always.” She gave me a satisfied grin and grabbed my free hand, leading me back out to the living room couch. I figured she either wanted to play games or watch some of our shows, and I was fine with either of those options. I sat down on the couch and was slightly taken aback when she opted to sit on the coffee table in front of me, instead of taking her seat beside me. “So.” This was a little game she played sometimes. “So.” I repeated, prompting her to continue. “You know how you helped me learn to communicate better and not overreact during conversations?” “I do seem to recall this, yes.” It was true. When we met, she wasn't all that great at dealing with conflict. Not that I blamed her. To say she had come from a broken home would be like calling the Hindenburg a little oopsy-daisy. “Well,” she continued “I may have done something that might require you to use those same skills…” I quirked an eyebrow at her. This was… Very unlike my Grace. She was normally outspoken and unapologetic when it came to the things she did. Now it seemed the cat had gotten her tongue pretty good. “Ummm, okay? Consider me braced for bad news. Hit me.” I was honestly perplexed as to what she could have done that she'd be afraid to tell me. Cheated on me? No, not a chance. She regularly told me that I was the best thing that had ever happened to her–a sentiment I reciprocated just as regularly. Stolen from me? No, not her style. “Well you see, the other day I was here and you were taking a shower and I was bored so I kinda just started… Going through your closet…” My face turned pale as a ghost. Fuck. I felt her hand on my knee “Just bare with me a minute, okay babe?” my whole body felt like it was on fire, but her smile definitely helped put me at ease. I let out the breath I didn't know had caught in my throat and nodded for her to continue. “I was obviously a bit confused, so I ummm… went through your phone. Found some things…” My eyes were glued to the floor. I had envisioned this scenario a thousand times, and it never turned out well. I had to stop my mind from jumping to the conclusions it was certain that this conversation was leading to. “You have a thing for diapers.”

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.

I’ve struggled with having accidents my whole life. Even now as an adult woman I’ve wet myself in my car more times than I can count and I was not diapered. I wet myself at least 4 times a week. I just have to go so bad all the sudden that I even start the pee pee dance but by the time I get to the toilet I’ve usually wet myself. Over time i started fantasizing about putting on pull-ups again. I was a bed wetter for the first 13 years of my life so I am familiar with pullups. Every time I have an accident I’m filled with such shame. It makes me feel like a little girl again. I guess I’m still not fully potty trained should I go back to pull-ups?

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.

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

Pull ups might be a good idea in this case. Whether you enjoy having them or genuinely can’t make it to the bathroom before wetting your pants pul- ups may offer you some piece of mind knowing you’re protected.

Amazing chapter. I think Hortensia has found a friend. Now what I had been thinking was going on has hit another bump. Well it could still work out the way I was thinking but there was another twist added again. I am getting the feeling now that it was the neighbor who was behind pushing Hortensia to damage the car. But I was thinking that it was the same “Tall Man” that had hurt Jennifer. That didn’t make sense because the tall man was Hortensia’s father. Hortensia would definitely know her father so that wouldn’t fly. Then I started thinking that maybe both men served sentences in the same prison at some point. I guess I am just better off not thinking about it and just read and find out what’s actually going on. You know I am looking forward to seeing more.

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. 🙂

I think it’s great that your chronicle is here and I don’t have any reason to suggest that it’s about to get lost. It’s not like you’re breaking any laws. It’s more that the account you would author would be vanishingly rare and possibly too valuable to be left to the vagaries of discussion forums where at best, they sink down the viewing order over time. It’s unfortunately happened in the past that discussions similar to this get invaded by thought-zombies whereupon the point of them can get diluted or lost in general acrimony and/or the author (unsurprisingly) decamps because the topic has descended into abuse. I've seen even seen worthy threads (not here) get zapped by mods just because of all the ballyhoo they got infected with. Hopefully that will not happen. There’s no hint of it so far. But… At a minimum, I’d be keeping my diary off-line and posting your updates out of that diary. That way you have a backup should this world end and you need to find another one. That’s what I do with my own chronicle. What appears here is a reflection of what I wrote somewhere else. Should something happen to my thread or worse, DD, at least I have a backup. There's something I *might* be able to contribute to. I'm not daytime incontinent but I've certainly developed bedwetting. My experience is that my propensity for leaks got higher once true bedwetting appeared because I got very random about "managing" my position in bed when I peed and adult disposables don't like getting used in certain positions. Back when I was a corporate traveller, I used terry-lined plastic pants (the double layer "Kins" ones are excellent) over my night nappy. By the end of my career (Covid), I was both a frequent flyer AND a bedwetter. I leaked plenty of times but I *never* wet a hotel bed with those. I may have been drying them out over a radiator a few times though 🤣

1. Severe / Total incontinence 2. Squirts, small bladder releases 3 No awareness of having to pee. Total amnesia. 4. Heavy wetting, frequent pee dreams 5. Permanent 6. Severe/ Total bowel incontinence 7. Yes

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

Chapter 42: The car slowed to a stop, and the sound of the engine's purr hushed as Mommy put it in park. I wiggled in my car seat, peering out the window with wide, curious eyes. Today was different—I could feel the change in the air. Mommy, now dressed in her professional business attire, leaned in to unstrap me from my car seat. My toddler outfit, a onesie adorned with playful cartoon characters, a pair of light blue overalls and baby-blue winter coat, clashed with the more formal aura that Mommy radiated in her sleek business ensemble. The contrast wasn't lost on me, and as Mommy expertly undid the straps. "Alright, my little one," Mommy cooed, her voice a comforting melody as she guided me from the car seat, her well-manicured fingers securing a pacifier clipped to my onesie. "Mrs. Henderson is going to take care of you today while Mommy goes to work." I fidgeted, my gaze shifting between Mommy's polished appearance and the prospect of spending the day at Mrs. Henderson's daycare. The familiar scent of Mommy's perfume mingled with the baby powder that clung to my skin, creating a curious olfactory contrast. With my diaperbag hanging across her shoulder Mommy guided me toward Mrs. Henderson's house, I clung to the pacifier, the soft rubber soothing my nerves. The click-clack of Mommy's heels on the pavement mirrored the rhythm of my toddler steps, creating a symphony of sounds that accompanied our journey to the daycare. Mrs. Henderson's daycare was a realm of colorful chaos, with toys scattered across the room, each corner adorned with the trappings of toddlerhood. My toddler eyes widened as I took in the lively atmosphere. "Hello, dearies!" Mrs. Henderson's voice chimed, a melody of warmth and familiarity. She bustled toward us, her apron adorned with cartoon characters reminiscent of my own attire. "And look who we have here! Patrick, sweetie, you're growing more adorable each time I see you!" I clung to Mommy's hand, my pacifier dangling around my neck, feeling a mix of comfort and trepidation. Mrs. Henderson's friendly demeanor, while reassuring, couldn't fully mask the realization that this place was a curious blend of my past and present. Mommy exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Henderson, a seamless transition between adult conversation and the sweet baby talk reserved for me. Mommy handed over the diaper bag to Mrs. Henderson, a brightly colored vessel that held the essentials for my day at daycare. It was a miniature world packed with tiny outfits, spare diapers, pacifiers, bottles, bibs, and, unbeknownst to me, the mysterious protein powder—essentially, a can of baby formula that had discreetly made its way into my daily routine. "Here you go, Mrs. Henderson," Mommy smiled, a certain familiarity and trust underscoring the exchange. "Everything Patrick needs is in there. If there's anything else, feel free to give me a call." Mrs. Henderson graciously accepted the bag, her eyes twinkling with an understanding that transcended mere caretaking. "Don't you worry, dearie. We'll take excellent care of Patrick.” I shifted my gaze around the daycare. Toys beckoned from their places, inviting me to explore this world where playtime and professional dialogue intertwined. Mrs. Henderson crouched down to my level, her eyes twinkling with genuine affection. "Patrick, sweetheart, are you ready for a day of fun with your friends? We have so many exciting things planned!" I nodded hesitantly, my fingers tracing the edges of my pacifier. Mommy knelt beside me, her hand on my back, providing the reassurance I needed. "Goodbye, sweetheart," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Be a good boy for Mrs. Henderson, and I'll see you later, okay?" As the door closed behind her, a surge of emotions overwhelmed me. Tears welled up in my eyes, and my lower lip trembled in a silent plea for Mommy to return. Mrs. Henderson, sensing my distress, knelt beside me and wrapped her arms around my small form. "There, there, Patrick," she cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "Mommy will be back soon. We'll have so much fun together in the meantime. How about we explore the play area and find some exciting toys to play with?" Her comforting words gradually eased my anxiety, and with a hiccupping sniffle, I nodded. Mrs. Henderson took a moment to examine the contents of the diaper bag, acknowledging each item with a nod and a gentle smile. "Well, Patrick, it seems we're all set for a fantastic day of play and discovery! Let's make it a memorable one, shall we?" Mrs. Henderson led me through the daycare, her cheerful voice describing each area with enthusiasm. The vibrant play area caught my attention first—a kaleidoscope of colors and soft play mats spread across the floor. Toys, stuffed animals, and building blocks were scattered around, waiting to be explored by the little ones. It seemed like a haven for the toddlers to unleash their boundless energy. As we walked, familiar sights triggered memories of my time here as a baby. The playpen, the highchair, the changing table—all of it seemed like a surreal journey back in time. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia mixed with a strange blend of embarrassment and resignation. "These are all the fun places where you'll spend your time, Patrick," Mrs. Henderson said, her smile radiating warmth. "We have a fantastic play area, a cozy corner for naps, and, of course, a spot for yummy snacks. It's going to be so much fun!" We moved on to the cozy nap area, a quiet room occupied by 4 cribs and soft blankets and plush pillows scattered all over the floor. A soothing lullaby played in the background. "Perfect for a nice, restful nap, don't you think?" she remarked, smiling down at me. I nodded, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. This place, designed to comfort infants, was becoming my reality once again. The next room was occupied by a changing station, complete with a well-stocked supply of diapers, wipes, and creams. The scent of baby powder lingered in the air. I couldn't escape the fact that soon I'd be back on in this room, having my diapers changed like a helpless infant like so many years ago. "And, Patrick, this is where we'll take care of those little messes," Mrs. Henderson said, patting the changing table with a gentle reassurance. I forced a small smile, trying to hide my unease. As we rounded off the tour, we approached the highchair area, a lineup of small seats with trays for mealtime. "There's so much for you to explore, my dear," Mrs. Henderson beamed, seemingly oblivious to my internal struggle. "I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time here." But as she spoke, my mind kept flashing back to the days when I was last in this daycare, surrounded by the same sights and sounds. The daycare's cheery atmosphere suddenly shifted as Mrs. Henderson's colleague, a woman with a warm smile, entered the room holding two giggling toddlers in her arms. The scent of baby powder wafted through the air, blending with the vibrant colors and soft textures that filled the space. "Good morning, Mrs. Simmons! Looks like you got two little ones all fresh and ready for playtime," Mrs. Henderson exclaimed, her voice radiating enthusiasm. In the woman’s arms the toddlers squirmed with excitement, tiny fingers reaching out for the toys scattered around the room. Mrs. Simmons, a stunning blond woman in her early thirties, exuded a vibrant and welcoming energy that complemented the lively daycare atmosphere. Her golden locks framed her face in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders with a natural glow. A bright and engaging smile adorned her lips, reflecting genuine warmth and friendliness. Her eyes, a shade of crystal blue, sparkled with a playful glint as she interacted with the toddlers. There was an undeniable maternal grace in her movements, a testament to her experience in caring for the little ones who filled the daycare. Mrs. Simmons wore a cheerful, floral-patterned blouse that added a touch of color to the room, and a pair of comfortable yet stylish jeans, reflecting her approachability and practicality. And here's someone you haven't met yet," Mrs. Henderson continue, gesturing towards me with a soft smile. "This is Patrick. He's going to be joining us for a while." Mrs. Simmons' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of curiosity and friendliness crossing her features. "Well, hello there, Patrick! We're always thrilled to welcome new friends into our little daycare family." I managed a polite smile, feeling a bit out of place standing there as a grown man amidst the innocence of toddlerhood. Mrs. Simmons gently placed the toddlers down in the playpen, and they immediately started exploring the colorful toys. Mrs. Henderson gently guided me toward the playpen where the two lively toddlers awaited the commencement of our playtime. As I approached, my eyes met the vibrant scene unfolding inside – a kaleidoscope of colorful toys scattered across the padded floor. The excited giggles and animated babble of the toddlers filled the air, creating a symphony of childhood joy. The playpen was much smaller than the one at home, this one clearly made for real babies and not fitting of my size- At first, I hesitated at the edge of the playpen, uncertainty clouding my expression. Mrs. Henderson, sensing my hesitation, gently guided me to step over the edge and into the pen with a reassuring smile. Her comforting presence urged me to take that hesitant step forward, easing into the space where the toddlers eagerly played. The two little ones, blissfully unaware of my internal struggle, eyed me curiously before returning to their game. A toy truck caught my attention, and instinctively, I joined in, pushing it back and forth with the other children. As I immersed myself in the simple joy of playtime, the worries and complexities of adulthood momentarily faded away. Mrs. Henderson, observing our interaction, joined the playpen, seamlessly blending into the lively atmosphere. She encouraged imaginative play, fostering a sense of camaraderie and shared experiences among us. The vibrant colors of the toys, the laughter echoing in the room. As the playtime unfolded, Mrs. Simmons, approached the playpen. In one hand, she held a zippy cup, and in the other, two baby bottles, one for the other toddler and one for me. Mrs. Simmons, with a warm smile, knelt down to distribute the drinks, creating a sense of routine within the playtime. She handed the zippy cup to the other toddler, who eagerly clutched it with chubby fingers, ready to explore its contents. As for me, Mrs. Simmons extended the baby bottle, its familiar rubber nipple awaiting my embrace. Hesitant at first, I glanced around the playpen, noting the ease with which the other toddler embraced their drink. Feeling the eyes of both Mrs. Simmons and Mrs. Henderson on me, I accepted the bottle with a reluctant nod. The cool liquid inside, tasting both sweet and slightly tangy, met my lips as I gingerly began to suckle. The rhythmic sound of the bottle combined with the distant hum of children's laughter created a peculiar harmony. Amidst the playtime, Mrs. Henderson seamlessly transitioned into the caregiver role, orchestrating a routine diaper check for the trio of toddlers under her care. As the other toddler giggled, reveling in the attention, Mrs. Henderson started her inspection. She knelt beside the first toddler, her experienced hands efficiently assessing the state of the diaper. A nod of approval confirmed a dry outcome for this particular toddler, who clapped their hands in delight, seemingly proud of their achievement. Moving on to the second toddler, Mrs. Henderson's careful scrutiny revealed a different scenario. A slightly sagging indicated a wet diaper, but not in the need of a change yet, prompting Mrs. Henderson to murmur words of reassurance as she gathered the necessary supplies. Lastly, she turned her attention to me, her gaze meeting mine as she assessed my diaper's condition. Mrs. Henderson, with a gentle yet matter-of-fact demeanor, acknowledged the obvious – I was soaked and in need of a fresh diaper. Mrs. Henderson, ever the vigilant caretaker, declared that it was time for a diaper change. Taking my hand in hers, she guided me out of the lively playroom and into a quieter space, designated for the essential task of maintaining the toddlers' cleanliness and comfort. The room was adorned with cheerful decorations, attempting to create an atmosphere of reassurance despite its function. Mrs. Henderson, noticing the limitations of the standard changing table, quickly had a changing mat speard out on the floor and guided me back down onto it Mrs. Henderson proceeded with the diaper change, her experienced hands moving with a grace that came from years of tending to children of varying ages. The fresh diaper unfolded, crinkling softly as she prepared it for use. The wipes, pulled from their dispenser, had a crisp texture, and each touch felt like a gentle reminder of the delicate care being taken. As Mrs. Henderson skillfully went about the task of changing my diaper, she couldn't help but find amusement in the unique circumstances that had brought me back into her care. Her baby talk, though gentle and reassuring, carried a subtle undertone of humor that betrayed the irony of the situation. "Aw, look at you, sweetie, back in Mrs. Henderson's nursery after all these years," she cooed, her voice a delicate melody that mingled with the rustling of the diaper. Her playful tone sought to bridge the gap between the adult I once was and the toddler I had become. I lay there, a mix of vulnerability and acceptance, finding myself captivated by the warmth in Mrs. Henderson's expressions. Her laughter bubbled up as she playfully recounted the shared history of my time in her care, painting a vivid picture of how life had come full circle. As the diaper change came to a close, Mrs. Henderson's laughter lingered. Mrs. Henderson led me back into the playroom, the soft carpet under my feet and the lively sounds of the toddlers' play creating a vibrant atmosphere. I felt a fleeting sense of relief, having successfully navigated the diaper change without any major surprises. Little did I know that another unexpected twist awaited. As we reentered the playroom, I was met with a sudden and surprising urge. A moment after Mrs. Henderson settled me back into the play area, my face twisted in concentration as my body betrayed me once again. The room fell silent, save for the gasp from Mrs. Henderson and the oblivious laughter of the toddlers, as I let out a huge wet fart followed by a cascade of warm mush entering my diaper, first filling the back of my fresh nappy, but soon working its way up the back and in between my thighs as my bowels continued to give away and my face twisted in a grimace. "Oh, my goodness! Did someone just make a surprise announcement?" Mrs. Henderson exclaimed, her astonishment mixed with a hint of amusement. The toddlers, perhaps too engrossed in their play, continued their activities, oblivious to the unexpected turn of events. Mrs. Simmons couldn't contain her surprise as she witnessed the unexpected turn of events. "Oh my, he's a lively one, isn't he?" she chuckled, her eyes widening in playful disbelief. Mrs. Henderson joined in the light-hearted banter, exchanging amused glances with her colleague. "Well, it seems our little Patrick here is full of surprises today!" Mrs. Henderson remarked, her tone a delightful blend of amusement and understanding. The toddlers, still absorbed in their play, remained blissfully ignorant of the unfolding spectacle. Mrs. Simmons, ever the jocular presence, added her own touch of humor to the situation. "Looks like we've got a contender for the title of 'Biggest Baby in the Nursery.' What do you think, Patrick?" she teased, playfully with a gentle smile. Mrs. Henderson let out a soft, amused sigh, acknowledging Mrs. Simmons' observation. "Well, it looks like we've got our hands full with the biggest baby in the nursery," she quipped, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. As Mrs. Simmons chuckled at the remark, Mrs. Henderson gently took my hand and started leading me out the playroom once again. "Looks like someone's keeping us on our toes today," Mrs. Simmons remarked, a teasing glint in her eye. Mrs. Henderson nodded in agreement. "That's the joy of daycare life. You never know what to expect!" The daycare day unfolded in a series of activities where time blurred. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons orchestrated the day with a mix of care, babytalk. The rest of the morning continued with playtime in the playpen. Surrounded by colorful toys, I explored this miniature world, occasionally glancing at the other toddlers who shared the space. Mrs. Simmons joined in, offering interactive play and overseeing the camaraderie among the little ones. Feeding time brought a unique challenge—there was no highchair large enough for me. Instead, Mrs. Henderson improvised by settling me on her knee, balancing a baby bottle in one hand while gently guiding a spoonful of pureed baby food into my mouth with the other. After a hearty meal, the play continued, and Mrs. Simmons initiated group activities to encourage interaction among the toddlers. The playpen transformed into a lively space filled with laughter and occasional baby babble. As the play intensified, so did the need for a diaper change. Mrs. Henderson, with practiced ease, led me to the changing area, where the routine unfolded once more—mat, diapers, babytalk, and fresh clothing. After an eventful morning of play, feeding, and diaper changes, Mrs. Henderson, sensing my growing fatigue, decided it was time for an afternoon nap. In the nursery, where the other toddlers had their own individual cribs, I was guided to a cozy corner where a soft blanket had been laid out on the floor. The absence of a crib large enough for my adult frame meant I would be napping in this improvised space. Mrs. Henderson, with her nurturing demeanor, helped me settle onto the blanket, ensuring my comfort despite the unconventional setting. The other toddlers, each in their respective cribs, were already drifting off into slumber. The room, filled with the gentle hum of naptime. As Mrs. Henderson moved around the room, attending to the other children, her occasional glances and reassuring words maintained a sense of care. The afternoon nap, while unconventional in its execution, served as a moment of rest and respite. The rhythmic breathing of the other toddlers and the gentle ambiance of the nursery created an atmosphere conducive to a peaceful slumber. Despite the absence of a crib, the makeshift nap area became a haven, temporarily transporting me a world of sweet dreams. Upon waking, the play resumed, with Mrs. Simmons introducing new toys to the mix. The afternoon was marked by more laughter, babble, and the occasional exploration of the playpen boundaries. As the day drew to a close, another diaper change awaited. Mrs. Henderson, having perfected the routine, orchestrated the process efficiently, ensuring a fresh start for the final leg of the daycare experience. As the afternoon sunlight dimmed, casting a warm glow over the nursery, I heard the familiar sound of the daycare door opening. My heart fluttered with anticipation, knowing that the day's adventure at Mrs. Henderson's daycare was coming to an end. Mrs. Henderson, recognizing the approaching figure, welcomed my mommy into the room with a warm smile. Waddling toward my mommy with a blend of excitement and relief, I could hardly contain my joy at the sight of her familiar face. "Mommy!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with a mixture of childlike enthusiasm and an undercurrent of relief. The nursery's atmosphere, once so immersive, now took a backseat to the comforting presence of my guardian. My Mommy, equally delighted to see me, was quick to grab me in a tight embrace. Mrs. Henderson, her expression warm and friendly, initiated a conversation with Mommy, recounting the highlights of my day in her nurturing care. "Well, your little one had quite a day, as always," she chuckled, her eyes glinting with a touch of amusement. "We had some playtime, a few rounds of snacks, and, of course, a couple of diaper changes." Mommy, holding me close, listened attentively as Mrs. Henderson continued to share the day's events. The playful dynamics within the nursery were clearly outlined, with Mrs. Simmons chiming in agreement from the background. "And, dear, I have to say, Patrick might be an even bigger baby than we first expected," Mrs. Henderson admitted with a friendly grin. "I mean, today he surprised us with not one but two messy diapers, quite the achievement, don't you think?" Mommy chuckled in response, a mix of amusement and acceptance in her eyes. "Oh, Patrick," she sighed, looking down at me with a tender smile. "You really know how to keep things interesting, don't you?" Mrs. Henderson, sharing in the light-hearted moment, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, he does. But he's a sweetheart. It's all part of the daycare adventure." As the conversation unfolded, I found myself a participant in discussions about my own day. Yet, despite the gentle teasing about my "baby" achievements, there was an unmistakable warmth in the air With our daycare adventure at an end, Mrs. Henderson bid us a warm goodbye, expressing her anticipation for tomorrow. As Mommy secured me into the car seat, I felt the weight of the day settling on my shoulders—or perhaps, my diapered behind. The engine purred to life, and as Mommy pulled away from the daycare, I couldn't help but drift into a peaceful slumber. The rhythmic hum of the car, coupled with the gentle sway of the journey, lulled me into a nap that felt like a welcomed refuge from the day's activities. Mommy, glancing at me through the rearview mirror, remarked with a chuckle, "Must have been an exciting day, little one." Her voice carried a blend of fondness and amusement as she navigated the familiar roads that led us back home. As the car glided through the streets, I nestled into the cozy confines of my car seat, dreaming away, blissfully unaware of the world passing by. The day, filled with playtime, naps, and messy surprises, dissolved into the quiet serenity of my nap. Thank you so much for your feedback and for going back and reading the full story again. Its been so long since it started, that I actually find myself doing also doing. As you say, you gotta suspended your disbelief with the story, but hopefully more of the truth behind the story will get revealed in the future 😏 The project and his overall lifestyle seems to slowly slipping out of Patrick's control, which also leads to the question will he be able or allowed to go back?

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A few days ago actually. I was out of town for work and, thus, staying at a hotel. I was super excited because it was my first time messing in probably a year, and I made sure to order a new travel bag so I could fit all of my pullups and diapers, baby powder, and wipes. It felt so good to just load up my pullup and just relax in my room. It was a little looser than I typically enjoy, but it was still nice to get back in my messing routine. I have another overnight work trip coming up next week, and I can't wait to repeat the process.

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!”

My heart was racing. Logically I knew what she was about to do, but that doubtful part of me almost refused to accept it. As if she'd have some other reason to go over to the closet. My pulse only quickened as I heard the opening of a cardboard box, followed by an all-too-familiar rustling of plastic, before she turned back to me with a diaper clutched in both hands in front of her chest. “I figured this would be the best way to show you that I have no issue with your diapers. That is, if you'll let me put one on you?” My pupils were probably dilated by now as I gazed at the object in her hand. I barely registered what she had said until about a second and a half later. She was offering to diaper me? I could scarcely believe it. “Uhhhhh, y-yeah! I mean umm, If you want to, that is.” I had never really considered that she would ever do this for me. Let alone for her to *offer* to diaper me! I felt like my heart was getting ready to burst. And if the tightness in my pants was any indicator, my heart wasn't the only thing ready to explode. She giggled a bit at my stammering. “God, you really are worked up, huh?” Oh, if she only knew the half of it. Then again, I supposed she would in a few moments. Sure enough, she set the diaper aside and let her hands glide up my legs towards my belt, stopping just short of the buckle to feel the bulging outline of my cock straining against the denim. “Fuck, you are hard as a rock, too.” I felt my breathe catch in my lungs as her hands caressed my length. If she kept this up much longer, we might end up with a very sticky situation to deal with. “I mean, can you blame me?” I said when I finally found my voice. “You're kinda fulfilling one of my deepest darkest fantasies right now.” She turned her attention away from my crotch and back towards my face. “And I'm happy to do it. I want to see you as happy as you make me.” The warmth of her smile was nearly melting me. I knew she meant it. Grace's hands returned to my belt and undid the buckle quickly before pulling my jeans down and off my legs, leaving me completely exposed to her. And also completely erect. Not that I was ashamed of that either. She took me in her hand, her small, delicate fingers setting every nerve on fire in the way only she could. “I'm almost tempted to say screw the diaper and take you right here. I haven't seen you this hard in a while.” It was certainly a tempting offer. “With how excited I am already, I doubt I'd last long inside of you.” That's not to say I wouldn't try, though. After how accepting she'd been tonight, I wanted to reward her however she wanted. I wanted to make her scream. And if my dick couldn't do the job, well, I have other ways. She shook her head, as if shaking herself out of a trance. “Not yet. Tonight is about showing you that I can accept your fetish.” she picked up the diaper again and started unfolding it. “Gods, this thing is massive!” I chuckled “Yeah, it always takes newcomers by surprise.” I let her turn it over a few times in her hands, feeling the soft, crinkly plastic in her fingers. “So do you need like, powder or something?” she glanced back at the closet. “Depends on how long I'll be wearing,” I said. “If I'll be out of that diaper before the end of the night, I should be fine. Whereas if you intent to let me wear it through the night, precautions should be taken.” “Okay. Lift up for me?” I lifted my butt up off the bed for her to slide the diaper underneath me. It was a little bit more awkward than doing it myself, and I had to readjust it a bit, but I didn't care about any of that. I could still hardly believe this was really happening. By now my erection had died down enough for her to pull the front of the diaper up over me. I held the front in place while she did up the four tapes and… It was done. I had just been diapered by the love of my life. I felt like I was dreaming. I had to be. “Is that good?” she asked, inspecting the diaper for anything that looked out of place. “It's perfect.” I told her, reaching down to feel the padding she had put me in. “Hand me my pants?” Grace leaned down and picked them up off the floor. “No.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “No?” She smirked. “No. You're gonna spend the rest of the evening with your diaper on full-display for me. That way we'll both get used to it.” Now it was my turn to go wide-eyed. “Oh.” She reached down between my legs and caressed the tent that was once again forming in my undergarments. “Is that acceptable?” Her hand… On my… Damn. “Y-yeah!” I nodded quickly. She giggled again “You're adorable when you're flustered.” I had no words to give her in defense of my pride. I didn't give a single flying fuck about that or anything else, other than the hand touching my diaper. This was gonna be a VERY eventful evening.

“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 8 She made her way to the House as quickly as her mushy, wriggling mess of a diaper would let her, still dazed with feelings of lust for both her diaper and Harmony. But she got back to the house nonetheless. Alice's face lit up when she saw Harmony waiting by the door for her. The redhead flashed a wide smile at the girl as she waddled up to the entrance. "There you are, hon." Alice's face was so red you could've seen it from a mile away. "h-hi.." Harmony came over and grasped Alice's hand, pulling her into Azalea House. "I know ya said you wanna talk, but there's somethin' you gotta see first." "O-ok!" Alice half yelped as she was pulled inside. Harmony brought Alice into that same room she'd been in three times today to find Jennifer and, much to Alice's displeasure, Britney. However, her displeasure was immediately washed away when Jennifer opened her mouth and said "I would like to Congratulate our newest member Alice on making it through her trial!" Harmony beamed next to the girl "I knew you could do it, darlin'!" Britney just stood with her arms crossed until Jennifer nudged her with her elbow and the goth girl reluctantly spoke "I didn't think you were gonna make it through the day. Which means... I guess you're tougher than you look..." It looked as if giving such a compliment was physically painful to the girl. It didn't seem like she could be blushing more in that moment, but somehow, she was. She'd finally done it.. she could finally be out of this diaper.. but- was that what she really wanted? Dismissing those thoughts, she attempted to stutter out a response. "I- uh- I-I- ..th-thanks-" She felt that the response was weak, but it was really all she had to say at that moment. Jennifer approached Alice and pulled out a small black box, opening it to reveal the Azalea Doves official Pin that would signify her as part of the group. "May I do the honors?" Jennifer asked, not waiting for a reply before pinning it to Alice's blazer. "Welcome to the Azalea Doves, Alice." She said with a genuine smile. Alice stared at the pin, stunned into silence. Despite the day she'd had and all the troubles she overcame, she was still surprised. "Can I show Alice to her new room?" Harmony asked excitedly. "Yes, I believe that would be a good idea." Jennifer answered, "I imagine she'll probably want to get out of that diaper as soon as possible." Alice shot a discreet look at Harmony. *Maybe not quite that soon…* she thought to herself Harmony winked at the girl "Come on, Darlin'. Let's show you your new home-away-from-home." She took Alice upstairs and into a bedroom. It was nicer than her current on-campus room, with decorations in white and blue to match the House's signature colors. One thing that drew Alice's attention, however, was that one half of the room--presumably her half--was spotless and bare, the other half was a bit more-disheveled and very clearly lived-in. Was she going to have a roommate? "W-woah.. this- ..I love it-" She noticed the bare side contrasting with the rather homely side, looking all cozy and lived in. She didn't mention it though, as she was still surprised that she was even accepted... aaaand she was of course still distracted by her diaper.. Harmony walked over to the neat bed--Alice's bed--and sat down facing the girl. With the height difference between them, Harmony sitting down put her at about eye-level with Alice. "So... I know your mind's gotta be spinnin' faster than a Kansas twister, but did you still wanna talk about somethin' with me, hon?" Alice wet her lips, her throat suddenly feeling very dry "yeah- w-well-.. so- in class.. I- I just.. couldn't keep my mind off my diaper.. I-I- .. I know it sounds dumb.. b-but-..." She trailed off, fearing she would embarrass herself further. Harmony didn't take her eyes off the girl as she pulled her close and, unexpectedly, sat Alice down on her lap, one hand resting against the back of her mushy diaper for support. "Go on, darlin'. I got you." her voice carried no small amount of tenderness and compassion. Alice squeaked softly as Harmony's hand rested on the seat of her bulky diaper. She rested her head on Harmony's shoulder. The older Dove's free hand came up and softly stroked Alice's long blond hair. "Did ya enjoy your little 'Trial by Diaper', baby girl?" She cooed softly. "mmh- sort of.. w-was- was this.. was this your idea?" "Maaaaaaybe." she said, feigning innocence. "Although I'll be honest, I didn't expect to enjoy it quite this much." Alice couldn't be sure, but she thought she detected the faintest hint of a blush on Harmony's cheeks. "Didn't expect *you* to like it either, though. I thought it'd just be a funny, mildly-embarrassing Initiation." "That's what I thought too. Well, n-not funny- just embarrassing-" "Yeah well, was it just the diaper you enjoyed, or was there... Somethin' else?" Harmony asked with a coy smile. "W-well- the- the thing is.. uh- I-I-.." This next part, she whispered to Harmony, leaving no chance for anyone else to hear, despite the fact that the door was closed. "Uh- I- ...all the- all the stuff y-you all put in it.. that- u-uh- ..I liked that too-" A smile spread across Harmony's face after Alice had whispered her innermost thoughts in her ear "And do you think you'd like to... Do it again? It'll be just between the two of us next time." she winked. "..y-yes I- I would.. j-just- n-no worms next time.. uh- n-not that I didn't like them.. j-just-" She trailed off, not really knowing how to end the sentence and hoping Harmony would pick up on her meaning… "Were they a little too intense for ya?" Harmony reached down and placed her hand against the front of Alice's diaper, as if trying to feel the worms squirming through the padding. "I'll be honest I felt a *tiny* bit guilty about that one. But I couldn't let Britney best me!" Alice squeaked again as Harmony pushed against the sodden, mushy diaper. "Well darlin', since you seem to like bein' babied by me, have I got a surprise for you!" Harmony shifts Alice off of her lap and walks over to the other bed across the room, pulling out a box from underneath it to reveal an almost-full package of diapers just like the one Alice put on this morning! Alice tried to conceal a squeal of excitement. "W-woah.. this- this is- I-" She didn't know how to put her surprise into words so instead, she ran over to Harmony, not caring about the worms' intense movements or the mushy combination of oatmeal and milkshake still squishing away, and embraced the older girl. Harmony's surprise at Alice's sudden boldness didn't stop her from wrapping her arms around the girl. "I case it wasn't obvious, I knew those diapers were there 'cuz this is *my* bed. We're gonna be roommates, baby girl." Alice's eyes sparkled with amazement. "R-really-?" She almost couldn't believe it. Harmony smiled and nodded her head. "Which means we're gonna have plenty of time to explore this whole diaper thing. And maybe explore some other things too, if you want." she winked, squeezing Alice slightly. Alice's cheeks burned "y-yeah- ...sounds- s-sounds fun…" Harmony tilted Alice's chin up to look into her eyes. "I know you ain't used to this kinda attention, so I'm gonna spell it out for ya, hon: I'm asking you out. I wanna get to know ya a bit better, 'cuz you're cute and sweet and adorable." her fingers trail around Alice's chin and over her face tenderly. "Are ya interested?" If Alice could've been more flustered in that moment, she would've been. "I-I- uh.. b-but- why me.. why not- Jennifer or- Britney.. o-or any of the other girls.. why- why me…?" Seems like she still needed to work on her self-esteem. Harmony shook her head. "Ain't got no chemistry with them girls. Plus I think I intimidate them a bit." she shrugs, "But you? I feel a few sparks there, darlin'." Alice was lost for words. Nobody had ever said that sort of thing to her before. She'd had a hard enough time asking her crushes out in the past, to the point where she'd just about given up on it. But this- how could she refuse? Then again- how could she find the words to accept.. she struggled to speak in that moment, sort of just stuttering and not really making any sounds resembling human speech. "Cat got your tongue, darlin'? Or is the baby girl just too small for grown-up words?" she teased, lightly booping Alice in the nose. Now that. That single sentence might as well have knocked her out. She was stunned, to say the least. She tried to speak again, but if what she said before had any sort of resemblance to words, that resemblance was entirely lost now. It was mostly squeaks and "eep" sounds. "My, you *are* just a flustered little baby, ain't ya?" she cooed at Alice. "I think I like pushin' your little buttons, baby girl." She said, lightly prodding Alice's tummy. Alice just nodded and squealed at the tummy tickles, still unsure of what to say. "You've had a long day, little Alice." Harmony said, before maneuvering the stunned girl into her bed and laying down next to her, pulling the blanket up over both of them. "I think you could use a little nap-nap in my bed." she reached down between Alice's legs and patted her bulging diaper. "We can take care of that later." To be honest, Alice was very tired. As soon as Harmony laid her down in bed she began to close her eyes... Before she did though, she had one more question to ask. "..d-do you think I-I c-could wear diapers every day..?" Before waiting for an answer from the older Dove, she closed her eyes and began to breathe with the slow and rhythmic signs of sleep. The last thing that registered in Alice's fading consciousness was a warm chuckle from the girl beside her. "I think this is the start of somethin' beautiful, baby girl." The End ////////////// And with that, this exiting part of Alice's story comes to a close... But what lies ahead? Princessdiapergirl and I have discussed a sequel and are very much interested in continuing the epic saga of Alice and her new Mommy/GF Harmony. IF there is a sufficient demand for it... And if we can come up with an idea for a sequel. 😅 Tbf we're both kinda stumped on what exactly we want to do for a sequel. Which is where YOU come in! 😉 If you, our dearest readers, have any ideas for what you'd like to see in a sequel--be they big ideas or small--sharing them down below could very well give us the creative spark we need to start writing again. 😁 Regardless, I just wanted to thank all of you lovely people for taking time out of your busy lives to read this. It felt good to write again. ☺️🥰

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.

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Chapter 29: Contact Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “Oh god...” I thought to myself as I processed the visions I had just experienced. “Faith... FAITH?” I heard Morgan scream as she ran into the workshop. Seeing me on the floor on my hands and knees, she ran over and dove to the floor, sliding over to me and grabbing me, pulling me in close as she nearly squeezed the life out of me. “Oh baby, are you okay?” She said, kissing my head repeatedly. “I will be... if you let me... breathe!” “Oh sorry!” She said, releasing her gorilla-like grip on me. “Are you okay? Did you have the vision too?” “Yeah... which means...” I coughed as I tried getting my breath back. “Noelle got the jewel...” “But that vision... that was...” “Horrible? I know. But now we know we HAVE to save them. The thought of us being in their situation... it scares the hell out of me. So we’re going to find them, okay? We’re going to find Noelle, then we’re going to find as many of these jewel things we can until they give us enough information for Rose to portal us directly to that shitty, fucked up Kingdom and save our sisters.” Morgan sounded surer than ever about this mission we were on and honestly... so was I after that vision. I wrapped my arms around Morgan and nodded into her chest, tears streaming down my cheeks. “It’s going to be okay, my little love.” She shushed, stroking my hair gently as she rocked me back and forth. “Everything okay in here?” Charlie asked from the doorway. “Yeah... we’re just a bit shook up from that vision.” Morgan answered for the both of us. “We all are... but that means...” “Noelle got the jewel. Problem is, we don’t know if she’s okay or not. She’ll have been out of it for a little while now thanks to the vision, and she could be surrounded by threats. So we need to find her, and quickly.” “But how?” Charlie asked. “Faith, you search online again, see if there’s any trace or mention of her. I know you’ve already looked, but it wouldn’t hurt to look again. I’ll...” “OH MY GOD!” We heard from the other room. We quickly jumped to our feet and ran over to see what the screaming was about. Rushing into the living room, we saw everyone stood up, looking at the opposite end of the room. Right at... a shimmering blue portal. “Did she...?” Rose asked, probably hoping its Noelle. I mean... we’re all hoping its Noelle, but Rose must be missing her so badly right now, so she’s probably hoping more so than the rest of us. The portal stabilised and out popped a flood of water, followed by a soaking wet figure clad in my clothes. “NOELLE?” Rose rushed over, diving over the sofa, dropping to her knees next to Noelle. Noelle flopped over onto her back as the portal closed, the large amount of water soaking into the carpet. Coughing up a bit of water from her throat, she took a deep breath as she looked around, looking at us all as we stared at her. “Ugh... did... Oh hey Rose... good to see you...” Noelle spat a bit more water out and looked up at her girlfriend, smiling. “Can... can I get my spanking later...?” She grinned, trying to catch her breath. “We’ll talk about your punishment another time, I’m just glad you’re okay!” Rose said, kissing Noelle’s head repeatedly. “Me too. Sorry though. For the sleep thing. And taking Paige’s place.” Rose squeezed her again, she couldn’t stop kissing her forehead. But a few seconds later, she pulled Noelle away from her and looked her in the eyes. “You have some answers to give now though babygirl...” Rose said in that tone Morgan likes to use on me when she’s being super serious. “I thought so. Can we... can we get out of this seawater at least?” Noelle giggled. Morgan walked over and held her hand out for the pair, helping them to their feet. “Go dry off in the bathroom, both of you. Rose is soaked now from holding you. There’s a dryer in the bathroom that will dry your whole body and clothes. Oh and Evie?” Evie walked over from the side of the room where she had been recharging. “Yes Morgan?” She asked. “Can you dry this floor, please?” “Of course, Ma’am.” Evie bowed and walked away towards the hallway closet. ------------------------------------------------- “So... firstly... how did you escape? What happened?” Rose asked, completely dry now, as was her girlfriend. We all sat around the living area, snuggled up with our respective partners. Rose had Noelle sat on her lap, right now she was probably even clingier than Morgan can be. When I got home after escaping my captors over a year ago, Morgan could barely leave my side. It was adorable. If it was anyone else doing that to me though... it would’ve annoyed the hell out of me. “So...” Noelle took a deep breath. I had no idea what she went through, but she seemed a bit shaky. “They took me on a yacht. Somewhere out in the middle of the ocean. When I woke up, they carried me up to the deck and placed me in a chair. After a lovely conversation with the fiancé, I noticed the jewel.” “But why would you go for that, if it knocks you out for a period of time? You’d be defenceless.” Asked Rose. “I had to take the chance. So I waited for my opportunity to grab the jewel. When he was tasering me, I managed to grab the jewel.” “Taser? He shocked you with a taser? I’ll kill him...” Rose clenched her fists. “Already beat you too it.” Noelle grinned. “What happened?” “Figured I’d take the risk, so I grabbed the jewel, had the vision, then I nuked them into oblivion.” Noelle wiggled about, proud of herself. “Wait... back up a second. How did you manage that?” “Oh... that... yeah so you know the last time I touched a jewel?” “Yeah?” “I felt a tiny surge of magical energy fill my body.” Rose looked at her confused. “I mean... so did I when I touched one... but how did you use that to ‘nuke them into oblivion’?” Rose asked, confused as the rest of us. Noelle wiggled about even more at this point, she must have been really proud of herself as I only do that when I’m feeling the same. “My affinity.” She said, proudly. Rose took a second to think. “Oh shit! Of course!” Everyone looked around, confused. “Umm... we know a bit about your affinities, but how did that help you access your magic again?” I asked. “I didn’t access my magic. I accessed the Goddess’. Last time I touched a jewel, a tiny spark of their power was absorbed into me. This tiny spark faded out into nothingness within a minute, most likely caused by the mysterious thing causing our magic to fade. But that’s all I needed... a spark. I used that tiny spark of power held within the jewel and my affinity boosted that spark into an explosion of magic.” “Basically, when she’s angry or upset or whatever, her emotional affinity can make certain spells stronger or weaker. And no doubt after being captured, tasered, and threatened... she was going to be...” Rose covered Noelle’s ears. “...Pissed.” Rose was careful and mouthed that last, very naughty, word. “I know what you said...” Noelle said, raising her eyebrow at her girlfriend.” “Yeah well, you shouldn’t know that. That’s a naughty big girl word.” “But yes, Mummy is right. I magnified that tiny spark into a massive explosion, tearing the ship and its occupants apart, disintegrating everything in the surrounding area. I got... umm... really angry.” Noelle hung her head, feeling ashamed. “I’m glad you did babygirl, and that was clever thinking. I never thought about the fact that you could amplify the small amount of magic held within the jewels. How did you figure it out?” “I... umm...” Noelle looked even more nervous now. “Baby...” There was that stern face again. Rose was a pro at it, just like Morgan. Makes any little instantly feel guilty. Noelle shuffled about on Rose’s lap. “And also, why did you take Paige’s place in the plan?” She added. “I... umm... had a vision.” Noelle blushed. “We all did sweetie.” “Not those ones. I mean... of the future.” Alex’s mouth opened in shock. “Wait... she can do that?” She asked. “Last time I checked... no Witches had that power...” Rose looked at her girlfriend with suspicion. “We can read the cards and get a telling of a rough future that could happen... but no Witch I know can actually witness the future...” “Ever since that first jewel... I’ve been having visions. And each one has come true. Us getting together with the other variations, the heist, I even saw what happened with Tony in the other universe...” Alex looked around awkwardly, whilst Morgan had the biggest grin on her face. You could definitely tell who was proud and who was ashamed of what they did. And that whatever they did... wasn’t good. ‘I love the slight differences between our variations...’ I thought to myself, giggling inside. “And when we arrived in this universe, I had another vision. This time of the trade going sideways and me being captured. Followed by... this exact moment we’re in now. So I knew it was going to work out. When you lot came up with the plan for Paige to pretend to be Faith, I knew I had to take her place instead. But...” Noelle trailed off. “Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?” Rose asked, clearly hurt. “I saw the vision of this conversation. I didn’t see much, but I did see what you literally just said. That you weren’t told about my plan.” “Oh. Yeah, so if the ‘me’ in your vision wasn’t told, you couldn’t have told us otherwise the future you saw may not have come into being.” “I... have no clue what any of you are talking about.” Liv said, rubbing her head. “In her vision, Noelle hadn’t told us about her taking Paige’s place. So in order for that to happen, she couldn’t tell us, otherwise the future where everything worked out may not happen.” “Okay...” Liv was clearly still confused, so Charlie grabbed her and pulled her in close, snuggling her tightly. “When did I get such a clever little babygirl?” Rose said, smiling at her girlfriend. “Hey, I had a good teacher!” “Only good?” Rose raised her eyebrow, suddenly making Noelle blush and wriggle. “I wasn’t going to give you a spanking for the whole getting-kidnapped-to-ensure-a-vision-of-the-future-happened thing... but only ‘good’? Your cute little butt is in for it later, sweetpea...” Rose grinned. Noelle buried her face into Rose’s shoulder as Rose rubbed her back gently. “So... that’s this universe’s jewel done. Talking of which, where is it Noelle?” Alex asked. Noelle rummaged around her pocket and pulled the jewel out, throwing it over to Alex, who caught it effortlessly. “We done here then?” She asked. “I think so, unless there’s anything else we need to do whilst here?” Rose looked at Morgan and I, as if there was any last piece of business to attend to, it’d be us that’d have it. “Our universe is boring. Most of the planet is water and we don’t have magic or anything...” I replied. “Can we make a quick stop at our sanctum?” Noelle asked. “I think that’s a good idea. We’ve been through a lot so far, we need to rest, reassess everything, and make sure we’re ready for the next two dimensions. These are going to be the tough ones.” “Umm... actually...” I spoke up, nervously. “What is it sweetie?” Rose turned to me and smiled warmly. “I was thinking... umm...” Rose looked at me with the same face Morgan does, making me feel a bit more at ease. “Can... can we take Evie to the sanctum?” “How come sweetie?” “I... I missed her. I know she’s just an android, but she... she’s family. And I’ve been away from her for a year, and then suddenly we’re back and off again before we get to spend any time with her. We didn’t even think about using her on this mission it’s been that long!” “Of course she can come along sweetie.” Rose nodded and smiled at me, making my insides feel all fluttery. “You’re right, she could be helpful on our mission, plus she’ll be good for changing the four of you little soggybutts!” All four of us littles blushed and tried to hide our faces. “Come on then babygirl, let’s get Evie’s stuff packed, we’ll take her to the Sanctum. We can grab a few of our own things whilst we’re here.” Morgan said. “We’re going to take a day or two to recover in the sanctum. I’d like to do a bit more research on the Zadri and I’m sure we’ll need the quiet time before heading to the next dimension. So Noelle, why don’t you go ahead and portal everyone else back, I’ll stay here with these two and portal them as soon as they’re ready?” Rose said, kissing her girlfriend on the head. “Okay Mummy!” Noelle hopped to her feet and rushed over to a clear space of living room. Casting a quick spell, a blue portal appeared and stabilised. “All aboard!” Noelle called out, making everyone groan as they got up and shuffled through one by one, until it was only Noelle left. She waved to Rose, blew her a kiss, and then hopped into the portal, it closing behind her. “So... need a hand packing?” Rose smiled. ========================================================== Nearing the half way point of the story! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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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! ?

[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]