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Katie Ann What do you do when you look 7 years old, but you're actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen's entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn't the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her how she looks, 7 years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter One: The Website Nineteen-year-old Kathleen sat staring at her laptop, working on the courage to create an account and profile on the website she just found. She had found this website after taking out her frustrations on the Google search engine. Frustrations she acquired by rage quitting her multiplayer roleplayer game. Baron, her master in the game, turned out to be like most guys she has met online, only wanting sex, cybersex in Baron’s case. Submissive Match, the name of the website, kept staring at her from her purple laptop. It was distracting her from figuring out what she needed to acquire for her return to Mountain College. Not realizing she was doing it, she clicked the yellow create account button. Moving some of her auburn hair out of her view, she flipped back to her list of supplies needed for her return to college next month. “Hmm, most of these things I already have…” she thought. “Oh, I better buy some more notebooks. While I am at it, I will buy that new book by Percy Jackson, ‘Sea of Monsters.’” “It is too bad that Stephanie had financial aid issues. I wonder how this Allison is? Is she going to have a problem with a college roommate who is short enough to be her little sister?” She continued to herself as she looked at her roommate's information pamphlet. Flipping back to the website, “Let's see what they want… I am a submissive… oh, that pulls up a whole new form… some of the standard stuff … Kathleen … Why do they want my middle name … Annabelle Telgenhof … March 16, 1987… I guess the owner's choice for a submissive name … Email… Don’t send me spam from your sponsors… Don’t share my email with suggested owners... Password… I am not sure why they want this information… Weight… 55 pounds soaking wet… Height ... 4’5” rounded up... their selection doesn’t even go that small. I guess I have to choose less than 5’... Location… Pennsylvania… I guess I am looking for an online owner. Oh, what the hell, an offline owner, too... Let’s see, a short questionnaire, a short description, and a recent picture will finish it off.” Looking at the time, “Wowser, that took longer than I thought it would,” Kathleen thought as she put her laptop to sleep. She meets her mother, Marlene, in the kitchen after walking out of her bedroom. “Hello, sweetie. Do you want some ice cream?” Marlene asked as she was scooping into a bowl. “You know I can never turn down cookie dough, Mommie.” "We can watch AFHV as we eat it.” “Sounds like a plan.” “What are your plans for tomorrow while I am at school?” “I told them I would do some volunteering at the zoo since time is getting short until my return to college. I need to stop for college supplies before or after; I just hope I don’t get pulled over for underage driving this time,” Kathleen mentioned. “That still happening?” Her mother asked. “Usually once a week, Mommie.” “Not much we can do about that, unfortunately, sweetie, except for you to grow a few inches,” Marlene pointed out. “Or afoot? Neither an inch nor a foot is going to happen, Mother. That ship sailed ages ago,” Kathleen said crossly, turning her eyes towards the TV. Marlene nodded and watched the television in silence. ~o~O~o~ Rolling out of bed at about 7 o’clock the following day, Kathleen booted up her laptop as she got dressed and ready for a day of volunteering. Coming back to the computer, she started her everyday morning computer habits, email, MySpace, Yahoo Messenger, and a few websites… before logging on to Submissive Match. “Let's see if I got any hits from my profile.” She discovered after she was finally logged in that there were three messages waiting for her. Looking at the first, “Eww, I really didn’t need to see that guy’s dick, this might of been a big mistake. … Oh, there is an ignore feature, thank god.” “Here goes nothing for the second, … interesting name… I seriously doubt his name is really Beast…” “Hello, Little Girl, you’re just the kind of young girl I would really like to meet. You would be perfect kneeling in front of me …” Other than the nickname for herself and himself, this guy isn’t too bad so far, Kathleen thought. “... with my legs spread wide open, and pants zipper down …” “EEEWWW,” Kathleen said out loud, “Spoke too soon!” and she couldn’t click the ignore button fast enough. Leaving the third message for later, she went to get a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Looking at the time, “I will have to leave the third message and college supplies ‘til after the zoo.” ~o~O~o~ “Hello Kathleen, thank you for coming. Why don’t you take the hedgehog and sit down on a bench just inside the entrance to the zoo? You should get plenty of exposure there,” Mr. Cooper, the zoo’s volunteer coordinator, instructed while thinking to himself about that also places her in a place where we can watch her. I am always worried she may be kidnapped, being so small and easy to be confused with an actual grade school kid. Kathleen nodded and headed to where the educational animals were kept. Continuing the thoughts, Mark took a memory trip back five years. “I first told her she was too young to volunteer. She had to be 14. I could have sworn it was a five or six-year-old asking to volunteer. I am kind of glad she pleaded her case and produced proof of age since she has been one of my best teenage volunteers.” He continued to himself, “I will never tell her, but that outfit is custom-ordered for her. I also purposely took the tags off to hide the fact that it is a size 7/8 girls' polo shirt.” Looking out of his office window towards the entrance plaza that it overlooked, he noticed Kathleen was setting up right where he requested her to. “I have never discussed it with her, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she were self-conscious about her height. I would be if I were her,” he thought before returning back to his volunteer hours spreadsheet. ~o~O~o~ “Riiinnnggg” “Susquehanna Valley Zoo, Volunteer department, Mark speaking, how can I help you?” … “How old is your daughter?” … “Sorry, she is a few years too young. She has to be 14 to volunteer.” … “The one with a hedgehog today? She is actually 19 years old.” … “Unfortunately, a common misunderstanding with her. Have your daughter give me a call in a couple of years.” … “Talk to them then.” Hanging up the phone, he looked out the window at the object of the confusion. A group of grade school kids currently surrounded her. The only thing that set her apart from the other kids was the green polo shirt, which signified that she was a volunteer. ~o~O~o~ “OK, Mr. Cooper, I have returned the hedgehog to the education department.” “Thank you, Kathleen, five hours today?” Mark said, looking at the clock. “What was your driving time?” he continued. “Yes, that is correct, and it takes me twenty minutes each way to get here.” “When do I expect you back?” “Unless you have a better idea, I should return Wednesday at the opening,” Kathleen said, thinking of her plans. She had agreed to go out with some high school friends tomorrow. “Works for me. When do you return to college?” “My parents and I are going in a convoy next month, August 13th.” “You will be missed again this year.” “Aww, I will be back again next year,” Kathleen said as she felt her face color up. Showing her to the door, Mark turned his attention to entering Kathleen’s hours in his spreadsheet. “That girl is the closest thing to a little girl I would ever have. I can’t seem to produce the required X chromosome for a girl,” he thought, thinking of his three boys currently in daycare. Meanwhile, Kathleen started driving to a bookstore to buy her prize book and required school supplies. Seeing a cop tailgating her in her rearview mirror, she checked her speed. Noticing she was actually under the speed limit, she thought, “Not again. Can I ever drive without being pulled over for underage driving?” After five minutes and no lights, she wondered what was taking him so long to pull her over. Five more minutes later, the cop slowed and made a U-turn. Kathleen thought that was strange. He tailed me and didn’t pull me over. ~o~O~o~ Pulling into the driveway, she couldn’t get in the house fast enough to check that third message that had been calling her all day. After booting up her laptop, she went to the kitchen to get a glass of peach tea. “Let's see,” Kathleen said, entering her details on the website. “Oh, two new messages. I must have received another today.” Opening up the first message, the third from this morning, she began to read it out loud, “Dear Buttercup, I was inspecting the new profiles and happened to notice yours. I am intrigued by your profile, and I hope to hear from you. Master Adam” “Well, that was short to the point and not creepy,” Kathleen said, going to the second message... “Not another dick picture,” Kathleen screamed, going to the ignore button. After returning to Master Adam’s message, she checked out his profile. “Adam Dale, 25 years old, Pennsylvania, Looking for online/offline submissive, oh he isn’t bad looking.” Hitting the reply button, she typed, using the submissive name he gave her, “Dear Sir, Buttercup is intrigued by your profile too and interested in communicating with you. I am not sure how to go about the next step. - Buttercup.” Putting her computer to sleep, she went into the living room to watch some television. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. I am currently writing chapter 69 of this story. -- Thanks Becky

Chapter 64: The Wheels on the Bus The wet pants accomplished what I hadn’t been able to find the words to say. I wasn’t potty trained and had no business wearing big girl underwear. From the looks on their faces as they both stared at the puddle on the floor, Amanda and Jodie both now realized that not allowing me to wear a diaper had been a big mistake. I didn’t find myself being embarrassed by the accident. It had been completely expected, as odd as that is to say, about something called an accident. I was more embarrassed by the lack of any protection and the ensuing mess but not by the act of peeing itself. At least they didn’t make me take another shower to get cleaned up. I laid down on the bed as Amanda wiped me clean with a wet wipe. They’d found the changing pad for me to lie on as they cleaned me up. They should have put me in a diaper right then and there, but instead, Amanda grabbed a pull-up that must have been left in the underwear drawer. “Why don’t we try this instead?” Amanda said. She stretched out the pull-up to slide it up my legs and around my waist. “That’s it. I’m sure you’ll have better luck next time.” The only true thing about that statement was that the only way I was going to make it to the toilet on time was if there was a lot of luck involved. I acquiesced to their desire to have me wear a pull-up. At least the next time I wet myself, it wouldn’t result in a puddle all over the floor. The next question was what to wear over the pull-up. I got up from the bed. Walking felt more comfortable now that there was at least some padding between my legs. Amanda led me to the closet. “Why don’t you pick out something that you would like to wear?” My eyes immediately went to a knee-length dress. Long enough to be warm for the winter weather, but it would make changing a lot easier. I struggled with taking my shirt and hoodie off for a moment, and then Amanda assisted in pulling it over and off of my head. Jodie found a pair of knee-high socks and helped me into them. I was nearly set to venture outside. At the front door, Amanda slid a jacket over me, tugging the hood over my head. I shivered as I stepped outside and breathed in a breath of crisp air. The yard was covered in sporadic patches of snow. I could see my breath as I walked down the driveway. There were two cars parked outside. One that Amanda and Jodie had come in, and another for the man who was staying behind at the house. Maybe he would let Mom know where I was, once she got home. Amanda and Jodie had said something in hushed tones to him before they took me outside. The last time I had been in a car had been that trip to the mall before Christmas. And I had been seated in the passenger seat, not the back one. I completely forgot about needing to buckle my seatbelt. Jodie ended up doing that for me. Then we were off. My stomach felt a little uneasy around some of the sharper turns, and I occasionally had to keep my eyes focused on the interior of the car to prevent myself from feeling sick. How far away was the hospital, anyway? I couldn’t recall. I hadn’t gone there very often. An empty sensation in my mouth made me realize that I was missing something. My paci. How had I not remembered to bring that with me? I was beginning to suspect that Amanda and Jodie wouldn’t have prioritized bringing it with them as they grabbed some extra clothes and things to bring along to the hospital. They had packed a few changes of clothes and some pull-ups and had even included two pairs of underwear but had failed to pack a diaper. My thumb found its way into my mouth almost automatically. I didn’t realize it was there until I had already been sucking on it for several seconds. Amanda was focused on the road, but I caught Jodie taking a peek at what I was doing in the mirror. I didn’t remove the thumb even after I saw a look from her that seemed quite close to disapproval. I wasn’t concerned with any disapproval from Amanda or Jodie. They didn’t understand what I needed. But Mom did. What was she going to do when she came home from work to find me gone? What was the man going to tell her? And what would she say when she found me wearing a pull-up when we were reunited? “McDonald's or Burger King?” The question they were asking may as well have been in a foreign language. I turned my attention to the front of the car and shrugged my shoulders. “Alight, if you don’t have a preference, McDonald’s it is,” Amanda said, turning on her blinker and making a right turn toward McDonald’s. My stomach rumbled as we pulled into the drive-through. There were a few cars ahead of us waiting to place their orders. “What do you want to eat?” Jodie asked. I took my thumb out of my mouth to answer her question. “Dunno.” Jodie sighed loudly. Amanda looked over at Jodie. “I think it’s easier for Sarah if we just give her some options.” Amanda leaned over and peered at me through the gap in the front two seats. “Chicken nuggets or a hamburger?” “Nuggies.” “Alright, nuggies it is.” When we finally arrived at the place to place the order, Amanda ordered a happy meal with apple juice for me, an iced coffee for herself, and a soda for Jodie. I reached into the bag to grab a nugget. Hot. I let it slip from my grasp and back into the bag. I would need to wait at least a few minutes before they had cooled off enough to eat. I slipped my thumb back in my mouth, sucking on it to cool it down. We were back on the road again, headed to the hospital with no further detours planned. The car slowed to a stop at a red light. A yellow bus pulled in alongside us. I peered up out the window at the faces in the vehicle next to me. A few were looking at me at first, then lips were moving, fingers were pointing, and more and more faces began to appear in the window, glancing down in my direction. There were kids. Slightly younger than me. Some of them were staring at me. None of them had pacifiers. None of them had their thumb in their mouth. A wave of memories came roaring back. Early morning bus rides to school. Classes. Homework. Cheerleading practice. Eating lunch in the cafeteria with my friends. Playing Fortnite with Lisa. Sleepovers. Game of Truth or Dare. Shopping trips to the mall. I looked down at my hands. They were both on my lap, right above where the pull-up was beneath my dress. I licked my lips. My thumb was no longer in my mouth. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t put a name to it. I didn’t belong in that world anymore. I’d made that decision the day before this year began. I chose diapers. What was it that the woman had told me back at home when they had been getting me cleaned up and ready to go? They had said that how Mom was treating me wasn’t right, as if everything that had transpired had been Mom’s fault, as though I was a literal baby, lacking any agency over my life. But that wasn’t true. Was it? Mom hadn’t kept me locked inside the crib or chained to a wall. The baby monitor would have done nothing to prevent me from leaving and being long gone by the time she noticed and was able to get home from work. With my bike, I could have gone anywhere I wanted. I could have left at any time, and yet I chose to stay. And what about before then? There was nothing Mom could have done to stop me from telling Samantha and Desi the truth. There was nothing Mom had done that made me push Lisa away instead of asking her – the only person I knew who had been through anything similar – for help. There was nothing that Mom could have done that would have stopped me from telling Mr. Higgins or going down to the nurse’s office. Nothing that would have stopped me from picking up my cell phone and calling CPS myself. Exit signs had been present at each point along the way, and each time, I had willingly passed them by. Why had that been? Was it because of a determination to handle all my issues on my own? Was it the shame and embarrassment of having my friends find out what I had been through? Was it the fear that any act of defiance wouldn’t be enough to get away from any consequences that might be awaiting me from Mom? Or, at some point, had I already begun to subconsciously accept my fate? Had I known, deep down, with each ensuing accident, where everything was going to lead? That it would end with me knowing that I deserved, needed, and wanted diapers. I’d spent the past who knows how long staying in a crib all day long, pissing and shitting in a diaper because I had chosen to do so. I couldn’t blame Mom for it. I could have ended it at any time if I had chosen to do so. I dared another glance up toward the school bus. Only a couple faces at the window now. The rest had moved on from the spectacle, now that the older girl in the car was no longer sucking on her thumb. That had been me in the bus, not long ago. And I’m sure I would have called Samantha and Desi over to gawk out the window had I seen a fellow teenager doing what I had just been doing. But why had I pulled the thumb out of my mouth? And why wasn’t I able to bring myself to put it back in? A tiny bit of shame was gnawing at the back of my mind. I didn’t know any of those kids. They were young enough to be in middle school. From the name of the school on the bus, it wasn’t the one that I had attended last year. Yet, the discomfort at the idea of them seeing me behave like a baby was enough to prevent me from doing so. Why? Was I just being self-conscious? Or did I actually have something to be ashamed of? My mind kept replaying the reactions of Jodie and Amanda to finding me wearing a diaper and lying in the crib. The shock and discomfort on their faces. But also compassion and empathy. But all those emotions stemmed from the firm belief in the wrongness of what they were seeing. When I decided that I wanted to wear diapers, had I made the wrong choice? But if Samantha could choose to wear diapers, why couldn’t I? Would Amanda and Jodie consider Samantha’s decision to be just as wrong as mine? Or were both Samantha and I right? Or were the circumstances between myself and Samantha too different to be compared? The light turned green. Our car accelerated faster than the bus, leaving the school kids behind. With their eyes no longer on me, I slide a hand under my skirt, feeling the front of the pull-up. Dry still, but not that much time had passed since I had made that puddle on the hallway floor. I tried, for the first time since failing at potty training, to get my bladder to tell me something, anything, but it refused to give me any sense of its condition, whether it was nearly bursting or still in the process of filling up, I didn’t know. And that is where I was stuck, between this growing sense of wrongness in the back of my head and the practical reality that I had no idea of what was going on in my bladder. Between wanting to wear a diaper and wondering how I would be able to get through life at this point without one. Between the comfort of no longer fighting against my condition and the shame of seeing myself contrasted so sharply with my peers. Between the acceptance of what I'd allowed Mom to do to me since the start of the year, and the insistence of the social workers that it all was wrong. The hospital building loomed on the horizon with the sun setting directly behind it. I shielded my eyes as we entered the parking lot. I remembered the plethora of tests that Lisa had described undergoing as doctors worked to diagnose her own continence issues. How I’d attempted to bluff my way through a conversation with her by saying that I’d been through similar examinations. I recalled how I had snuck onto a computer at the school library, all the medical terms and theories about incontinence that I’d read. But I hadn’t undergone a single medical test since my issues had begun. The closest to a medical attempt Mom had made to treat my sister and I had been the laxatives, and there must have been some truth to that strategy as it had appeared to help my sister. The car came to a stop. Amanda turned off the ignition. Was I going to be poked, prodded, examined, tested? What could they tell me that I didn’t already know? What was going to be waiting for me in the hospital?

As with my previous stories, this one contains several elements inherent to the pre-established 'Diaper Dimension.' These include, but are not limited to: Diapers and their usage for their intended purpose Breastfeeding Non-consensual mental regression through various means (Including possible drugs, hypnosis, and/or surgery) References to surgery to achieve various nefarious goals Humiliation Giants, aka, Amazons or Bigs Predominantly female domination (some male) Babying of adults (perceived or otherwise) Experimentation on humans Kidnapping Coerced or manipulated actions through possible means of white lies, gas lighting, or incentives Mild language or use of explitives Depictions of death, illness, or handicaps Graphic imagery associated with any of these warnings This story has not been labeled as mature, due to a lack of specific references to anything overtly sexual, but this warning serves as a 'turn back' point for any readers who do not wish to read about the previous warnings. Lastly, this list is subject to change during the course of writing this story. While most of the plot is ironed out, more warnings may be added if needed. For those readers interested or do not care about the warnings listed, please enjoy the following story. Welcome back everyone! This tale will definitely be more of a traditional DD story (with this one actually being in the other dimension rather than a con), but I also made the decision to modify a few bits of my original plan since last year based on the feedback that I got with a few of my other stories. As such, some of this might feel a little reversing of time or the plot in some ways, but I promise that it will all add up in the end to a better story than I originally had. Also, as a warning, like the last one, some of this could be a bit meta, and while I think it works well, I thought I would at least point it out to you all here in the first chapter. Looking ahead, so far this story is about 16 chapters, but there may be more as I continue to write it all down and figure out a few later plot details more in depth. Additionally, I was originally debating on if I should start posting this story before or after my upcoming trip, but I decided to just post it beforehand. Therefore, next week, I will be leaving this story on a cliffhanger of sorts. When it comes, I will remind you all again of this planned pause. Also, just in case there is anyone reading this story who has not read my others, I would highly encourage you to check out the following link to the first story (The CONvention) in this planned trilogy. I explain a few things in the beginning of this story when they come up as a reminder, but reading my previous work would likely help explain a few things going on here a little better at the start. Link: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/86499-the-convention-a-diaper-dimension-story-chapter-15-complete/ Next, speaking of sequels, in my last big post at the end of The Opening story, I mentioned that this would be the year of sequels, but since then, I have been looking over the myriad of stories that I could be writing and realized that some stories could be more desired by you all than others. While I absolutely want to write this one and the Tell Me More sequel at some point this year, I think I am going to give you all a chance for some feedback for what I do next. At the end of this story, I will lay out at least three new stories that I could work on next. Each will be something that I want to work on, so I can still be happy in all this, so no need to fret there, but I know some of my stories have been more popular than others, so if anyone has any strong feelings about the next story at that point, please just let me know then. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy the first chapter of my new story! Chapter 1: Welcome To Another World Falling. Tumbling. All at once, I could feel the void before me. I could see the pure nothingness below and all around me! Dropping. Plummeting. There was an emptiness in my stomach, a dryness in my throat, and itching over my skin. I was so scared. I wanted to cry but no tears would come. ‘Where was mommy?’ I tried to hold onto her hand, but it was no use. She slipped away from me, and I was all alone. Vulnerable. Terrified. More falling, tumbling, and hurtling through the void of space. ‘I’m so scared! I’m going to be lost to this nothingness without mommy. Where is she? Where’s my mommy? Why has she left me? Why… wait…’ In all the confusion and chaos surrounding me completely, one thing actually started to become oddly clearer: my mind. It was as if I had been dunked into the icy waters of Maine for a polar bear swim in the early mornings like I did at camp one summer, but I wasn’t in pain… at least not in the typical sense. I still felt very alone and frightened, but I just felt suddenly clearer. I didn’t even need to push myself to get there. It was just… there like it was oddly the most natural thing in the world. Almost like the sediment settling into a glass… ‘But mommy…’ I shook my head as the universe of colors swarmed around me. ‘No… not mommy… her… Samantha… we were at the convention and then… oh god!’ I panicked as I saw the emptiness around me once more with my now clearer head and felt the magnitude of what I had just done. This woman that I had just met… I had followed her and had clearly left Earth, and right then, I felt like my senses as well. Now, I was tumbling through whatever all this murky darkness and swirls of colors was. It was all blinding and all nothingness at the same time, but ahead of me, just out of reach, something was clear. It took a moment for my eyes to make sense of it, but I realized it was an opening in all this. No. Not an opening. More like a tear, but still… it seemed the way out of all this mess. Fortunately, whether I willed it or not, the sucking and plummeting happening all around my body were pulling me towards that one direction. Still, in utter panic, I shut my eyes for fear of being eviscerated or atomized into nothingness. Then, all at once, the plummeting stopped. My feet touched solid ground. I opened my eyes, but I wished I had kept them closed. After all that, I never would have believed that thought would have ever entered my head, but there it was. When I first opened my eyes, I thought I was dreaming… hallucinating… something, but every time I tried to rub my eyes, the sight before me just wouldn’t vanish. There, only a few feet away, was still Samantha, Chelsea, Ditzy, Derek, and Luna, but something was massively different about at least a few of them. As I stepped back slightly to the now solid wall at my back, I tilted my head up toward Samantha and my pacifier just dropped out of my mouth. Now, she had been maybe a little taller than me before, but now… she easily was almost double my height. I felt nauseous. I wanted to pass out… or to wake up from this whole odd nightmare or fever dream, but my body wasn’t allowing me. Samantha’s hand, now clutching onto mine once more, wasn’t allowing me to. “Easy, there, sweetie,” she cooed from above. I awed in her presence before, but now, I felt like an ant… a child… Chelsea chuckled from nearby. “I think you might need to help him out there a bit, Sam. Some Littles lose some or all of their mental blocks coming through from the meds… though, I don’t think I can say exactly the same for these two, huh?” She then bent over herself to the smaller figures of Ditzy and Derek before her and smiled widely. “Isn’t that right?” she babyishly cooed at the two. “I think mommy very much still has her two little toe munchers!” With my now more alert brain, I could only stare in shock as the two just giggled along right along with her demeanor normally reserved for children. Of course, we had all just come from a con where one of the main goals was to be treated younger, but this just felt different. Maybe it was the size difference now and the real sense of power that Chelsea and Samantha now exuded in their significantly taller bodies, but all I knew was that it downright unnerved me to my core. Terrified, I turned around to face the tear where I had just come from. Despite backing up into a solid wall moments ago, I still hoped that somehow, I was wrong. As I turned though, a lump formed in my throat as whatever had pulled me into this world was now gone. Now, it was just a large and firm white concrete wall that stretched up at least 50 feet to the ceiling overhead, only being interrupted by a few outlying thick metal cables that similarly wrapped around most of the rest of the large room we were in. The shadows on the wall before me then shifted, and I was worried that something was about to eat me in this strange new world. I mean, after all, I had just come through some void portal type thing and three people I had come to know pretty well were suddenly at least two feet or more taller. Horrifyingly, the thought of some alien monster eating me whole right then didn’t seem so farfetched. When I spun back around to see who or what it was, ready for the worst though, I saw that it was just Samantha crouching down from her high-up position to look at me more directly now as a comforting parent might do to their child. “Hey there, honey. I know this all must be a lot all at once but let me explain a few things. You…” I crossed my arms and glared at her. “Forget it.” I felt like my trust had been betrayed by this woman now before me. Maybe it was whatever she had given me, but I thought I knew her well enough to embarrassingly call her ‘mommy.’ Now though, I felt like it was all a lie and that I had now been almost kidnapped in a way to another strange world. From my single moment of defiance to her, Samantha seemed more stunned than anything else and there was just a moment of silence between us for a moment afterward. It was quickly broken however when both of us could clearly hear someone clearing their throat. Samantha and I looked to the culprit nearby. “I could help if you wanted, sis,” Chelsea slyly offered with her still-sinister eyes staring at me up and down like a predator would do to their next meal. “I wouldn’t mind taking this one in and showing them the rules of this world. You know how I am with Lit…” “I’ve got this!” Samantha quickly spoke up, silencing her sister. “Now, just attend to your own. You’ve already done enough by bringing your own Littles along in the first place. I don’t need you mucking up another Little.” Her words were cold and calculating and I could still sense the tension that I had witnessed between the two before we left. ‘What was going on between them now?’ I wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Samantha swiftly turned her attention back to me. As soon as she met my gaze, her frown then quickly evaporated. “Sorry about her. She can be a bit… much. I guess I should know having lived with her and all when we were little… Oh boy, did we have some fights…” she chuckled to herself. She was clearly trying to ease the tension that I was giving off, but I wasn’t having it. I was terrified in my own way, but I didn’t want to show this vulnerability to her… this… giantess. With my mind clearer now than before, I wanted to punch her squarely in the face. Sure, I had some desire to be treated like this… there were even a few stories I had read that played out this very scenario… but that’s all they were. They were just my fantasies. To be here now staring up at this woman, even when she was crouched, who seemed to now be nearly twice my height… I wasn’t amused or swayed by her efforts. I guess my poker face wasn’t up to snuff and that all my feelings were highly evident to her. As such, Samantha’s own smile soon faded. “I’m guessing that you’re definitely all you then… am I right?” I swiftly nodded and she sighed deeply. “I was afraid of that happening. It’s always a risk we take when we bring any of you all back, but in an odd way… I’m kind of glad.” I thought I could see something else behind her eyes… like the gears of her mind were already turning, but I still barely knew this woman in hindsight. She was amazing at the con, but now, all that had changed. She hadn’t exactly lied to me, but now, I felt that anything that I knew about her before all this, couldn’t be trusted… doubly so with what she told me. With my mind back, I felt like we were starting all over. Still though… I couldn’t help but feel an odd connection with her. That being said, Samantha started back up before I could dwell on those thoughts any longer. “You know, this way, we’ll actually be able to talk to each other,” she said, clearly trying to smile her way back into my heart. Frustratingly, it was working a little. “It means a few other things might be a bit more difficult, but this could actually help with everything…” She then trailed off a bit. I almost wanted to know what was running through her head right now, and what she meant by ‘help,’ but the sound of approaching footsteps quickly broke my thoughts. Samantha immediately stood back up and seemed to take an almost defensive position in front of me. Looking behind the rest of our group, from the thud of boots on the ground, I could see another group rapidly approaching us in formation. They seemed organized and nearly flawless in their appearance, but each also carried an intensity of coiled-up power that could have struck at any moment. To be honest, even beyond their size, it alone definitely intimidated me a bit. Once they got right in front of us, they all stopped at the same time and the person at the front of the three columns of these new giants stepped forward. “By the authority of the Academy of Extra Dimensional Travel, I want to welcome you all back, or for some of you, here for the first time. First, before anything though, you need to go through decontamination.” She then clapped her hands and the ranks behind her began to disperse and descend upon us. A few of the more intimidating members of the group in dark uniforms stayed behind though. As the members drew nearer, the man spoke once more and now directed himself to both Chelsea and Samantha directly. “Also, you two will be briefed as well. Be sure to tell them everything. And I mean everything.” I felt a tiny spark of fear travel up my spine, but, neither Chelsea nor Samantha looked shocked at all by all this, so I guessed this was probably just protocol. Still though, I didn’t want to be separated from the one grounding force in my life. She may have lied, omission or otherwise, but she was still a stable figure in all this madness and chaos. So, maybe out of instinct or something more in the back of the lingering feelings for her in my heart from the con, I edged closer to Samantha’s side. At first, she seemed shocked by my near childish actions, but she only looked down on me tenderly when I bumped into her leg. “It’s okay, Percy. These people just want to help you out… make sure you’re not sick or that you’ll get others sick here. We’ll see each other soon. Promise. Just go with them and do what they say.” Her words were just that at this point with how I was feeling, but it was still a promise that I could bottle up and hold onto for the time being as the masked and gowned individuals rapidly approached all around us. Acknowledging what she just said, and to ensure no one thought that I was going to be a problem, I just nodded my head and waited for further instructions. The last thing I needed was to insight insurrection or rebellion in an unknown world without any means of escape. So, as I figured, the gowned and masked figures soon separated our group cleanly into three sets. Luna went with one set of the masked and gowned figures, Chelsea and Samantha with another, and Ditzy, Derek, and I went with yet another. It was the first time I could see the separations of our group solely by our height, but it definitely wouldn’t be the last. To my utter chagrin though, my group was the shortest and it immediately became clear to me what our new captors of a sort thought about us. Coming only up to their stomachs at best, I knew we likely appeared to be children to these giants, but I hated the assumption. Still, I felt pretty confident that I was in what I could assume to be a hostile nation, so I still remained quiet and non-threatening. See, I had seen plenty of TV over the years to know that being in a hostile nation, one had to think about the enemy constantly. Samantha seemed like a good person, but I also worried that Chelsea could be more of the usual type around here with their species. So, as such, I needed to keep my mental abilities a secret for now and just comply with everything that they threw at me. With any luck, it could throw them off balance when I decided to strike and escape, or, if nothing else, my more passive state could allow me to gleam information from them when they thought I was no more mentally aware than my companions. Even if I did slip a little bit, even hiding half my natural mental so psychological abilities could prove useful in the long run. Speaking of my companions, as the masked and gowned personnel escorted off to one hallway, a few in front of us and a few behind, I tried to get either Ditzy’s or Derek’s attention. Curiously enough, while Ditzy seemed to just be enraptured in the moment, Derek just looked more confused than anything. Ditzy didn’t seem aware of what was happening in the slightest, but Derek… he almost seemed like he knew something was wrong, but just didn’t quite have enough mental power to be able to comprehend it all. So, I tried to talk with my friend to see if I could move his thoughts along to become an ally over here. “Derek… Derek…” I whispered. I didn’t want these giants leading and following us to hear that I had the ability reason or command others… at least not yet that is. “Derek… you okay buddy? You in there? Come on, man.” He looked at me quickly but then almost fumbled over his own shoes in his distracted state. I quickly caught my buddy, but besides his accident there, the subtle hiss I heard from nearby alerted me to the fact that he could do little else for him now beyond those types of small things. It was now clear to me that, at least for the time being, I couldn’t rely on him. Sighing, and determined to at least view all my options, I then turned my attention to Ditzy. I hoped that maybe there was something I could get out of her… some hidden spark of life in her head, but instead, she just cooed and smiled at me. At one point before the people in front of us stopped, I saw her make an angry face, and I thought that maybe she was coming to her senses, but I was only rewarded with a small fart coming from her rear… or at least that’s all I hoped it was. “Hold here,” the head of our new group announced as he stopped along a corridor. Ditzy and Derek didn’t seem to warrant his words and only stopped when a few of the other gowned and masked people around us stopped them physically. Derek looked confused and Ditzy just giggled. “Right…” the man said before then heavily sighing. “Not sure if you Littles even know what I’m saying, but just follow those who help you out and be prepared to be processed through these doors.” He then nodded to the rest of those around us. “Cleaners? Go to work.” Immediately, the gowned and masked ‘cleaners’ around us then split us up individually. Derek whimpered and Ditzy whined sadly for a moment, but the cleaners seemed to be used to this type of reaction and quickly distracted them both as they were then each guided into their own separate rooms. Then, the cleaners nearest to me swooped in and started to guide me forward as well. While I couldn’t see their mouths due to the masks, I could see the look of tension immediately turn to relief when I didn’t cry out or put up a fight against them. ‘Should I have?’ I wasn’t sure if that would maintain my cover better or not, but regardless, the two cleaners then escorted me into my own room. Inside was mostly tile with a large box-shaped glass shower in one corner. A few nozzles and a drain made up the rest of the shower while storage bins lined the walls next to it. With some appreciated gentleness on their part, the man and woman cleaner guided me into the room. Seeing the shower, I guess it should have been obvious, but I was still surprised when they began to strip off my clothing. “Oh? It looks like one of the recruiters might have claimed this one, Jimmy,” the woman remarked as she viewed my diaper, one which I couldn’t now clearly see wasn’t one I recognized at all from the numerous sellers back at the con. “Why do they always do that? I mean, claim them before anyone else?” Jimmy shrugged. “Who knows, Nance? We’re cleaners and not recruiters, so we only see the aftermath of all they or the hunters do, even when we go over there. Still though,” he paused and looked me over, “this one is a bit of a cutie. I mean, look at this thing.” Jimmy then pulled out my stuffed tiger, Stripe. I didn’t want to be that person here, but I also really wanted to give him a squeeze. It could have been viewed as a weakness or giving into how they likely already viewed me, but in times where one is stripped to nothing but their diaper and socks and staring at a shower, which could only mean one thing next, one tends to want the small comforts in their lives. “Very cute,” Nancy replied. “Put it back though. All this needs to be decontaminated officially. Down the hatch like usual, Jimmy.” I didn’t want to, but I just couldn’t help it. A tiny whimper escaped from the back of my throat. Both instantly looked at me. I wished I could say that’s all that happened, but my emotions were still in flux, so I was realizing just how little control I still had over some of my actions, feeling so vulnerable and even maybe still being affected a bit by whatever Samantha had given me at the con. “Please… not Stripe.” “Ah,” Jimmy began as he smirked a bit, “so you can talk. I was wondering that, but don’t worry little one. He just needs to get cleaned. Just like you.” Nancy then put a foreign but oddly reassuring warm hand on my shoulder. “Yeah. By the time you’re on your way out of here, he’ll be right there with you.” I still didn’t want him to leave, being one of the seemingly last tethers here in this new world to my old life back on Earth, but I just nodded. “Perfect,” Jimmy noted as he put Stripe back in my backpack. He then walked over to the side of the room and opened what looked like a mail slot chute and dropped my clothing and backpack down it. After the chute clanged shut, he turned back around and began to walk toward the shower and popped it on. Steam soon began to fill up the room. Nancy then used her still warm and comforting hands to face me toward her. “Now… Percy, right?” I nodded, quickly wondering how this virtual stranger knew my name. “Good. I know all this must be a little scary, but we just need to clean you up and make sure you don’t get anyone over here sick or anything, okay?” “Okay…” I said quietly. ‘Why was I so shy around everyone now? I wasn’t exactly the social butterfly back home, but I could have at least put up some resistance to these people… was I still changed from whatever Samantha had given me?’ I didn’t want to think about it, so I just turned back to the reassuring smile of Nancy in front of me. “Alright then. Take these first.” She then handed me a few pills, and oddly enough, I took them without question. Nancy only smiled back. “Very good, Percy. They’ll help with your inside cleansing. Now, we need to get your outsides cleaned.” She then bent down and looked directly into my eyes. “I know some of you might be a little shy around some of this still, but just take a few breaths for me. I promise… I don’t want to hurt you.” Still nervous, I did as she asked, but I also wondered why she was asking me to do tha… ‘Oh!’ With clearly practiced precision, Nancy quickly ripped off my diaper in nearly one large pull. My hands immediately shot to my front and Nancy and Jimmy just chuckled but still said nothing. I blushed about as hard as I could, but just complied and steadied myself against her when Nancy then removed my socks and backed me up toward the shower. “Okay. In you get now.” I looked behind me and it honestly looked just like any normal high-end shower, though slightly peculiar as the two near-giants before me flanked it on either side. I still wasn’t sure what to make of all these people’s heights compared to mine, but with the water fully steaming now and looking ever-so inviting, I stepped in. Both Nancy and Jimmy smiled and closed the door to seal me inside under the relaxing waters. The glass walls of the shower were quickly fogging up, but I could still make out the forms at my eye level of both the cleaners outside. “Okay. Now, we need to give you a good scrubbing with some special suds. It’s tear-free and all but it will get down into your pores,” Jimmy announced from above. I wanted to ask so many other questions, but the water slightly drowned me out and two large scrub brushes soon descended onto my body and began rubbing me everywhere. At first, it almost felt luxuriating, but the brushes did their work well… almost too well. My skin became extremely sensitive under the hot water and somehow, I could feel the soapsuds almost seeping into my skin in real-time. It wasn’t altogether unpleasant… just uncomfortable in some strange way. Soon, however, the scrubbing stopped and after a moment of being soaked once more by the hot water, Jimmy turned off the shower. Nancy then opened the door and held a giant fluffy light blue towel open in both her hands. “Okay, sweetie. Let’s get you dry and dressed, shall we?” I was still very conscious of my naked form, so I practically dove headfirst into the towel, much to the amusement of Nancy and Jimmy. Then, after a brief toweling, I felt almost miraculously dry, and I was soon guided to another door in the room. Entering through, I couldn’t believe my eyes over what I was witnessing before me. I guess I should have guessed a room like this was coming eventually with all that I had seen, but a nursery seemingly built to your size as if you were an actual toddler… it was something else to behold entirely. Sure, the con had some amazing stuff, but baring a few outliers, almost everyone was within a foot height-wise of each other. Here though, with the giants all around me and the nursery being just about my size… it was nearly overwhelming. “Keep going, Percy. We need to get you dressed and all,” Nancy coaxed my stunned form, guiding me further into the room. Then, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised either when I was quickly led to a changing table, where I then noticed that both Ditzy and Derek were also lying on their own now. I wanted to call out to them, but Derek still seemed confused from this angle as a thick diaper was pulled up between his legs, so I thought better of it. Ditzy fussed for a moment herself, but then was quickly distracted by a set of dangling multi-color plastic keys. So, once again, I knew I couldn’t be too reliant on my compatriots for any measure of comfort or even simple interaction. Nancy then righted herself to the changing table and faced me. “Alright, up we go!” she cheered. Then, without any other warning, she tightly gripped me under my armpits and hoisted me right onto the changing table. If this wasn’t a tiny part of some fantasy of mine coming true, I’d be lying, but I also would be massively lying to say that I wasn’t scared at the same time. Still, as Nancy pushed me down and secured a belt over my naked chest, I had little time to ponder such opposites. “Jimmy… how about you go get the pre-prepared Little clothing ready. I’m thinking the blue stripe romper for this one and the rest will just be the standard outgoing.” Jimmy nodded and went to the other side of the room. Nancy then switched her attention back to me. “Okay… you just lie still, Percy, and all this will be over really quick, okay?” I nodded and prayed silently that she was right. The next few minutes then became a series of me shutting my eyes really tight until Nancy started some new process and would cause my eyes to bulge open and a whimper would escape my mouth. First, it was when she pulled the towel away. Second, was when she started wiping me down. Third, was when she hoisted my legs up in the air. Fortunately, true to her word, the change was soon over, and I was face-to-face with another thick diaper taped about my waist. “Geez, you here what they did, Pepper?” one of the other cleaners asked. “No. What, Trevor?” Pepper asked, clearly intrigued. “These Littles…” Trevor continued. “Their mommies stole them from the Academy’s possession quota and went over their designated standard recruitment numbers. I heard the field cleaners today had to do a lot just to accommodate their screw up. Mark my words, heads are going to roll. You think…” “I think you all should mind your own business,” Nancy quickly interjected between the two. “This one might still be with us mentally and all. You know how Littles are here… you never know what they might say back to anyone here. Including you-know-who…” Pepper and Trevor’s mouths hung open for a second before they then quickly snapped back to Ditzy and Derek as they finished their own changing process. The room then remained deathly silent with the thinly veiled threat that Nancy had made. “Here you are, Nancy,” Jimmy said, breaking the silence after coming back over with my new clothing. Nancy quickly took them. “Yes, thank you, Jimmy. How about you go check on his other items we sent to decontamination, and I finish up here?” Jimmy only nodded and scampered off out of the room. Nancy once again turned her attention back to me, and in only a few minutes, she was attaching the last strap of my shoes across my feet. Nancy then helped me down and led me out through yet another set of doors. This time, they led to another corridor and then out to a massive lobby. The ceiling shimmered in reflective glass and marble columns interspersed the area between accents of cooper and brass. It was all very impressive and a smidge intimidating. While walking before all that though, I couldn’t help but wonder what Trevor was talking about from earlier with Samantha and Chelsea. From my almost Swiss cheese memories right before we stepped through whatever all that was to come here, I knew that Samantha had been upset at Chelsea about something. I couldn’t remember what exactly, but I knew an angry tone of voice when I heard one. As we then waited in the lobby for a moment, I pondered this exact thing further. It was strange almost with how I felt about Samantha. On the one hand, she had drugged me and taken me without my complete and sober consent, but on the other… she was someone who had at least seemed to care about me. It might have all just been her own caring way or simply have been a way to get me here I will admit, but at the same time, my options were limited in the number of people I could actually rely on. As Ditzy exited first, her fingers partially exploring her own mouth with the utmost glee, her whole presence and even the short pink dress she was wearing essentially confirmed that my allies were slim to none around here… particularly if you counted those who could still speak. I didn’t have to fully like or submit to Samantha mind you, but as far as allies went, I knew she was my best bet of maybe eventually going back home… or at least not getting snatched away and making this whole situation even worse than it already was. I mean, that’s how these things always went. Stupid main character gets in over their head and winds up kidnapped and regressed. It was me almost verbatim, except that I had already been ‘kidnapped’ of a sort. I didn’t want to repeat the whole thing with someone I didn’t even know, so I just moved awkwardly out of the view of a few of the more intense giant lookers. Since I had come here, I had noticed them, but here in the lobby, I was getting very uncomfortable under their stares. Fortunately, after all that, our wait didn’t last too much longer, and we were soon joined by the rest of the group and the cleaners soon departed back into the building. As soon as Chelsea and Samantha arrived though, our crowd grew exponentially, and the pair were bombarded by a hoard of questions from other giants in the lobby. “How are you two?” “How was the trip?” Did Shitake… no, Shawshank… no, shish kabob… you know what I mean… did it go okay?” “Are these your Littles?” Which ones are yours, Chelsea, or yours, Samantha?” “Why do they seem so… wait, did you perform a Code Zero on them already?” Did you all break the rules again?” “What about the rest of us?” “Don’t we deserve our own Littles as well?” It was all frankly almost too overwhelming. With Samantha, my one coherent even remote semblance of an ally nearby, I soon shyly and yes, even childishly hid behind her legs for some measure of comfort against all these giants. She too was wearing something different, this time sporting just some slacks and a blouse, but her comforting presence remained as strong as ever. Fortunately, right as I could tell that the crowd was definitely getting to Ditzy and Derek, two more people entered the fray. “Alright, alright. Back it up!” Luna announced. “Yes!” the red head followed. “I know you all have several questions for two of our most esteemed recruiters, but that will need to come later.” The crowd audibly groaned. “Yes, yes. Big disappointment I know, but we will let you all know when you can ask your questions later. For now, just go back about your business.” The crowd seemed visibly frustrated, but then quickly dispersed after that and the two nearly twirled back around to our group. “Thank you, Luna. You were very good,” Samantha praised. “Thank you, Samantha, but Harriet here should get the real credit,” Luna said, gesturing over to the red head beside her. “She did the real moving. You all know how that’s not really who I am.” The red head blushed a bit. “Oh stop, Luna. You’re just as good. I just wanted to help out Samantha and Chelsea. Nothing anyone else wouldn’t do.” Samantha smiled back at her. “Perhaps, but you are a very good assistant to us, Harriet. You’ll make an excellent recruiter one day when you graduate.” “Better than me at least…” Chelsea scoffed, now currently playing with Ditzy’s hair, much to my friends clear and drooling delight. “Hmmm…” Samantha said, clearly still not amused with her sister. “You know… you could at least try to act like…” Everyone then stopped and turned back around as soon as we heard the thudding of multiple footsteps once again. I was half expecting it to be more cleaners, but instead, only a crowd of very forceful individuals were now marching our way, now all dressed in the dark uniforms I had seen earlier with the cleaners group. Two were dressed in judges’ robes while the rest just wore some type of professional attire. “Recruiter 99 and 108?” “Yes?” Chelsea and Samantha asked nearly at the same time, both clearly looking a little nervous to whoever this person speaking was. The uptight woman then moved closer and stared both of them down, being at least half a foot easily over both of them. “It is my duty today to take you both into custody. Judge security… arrest them.” To my horror, several security guard-looking people descended onto both Chelsea and Samantha. Chaos then ensued. Luna and Harriet tried to defend the two and demanded an explanation of the charges. Ditzy and Derek began to freak out over losing their caregiver so abruptly. Chelsea may not have been my favorite person, but in their regressed states, she was practicality Ditzy’s and Derek’s whole world now. As for me, I watched as my one true confidant and person most likely to help me, was taken away in cuffs. To say that I began to panic in my own way was a massive understatement. “What are the charges?” Luna pleadingly asked as their friends and mentors were taken away. “Tell us right now,” Harriet demanded. “I’m part of this Academy and I know our rights. They are both recruiters and deserve to know why they are being detained by your forces.” There was a hushed silence amongst the group. Both Chelsea and Samantha looked surprised by their assistant’s sudden declaration, but seemingly also relieved as well. Finally, the lead guard stepped forward. “Maybe for graduated members,” she sneered at Harriet, “but you aren’t one of those, are you?” Harriet’s head dipped and shook back and forth. “That’s what I thought. I might have made an exception for you lot, given the family history and all, but, not today. They pushed it too far this time.” Luna stepped up, and despite them being at least over a foot taller than me now, unlike Harriet, they still had to look up at the lead guard. “Please… will there be a trial at least? For the Littles… and their mother…” Curiously, as soon as they finished their plea, the guard seemed to quickly soften. It occurred right about as Luna said ‘mother,’ but it had to be her sympathies for us… right? And not just some outside lady connected to them? Regardless, the lead guard sighed. “Very well… I can at least inform you all of a trial.” She then reached into her jacket and pulled out a single red envelope that she then handed to Harriet. Harriet took it with hauntingly trembling fingers. “Read this later. It will explain it all… and your role in it.” Harriet and Luna suddenly seemed devastated, but both still nodded. Seemingly satisfied, the lead guard snapped, and the guards began taking Chelsea and Samantha away. Chelsea seemed to just struggle, but Samantha turned around as she was being escorted out of the lobby. “Stay strong and safe,” she called out back to us. “Listen to Harriet and Luna. They’ll keep you safe!” Then, just like that, she disappeared behind a large bronze door. It quickly slammed and the lobby filled with its terrible thunder. Then, there was nothing but silence and the continued whimpers coming from both Ditzy and Derek. Luna seemed to notice this and shook off whatever the red envelope meant and began to console both of them, which quickly evolved into a full-on hug. To be honest, I felt a little left out, but I don’t think I was quite ready to forgive Luna for their deception of us quite yet. Though, from their saddened and panicked face, I felt like at that moment, they needed the hug just as much as the two regressed individuals before them. After a moment, Harriet then placed her hand on their shoulder and Luna broke the hug. Both stared at the red envelope, but Harriet’s watch soon dinged and broke both of their heavy and concentrated faces. Harriet’s eyes bulged out as she looked at the message on her watch. “Oh! That’s her now. We need to get out of here and explain everything right away. She’s going to want to know everything!” Luna nodded. “Right…” They suddenly seemed hesitant. “How do you think she’ll take the news?” Harriet sighed as she began to shuffle us all out of where we were in the lobby. “Not well on one hand I think, but she’s also a professional and a realist. Once she sees and hears what they did, she’ll understand on one level at least… especially given her… history.” “That’s a fair point,” Luna nodded before getting behind Ditzy and pulling her away from another, us-sized individual. Regrettably, they seemed much more like Ditzy and Derek than of my own mental awareness. It wasn’t a good sign of the world I was now about to fully enter. Before leaving the lobby, we all then passed by a single almost coat check-like area by the entrance. I wondered why we were there of all places in a moment like this where everything seemed to be in utter chaos and a worst-case scenario type of situation. After a panicky moment though, I then saw the backpack I had brought with me in coming to this world. To my relief right then, I knew that we were getting our stuff back, but more importantly for my own sake, I was also about to get Stripe back as well. It was at that point that I realized something big that shook me to my core. In essence, I had just lost the one person who could have helped me escape back home. I wasn’t ready to trust Luna quite yet, I didn’t know Harriet at all or had even seen the person we were about to meet, and for all their charm and apparent happiness, Ditzy and Derek were about as helpful to my returning home as Stripe was. Still, as we waited for our items to be checked out and I saw more of all these giants staring at me, I made do with what I had at the time. Luna was shorter than practically everyone else of the upper height category of beings, but I knew I was in desperate need of a protector of some kind around here in this strange land. Maybe Harriet could be that way one day, but for now, I just edged behind Luna’s legs in safety. They weren’t much, but they were something in a land where I had almost nothing now. The clerk chuckled at my actions, but I paid her no mind… I had much more serious concerns on my hands now. In moments, we would meet another person in all this mess and leave the very building that could get me back home. I was on a new and foreign planet, and while such wonders could lie just outside the doors behind us, as another giant looked at me rather uncomfortably and dragged their own glazed-looking me-sized person behind them, I could only worry with great unease over what my future was to be now for the foreseeable future. Distressingly, something told me that I was about to embark on a very rocky road ahead.

Chapter 16: Teasing Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess Charlie had placed me in the playpen with a bottle of juice, dressed in an adorable pink onesie with little hearts all over it, and left to go to her meeting. All alone, apart from the TV playing some cute little-safe baby movie, I stared down at the thick padding between my legs. It had been about twenty minutes since she left, and I was pretty sure I was already wet. It was hard to tell I was going due to the effects of the milk, but it did feel warmer down there shortly after, so I was pretty sure I had used my nappy again. I tried to play with the toys, to lose myself in my baby headspace, but I found it harder than usual. Just yesterday, I was in the House of Commons, ranting at all the other Amazons, whilst being broadcast on live TV… and now here I was, sucking on a dummy and playing with toys in a playpen. At least this was consensual. I tried my best to enjoy the toys splayed around the playpen. Dollies, blocks, colouring books… nothing was distracting me enough right now though. I couldn’t help but think about what all the papers and news shows were saying about me… what the public were saying about me because Charlie banned me from looking online, putting a child lock on my phone. This restriction prevented me from connecting to the internet to see what was going on, but still allowed me to make phone calls and receive them, just in case something happened and I needed to contact her. She also left the remote control for the TV just out of reach outside the playpen so I couldn’t change the channel, meaning I was stuck in this colourful plastic prison with no way to check the news. Thankfully, I got a text on my phone and frantically crawled on my tummy across the playpen towards where I last left it, on top of one of my teddy bears. Picking it up, I saw a text from Sarah. Sarah: Hey hun. Was told I’m not allowed to talk about what’s going on in the news, but wanted to check in on you, make sure you’re doing okay. Let me know xxx I smiled that she cared enough to check in on me, but it also made me panic a little inside that if she was banned from talking about the news… it must be bad. I knew better than to try and convince her to tell me though, as Charlie would have been really stern and there’s no way Sarah would betray her. Even if I’m the one who is supposed to be her best friend… Liv: I’m okay. Just having some relaxing time in my safe space. With me being an MP now, we figured it was safer, just in case someone managed to check our phones, to allude to the fact that we liked all this baby stuff. So baby time became ‘relaxing time’ and ‘safe space’ meant playpen or nursery. Sarah: That’s a good idea. You had a stressful day yesterday. You sure you’re doing okay though? Liv: Yeah. Just… stressed. Worried about everyone’s reaction. Don’t worry, I won’t press you for info, I know Charlie’s probably warned you. Sarah: Yeah she did. So I’m not saying if it’s good or bad out there. Liv: Grrr. Fine. Anyway, tell Charlie to get back home, I need a hug. Sarah: Oh? Liv: She’s popping in at the hospital on the way home, to see Eve about… something, so you’ll probably see her before I do. Sarah: That was an ominous ‘something’... Liv: It’s nothing. I’ll talk to you about it next time I see you. I didn’t want to give away that I had lost all potty control and was currently craving the taste of Amazon breast milk over text. I felt that that conversation was much more suited for an in-person discussion. Mostly because I can then glare at them when they no doubt start teasing me. Charlie got home right on time, no later than she promised, and found me playing with blocks in the playpen, behaving perfectly. “D’aww… there’s my little princess…” She cooed at me as she bent over the playpen walls. “Hi Mummy!” I turned around and waved at her in a very child-like manner. “Hi Angel. How’ve you been? Have you been good?” “I’ve been super duper good!” I replied, clapping my hands together excitedly. “As always, and for that, I think my little one deserves a treat…” “A treat? What treat?” I shot up to my knees, I love treats. “I was thinking of going out for a meal later tonight. My treat.” “But… But I thought we were going to keep a low profile since I got suspended?” “Don’t worry, we’ll just go to Luigi’s. I booked the whole restaurant again.” She smiled at me. “Again? But what about the other customers? Isn’t it a bit selfish?” “We want privacy and not to be hounded after your little stunt in the commons. So if you want to eat out, we need to take precautions.” “I guess. So that’s later tonight, what are we doing for the rest of the afternoon then?” I asked, kinda wanting to get out of this outfit. Sure, I loved my baby time. I loved feeling small and loved and cute. I love the helplessness I get… but in bursts. Also… I kinda got bored in the playpen, being all alone, and my headspace kinda… went. I was ready to be adult Olivia again. “I was thinking… you can carry on playing in the playpen with your toys whilst I watch TV.” Charlie suggested. Normally, I’d just agree to make her happy, but right now I needed a change desperately and I was really wanting to get out of these baby clothes and snuggle up with my wife for the afternoon. So I looked up at her with my cutest face, ready to plead. “How about we snuggle on the sofa instead?” I suggested. “I can always take snuggles with my baby…” “I was talking more… snuggling with my wife rather than Mummy.” “Oh but I’m always your Mummy…” “And you’re also my wife…” I rolled my eyes at her. “How about you can talk like a big girl… but you stay dressed like that.” Charlie suggested. “Why? Can’t I just be an adult?” “You look too cute, sweetheart. Let Mummy enjoy it a bit longer. You can dress up like an adult later for dinner, okay? Let me enjoy this.” I knew I wasn’t going to win. I was too much of a people pleaser. Well no… I was too much of a Charlie-pleaser. “Fine. But no baby treatment, ‘kay?” Charlie reached into the playpen and put her hands around my waist, effortlessly lifting me up into the air and pulling me close to her chest. Carrying me over to the sofa, she crashed down on her back with her head landing on the cushion, all whilst still clutching me in her arms. “Right, comfy baby?” She checked with me. “Not baby…” I growled, sticking my tongue out at her. “Sorry… my big girl…” “Better!” I beamed. “Good. How about we binge watch that new series until we need to get ready?” “That sounds good!” I replied, resting my head on Charlie’s chest, listening to her heartbeat as she grabbed the remote control from nearby and switched on the TV. “Do I really have to wear this nappy?” I whined to my wife as she proceeded to get ready. She had decided that she’d help me get dressed first for our dinner date tonight, before getting ready herself, and during that task she had also decided that I needed to be padded still. I get that I was still having accidents after the milk issue, but… I wanted some adult time with my wife, and this nappy was not helping! She hadn’t put me in a waddler or crawler nappy, though because of the slightly thinner padding she had insisted on packing a couple of changes for me in her handbag. Sadly, there was no arguing with her, as I knew she was right… and she’s stubborn like this. If she decides something is best… it’s hard to change her mind. It’s part of the reason I love her, but it can be a bit frustrating when you know she’s wrong. At least this time she’s right, so I can’t fault her for the decision she made. “Yes baby… sorry… sweetie. We don’t want you having an accident on that dress you made. It’s one of my favourites.” Charlie replied. Admiring myself in the mirror, doing a little twirl as my wife did her makeup, I had to agree with her on this. This was definitely one of my favourite creations too. A slinky little black shoulder dress that hugged my curves perfectly all the way down to the ankles where it flowed outwards, this was definitely one of my top five creations. And despite it hugging my curves, it didn’t show off the nappy underneath it, so I could at least allow myself to relax a bit and not be anxious all night that someone will be able to tell I’m wearing one. Even if we’re going to an empty restaurant, I can’t guarantee we won’t see any Amazons we don’t know, who may use a visible nappy as an excuse to humiliate me… or worse. “Fine. I see you’re wearing that white dress I made you…” “Of course. It’s special. You made it. And I love it. Still nowhere near as much as I love you!” Blushing, I waddled slightly across the room, to my wife, where I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into her shoulder from behind her. “I love you too.” I whispered. “Good, because I wasn’t sure.” She joked. “Oh, so the wedding ring didn’t convince you? Or the big fancy wedding we had? Or the fact that we went on that big elaborate adventure together?” I said, playing along with her little joke. “Oh that? I just thought you were being nice…” Her grin widened. So I let go of her and pushed her gently, in a playful way. “Shuuuuuuush! You know I love you!” “Of course I do, my love. Don’t worry, I don’t think anything could split us apart. Not even the end of the world could.” “Don’t jinx it! I swear, if the world starts to end now you’ve said that… you owe me ice cream!” “Oh I do, do I? But I was going to get you ice cream for dessert tonight…” “Ah, but I don’t want ice cream now. I want it later.” I replied, sounding just like a little brat. “When the world is ending?” “Yeah, exactly! Ice cream is end-of-the-world food, not romantic date food.” “Okay… so what’s ‘romantic date food’.” “Cake, obviously. With you feeding me bites of it.” “I thought you didn’t want the baby treatment…” “I don’t! Not tonight, but if Amazon adults can do it with each other, why can’t the two of us?” “Because you’d be seen as a baby…” “Exactly! And tonight we’ll have the restaurant to ourselves. Just make sure you don’t tease me whilst you feed me and everything will be fine!” “But what if I want to tease you… that way?” “Oh… umm…” My face turned bright red as Charlie gave me a sultry look, indicating some very fun… very adult fun… was a possibility tonight. “I guess maybe it depends on the kind of teasing…” “Yeah… I thought so…” She grinned. ======================================================= Also if you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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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.

Yeah the gym is great for you, and something I should do more of myself! I've gone to the gym diapered, or in pull ups. It's probably one of the times when I've felt the most self conscious given the range of motions, mirrors, other active ppl watching each other. Have you? You may as well join now and start the healthy habit before hand, regular exercise would probably help reduce risk of complications. Could you face going to the gym now wearing a diaper/pull up to see how it feels?

At the very least you may as well go conspicuously 24/7 from now until the surgery. Go to the store in an already wet diaper and wet it more so it leaks. Meet some friends for drinks and flood so it leaks. (Why wait to start your social lock in!) Have some really inconvenient, embarrassing experiences and expose yourself to what is your new reality in a few weeks. What is so different about doing those things now vs a few weeks time when you have no choice? How are you sure you won't end up hiding at home in your perpetually soaked diaper? Personally I know I can deal with the embarrassment (but it grows old and I like the break). You may as well make sure you can too before pulling the trigger. IDK just some thoughts.

I can clearify the "dry orgasm" from my point of view. Several years ago I had prostate cancer. I had surgery that totally removed the prostate. No more ejaculation. I can tell you that my orgasms are Absolutely the same as before the surgery. Just as long and just as intense. My wife actually likes them better. No mess 😅.

Wow that was a lot to read. As a incontinent member for almost 3 decades I really think you are about to make a really big mistake. But it is your life and if you are willing to live with the mistake then so be it. /i can tell you it is no fun at all when you can not turn it off. YOu may be excited now but you will one day regret this. Even if you do accept being incontinent and the surgery goes well you are going to have days you will feel so stupid for doing this to yourself. Think of all the times you have wet your diaper already and then get the urge and you know your diaper can not hold it so you hold it in until you can go change. That is never going to be a option. You will leak in public and you will have to change in public spaces around people you know. When I am sick and hurting I just wish I could not move but I have to change my diaper. Diaper rash will happen especially in the summer months and you will want a break. But your only option for that break will be a condom cath or foley. Skin heals so much faster when not wet. I am spending over $250 a month on diapers and I never get a break from that either. With incontinence comes bladder infections as well. They can turn ugly and become life threatening kidney infections and then turn septic all in one day. I have lost count the number of times I have became septic and in the hospital even the ICU. Your bladder size will shrink the walls will become thick and covered in cystitis. It cause horrible bladder spasms and burning much like a infection. That can turn into a bladder cancer. I am not making shit up or trying to scare you into doing something different but I really hope you do some real research on the negatives and why only a hack for hire in mexico would do this surgery. Scar tissue forming in strictures is very real and can even block off things. I have had stricture surgery a couple times in my life. I am 10 years older than you and I do have a lot of other health issues. But Incontinence brings a lot in it's self more than I have seen anyone here post. I had a bladder stim put in to try and help mine and it is a simple out paitent surgery. Only mine got infected badly and I became septic twice from it before it had to be removed. The last time the infection settled around my heart. Any surgery no matter the path taken and procedure used are able to cause infection and tissue death. I just want you to really study up on the negatives as much as you can in the next week. If you decide to go through with it at least you have a idea. What is the longest you have went wearing a diaper 24/7? The fact you was thinking about flying down un diapered makes me wonder if you are really mentally prepared. Also You have worn diapers knowing you did not need them and it makes you feel wrong. How are you going to feel when you know deep in your heart you never needed them and you created this issue? How are you going to feel if it becomes a life threatening infection? To answer your question if you do this or when you do this should you tell your american doctor the truth if you have complications? Yes 100% you should tell him. What you tell him he can not share with your family or anyone that is not treating you. Do not be ashamed of what you did so bad you would over look telling someone your full medical history. I can assure you he will without a doubt know that you are not being honest when he runs a scope up you and sees what has been cut. Having a surgery to loosen for retention is not the same as cutting both bladder sphincters and the inside of the prostate. He will know you had a hack job done and he will want to see the medical records of the surgery you told him you had done. He is going to want to know what hospital and why it was done. If you are not honest you only stand the chance of getting inadequate healthcare for the complications you are having. It is not like they can do a surgery to reverse what is done without your consent. Anyway these are my thoughts as someone who has lived 30 years bladder incontinent and the last 5 with fecal incontinence getting worse yearly. Please Promise you will never go for loss of number 2 because you 1000% have no clue what you are asking. I apologize if it sounds like am am busting your balls for fun. I just want to make sure you really know what you are asking. Unless you have went 3-5 years 24/7 you have not got a clue & even then it is not the same as being incontinent. I want you to be happy so I will not keep busting your balls. But if you have this done be honest to the group over the next few years if you was right or wrong to want this and if it was as easy and great a life as you imagined. That is what I ask. You have my best wishes and I sadly look forward to reading how this goes long term.

There’s a few of us who’ve been chronicling our journeys into 24/7 and dreams have been a thing for us. It seems that this soaks (the puns just never stop 😆) into our subconscious to regularly pop up in those mad sleep-movies that screen most nights in our heads. Some of those dream-influences were probably just physiological. It was a marked thing as I was developing bed-wetting for my dreams to reflect some long rambling narrative that was in effect, giving me permission to pee whilst asleep. A variant on this was some implausible scenario that was explaining to me why I WAS peeing whilst I was asleep (and "rationalising" the associated physical sensations). Those still happen today but they’re not as frequent. I suspect this might be because bed-wetting is by now, somewhat normalised for me although I still don't think it's every night (well think, I don't know anymore). The other class of diaper dream reflects misgivings or fears about the consequences of my lifestyle choice. This seem to be what you are describing here and reflects the emotional journey as opposed to the physiological one. In these, being involuntarily exposed is a frequent-flyer theme. To be honest, sometimes, these have been “depressing and/or disturbing” to use your phraseology. It will be interesting in your case what happens with respect to these dreams. In contrast to myself, you’re just going to wake up to find yourself a bedwetter in a couple of weeks time. There will be no protracted transition nor behaviours to acquire. You’re also going to find yourself similarly-instantly daytime-incontinent and any decision about it is by that point moot. Regrets will be futile. Again, this is in contrast to my own situation which is no more than a gradual decline in continence that I suspect I could at this point, stop and reverse, a choice-point that grants my subconscious the luxury of tormenting me.

I'll throw in, that I don't think it's just entitled or bad parents. I think it's highly unlikely that an entire generation didn't learn to parent correctly. It's a symptom, but it's reductive and not the cause. I think part of it is that people have less *time* to parent, unfortunately. Everyone is always working and struggling and exhausted so the buck gets passed and the can gets kicked down the road. Responsibilities at work keeps going up but not pay. Time for job keeps increasing. Literally everything else gets cut, including teaching basic with kids. It's hard to raise someone up when you're barely keeping your head above water. That's not an excuse or a pardon. It's an analysis. Otherwise it's saying that Boomers and Gen-X somehow raised a generation of adults who don't know how to survive and parent and that's ruining Gen Alpha etc. So who's the fuckup? The current generation of parents or the generation that raised them? Or maybe, just maybe, outside forces have interfered and made life in general more difficult for everybody, and what's going on here is another symptom.

Hope you decide to go for it full time. That is a good look for you!

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.”

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

Chapter 4 Daniel had a moment to stagger and gape at the room around him, following the chaos of his little display. Everyone had seen him lose control of the power, and even now papers were fluttering down from the ceiling of the testing chamber. More to the point, everyone had seen his underpants. It barely even registered that the mess was being cleaned up, he was focused on deciding how to respond to his exposure. By the entrance, Professor Blackburn had out a wand and was guiding all the papers back into stacks, but he had to choose then and there: Try and gaslight the room into thinking they hadn’t just seen what they thought they saw up his skirt, or come clean. He wasn’t that good of a liar. When he stood, he found himself looking up into the eyes of one particularly angry Rachel Haligtree. Speaking with slow, punctuated emphasis, she snapped, “What. The hell. Was that?” “Fine,” he said, dusting himself off, glancing back at the boulder behind him. His testing was over. He’d be in or he wouldn’t be. “You caught me. I’m a guy.” She blinked. “You’re–excuse me?” Hesitating, Daniel said, “Well, you saw my…er…” “I’m not talking about your junk, I’m talking about this!” She waved a hand at the chamber, at the other people. “You disrupted the entire test, and–you’re a guy?” “Well–” he started. Fortunately, or perhaps not, Velma Blackburn stepped in, looking down at him through horn-rimmed glasses. “Perhaps a bit more control would have been advisable,” she conceded, “But this young lady didn’t break the rules–our training wards failed, that isn’t her doing.” Fuming, Rachel said, “Okay, but he just said that he is a man.” Velma blinked. “He…” “Yeah,” Rachel confirmed. “He.” “Well,” Daniel said. “You can run my numbers instantly, right? Did he pass?” “Danielle,” Velma began. “Er–” “Daniel,” he corrected. “Daniel, this is a school for witches. Not warlocks. What are you doing here?” Velma arched an eyebrow at him–perplexed, not upset. “I needed a little education in control before any warlock school would let me in,” Daniel admitted. It was embarrassing, sure, but who cared? He was in, or he wasn’t; if his stunt had failed, he wouldn’t be able to pull it again somewhere else. “Did. I. Pass?” “I suppose, but–” “Great,” Daniel said, smoothing out his dress, already planning to go wipe off the makeup so he’d look his boy-self again. “Awesome. I’ll look forward to studying under you, Professor Blackstone.” “Ahem,” Velma said, simply. “Perhaps this needs judgment from the Dean.” “Allow me, ma’am,” Rachel replied. In an instant, her own wand was out, a colorful rod with a long piece of lace ribbon on one end and gemstones along the other. With a flick, Daniel shot up into the air, hoisted by levitation magic with infinitely more refinement and control than his own. Only, she hadn’t cast it on him. Rachel’s spell seized the back of his tighty-whities, pulling him in the air with a particularly intense wedgie. He winced and his legs flailed, kicking to try and push off the floor and release some of the weight. “HEY!” “I’ve got him,” Rachel said. “Don’t worry about this, you can focus on the testing, ma’am.” With one more flick, she lifted him up some ten feet so that he dangled above everyone’s heads, underwear straining to support the whole weight of his body. A few of the other testees giggled, more pointed. All eyes had already been on him from the crisis, but now he’d been turned into a spectacle, floating in the air, red faced and angry. With his dress down, nobody could see that he was being held aloft by wedgie power, but they could see his inability to fight back from the spell. Daniel’s face burned, half with embarrassment, half with discomfort as the fabric chafed between his cheeks and compressed his balls into his body. “Put me down!” "I thought warlocks outclassed us witches in duels," Rachel replied, rolling her eyes. "I didn't know you boys got out of binding spells just by begging." Screwing up his face with anger and annoyance, Daniel flicked his wand and tried to dispel the magic, but Rachel’s levitation persisted. On his second attempt, the magic recoiled, sparking in his hand–he dropped his wand towards the floor, and Rachel snatched it out of the air. “Come along,” she said, waving a hand. The levitation began to carry him forward, over the heads of the other applicants, floating right out of the testing hall and down a corridor towards the faculty offices. Daniel kicked and squirmed, the underwear burning between his legs. “I’ll have you expelled for this!” “You assume anyone cares what a little boy who plays dress-up thinks,” Rachel replied. “Why did you come here? Just as a joke? To have a laugh at us?” “Because I wanted to enroll,” he snapped, reaching down to try and lift himself up out of the undies, to relieve some of the weight. Pushing both hands around his dress to get at the waistband, he accomplished his goal, but in doing so his center of balance shifted. He began to rock forward in the air, tipping with nothing to hold onto, until he fell forward and down to the ground–with his underwear still suspended ten feet up. Naked from the waist down–save for his sneakers–Daniel flushed bright red and pulled his dress down to cover himself. “Oh, wow,” Rachel commented. “Okay, let’s try–” With another flick of her wrist, she grabbed him by the ankle, flipped him up, and sent him into the air once again–upside down, his dress flipping up to cover his body and leave him exposed to the air. “Put me DOWN!” Daniel screamed, trying to push up his dress to cover his exposed dick. “No,” Rachel said, simply. With another flick, then, she eliminated the dress as well–the fabric simply vanished, disintegrated into nothing. He was, momentarily, surprised. That sort of destructive evocation took a lot of precision and control. Rachel was scary for a witch. If he could learn that, he’d be a shoe-in at any warlock school in the world. Then, the reality of being completely naked in a hallway full of girls his age hit him, and he kicked in the air, spinning to try and face Rachel. His only reprieve from humiliation was that they weren’t still in the grand hall surrounded by the absolute throng of test-taking girls–only a few passing girls saw him in his half-naked state. Finally managing to kick at the air enough to turn and look at Rachel, he demanded, “What’s your problem?” “My problem is you, trying to undermine the integrity of Alphabeta with your stupid trick,” Rachel shot back. “You do not belong here. You should not have come here, and unless you promise to turn around and leave as soon as I give your big-boy undies back, I have zero reason to be nice to you.” Daniel might have stood up for himself more, but it was hard to build self-confidence without anything to make him decent. Rather than continue the argument, he just glared, blushed, and tried to think up a counterspell he could cast without his wand. Her expression declaring victory, Rachel paraded him down the halls, smirking proudly at his humiliation. In less than a minute, she had him at an important looking set of double doors, which led into an equally important looking office, helmed by–of course–a woman who radiated a sense of paramount authority. The dean looked like every bit of the scholarly witch–half moon glasses, classic black robes, and a black, pointed hat. She glanced up, raising a single eyebrow at the spectacle marching up to her desk. “Can I help you?” she asked. On her desk, a nameplate read, ‘Dr. Penelope Madrigal’. “Rachel–put the girl down.” Rachel dropped him in a heap on the ground. “Ma’am, this boy–” “Rachel Haligtree,” the dean snapped, shooting a stern look at the prefect. “Leave us. I will handle this.” Rachel, gaping, still gave deference to this woman’s authority. Scoffing, she turned and walked away, shutting the doors behind her. The dean looked at him calmly. “What is your name, child?” “Daniel Aster,” he said, simply, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. He’d lost his purse at some point, and Rachel had gotten every bit of his clothes, leaving him truly naked. In front of the dean’s consummate professional gaze, though, he felt a bit less like the subject of an indignity, and managed to stick out his chin in defiance of Rachel’s humiliations. “I just passed the entrance exams, so I’ll be in your upcoming student body.” She looked between his legs, then up at him. “And what happened to your clothes, young lady?” “I–Rachel disintegrated them, the prefect,” Daniel said, uncertainly. “She got up in my face and said I didn’t belong.” “I see,” Dr. Madrigal sighed, reaching for a feather pen on her desk. Daniel had to do a double take at the object, realizing from its runic inscriptions that it wasn’t a pen at all, but a wand. Conjuring a simple gown, she said, “I’m sorry, Miss Aster. I’ll of course ensure this is dealt with; Alphabeta is an institution that prides itself on accepting all–” “I’m not a Miss,” Daniel cut in, taking the gown. “Mrs.?” the dean asked, curiously. “Or do you prefer ‘Ms.’?” “Mister, if you please.” He dressed himself, glad to have a bit of modesty. “I’m a man.” Dr. Madrigal blinked a couple times, absorbing that information, recalibrating her appraisal of the situation. “I… see.” “I went over your rules exhaustively,” Daniel continued, pacing a little as he talked. “Strictly speaking, there’s nothing in the charter that explicitly prohibits male students–the only rules have to do with the entrance exams. Once you’ve passed, you’re enrolled, and that’s all there is to it. I passed. I’m going to be a student. I had to fudge some of my paperwork to get on the exam, but that doesn’t matter once the exam’s over.” The dean leaned forward, tapping something on her desk. “Rachel Haligtree, please come back to my office.” She eyed Daniel again. “Let’s say you didn’t miss something, that you really can bypass five hundred years of tradition on a loophole–why, exactly, are you here?” He gave her as confident a smile as he could muster. “Because, I need an education. Who are you to deny me that?” Her face hardened, but before she could say anything else, Rachel pushed in the door. “Miss Haligtree, did you destroy this boy’s clothes?” she asked. “Yes ma’am,” Rachel replied. “And I’d do it again.” “If what he tells me is correct, he’s a student here,” the dean said. “And you know you aren’t supposed to discipline students, except for those kept under your wing.” Rachel hesitated, swallowing her anger so hard it looked like she might choke. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry.” “It’s alright,” Dr. Madrigal leaned forward, using her wand as an actual pen. A document apparated under it as she wrote something out, as though her writing dictated the appearance of forms and not the other way around. “I’m assigning Aster to your wing. He’s shown a propensity for skirting discipline, rules, and order, so I expect you’ll keep a very close eye on him and dispense discipline accordingly.” Daniel blinked in surprise, glancing back nervously at Rachel. “Is there a problem, Mister Aster?” the dean asked. “Or did you think you’d get to choose your own wing and get to be team captain in the Voxavin league?” “No, it’s fine.” Daniel swallowed. “More than fine. Totally fair.” “Be sure to put in your sizes for your uniform,” the dean added. “We’ve got a dress code here, and running naked through the halls hardly complies.” “I… yes, ma’am,” Daniel said. “Are we good?” She glanced at him over her half-moon spectacles, considered for a moment, and nodded. “You’re dismissed. Welcome to Alphabeta University.” ... I haven't given my editor a shout-out in a while, so: Thanks to my awesome editor, Ezi, for helping me get this story to sparkle! It wouldn't be half as good without you. (And thanks to my subscribers for helping me pay her!) Support the author: https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

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?)

Chapter 63: Rescued I closed my eyes as tightly as possible and curled up on my side with my head buried in my arms. Multiple voices were talking now, two, maybe three people. I caught only bits and pieces of a hushed conversation that was now happening in my bedroom. They were all talking about me, glimpses of shock in their whispers. I opened my eyes, but only slightly. Two women and a man wearing blue jackets huddled together in the middle of the bedroom. I closed my eyes again when the one woman facing me made eye contact. That was followed by footsteps that stopped right next to the crib. I opened my eyes again. A woman was standing next to the crib, peering down at me. “Everything is going to be all right. We’re going to get you out of there.” I shifted to the far corner of the crib, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her now that I could see more clearly with the flashlight not shining in my face. “Hey, my name is Amanda. What’s your name?” The word stuck in my throat for a few seconds until, at last, I could whisper it out. “Sarah.” “We’re going to get you out of here, Sarah.” Amanda stood over the crib, attempting to figure out how the sliding door worked until she flipped the right latch and pulled it open. “Why don’t you sit here on the edge for a second?” I complied with the request, even though it meant sitting on my now messy diaper. Amanda placed her hand over her nose as she leaned in toward me, feeling both of my arms and my legs with her hands. She turned to speak to the two other people in the room. “Minimal bruising. No broken bones. Doesn’t seem malnourished. Just…” She let her words trail off as she looked down at my diaper and then back at the bottles and pacifier in the crib, as if at a loss for how to describe what she was seeing. “Is that what I think it is?” the woman behind Amanda asked. “Is it what, Jody? The man asked. Jodie was pointing to something on the dresser. The baby monitor. The man walked over to the baby camera that was on top of the dresser, pointed down directly at the crib. He picked it up and shifted it in his hands for a few seconds before pressing a button that turned it off. “We need to figure out who was watching this right away,” the man said. “They’re going to know that something is off, even if they hadn’t already seen us.” “Would it be her parents?” Jodie asked. “No, it’s just the mother,” Amanda said. “Then we need to figure out where she works and contact the sheriff’s office. Can’t risk her getting on the run. Not after this.” I was still sitting on the edge of the crib, watching their discussion, their attention momentarily diverted from me. My pacifier must have been kicked out behind the crib when I had sat up, so I placed my thumb into my mouth instead. “Are we going to need an ambulance?” “I don’t think so; she seems more or less fine physically; we can get her to the hospital in one of our vehicles.” “But we can’t do it like this. Let’s help get her cleaned up first.” The man turned back to look at me briefly. “How are we going to manage that?” “Probably best to get her cleaned up in the shower. We passed one on the way to the bedroom. I’ll go and get it started.” “Yes, you two can help the girl with getting cleaned up. I’m going to get in touch with the sheriff’s office and the hospital. They need to find her mother ASAP.” Amanda walked back over to me and then crouched so that her eyes were level with my own. “We’re going to take you to the hospital, but you need to get cleaned up first. Can I help you up?” I nodded, and Amanda slid her hands under my armpits and helped me to my feet. Amanda held my hand as I toddled alongside her to the bathroom. Jodie was in the middle of adjusting the shower temperature. I hadn’t stepped into a shower since that day when I had failed potty training when Mom had rinsed me clean from my accident with frigid cold water. Since then, Mom had given me baths, sometimes with Emilia’s help, but it was hard to ascertain how frequently I had been cleaned up like that. “Should be all set now,” Jodie said. I held my hand out tentatively, stretched out nearly enough to touch the water, but not quite there yet. “It’s OK, you can go ahead and touch it. It’s all nice and warm.” Amanda pulled up her sleeve and held her hand in the water, keeping it under the shower stream. I put my hand in next to hers. The water was just right. Warm, but only gently so, not anywhere near so hot as to scald me. “Here’s what we are going to do,” Amanda said. “We’re going to get this off of you, wipe you up some, and then we’ll finish cleaning you up in the shower.” She looked down at me as if she was expecting a response. “Can we do that?” I didn’t understand why she needed my permission to change my messy diaper or why she seemed so hesitant to call it what it was, but I nodded up and down, anyway. Her fingers fumbled around on the diaper tapes for a few seconds, unsure exactly what to do. Then she ripped them off one by one, keeping a grip on the diaper so it didn’t immediately drop down to the floor once all the tapes were off. Then the diaper was off, and with it, any remaining barrier preventing the smell of what I had done in it from escaping. The odor wasn’t pleasant in any way, but I was much more used to it than the two women who were helping me get cleaned up, both of whom appeared to be stifling the need to gag. One woman held the diaper beneath me while the other ran cold, wet wipes along my bottom, depositing them into the diaper. After a dozen wipes, she rolled up the diaper and tossed it in the trash. “There has to be an air freshener somewhere,” Jodie said as she turned on the bathroom fan and opened several cupboards. She found the can she was looking for and made a few broad, sweeping sprays across the bathroom. “Just one more thing to do now: we need to get you in the shower.” Amanda placed a supporting arm around me as I stepped into the shower. The warm, pounding water caressed my skin as I stood with my back to the shower. Each woman grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe me down, both around my waist and then my arms and legs, everything except my hair, which they had done up in a bun to avoid it getting wet. Had they said they would take me to the hospital after this? But why? I wasn’t sick. Even Amanda had admitted that I appeared healthy? Everything in my mind still felt a bit fuzzy. I was struggling to make sense of what was going on. I shivered as the water was turned off abruptly, and then a large towel was draped around me as Amanda helped me out of the bathtub. “Sarah, can you tell us where your mom might be?” “Work.” “And where does your mother work?” I shrugged beneath the towel. “I dunno.” “And your little sister? What about Emilia?” “School.” The brief interrogation ended as they finished drying me off and led me back to the bedroom. I laid on the bed out of habit, even though they hadn’t placed a changing pad onto the sheets. There was a raised voice coming from somewhere else in the house. But just one person. It sounded like the man was yelling at someone over the phone. The women looked at each other. “I’m sure there have to be clothes for her somewhere,” Jodie said. They went over to my dresser and pulled open nearly every drawer before selecting an outfit for me to wear. I held my arms up as the women slid a t-shirt and hoodie over me. But seeing the next item of clothing they wanted to put on me caused me to cross my legs and shake my head from side to side. Amanda was holding a pair of underwear that she must have found in the dresser. “You can do it,” she said, holding the underwear out in front of me. “No one is going to make you wear diapers anymore. You can put it on yourself if you want to.” What was she talking about? Being made to wear diapers? That wasn’t true. I wanted to wear them. I wanted to wear them because I wasn’t capable of being potty trained. “But I wanna wear diapies.” Jodie sighed softly and sat down on the bed next to me. She placed an arm around my shoulder. She waved her other hand around the room. At the crib. At the stacks of diapers in the closet. At the diaper changing supplies sitting atop the dresser. “None of this is right. You’re a teenager. And it wasn’t right for your mom to treat you like this for so long. It’s OK for you to want to wear underwear again.” I looked back and forth between the two women. They didn’t get it. Maybe Mom could explain it properly to them in a way I couldn’t, not with baby words. I tried to think of some big girl words that might do the trick, but they all seemed to elude me. But if there was one thing that Mom had fully ingrained in me, it was being obedient to authority figures, so I let the women dress me how they wanted to. After I uncrossed my legs, the women continued dressing me, getting the underwear on and then pulling on a pair of leggings and socks. I still felt naked as I got off of the bed. Walking felt unnatural with the absence of a diaper and the way the padding between my legs would impact my gait. I waddled a little as if there was an imaginary diaper still between my legs. At least the yelling off on the other side of the house had stopped. “Jodie, can you go find a jacket for Sarah? It’s getting pretty cold out right now?” Jodie hurried off ahead while Amanda walked slowly beside me, holding my hand. I didn’t really want to go to the hospital. But I didn’t want to not comply with these nice ladies, either. “Where’s mommy?” “We don’t know where mommy is right now. But I think it’s best to have a break from seeing her.” I paused a few feet from the bedroom door. My voice quivered slightly. “But…” Amanda took hold of my hand. “We’ll get a nice warm jacket on you before we get out to the car. And then, we can stop and get something to eat on the way to the hospital. Does that sound good?” I was hungry. It had to be close to when Mom would come home with Emilia. I let Amanda lead me out of the bedroom. I took three steps into the hallway, and then everything was warm and wet in my pants. Only I didn’t have a diaper on, so the wetness spread out, running down the legs of my jeans and dripping into an ever-growing puddle between my feet on the floor. There is a reason that only big girls are allowed to wear underwear.

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You have good points. I kinda wish I could afford to have that surgery done, but I have issues I can't pee sometimes , I sometimes pee without being able to stop. I am on 24/7 pain meds. I have been diapers 24/7 for a long time? I think 2014? and I wore them to work everyday working out in the field an electrician . I do love the idea of having no control so I would have a steady small flow. A Balance . But I have had soo many cancer surgeries I don't want to do anymore at all. So I chose other ways and still trying to get that balance. But its to each there own. We have no choices of what anyone does, only thing we can do is offer our experience and our Advice and keeping it at that.

(Insert aforementioned disclaimer about respecting your life your choices etc) By that statement it sounds like you really aren't ready to be stuck in diapers 24/7. I've worn 24/7 for very long stints, living with family, at work, on trips with friends, countless flights. I've visibly leaked and wet my clothes in public many times. I've purchased adult diapers, where it was clear they were for me many times. Many people in my life know, some have made small remarks to confirm their observations. I am probably more "accustomed" to wearing 24/7 than you given your description. The one thing that seems to break my many month long stints is the realization that despite my "acclimatization" to being in thick diapers all the time for months on end, I am at its core self conscious of my buldge, butt shape, leaks, smells, to a point that it makes me avoid social interaction (not completely but it is limiting) and honestly bring on a kind of depression. Despite my love of diapers and instant cravings to return and lack of a real purge cycle, it's nice to slip on a pair of underwear if I want to be "normal" for a day or a week. I guess it's like how trans surgeons require people to live as the gender they are transitioning to before performing radical interventions. If you haven't walked through your office with a wet patch on your butt, or waddled down the aisle of a plane with a visibly sagging diaper butt, or sat down for a picnic with your extended family and a diaper bulge on your shorts, you are ignorant of the reality of the life you're jumping into. But also you're a pioneer and I hope you (and wetguy and others) continue to update us. If all goes well maybe I'll get the surgery someday... (if my 24/7 usage doesn't obviate the need).

@rusty pins As a parent, I can tell you that makes sense. As a parent, I can tell you that unless you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and you have a healthy trust fund, potty training would be a priority so money could be spent on essentials like food, a reliable car so you can get to work and maybe even a mortgage. Hugs, Freta

It was already mentioned that would be six years in the future. Even if her mom ends up in prison, she'll be out long before then. As bad as Sarah's treatment and trauma are, she still won't end up with more than a year or two behind bars if I had to guess. If it was a longer sentence, I could see the sequel dealing with her and her mother reconnecting post-prison. @MinnesotaWriter It's not often that I feel the same pain as my readers with cliffhangers, but to be truthful I'm feeling slightly like karmic payback is coming my way with the wait! 🤣

"Kayla. That's a pretty name. Let me show you to our diaper collection" She walks over to the diaper aisle "We have Pampers Princess for girls, and a few other varieties. Maybe I can help you pick out a pattern"

If it feels right, do it, @diapijay. I first stashed my big boy underpants up behind the winter tires in the garage, reasoning that if I really needed them, I could get them, but that it wouldn't be the result of caving to an impulsive moment, or a twinge of anxiety - I wanted to try and power through, take a deep breath and wear my diapers like a big boy, even when I sometimes thought I didn't want to, or I had misgivings. Then, later, once I'd been 24/7 for the better part of a year, those boxers in that bag had long ago stopped calling to me, and I realized that to be authentically who I wanted to be, both here, and in real life, I needed to part ways with them. It was still a bit scary, but also thrilling, to send them to their final resting place. I can have a bag of boxers in my hand for $20, in about 20 minutes, anytime between 7 AM and 11 PM, and there are 24 hour stores in the city. SO it's not like I'm completely without recourse, if some situation arises, where I absolutely need to wear boxers. But it's like an alcoholic who doesn't stock booze or a person on a diet who doesn't keep chips in the cupboard - it's not that those things are unachievable, it's just that you can't succumb to impulse anymore - going and getting them requires some effort and some premeditation, so you are more likely to stay the course, in those early days, when you're nervous as a deer sometimes about wearing diapers somewhere new (or at least I was). Now, I could have a dresser drawer full of boxer shorts and it wouldn't matter - they wouldn't tempt me, they'd just be a waste of money. But I'm 5 years in. Baby steps, my friend! Good luck and Godspeed.

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.

If Kayla hears one more word about babies don’t do this and that! She’s going to karate kick them! I would if I knew karate she thinks to herself as she’s buckled in. “Ugh I’m not even thirsty!” She cries After a threat of a spanking then drinking it she takes and starts to drink as the car pulls out the baby’s going out for the first time in public in her diapers. Kayla drinks her bottle as nervous as a cat in a char full of rocking chairs. I can’t believe this is happening. She feels a little pee squirt in her diaper. Not now she thinks as she’s finished half the bottle. “I’m good.” She says handing Amy her bottle.

@Little Sherri we have a straight pipe for the washer Grey water from the washer out to the yard but we also have some type of septic system for everything else. I don't know anyone with a lagoon so I'm not familiar with them other than being a common sight. I was speaking with a woman in a waiting room at a doctors appointment and she said her pipe to the lagoon had frozen and they couldn't use anything otherwise it just backed into the house. She said her straight pipe faced due north as does our grey water pipe. She told me her son had the same issue but he put a right angle elbow at the end and it prevented the wind directly blowing into the pipe and kept it from freezing up. She plans the same fix for hers. Our town population is 120 not counting us outside the town limits. We don't have building codes or building permits we just do whatever we need to. Hugs, Freta

I love this imagery - I wish I had done this. Mine was an impulsive decision... I was moving, getting rid of a lot of stuff, and I had a bag of my big boy underwear stashed in my garage with the winter tires. I spontaneously decided that the time had come. It required a James Bond level of secrecy. I had my diapers stashed in the ceiling of our basement. I would generally go down there to change them. Since I was (and am) the primary trash collector in the family, nobody ever audited the contents of our garbage bags, so the disposal was not too difficult. Then, as now, she tended to go up to our bedroom once the kids were in bed, and wind down watching TV, usually falling asleep in the process, so I would wait her out, and then tiptoe into the room and get dressed for bed in the bathroom, and wear a pair of shorts or trackpants over my diaper until I was under the covers, and then I'd slip them off, and keep them on the floor next to me in case a smoke alarm went off or the dog started throwing up in the middle of the night. I wore quiet diapers whenever I didn't have heavy jeans and a long t-shirt or sweater on. I generally got up earlier than her so it was easy for me to get dressed before she was awake. But, I knew I was playing with fire and that it was just a matter of time until she noticed something, and also, at that point, the diapers were coming between us, because normally I would have tended to hang out with her at least sometimes, later in the evenings. But instead I was watching TV by myself (or on this site) until midnight to make sure she was comatose, so that I could sleep in a diaper. Plus, I was going to be joining them on that vacation I talked about, and there was no way I could operate in Europe out of a suitcase for two weeks, sharing a hotel room, and also secretly be wearing diapers. I would also have to go diaper shopping, for example, because I couldn't bring two weeks worth of them - I'd have needed a whole other full-size suitcase. What was I going to do with a box of diapers, in a hotel room? Put them in the safe? Under the mattress? There was no way. Opening up to her was extremely risky and anxiety-provoking, but it's the best thing I ever did, because now when she's watching TV at 10 PM, I'm usually beside her, reading something or watching what she's watching (if it's not crap...), and I'm usually wearing a diaper and a t-shirt. On that vacation, we left our kids with our friends, and went to a French supermarket, and while we were shopping for bread and cheese and wine, I bought a box of diapers, brought it back to our room, and put it in the closet (our kids were in a second room). I have a corner in the basement occupied by cases of diapers now, and occasionally, she reorganizes them or complains that I'm expanding my kingdom, if there's a sale and I buy some extra cases. Online ordering was the other factor - I used to have to buy diapers in person, because obviously UPS showing up at some random time when I wasn't home, and dropping off a case of 48 large nursery-printed diapers, was going to raise questions...

Do you have to have it pumped out occasionally? This is interesting - I've never heard of this. I've heard of "straight-piping", which is where homes, mostly rural mobile homes, run a grey-water (drains other than toilets) or sometimes even black-water (toilets) pipe out into a low area, and then basically hope that drainage separate the solids from the liquids, and decomposition gradually breaks down the solids. It's illegal in most places now because of ground and surface water contamination issues, and the fact that flies and other pests infest it, and then go walk all over everyone's food at the picnic table. But illegal or not, if people don't have the money to put in septic or holding tanks, and there's no sewers, there aren't many options. I took the dog for a walk in -21 the other night and he decided, possibly for the first time in his young life, that he wanted to curtail the adventure even before I did. "Er, if I just do my business, can we go back inside? I don't need to sniff 47 trees tonight. We can do that when it's warmer."

Good for you! Great that you are going 3 months first to see how it will go for you if you do make the jump to "full" diaper dependence! From what you wrote, I get the idea you are mostly in your R/V traveling, washing diapers in your R/V, doing what I perceived as mostly not out in public much (I'm living in rv traveling around the country so I don't have to worry about people I know finding out right now). I suggest that you venture out a lot, even going to the point you are among crowds of people at stores like Walmart, even some tourist sites like a museum or park like Disneyland, places where you will be among a lot of people or away from the R/V for most of the day. If you really want to see about how it will be going full time diaper dependent, you need to put yourself in every situation you can over the next 3 months. Be out in the public around people with a poopy diaper. Be in places where you will need to take a diaper bag and change in a restroom when needed. Wear different clothing like shorts in hot weather and be prepared if you look bulky enough for people to notice, especially since cloth diapers are usually a lot bulkier than disposables. Also think about what you will eventually have to tell people you know about why you now wear diapers. If you go diaper dependent, you will be in all kind of places and situations throughout daily life where you may mess your diaper, soak your diaper, have to go somewhere to change when not at home or with your R/V not available. Use these 3 months to put yourself in every possible situation wearing your diapers so you get a true idea of what it will be like when you go 24/7/365. Good luck to you!

Well, it's 11pm down here, it's 29C/84F with a dew point around 25C/77F. The evening thunderstorms missed us completely so it's just dead still now, the only noise is the AC furiously trying to cool our bedroom. Still, it's not all doom and gloom. We may have a cyclone by next weekend. Send snow!!

Yep, I did something like that. I went "24/7" for about 10 weeks late 2018. I came back out of diapers for an international trip, and to see how I felt about NOT being diapered. For me, I found it sucked NOT being diapered. I put on a BetterDry at LAX whilst waiting for my flight back home in April 2019 and have been diapered ever since. Cloth "on the road" will be a challenge for sure 🤣

Will be incontinent in all the ways! Are you talking about a plastic bed sheet? Plastic is so dang hot. BUT they make breathable bed pads. I have a couple like this and absolutely love them. They are big enough that you don't have to worry about rolling off and leaking off the side. Also big enough to double as a changing mat in a pinch. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01F7NLHDS/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o06_s00?ie=UTF8&th=1

Thanks for the thoughtful post. I admit, I also wonder why others who have had the surgery may not be as interested in continuing to share. I try to understand, especially since I may feel the same way, soon. But I so wish to connect with them. So I do believe I'll continue to share updates and be available. I have no reason to think I'll go dark. Do you have another idea for sharing the story? Do you just mean the thread could be deleted or lost unexpectedly not by my actions? I would be open to alternatives if necessary. An update for today: Two more things happened that makes this journey feel confirmed. One, my passport arrived today, so now I have it in hand. It's kinda cool-looking. I've never had one before. Two, the center confirmed they received my payment for the initial deposit for the surgery. Since those things are done and my labs were approved, and I have a hotel booked (partially refundable) and plane tickets booked (non-refundable) I am not only committed by the thousands of dollars... I think I'm actually all ready now. I can't think of anything else I need to do, aside from packing my bags. Certainly a lot has happened in the 10 days since my initial consultation. At this point, I alternate between being painfully impatient, and then realizing this is actually about to happen, and having a full-body rush feeling when I realize I'm going to be in DIAPERS whether I like it or not, FOREVER. The other occasional feeling I have is some sort of unconscious assumption that this plan won't really work. I'll have the surgery and feel all the pain and potentially dangerous complications, but I'll still be continent. To be clear, there are no guarantees. I'll be out the money, I'll go home, and I'll wait. It's not a magic bullet. One of the individuals who had the surgery posted in a different thread that while he's glad he had it done, it's not 100% incontinence like in the fantasy stories. Another patient I have been in contact with directly. He initially had constant dribbling but now his bladder is partially filling and then having unexpected leaks. With an occasional blockage feeling. And while initially he soaked diapers overnight, now his bladder fills and wakes him up. When he stands up in the morning, he wets his diaper. He still wets unexpectedly many times a day. Both patients had strictures. One told me his erections are weaker. There are guaranteed to be side effects. I fully expect to have tightening and blockages that require fixing, weaker erections, pain, and maybe regret. So I'm realistic (I think), but I'm still SO excited. Regardless of the complications I will certainly need to wear diapers everywhere for the rest of my life. I will still pee frequently, unexpectedly, and uncontrollably. And that still sounds absolutely fantastic, and worth anything else I have to deal with. 25 days left until surgery 🙂

I was lucky last winter I was able to get hold of a case of Seni Quatros locally and together with the little stash I'd put together of other padding was warmly diapered every night for three months. As hot and sweaty as they can get in summer in winter it's a nice soft warm layer to keep the chill away. It's rough for us non snowbirds too. I didn't feel the cold near as much when I was younger. But the last few years I've felt it much more. It's not supposed to feel this cold. If I wanted to feel chilly I could move to Denver or even further north.

SARAH'S BABY GIRL Ian walked around his desk and sat down. He gestured for Priscilla to take a seat as well, while glancing at his telephone. He was relieved to see that the light was not flashing. For a while at least, he would not have to deal with Donnie Freeman, although he badly wanted to talk with Irina. “Suzie Marshall and PISS,” he said without preamble. “What was that all about?” “Best guess?” Priscilla nodded her head, thinking about it. “Best guess is that Suzie takes your well groomed, neatly dressed young men at face value. Best guess is that she views them as financially attractive prospects, and is unleashing her girls to charm and seduce. Keep in mind, Ian, that Feminist Revolution or no Feminist Revolution, many young women still come to university in pursuit of their bachelor-- and I'm not talking about a diploma.” “Well, I owe her big time, so I'd like to do something to help. How about asking her to host a party, and invite the male students in both of my classes to interact socially with her brood? After what I saw this morning, I'd say that some of these guys need to get out more, if only in self-defense. Take it from someone who knows South Korea well: the girls there would eat them alive.” "Well, it all depends, doesn't it?” Priscilla was also trying to get a handle on what she had witnessed over the last hour. “You heard my Dad; he asked you straight out if you're running a covert training program for the alphabet agencies. And I listened very carefully to your answer. You didn't say 'yes', Ian, and you didn't say 'no'; rather, you danced around the subject. Your evasion was actually quite artful.” Ian sighed, and sadly shook his head. He really, really liked Priscilla, and he needed to close the distance that was visibly opening between them. “I told your father the truth, Priscilla: I don't know a damn thing about my students. Why would I? The intelligence community operates on a need to know basis. Everything's compartmentalized. Keeping me in the dark gives me what's known in the trade as 'plausible deniability' … and I can't share secrets that I don't possess.” “Speculate.” “Huh?” Ian looked at her blankly. “Come on, Ian, just stop it! You are a highly trained, experienced intelligence officer. I'm not asking you to tell me what you know. I want to know what you suspect!” Priscilla was determined to get to the truth, and she was not in the mood to play games. “All right.” Ian threw up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I'm guessing that the guys wearing tailored suits were sent here fresh out of Quantico, while the guys wearing jackets off the rack at Penney's are just what they seem-- a batch of young execs with the well compensated futures that sorority girls apparently dream about. Is that answer good enough?” “It's a start. Now, why would you want to unleash a bunch of hard cases on these sorority girls? Yes, most of them are sexually experienced, but when it comes to the real world, they're terribly naive. Do you really want to do this to Wendy Stafford?” “No, I suppose not,” Ian conceded, thinking about how badly his marriage to Emily had turned out. “But now you're engaging in speculation that's unwarranted, if only because you are painting with far too broad a brush. Let me give you a specific example. In due course, you are going to meet my Best Man. His name is Donnie Freeman. We fought side by side in the defense of Hue, and when Donnie was wounded, my team laid down smoke and I crawled out to drag him to safety. Donnie was already married to his college sweetheart-- he's a Princeton man-- and he had a daughter born only twelve days before he shipped out. He's still married to Elaine, and they now have three terrific children-- ah, but he's the Deputy Director in charge of our covert operations worldwide … the guy who gave me the assignments that underlie most of the stamps in my passport. Pris, I have dinner with his family every time I'm in DC; it's hard for me to see him as some kind of monster just because he works for the Agency. I simply won't go there, and I'm not about to typecast my students!” “And what about Sarah? Sarah, and Vickie, and Rita? Are you going to go on playing Secret Agent Man after you're married? Is that fair? God, Ian, how can you be so fucking blind?” Priscilla was on her feet, venting her anger. “Donnie wants me in Poland next week,” Ian quietly replied. “I turned him down, Pris, because you're absolutely right. I made the mistake of leading a double life once, and I won't make it again. I've handed in my retirement notice. I'm finished, though I'll go on teaching any students they send me. After all, it is my job.” Ian stood up, and turned away to stare blindly out the window. “Officer Canon,” he asked, his back still turned to her, “do you wish to be reassigned?” “No,” she said after giving it a moment's thought. “No … I want to stay on. I like you … I like you a lot. And besides, no one else in the Department would be willing to change your shitty diapers! So, I guess that you're stuck with me.” “Not how I would phrase it,” Ian softly laughed, “but then I like you too. Are we still on for Thursday night?” “I'm game, and so is Amos. It turns out that he has a few vacation days left this year, and he needs to use them or lose them. But are you sure that you know what you're doing? Sarah is going to be monumentally pissed, and she'll unleash her wrath on both you and Vickie.” “We'll survive.” Turning around, Ian resumed his seat. “We want Sarah to manage our household, and so does Rita. Somebody has to take charge, set the rules, and enforce them evenly. And Sarah has volunteered. The thing is, she has to rule from the heights of Olympus, not the depths of Hades. A few workable rules that we all agree to are better than a lot of unworkable rules that we don't. Thursday night is about teaching Sarah the importance of letting us be ourselves. Think of it as a battle of wills.” “Interesting. If someone starts a pool, I'm putting my money on Sarah. She strikes me as one tough cookie.” “Speaking of wagering, will your dad show up tomorrow night?” “He might. Do you want me to … um … ask him to come along … maybe serve as a referee?” “Well, I'd like to get him drunk … two hail fellows well met, so to speak. But I suppose his job's tough enough without showing up with a hangover.” “Oh, it wouldn't be the first time,” Priscilla giggled, “not by any stretch of the imagination. Dad has been known to really tie one on!” “Well, just make sure he understands that being your father doesn't buy him special treatment. Hong Kong rules are Hong Kong rules.” “Dad would be insulted if you cut him any slack! He insists that he's still at the peak of his game, even if he does have a bit of a prostate problem..” “Offer him a diaper. It will save him a sizable chunk of change.” “My dad wearing a diaper?” Priscilla frowned. “Nope, don't want to go there.” “Speaking of diapers, we need to figure out how many we need, and how we're going to get them out of the hospital.” “Got it covered. Amos is going to bring everything we need in his truck. We'll spread the stuff out on the bar, but there won't be any takers. These guys all believe that stakeouts have blessed them with cast iron bladders.” “And Amos will also stick to his tighty whities,” Ian laughed, “although he should know better. How about you, Pris? Going to swallow your pride and wear a diaper?” “Yep. I'll ask Vickie to do the honors. And leave Amos to me. Now, about the party that you would like Suzie to throw for your fine young men … I'll make a deal with you.” “Yes?” “I'll help you make the pitch. Guarantee, shall we say, that the campus police will be looking the other way that night. And in return ...” “Still waiting.” “In return, on Saturday night I want you to come clean. Tell Sarah, Vickie, Rita … no, tell everybody what you've been doing for your country all these years. Heck, I'll bring my Johnny Rivers cassette, and play Secret Agent Man in the background. And no, I don't expect you to spill classified secrets … God, forbid. The idea is to give everyone a pretty clear idea of what you're giving up to focus on building a wonderful, new life with the women you love. The more you share, the greater their sense of reassurance that the four of you can actually make this work.” Mulling it over, Ian slowly and thoughtfully nodded his head in agreement. He had kept Emily completely in the dark about his extracurricular activities, and when she became suspicious and started to probe, he had tossed out one lie after another, inevitably to become enmeshed in the web of his own deceit. She had accused him of serial infidelity, and from her point of view his denials were just more lies to be added to the ever growing pile. He had told young Tippi Bjornsen the truth: given enough time, even the most trivial falsehoods corrode trust, and no relationship can survive its collapse. He had learned this lesson the hard way, and he did not want to repeat this particular mistake twice. “It needs to happen, Pris; you're right about that. But I can only skate over the surface, like I did with you. The details of just about everything I've done since Hue are highly classified. Hell, I don't even want the Circle to know that SACSA reported to the President … the more people find that out, the more likely it becomes that it'll show up as a segment on Sixty Minutes. Can't have that.” Priscilla stood up, and reached for Ian's diaper bag. She pulled out two bottles of breast milk, her touch confirming that they were still warm. “It's time for your snack, then I'll change you.” She got down on the floor, and leaned her back against one of the filing cabinets. Ian joined her, resting his head in her arm, his feet sprawled out beneath the desk. “I've got an idea for how we can broach the subject, and make my tell-all seem more natural.” She guided the nipple to his lips, and Ian opened his mouth to receive the teat. He began suckling without even thinking about it. Priscilla burst out laughing. “This is so absurd,” she commented. “I mean, here we are … the Secret Agent Man and the policewoman, and what are we doing as we conspire to bare your secrets without committing high treason in the process? I'm cradling you in my arms, nursing you from a baby bottle, and getting ready to change your wet and possibly dirty diaper. I keep asking myself how I could possibly explain our actions to my parents, and I keep coming up blank.” Ian pushed the bottle away. “You might start with the piece of metal lodged in my spinal cord, and explain how it got there. And you might point at the cane that Vickie insists I start carrying everywhere I go. It tells its own tale.” “You're right, Ian, and I apologize. Anyway, what's your idea?” “Give it some time to see if the subject comes up, but if it doesn't seem like it's in the cards, ask about our honeymoon plans.” Priscilla frowned, not seeing the opening. “Go on,” she urged. “Sarah's talking about a Caribbean honeymoon, which is fine with me, but I would banish Jamaica and Trinidad from the discussion. When asked why, I would truthfully admit that MI6 would have a fit if I showed up in either place. Then I'd explain why.” “MI6 being the British version of the CIA?” “Yep … and oddly enough, the Chief is a guy named Maynard Soames … 'M' for short.” “Weirder and weirder,” Priscilla said with a smile as she corralled a stray lock and swept it off Ian's forehead. “I swear, not even Hollywood could make this shit up. Still, it should work; you could, for example, tell Vickie about Timbuktu and other exotic ports of call.” “That's the plan.” “I'm good with it. Now,” Priscilla said as she once again brought the baby bottle to his lips, “let's finish your ba bas and change your diaper. Your office hour is coming up fast, and Sorority Row will probably be out in force!” . . . . “Enter,” Rita said in response to the tentative knock on her door. She looked at Vickie, who was slouched in her chair. Both of them had a pretty good idea who was politely waiting to enter. Like Vickie, Sarah shut the door firmly behind her. She wasn't surprised to see that her baby girl had got here first. They both needed moral support, and Rita was the anchor in this particular storm. It was only when she looked at the chair, which was normally buried under a stack of files but now sat empty, that she realized Rita had been expecting them both. “You read your report, Stretch?” Vickie had decided that there was no point in beating around the bush. “Not yet. You?” “Uh, uh. I'm so freaking scared that the only thing I'd do with the letter opener is stab myself! Hats off to Rita for having the balls to do this in private.” “Balls?” Sarah cocked an eyebrow. “You know what I mean,” Vickie sniffed. “Indeed, I do. And you're right … Rita, how on earth were you able to do this by yourself? If my report is bad news, I'm going to fall apart, and I need my friends to pick up the pieces!” “It was late,” Rita shrugged, “and I was tired. I just wanted to get it over with, go home, and get some sleep. To be honest, I never considered what would happen if the report crushed my hopes. I still would have gone home, I suppose, but to get drunk and pass out. As it is, Linda has told me in no uncertain terms that I need to change my lifestyle-- get away from this desk, get more fresh air and exercise … and cut back on the coffee and booze. She's right.” “What are the odds that she wrote the same thing on all three reports,” Vickie laughed. “Once we start lactating,” Sarah warned, “the three of us are going on a caffeine free diet. And we are going to start tapering off the alcohol right now. Oh, we can still drink, but not to excess.” “Saturday nights will never be the same,” Rita sighed. “The Circle may expel us,” Vickie countered. “Party poopers can be a real drag.” “Speaking of pooping,” Sarah interjected, “how's your diaper holding up?” She was staring at Vickie, but our of the corner of her eye she was studying Rita's reaction. “You should have brought my diaper bag; I'm good right now, but however the report comes out, I'm going to start crying. Once the dam bursts, this diaper is in for a soaking.” “My mistake,” Sarah admitted. “But don't worry about leaks; going forward, we're going to use baby diapers as stuffers. Then I won't have to change you so often, but your pants will still hide your secret.” “Having Vickie running down to the third floor every couple of hours will draw attention,” Rita offered, “and it will disrupt her work routine. It would be better if I changed her here. I'll collect a diaper pail, a changing pad … the lot. Just supply me with some of Ian's diapers from the service, some stuffers, and I'll take it from there.” “You're willing to change her?” Sarah was shocked. “Yes. Sarah, Vickie and I agree that you must take charge of our household, or this will never work. You set the rules, including punishments for disobedience, and then enforce them fairly. I agree with you that our baby girl belongs in diapers full time; indeed, I'm thinking about putting her bed in storage, and converting her bedroom into a nursery. It will easily hold two cribs, so we can bed the two babies down in the same room.” Sarah clapped her hands as a huge grin spread across her face. She was absolutely delighted with the turn of events. “Oh, goody,” Vickie whined. “Now I have an auntie to go with my new mommy.” “That's right, baby girl.” There was a triumphant note in Sarah's voice. “And neither your auntie nor your mommy are going to tolerate your usual antics. We shall both be spanking you, and paddling you. You will quickly learn that, in our household, zero tolerance is the rule!” “Not fair,” Vickie whined again. She badly wanted to put her thumb in her mouth and start sucking away, but too much drama might arouse Sarah's suspicions. The whole point of this song and dance was to have Rita confirmed as “Auntie Rita,” not “baby Rita.” The household would need a second adult to check Sarah's dictatorial tendencies, which had already surfaced to an alarming degree. “I like the idea of converting her bedroom into a nursery.” Sarah ignored Vickie's whining. “That way, we will only need the one changing table that you had delivered yesterday. And I've already started bottle feeding her with breast milk, so that changing table is going to see a lot of action!” “You have? That's wonderful! Once again, if you want me to help out, I'd be glad to feed her. I have visions of nursing Ian and Vickie at the same time … I can't wait!” “You have? Me, too!” Sarah was ecstatic. She knew that Vickie and Ian would be too much for her to handle alone, but with Rita at her side, Sarah was confident that her babies could finally be brought to heal. Finally, all of the pieces were starting to fall into place. Acting on impulse, Sarah took the envelope containing her fertility report, and slit it open with a fingernail. She rapidly scanned the contents, and her face lit with joy. “The plumbing is in good working order,” she cried; “estrogen and progesterone levels are normal … and I still have over a hundred thousand eggs in storage! Linda says that I'm good to go, although ...” Sarah laughed as she tapped one finding. “Elevated cortisol … she wants me to cut out the caffeine, and get some exercise!” “Is there anyone on the staff who could pass the hormone stress test,” Rita wondered. “You can't survive Residency without coffee … lots of coffee. And after four years, we're all addicted to the stuff.” “Your turn, baby girl, or do you want Mommy to read your report for you?” Sarah and Rita were looking at Vickie, both silently willing her findings to be equally positive. A negative result would be devastating, and not just for Vickie. One negative report would shatter all of their dreams. With badly shaking fingers, Vickie offered the envelope to Rita. “Open it for me,” she begged. Nodding, Rita took the envelope and gently broke the seal with her letter opener. But she did not remove the pages. Instead, she held out her hand. No matter the outcome, Vickie had to do this for herself. Her fingers still shaking, Vickie opened the envelope, and somehow managed to remove the pages. As she started to read, she began to cry, the tears flowing freely. She paused a few times to wipe the tears away with the back of her hand, but she kept at it. Finally, she looked up. “I can have a baby,” she sobbed. “I can have a baby!!!” . . . . “What's happening,” Herb asked. “I'm trailing the Lullaby truck,” Julia answered, “but there's been no action so far, even at a couple of stops the thieves have hit before. I'll peel off around eleven, head for the office, grab some lunch downstairs, and then amble over to the hospital. Maybe this Doctor Stevenson of yours will have a useful insight or two.” “You might also ask her about her boyfriend, starting with how well she actually knows the guy.” “What did you find out?” “About ten minutes after I ran him through the system, the FBI's Deputy Director for Counterintelligence called the Chief, and told him in no uncertain terms to back off. Duly chastised, I hopscotched it over to campus, and got there just in time to take in his early morning class. Hon, I swear it's filled with Stepford husbands, but the one guy I tailed back downtown ended up in a glass tower home to an international bank. So, I had to tell the Chief that my preliminary was inconclusive. Since we don't have the budget or the manpower to pursue this, let alone the fact that we might be investigating a federal agency, Walt suggested that I look into it in my spare time-- which means, you, Hon. The bottom line? The Chief wants you to follow up, but off the books.” “Shit.” “I hear you. What the hell are we going to say to Priscilla? She thinks this guy's the gold standard. I swear to God, if he wasn't already spoken for, Grady would end up our son-in-law!” “Shit! Shit, shit, shit!!! Herb, I refuse to lie to my daughter! Do you hear me? It isn't going to happen!” “Then, we have to do a workaround. But how?” “No. Definitely no. On Saturday night, Priscilla is going to a party at Rita Stevenson's home, where Ian, Vickie, and his fiancee Sarah will all be in attendance. I'm going to tag along, and brace him in their presence. He might be willing to give me a song and dance, but how about the women with whom he shares his life? How many lies is he prepared to tell?” . . . . “Such a crybaby,” Sarah sighed. “A regular leaky faucet,” Rita added with a grin. “Been that way as long as I've known her.” “Guilty as charged,” Vickie conceded as she continued to wipe tears away with the back of her hand. Her makeup was a mess. “Good news … bad news … any news at all … and speaking of leaks … it feels like this diaper is soaked! Mommy, you or Auntie Rita need to change me!” Sarah stood up, once again sighing theatrically. “Okay, baby girl, stand up and let Mommy have a look-see.” Once Vickie was on her feet, Sarah ordered her to turn around. “Nope,” she said, “no telltale leaks, so you're good for a while longer. Come back downstairs with me, and I'll change you in my office.” “Ian and I are sitting down for a heart to heart tomorrow afternoon,” Rita cut in. She wasn't so much changing the subject as bringing it into focus. “I'm planning to sound him out about having children. There's no point in the three of us celebrating if it turns out that he doesn't want to be a father.” “Well, we could surprise him,” Vickie laughed, though it came out as a cough. “He wouldn't be the first man to have parenthood take him by surprise!” “Are you serious?” Sarah was looking at Vickie as if she had just sprouted a second head. “Nope … just kidding. And my instincts tell me that he's gonna make a wonderful father!” “Mine, too,” Rita murmured. Not for the first time, she wondered if that was why so many women found Ian so attractive. A loyal husband and loving father was a pearl of great price, but Ian's disability, his vulnerability, would be another plus in the eyes of many women. Sensible women wanted their husbands to be strong, but not too strong. “Do I share these results with him,” Rita went on, ignoring the interruption. “Tell him what the three of us are planning?” “He has to know.” Sarah was thinking out loud. “So, I'd say yes, but just toss it out … ask him to think about it. Maybe suggest that he share his feelings with us on Saturday night?” “Ask a man to share his feelings! Oh, boy! Sarah, trust me on this … Ian is going to have a hard enough time talking about his feelings with Rita tomorrow afternoon. What are the odds that he will share them with the much enlarged Circle that awaits him on Saturday? Which reminds me ...” “Yes?” Sarah didn't have the slightest idea what Vickie was about to say. “Are we going to need more chairs?” . . . . Priscilla opened the door and stuck her head out into the corridor. It was once again awash with coeds, but there was nary a recruiter in sight. Whether the tribe had simply given up, or come to the realization that it really was Sarah to whom they would have to make their pitch, was anybody's guess. “For the moment at least,” she called out over her shoulder as she opened the door wide, “we are headhunter free, but the scalp hunters are out in force. Want to get started?” “Ready, willing, and able,” Ian laughed. “In fact, I could get addicted to this. Until now, I never realized how lonely I was during office hours-- sitting here all alone, frantically pounding away on one of tomorrow's lectures … the inevitable fate, by the way, of all first year professors. But now? Now, I open the door, and there's a charming young seductress waiting to try and claim my scalp. Life is good!” “Enjoy it while you can. Once the word gets out that you have signed on the dotted line with Marilyn Marsden, all of this will come to an end. And no doubt, I might add, to Sarah's delight.” Ian grimaced. His butt was bruised and sore, and if Sarah was true to her word, he would be receiving a spanking tonight, with another paddling planned for Thursday night. Only Ian wouldn't be there. Of course, as a consequence all hell was going to erupt on Friday morning, and there was a good chance he would still be doing damage control on Saturday night. No matter. It was obvious that his stubborn refusal to go home with her for the holidays had taught her nothing, so the lesson would have to be repeated. She could take control of their social life, but not of his friendships. As he welcomed the first of the coeds into his office and took his seat behind the desk, Ian wondered just how well Herb Canon could hold his liquor. . . . . “All right, baby girl, let's go downstairs and change your widdle diapee.” Sarah was laying it on really thick. “Um … I'd suggest that you start with a visit to the ladies room,” Rita interjected. “Her makeup's in ruins, and she'll need to change her blouse.” There were dark smudges on Vickie's cheeks and blouse where her mascara had run, and her eyes were bloodshot. Normally immaculate, Vickie looked like she had just crawled out of a really bad car wreck. Sarah nodded in agreement, and led the way. As they crossed the foyer, the few nurses who were taking advantage of their coffee breaks to write up morning reports looked up, did a double take, and then openly stared. And Vickie was oblivious to all. In the locker room, she retrieved her purse and a fresh blouse, and then followed Sarah into the restroom. Her motions were mechanical as she cleaned her face and refreshed her makeup, her mind a million miles away. Taking the elevator down to three and walking to Sarah's office to get her diaper changed, Vickie was so happy that she positively glowed. More demure by nature, Sarah nevertheless couldn't stop grinning, and whenever she and Vickie looked at one another, they both burst out laughing. They shared an incredible secret which, for the moment, they were unwilling to share, but it was obvious to everyone they passed in the hallway that something wonderful had happened to them both. Within minutes, the rumor mill was churning hospital wide. “Marilyn!!” It took effort, but Vickie somehow found her voice. The rep from Recruitment Services International was sitting quietly in a chair outside Sarah's office, briefcase at her feet. She looked up, and her mouth fell open. Sarah and Vickie were jubilant; had they just won the lottery? “It's good to see you again,” Sarah said, still grinning from ear to ear. “Have you worked up an agreement for Ian to sign?” “Yes.” Marilyn tapped the top of her briefcase. “But I thought that you would want to read it first. Professor Grady has made it quite clear that this is your decision to make, not his.” “True … all, too true.” “You have your fiance well trained. I had to wait until after the wedding to school mine.” “Ian has an aversion to making decisions. Ask him if he wants cream or sugar in his coffee, and he breaks out in a sweat! One of the things that makes him so lovable is that he owns up to his flaws, and our relationship works in no small part because he trusts my judgment.” Marilyn followed Sarah and Vickie into the office, where she extracted a thin file from her briefcase. She laid it on the desk, and picking it up, Sarah was surprised to see that there was only one sheet of paper inside. It was simply titled Memorandum of Understanding. Rapidly reading the simple paragraphs, Sarah looked at Marilyn, her question obvious. “Once Professor Grady signs the memorandum,” Marilyn explained, “it will shield him against further solicitation. To use an analogy from professional sports, I become his agent, so he can simply redirect anyone approaching him to reach out to me. We'll also give a copy of the memorandum to his department chair, whence it will make its way up to the Dean's office, and ultimately to the President's. I'll have a more detailed contract drawn up and delivered to you on Friday afternoon. You can take the weekend to look it over, but at its heart what the contract will be authorizing us to do is market Professor Grady to interested parties. I can guarantee you that, within a week, he will have offers from three to seven different firms, each of which will be courting him with a substantial increase in pay. If they wish to retain the Professor's services, it will be up to the Dean and the President to pony up the money for a significant raise. These are intelligent individuals, Sarah, and in my experience, when pressed in this manner they can become remarkably creative.” “We play the game the same way inside these walls,” Sarah observed, “but what I don't see is how you profit from this scheme.” “If Professor Grady should accept one of the outside offers, the company in question will pay me a sum equivalent to thirty percent of his first year salary for my services. If he stays put ...” Marilyn smiled knowingly. “If he stays put, the President's office will task us to locate suitable candidates for a number of administrative jobs, and when the university hires our candidates, we'll collect our customary thirty percent.” “One hand washes the other.” Vickie clapped her hands with delight. “I like your style.” “Thank you, Doctor Robinson … and if you ever want to change jobs, I would really enjoy representing you. I like the cut of your cloth as well.” “Speaking of cloth.” Sarah looked knowingly at Vickie before reaching for a sheet of letterhead. She needed only seconds to scribble a brief note for Ian, which she handed to Marilyn. The recruiter laughed out loud when she read what Sarah had written: Ian Sign this. Sarah “I'll catch him during his afternoon office hours. Do you want me to bother him with the outside offers, or bring them straight to you?” “To me.” There was no hesitancy in Sarah's voice at all. . . . . After Marilyn left, it was time for Sarah to deal with Vickie's diaper change. Dropping a changing pad on the floor, Sarah ordered Vickie to kick off her shoes, and then clasp her hands behind her neck. When Vickie complied, Sarah unbuckled Vickie's pants and slid them down her legs. Unlocking the canvas diaper cover, she lowered this and Vickie's baby pants as well. Sarah reached out to run her hand over Vickie's diaper. It was well and truly soaked, but when she peeked inside the rear, Sarah was mildly disappointed to discover that Vickie wasn't poopy. The odd laxative in her breast milk will help things along, Sarah mused. Sarah ordered Vickie to get down on the changing pad-- no easy task with her ankles trapped by her clothing, but using the desk for support, Vickie managed. Sarah swiftly unpinned her sodden diaper, then got to work with wet wipes. She was happy to see that Vickie's diaper rash was developing nicely; it would make the spanking that she would soon receive sting a great deal more. Sarah already had Vickie's next diaper ready, but she grinned maliciously as she held it up to Vickie's face. “The way you're wetting, baby girl, I thought it best to pin some baby diapers inside your adult diaper. This way, you won't have to run down here every hour or so for another change. Rita's right; the more often you come here, the more questions the staff is going to ask.” Sarah had taken two baby diapers, folded them lengthwise to yield a panel four layers thick, and pinned it to the rear of the adult diaper. She had done the same thing in the front, and since the two sets of diapers overlapped, there was now a panel eight layers thick in Vickie's crotch. Efficiently applying baby powder and tightly pinning the diapers in place, Sarah slid the baby pants and diaper cover over Vickie's hips, then listened contentedly as the lock slid home. Vickie quickly redressed, and Sarah banished her back to the seventh floor. If she manages to cum through a pad four layers thick, then the pad will increase to six and, if necessary, to eight. No more cummies for you, baby girl, unless you have my permission! Glancing at the clock, and remembering the time zone difference, Sarah decided that it would be a good time to try and reach her mother. She dialed the number that bypassed the switchboard, and was relieved to hear Sofia's voice on the other end of the line. “Hi, Mom … no, everything's good, although I could use your help. Any chance you can come down this weekend?” Sarah waited patiently, knowing that her mom would have to check both her work and personal calendars. A hospital administrator's life was a busy one. “You can? That's great … and Saturday night would be fantastic … you can join the Circle!” “No, Mom,” Sarah laughed, “you don't have to bring enough Pasties to feed us all!” Sarah would have bet a month's salary that her mother would make the offer. “Mom, I've now got two babies on my hands, and I can barely manage. Ian is shaping up nicely. He signed the D/s contract, and last night I paddled him really hard, then made him eat me out. It was mind blowing! But he's still rebellious, so I need to know what to use that's safe but even more severe than the paddle. And as for Vickie … I've got her in diapers 24/7, and within a day or two should have them doubling as a chastity belt, but she's much harder to control because she's not submissive at all, and she's probably used every toy in the marketplace. What should I do?” Sarah listened patiently, as her mother reeled off a series of suggestions. She began frantically taking notes on a scratchpad. “A paddle with holes? Got it. And a cane. But you don't want me to use a whip because it's harder to control and can do a lot of damage to the kidneys. Makes sense. The three of us are going shopping for breast pumps this afternoon; do you think that shop out in the suburbs that you were telling me about sells the paddle you're describing?” “It does? And for sure they sell canes? Outstanding!” “Thanks, Mom,” Sarah concluded. “It's time for me to take the gloves off!”

I can’t find anything about it, but I am curious what the little indicator on the top right corner of my avatar means. Thanks in advance for reading and answering.

Well, it’s undeniable at this point. Lines today again were blue. That makes a total of six times now, and five in the past week and a half. It’s also clearly not perspiration as I checked the inside as well. I’m not a bed wetter, so it’s an interesting development. My question to anyone who’s reading or cares, does this seem kind of quick? It’s only been five months.

You can go to the TSA website and download this Notification card. The white bar is blank, but it lets you type in what you want. If you get stopped by the TSA in the airport, showing them this card gets you a private screening. This is the one I carry in my wallet. No, I have not had the chance to use it since I printed and laminated it.

Early on there was a reference to an old joke about a Swede and a Jew, I didn’t get the joke and assumed it was based on some type of stereotype. There was also a reference to getting a good Jewish accountant, again another stereotype, why not just say they got a top notch or sharp accountant. There was a third reference that I can no longer remember. I always think when using a reference such as these, would I use it if speaking with one of my Jewish friends and if I did would they be offended. I think in both instances I would not want to repeat these jokes to them and yes they may very well be offended. Neither of these references are crucial to the story and could easily be rewritten to not include a reference to a religion or stereotype.

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.

I was wondering how many ABDL'S started as a person who is incontinent and needs to where nappies. For me I've needed nappies due to nerve damage from a young child and in my teens developed into ABDL.

I'm SO jealous that you can ACTUALLY fit into those. Plus they look so cute.?? Plus you could probably fit into real baby diapers if you wanted to!???????♥️??

I love my teddy at bedtime when I have my night time nappy on.