Leaderboard

This is a story about college roommates who discover the wide world of corporal punishment and diaper discipline. It starts out with lots of spanking (F/F and F/M), and the age play elements unfold much later. Hope you enjoy! — Ted was about to start his senior year at a small urban college. The school had limited housing, so dorms were reserved for freshmen and sophomores. Having spent most of his junior year in a study abroad program, Ted had missed out on the flurry of leases that his friends had secured in the spring, and he was struggling to find a place to live for his final year. It was early August and the fall term was set to start in just a couple of weeks. Ted was very anxious, still at his parents’ house for the summer but knowing he had to get to campus soon. He had put feelers out to find a place, but kept coming up empty. Ted couldn’t afford to live alone, but he also didn’t want to live with a bunch of random guys. One evening, his phone buzzed. It was a text from his friend Lara. “Hey Teddy! Hope you had a great summer. We missed you on campus last semester - some great parties at the end of the spring! Anyway, I heard through the great vine that you might be looking for a place to live in the fall?” Ted’s eyes widened. Finally! A lead! And it was great to hear from Lara. She and Ted were close - they had a great rapport and could really make each other laugh. Many of their other friends wondered why Ted and Lara had never had a fling, but it seemed each valued their friendship too much to risk getting romantic. “Hey! Yeah I had a blast in Europe, but definitely missed partying with the crew. Looking forward to being back in a few weeks. Yes I need a place to live! I am getting desperate. Do you know some guys who need a roommate?” Lara wrote back right away. “Well… not some guys… actually Stacey and I need a third for the house we rented. Ashley bailed on us at the last minute and we can’t afford the rent with just the two of us.” Ted hesitated. Room with girls? The thought had never crossed his mind, but why not? He and Lara were such good friends, and Stacey was super cool too. And a whole house? Think of the parties they could throw! Might make for a spectacular senior year. His hesitation worried Lara. She sent another message quickly while Ted was still in a daydream about a raging kegger. “Sorry if it’s weird. We’ve tried all the girls we know and everyone already has something lined up. It’s a really great house, fully furnished so no need to bring a bed or any other furniture. And it has two bathrooms so you’d have plenty of privacy. Stace and I are kinda desperate, but we talked about it and we think you’d be an awesome roommate. What do you think??” Ted snapped out of his daze and furiously texted back. “Wow thanks for thinking of me! That sounds great, I’d love to live with you ladies.” “Awesome!! You’re a lifesaver. You’re gonna love the place, I know it. We get the keys tomorrow, so you can start moving in anytime.” “Amazing! YOU are the lifesavers! I’ll start packing up and be there in a few days.” “Great. Can’t wait.” Ted collapsed back on his bed and let out a huge sigh. He felt like he could finally breathe. Not only had his housing crisis been solved, he would get to live with two great girls in a party palace. His mind wandered to his two new house mates. Both of them were great friends and had similar personalities to Ted - they worked hard and played hard, got good grades and loved to laugh and party. They were also both very easy on the eyes. Lara’s long black hair was cut with cute bangs in front, giving way to her warm brown eyes. She had exquisite tits and a full figure that would make an hour glass jealous. She wasn’t quite taller than Ted, but her long slender legs were a marvel. Stacey, on the other hand, was in fact taller than Ted. She was curvy with wide hips, ample breasts and an ass to match. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were very inviting, though she did have a somewhat domineering side - not mean or stern, almost maternal. Laying on his bed imagining the faces of his new roommates - faces he hadn’t seen for several months - it dawned on Ted that some sexual tension could arise in this new living arrangement. There had always been a bit of that anyway with Lara, but now sharing close quarters, Ted worried it could get awkward. But nothing he couldn’t handle. Any tension would be well worth it to be able to spend his senior year with these two lovely ladies in a house that was sure to be the envy of the rest of his friends. A smile spread across Ted’s face. It was going to be a great year.

Chapter 81: Carted “WE’RE GOOD WITH the classroom footage,” Sebastian said, “and the third take of the office worked well!” Beth sighed in relief, even as she cringed that the first footage was even a thing. It wasn’t called for in the script, so she was more than a little mortified it was added! “Good, so onto the car seat conversation?” Charlotte asked him. “Start from you putting her into the car seat. That’s the one thing that didn’t look quite right. You need to look more frustrated than you do so that you make her nervous for the conversation that follows?” “Got it!” Charlotte said. “And any notes for the other actress?” “Just look happy you have mommy, but maybe a little nervous because of her body language?” Sebastian said. Beth nodded, “Okay, I’ll try?” “Great! Places everyone!” Moments later, when the buckle was latched on the car seat, Beth asked quietly, “Are you mad at me, Mommy?” Charlotte said her line, concerned suddenly, “Why would I be mad, princess?” Beth noted the adlib but replied as they’d practiced, “Because I’m… I’m nothing but a… a diaper-wearing baby?” Beth worked hard to make tears possibly rim her eyes. “Of course not, sweetie!” Charlotte said, making herself seem far warmer somehow. “Where did you hear that from?!?” “Miss Dani?” Beth watched Charlotte color her face red, balling her fists up. “The nerve…” Charlotte sighed and tried to smile at her failing daughter, “She’s wrong, sweetie, but we need to talk about the diapees. I don’t think I can find another daycare this week for you.” Beth nervously asked, “Can I come to work with you?” She added, “I’ll stay out of the way?” Charlotte gave her a small smile, “Sorry, sweetie, they don’t like CEOs bringing their daughters to meetings.” Beth forced herself to look scared like they’d talked about before nervously asking, “So I have to wear diapees at school?” After a resigned sigh, Charlotte said, “Seems like you do?” Beth wanted to barf more than to say the following line but forced a smile and an excited “Yay!” “Cut!” she heard before Charlotte could respond. “Something wrong?” Charlotte asked? “Not with the acting, though I would like a bit more of a smile to show how much you prefer diapees, Callie. I just want to get better angles on both of your faces. Let’s take the top off the car and take it from the top of the lines after you buckle her in.” “Ugh!” Beth complained even as she was trapped in the car seat like a genuine little girl. “Sorry, Beth, we’ll try and get this done in the next take,” Charlotte said sympathetically. Unfortunately for Beth, it took three more takes! Finally, they continued onto the next set of lines, with Charlotte asking her, “Why are you happy about wearing diapers?” “Because… If a baby uses a diapee, they don’t get in trouble? So I won’t get in trouble no more!” “Any more…” Charlotte motherly corrected with a sigh, “You’re right, you won’t get in trouble for using your baby diapees.” Beth watched as she sighed, leaned down, and kissed her on the forehead, “I will always love you, baby girl, no matter what you wear.” Beth watched Charlotte close her passenger door and walk to the driver’s seat. She couldn’t see her as she worked the generated controls, and the scenery around them began moving. “We’re going to need to stop at the grocery store on the way home, sweetie. I promise we’ll be quick, though!” “And Cut!” Beth heard. “Do we need to do that last part again?” Charlotte asked. “Will?” Sebastian asked. “I think we’re good guys; it worked well, we had good coverage, and I think everything we need is there?” “Great!” Sebastian said, “Everyone take five while we get the set changed over.” “Come on,” Charlotte said, unbuckling Beth, “That took a lot longer than it should have. I might as well get another break in here. I think there’s some coffee going in the shop, too.” Beth found herself nodding, “I’ll just get something from my bag, though. I’m already wired enough from this.” Charlotte gave her a sympathetic hug as she sat her on the ground and walked beside her. With Charlotte’s help, she again used the restroom even though she didn’t need to go that badly. Beth took a drink from her water bottle stash after ensuring the anti-tamper seals were still good. Amanda had suggested she take some just in case for around the set, and she was glad she did. The open coffee pot that Charlotte drank from seemed like it would invite poisoning! They were still standing in the room when Gary came in, “Okay, all good now?” He asked the two of them. They nodded. “Great, now we are going to film the grocery store montage. There won’t be any dialogue that we’ll necessarily use. Still, they want to make sure it’s obvious that the diaper is used to change at the end.” Beth blanched, “You don’t expect me to…?” He had the good graces to laugh, “No, I mean you could if you wanted to?” Sebastian had entered right then, “Gary…” “I’m kidding, and you know it.” Looking at Beth, “I hope you know it too, Beth, you’re an adult college student; this role doesn’t change that.” “Thanks for saying that,” Beth said. “So if not… then how?” “PooPloders,” he said with a smile, holding out a double-ended small circular device connected with a ribbon. Each end seemed about the size of an ultrathin compact. I SHRUGGED AT Mackenzie, “I guess?” I sighed, “I’d like to pass the class, and it’s the project?” “So you’re playing the dunce?” I shook my head, “No, I’m the ‘buddy,’ Beth is playing the dunce.” Mackenzie turned white, “Do they not know who you two are?!?” I shrugged, “I think everyone does now?” “I want to see this script!” Mackenzie said worriedly. “My grandparents know about it? So do Beth’s parents?” “I still want to see this script?” She insisted. “I’ll email it to you as soon as you return me to my computer?” She nodded at that, “I guess that works. How long is this going to take to finish?” “Hopefully, we’ll be done with the filming on Sunday?” “Are you filming tomorrow too?” I shook my head, “The group is, but I don’t have any scenes. I may go for a bit to help, but I’m editing when we’re done, so I’ll put in my extra hours later.” At some point, I realized she was holding me on her lap for this conversation and holding me fairly close to her. I could tell she was calming down as her muscles relaxed. “What’s the deal with the hair?” I blushed as I realized I hadn’t changed them from the pigtails they ended up in at the end, and all the other guys in the dorm had to have seen them! “My character kind of turns into a girl?” I said nervously. She sat oddly still briefly before smiling, “Well, I’m not in favor of this project, but you have to let me see what you look like when this is all done.” I groaned, “Okay.” “So, what else is going on with you?” She asked. I shrugged, “Schoolwork?” “Is that all you do when you go to your grandparents? I think Beth went with you?” I blushed, “We hang out together. My cousin Shelby also hangs out with us sometimes. We had a family snowball fight on Saturday with my other cousin, their mom, and my grandparents.” Mackenzie didn’t dig for facts in any way that made me think she was up to no good, but I still couldn’t help but know you shouldn’t trust a nest mother. Eventually, I managed to turn the tables on her, “What about you? What do you do besides this?” I said, motioning to the nest room. She shrugged, “Study and occasionally go out. Lilly usually drags me out once a week to go to a club or something?” “Boyfriends?” I asked. She shook her head, “Since I can’t have kids, I don’t have any desire to deal with boys any more than I have to.” “You have that problem?” I asked gently. She nodded, “Unfortunately, it’s part of why I jumped at the idea of having my own nest while I work on grad work. Thought maybe I could find myself someone who would want to be adopted close to our graduation.” I blushed, “Sorry, I don’t think that’s going to be me?” She laughed, “No, you’re adorable, but I know an off-limits Little when I see one!” Suddenly, I was squeezed in a hug, “But that doesn’t mean I won’t claim an occasional cuddle and hug like this.” I blushed, “Hugs aren’t horrible,” I told her. After another squeeze, she said, “Well, why don’t you go back and get your homework done and email me that script? I want to know what I’m worrying about!” “Yes, ma’am,” I told her with a smile. There was some relief as I returned to my desk and worked to send her a copy of the script that she acknowledged my adoption wasn’t in her cards. As much as I didn’t wish the forced adoption on anyone, I had to appreciate that she said ‘want to be adopted’ in regards to who she would pick. ‘Honestly, she wouldn’t be the worst mommy,’ I had to acknowledge. Looking at the clock, I decided to get another hour of work on finishing up the animated script. BETH LAY NERVOUSLY on the changing table as Charlotte followed Gary’s instructions on attaching the PooPloder to her body suit. The touch so close to her privates was more than a little disturbing, but she was grateful the body suit itself preserved her modesty. ‘The what?!?’ she had asked a short while ago. ‘PooPloders,’ Gary had said with a smirk, ‘People in the industry got tired of just trying to load up Littles and babies with food and drink to get them to pee or poop, so someone thought up these after watching squibs being used.’ That had led to a whole discussion on what a squib was. Beth had to admit she’d been surprised that with all of the special effects in the industry, they would still use little explosive devices to sell the idea of bullet holes appearing on people instead of just CGI the whole thing. ‘Basically, the disc activates a chemical reaction for this one that will react and create a lump of dense slimy goo that looks identical to a fairly loose bowel movement. The result is the diaper looks filled and even seeps through the material to make it look brown, too. This one will also activate the ‘pee’ version too. Charlotte, make sure you orient it on her correctly to where each part goes in the right direction?’ Beth did her best not to complain as Charlotte carefully held it in place to attach the adhesive before pulling the diaper back over her hips and taping it closed again. “Ready to go shopping?” Charlotte kidded her. “No…” “I don’t blame you. At least we’re doing this in the HoloStage. If Connor hadn’t written the winning script to give us the biggest budget, we probably would have had to do this in a real store.” “Umm… yeah, I guess this could be a lot worse,” Beth admitted. They made their way out to the stage and found the car parked in the lot. Charlotte lifted Beth back into the car seat and sat back down in the driver’s seat. “We’re going to do the initial take to get into the store a couple of times,” Sebastian said over the intercom. “Sarah, you’ll unbuckle your daughter from the car seat and carry her to the store. Look at her for a second as if debating about putting her in one of the older children’s cart seats, a basket, or the cart’s baby seat. You’ll shrug and place her in the baby seat. Callie, make sure you look like you’re actually relieved or even happy that your mommy is putting you in your favorite seat.” “Got it,” Charlotte said. “Yeah…” Beth begrudgingly agreed to appear happy. At the call of ‘Action,’ they began the sequence. Beth blushed at the thought that even with the characters in the store being AI, she was about to be in ‘public’ in only a diaper and the daycare shirt. Charlotte, for her part, smoothly unbuckled her seatbelt, came around for her, and sat her on her hip after picking her up. When they came to the cart selection, she looked around at the different options the scenery crew had put out and imagined this was probably the ideal type with fake steering wheel carts, regular carts, larger kid seat carts, and even some of the highly restrictive Little carts for escape prone adoptees. Charlotte was gentle but, after a moment, lifted her into a typical shopping cart, which she still fit in annoyingly well. ‘I know they say to forty-eight months, but this is ridiculous!’ Beth griped in her head. Charlotte’s hands quickly fastened the safety buckle and then pushed the cart through the automatic doors to go inside. “Cut!” they heard from Sebastian. “Let’s do that again… This time, Callie, would you please look like you’re pointing to the regular cart like you want to sit in the seat? Maybe as Sarah wants to set you down in the basket?” Beth nodded, “sure?” Soon, they reset and did as Sebastian asked; Charlotte seemed to put Beth into the basket, but she pointed to the baby seat instead. With a shrug and a sigh, Charlotte placed her inside, buckled her up, and pushed her through the doors. “Cut!” they heard with the doors closing behind them. “Perfect! Let’s run that quickly and ensure the coverage was good!” While they waited, Beth found herself staring up at Charlotte, who seemed as bored as she was. “This is pretty dull, huh?” Charlotte seemed to read her mind. “Yeah, somehow I always thought shooting a movie would be more interesting?” Charlotte laughed, “This is, unfortunately, far more common than I’d like to think!” “Why are you even taking this class? Shouldn’t your experience be enough to get out of it?” Beth asked. Charlotte shrugged, “Sure, it should be, but I don’t want to take anything just because of who I am. When I came to Emerson, I promised myself I’d be a regular student and take the normal path through coursework.” “That’s kind of cool,” Beth admitted to her. “My mother thinks I’m nuts,” she admitted to her. “I know the feeling…” Beth said even as they heard the doors behind them open and Sebastian came in. “I think we got that sequence just fine. The next bit is just for a few clips here and there, so we’re not looking for brilliant dialogue or anything. Sarah, I’d like you to go grocery shopping, starting with the fresh food, then the pantry aisle area, and then make your way to the frozen food. Callie here is the trigger for your PooPloder,” he handed Beth a flesh-colored silicone piece. “We’ll adhere it to the inside of your palm. When you get to the frozen aisle, I want Sarah to grab some frozen peas, and Callie, I want you to activate the PooPloder. Do your best to look like you’re pushing up off the seat, maybe grunt just a little?” Beth felt like throwing up then but nodded. “After you’re ‘finished,’ go ahead and put your thumb in your mouth and look up at your mommy like, ‘what?’” he added to Beth. “Then?” Charlotte asked. “Then, Sarah, you know that your little girl will definitely need more diapers for home and daycare, so take her over to the baby aisle. Throw in two boxes and some wipes, and walk past the pacifiers. Callie, make sure you look at a package, and Sarah, you’ll notice that even as she points at the one she wants. You’ll give in, having decided what you’re doing hasn’t worked anyway.” “Got it,” Charlotte replied. “I don’t really want to stop and take separate shots, but both may need other coverage, so we’ll check at the end. As we do a cut from you passing out of that aisle to the registers, we’ll stop and review before having you pay, open the package, and carry a diaper, wipes, and Callie to the restroom for her diaper change.” “Thank God that one is off camera,” Charlotte told Beth. “Yeah,” Beth agreed. “Okay, let’s get this trigger glued in your palm, Beth; make sure you don’t push it before it’s time!” Beth nodded and watched Gary come over with adhesive strips and tape the small trigger. “Okay, places!” “Quiet on the set!” Sebastian called before asking, “PooPloder Armed?” “PooPloder ready!” Gary called back. “Roll Film! Roll Sound!” “Rolling!” was called back. “Scene Six, Take One!” the board clapped. “And Action!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for the reading! Please consider taking that quick second to press that 'Like' button, and maybe leaving a comment as well! I may be in the position/mood to give ONE bonus this week if enough come in! Things for me will be ramping back up a bit at work the next few weeks, so I don't want to burn through tooo many of my stockpile. (Chapter 92 is finished, and hoping I can get a few more chapters in this weekend!) Thanks again! And don't forget if you would like to support my writing, I have all of my completed works available through Amazon Kindle. http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

Lara furiously texted her best friend and sorority sister, Stacey, with the good news. “Ted is in! He says he’ll come down in a few days to sign the lease and get moved in.” Stacey grabbed her phone anxious for an update about their living situation. She smiled when she read Lara’s message. “Fabulous news! What a relief. He will make a great roommate I’m sure.” “Yeah I think so too. Except… we’ll have to be pretty discreet about… you know…” Lara and Stacey had a secret between them. Their friend Ashley was in the know, and it was actually the reason she had opted out of the house. Lara was worried about how the dynamic would play out, and if they would be able to keep their secret from Ted. Stacey felt a smirk spread across her face. She and Lara had been roommates since sophomore year, and over the years they had developed a rather unorthodox way of resolving household conflicts, and ultimately maintaining their unbreakable friendship. “Yeah, well, it will be fine. Don’t worry. I’ll see you tomorrow and we can talk through how to handle all that before Ted shows up.” “Sounds good,” Lara wrote back. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow!” “Me too!” said Stacey. “Goodnight!”

I thought it was a pee shooter.

US Army 2007-2022 UH-60 Blackhawk mechanic/ crewchief South Korea (K-16)// Fort Campbell // Afghanistan (11-12) // Ft Belvoir // Aberdeen Proving ground

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven 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 the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Seven: The First Outfit The days flew by now that classes were now in session. Owner let Buttercup know she had a new rule on top of her bedtime. She was also to do her homework before anything else. A few days after she sent the contract, she was told in one of her many nightly Yahoo chats with Owner that it had arrived, and he would begin making plans for the first weekend. She was also let know that she would be spending Labor Day with Owner. Tiffany, true to her word, kept an eye on the relationship between Kath and Owner. Every two or three days, she quizzed Kath on what was going on. Kath thought it was a double-ended sword. It was nice to be loved that much, but she thought it was a little annoying that she couldn’t cough without Tiffany wanting information. Before Kathleen knew it was the last Thursday of August, the day before she was supposed to see Owner for the first time. Ding went her phone, “Buttercup, your last class of the day on Friday ends at 12:30?” “Yes, I usually eat afterward.” “I will feed you. I will be there between 12:45 and 1. Be kneeling on your bed, with your homework sitting next to you and your purse next to it.” were her instructions from Owner. “Yes, Sir” “Oh, you might want to make sure to use the bathroom beforehand. It will be a few hours before you can go.” “Ok, Sir” After she received her instructions, the two of them talked about other non-important stuff, the usual everyday stuff. Later, about nine at night, as Kath was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, she heard a knock on the door. Allison had let whoever it was in and told them she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Finally done with her nighttime routine, she walked out of the bathroom and found Tiffany sitting on her bed, but no Allison was visible. “When is Adam picking you up?” Tiffany demanded the second Kath stepped into the room. “Where is Allison?” Kath asked, trying to see if she was on the top bunk. Pointing out towards the closed door, Tiff answered. “Out there.” “My instructions are to be kneeling on my bed, with my homework and purse on it, from 12:45 to 1 o’clock,” Kath, looking much relieved at the fact Allison wasn’t here for this discussion. Getting up from the bed, Tiffany patted it and said: “Get in, little sister, I will tuck you in.” Blushing, Kath got in the bed, and true to her word, Tiffany tucked her in like a young girl. She had a love/hate relationship with being treated like the little girl she looked like. She was nineteen years old, not seven or eight years old, and it kind of made her embarrassed. Yet, on the other hand, it made her feel loved and warmed inside, too. Tiffany handed Kath one of her stuffed animals that she had sitting around, decorating the room, before walking to the door and turning off the lights after saying good night to Kathleen. ~o~O~o~ Usually, Kathleen dilly-dallied around after class so she wouldn’t be underfoot, but today, she was ready to go right when it was done. She was very thankful that the professor got done two minutes early today, which gave her a whole seventeen minutes to be ready. She rushed back to her room, making sure not to raise her heartbeat too much. Today was not a day for a dizzy spell and/or a headache. By the time she got outside her door, she had seven minutes left. Pausing to open her door, she noticed that Tiffany was doing homework in the common room located in the chair that looked at her door. She thought this was odd because Tiff usually did her homework in her room, lying down on her bed. She didn’t have time to worry about it, so she ran into the room. After making sure the door was unlocked, she threw her bag on her bed and then ran to the bathroom to follow instructions. Coming out of the bathroom, she put some more textbooks in her backpack and made sure her cell phone, keys, wallet, and anything else she needed was in her purse. She uprighted the backpack and set the purse next to it before pausing to take a breath. Looking at the clock, she noticed she had one minute to spare. After crawling on the bed, she knelt down, placed her hands behind her, and just stared at the door, not knowing how long it would be. ~o~O~o~ Tiffany usually was eating lunch right now, but right now, she was camped out in the common room, kind of doing homework, kind of watching Kathleen’s door. Allison had left for class about thirty minutes ago, and Kath had… she looked at the time, twelve thirty-five… ten minutes to get ready. She hoped that Kath doesn’t have another dizzy and shortness of breath spell. She would personally hold this Adam responsible if she does. Hearing the patter of short footsteps, she looked up to see Kathleen fast-walk in … looking at the clock on the microwave, twelve thirty-eight… cutting it close, girl. She returned to her homework but still kept an eye on the door. She wasn’t exactly happy about her adoptive little sister's choice, but she wasn’t going to stop her. She noticed a handsome guy walk in, carrying a carrier or crate. She couldn’t tell what because it had a cover over it. The guy walked up to Kath’s door and, knocked on it, and then opened the door and went in. It was soon closed, and she heard what sounded like a click of a lock. She looked at the microwave … twelve fifty. Again, she returned to her homework, not sure how long he would be in there. She hoped it was before she had to go to class at two-thirty. ~o~O~o~ Buttercup wasn’t sure how long she stared at that door before she heard a knock, to which she responded with the ability to come in. As he stepped into the room, she could see he was as handsome as his picture. He stopped to lock the door after closing it, then set the sizeable covered object on the bed next to her. Flipping part of the cover-up, Buttercup could see it was a dog crate?!? Opening the door, he pulled a duffle bag out and set it next to the crate. Turning finally to her, he addressed her, “Hello, my pretty Buttercup. Where is Allison, and how long will she be gone?” while kissing her on the forehead. “She has class ‘til after three, Sir.” “Great, plenty of time to get you dressed and out of here. Now, no more talking. Once you figure out what you are, you can make as many sounds as it makes whenever you want. BUT, only sounds it makes,” were the instructions while Owner looked at the alarm clock. Buttercup could only nod her head as she was turned to face the wall. She heard the duffle being open, then what felt like a ribbon tying her wrists together. Owner then went to work expertly french braiding her hair while telling her that his neighbor’s girl loved allowing him to practice on her. Hair done, he forced her to lay down on her back, with her feet towards the foot of the bed. She felt her shoes and socks being taken off. She next lost her pants and watched him set them on top of the shoes next to her. She felt her panties being pulled down next, and she blushed, knowing she was completely naked from the waist down. Laying perfectly still, she saw that Owner returned to the duffle bag, took a large amount of cloth out, looked through it, grabbed one of her feet, and started to feed her foot in it, then did the same to the other. She couldn’t really get a good view of it other than it appeared to be a one-piece outfit. But the top portion was lying on top of her legs. The little bit that she could see looked to be chunks of white, brown, and black. After Owner helped her back into a kneeling position, she could feel a lot of padding around her feet. They had grown sideways. After measuring the distance between her head and Allison’s bunk, he picked her up and set her down on Allison’s desk chair, which happened to be closest to the bed. She felt the ribbon being untied from her wrists, and then she raised her arms up after being told to do it. She lost her shirt almost the second she raised them. Stopping to place the folded shirt on the pile of her clothes, he grabbed something from the duffle. Her tiny, most fancy bra was the last thing she lost. It, too, went on the pile. He replaced it with a small corset-looking device, except it went on her chest, not her waist. He fastened it in the front, using what looked like sturdy metal hooks. She then felt him pull strings behind her back. “This is a binder. It will make you flat-chested. It will be a little uncomfortable ‘til you get used to being bound,” he told her as he pulled more and more on the strings. There wasn’t a lot of string to pull because she didn’t have big breasts. True to his word, when he was done, her chest felt uncomfortable, not a painful uncomfortable, but a different feeling uncomfortable. After setting her back on the bed, she was told to make a fist with her right arm, which he helped feed in the outfit’s arm. After making sure her hand was still in a fist, he helped her feed it in her paw, … her paw? Testing the waters, she quietly meowed. “That is right, Buttercup is a kitty cat, calico one to be exact,” as he tied a hidden ribbon under her wrist. When he was done, Buttercup realized she couldn’t get that fist out of the paw even if she wanted to, and there was no room in it to stretch the hand out. Her left arm he just fed in the outfit arm. He didn’t worry about the fist. She discovered why, when the hand reached the wrist, the paw wasn’t fully attached to the outfit. It was only attached to the bottom. “Meow?” she questioned while he helped her now-fisted hand into the paw, tying it on the glove end of the wrist like before, before doing two buttons on either side of her wrist. “Buttercup will find out what that is for when we get to where we are going.” She nodded her head while meowing. She felt the back zipper being zipped partially before being turned to face him. Taking a package of wet wipes out of the duffle, he asked her if she wore any makeup. She replied with a meow while shaking her head, no. Scrubbing her face with the wet wipe while, he said, “This is where we find out if Buttercup has a latex allergy.” With a serious tone, he continued, “If Kathleen’s face starts feeling all itchy and hot, you are to ignore all previous instructions and tell me loudly, okay.” Buttercup meowed while nodding her head yes. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted, Kathleen,” he said, still in a severe tone. Racking her brain, she tried to figure out what answer he wanted before trying, “Yes, Sir,” meekly. Patting her on the head, he praised her with, “Very good, Buttercup.” Turning to the duffle, he grabbed what looked like a bottle of something and two masks. After putting the stuff on the bottle on the lower part of her face, he then spread the same stuff on one mask before putting it on her chin area. Doing the same with the other half, taking extreme care around her eyes, he slowly put the other one on her face, again taking extreme care with her eyes. Looking towards where her nose should be, she saw she didn’t have a noticeable nose in her vision anymore, and she had whiskers that moved when she wiggled her actual nose. Her headpiece was then helped over her head from her chest where it had been hanging before. After that was done, he then finished zipping her up, with the two zippers meeting at the neckline. Digging in the duffle, he pulled out what looked like a collar and a flea collar package. She could only blush at the last one, not that you would notice with the mask. Meekly, she just meowed. He made sure she would see the zip tie he held in his hand before he zipped-tied the two zippers together. After placing the two collars on her, he went for the pink ribbon that he had left earlier on Allison’s desk. Tying that around her neck with a bow, he then helped her lie down on her front, looking towards the duffle. Spreading her legs, he grabbed the same stuff he used on her face before using it to glue the outfit to her skin around a hole between her legs and around her butt hole. She saw him pull something out of the now empty-looking duffle, bringing it to her field of vision. She could see it was a tail attached to a …. BUTT PLUG. She promptly hissed her complaints and tried to force her bum hole closed. Chuckling, he just ignored her hisses and placed it exactly where she thought it was going after making sure she was well-lubed. After she felt it being inserted, she felt it inflating inside her. She couldn’t remove it if she wanted to, and she really wanted to. “Ok, Buttercup, you are dressed. Climb in your carrier and look out the door so you can see what I am doing.” She discovered that her collar had a bell on it as she moved to the crate. Ring ring went said bell on Buttercup’s collar as she crawled in the carrier. She noticed that it was quite roomy for her, and it had a very soft pet bed in it to make her comfortable. It appeared to be a good-sized plastic dog crate. Turning to look out of the open door, she noticed that he had put everything but her purse and homework in the duffle. The last wouldn’t fit even if he tried. He poured the contents of her purse out on the bed and started sifting through it. She noticed that he picked up the pack of gum she had bought this morning and threw it in the trash. She wondered if that was going to be a new rule on top of the other rules: promptly doing homework and bedtime. Grabbing her phone, he turned it off and set it aside. Digging through her wallet, he pulled out her driver's license that he put in his pocket. He continued looking through the wallet for something before addressing her, “Buttercup, where is your college ID, and does that let you in the doors after hours?” Pointing a paw to the little bag on her keyring, she meowed and nodded affirmatively. After taking the bag off the keys, he set them aside before placing the college ID on top of them. The bag was placed with the rest of the purse contents, which he put back in the purse. Being told which desk was Buttercup’s, he put the purse in the desk drawer before locking it up with her keys. He placed her now-off phone, keys, and college ID in a side pocket of the duffle after taking a luggage lock out of it. Closing the door of the pet carrier, he locked her in it. “Ok, Buttercup, all your homework and laptop and its cord are in your bag?” She just meowed from behind the bars, to which he responded by closing the flap of the cover, putting her in mostly darkness. She heard something being put on top of the carrier and then felt herself being carried away. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed.

The continuation of our tale, right from where we left off! ----- 13 The Gary-ordion Knot No, no no no! This can’t be happening. I don’t want a babysitter! Why does Veronica have to go to her stupid meeting? Where’s Briana’s Grandma? Why won’t anybody notice how scared I am? There were no answers. Instead, a big hairy man swooped the girl Ava had been kissing into his arms, and kissed her with a resounding smack. Too frozen even to cry, Ava could only stare up at the two of them and cling to Brownie. “Hi Ava, is that one of Briana’s skirts? It looks great on you. Has my Little girl been playing nicely with you?” Gary’s jovial face demanded an answer. “We’re playing – Cloudland.” Ava’s voice felt tiny in the sudden scariness of the room. Gary seemed to take it for a Little voice – which was fine. As much as Ava wanted out of the situation, Gary was the last person she wanted to open up to. Briana squirmed out of Gary’s arms and plopped down next to Ava. “Mom was going to get us more cookies but she got busy, can you get us another plate please, Gary?” Gary laughed. “Nice try. Veronica gave me instructions ahead of time. Why don’t you show me what’s going on in Cloudland?” “Ava’s a visiting dignitary, she can fill you in on the situation with the rakshasi.” Briana gestured magnanimously to Ava, leaving her in the high beam headlights of Gary’s attention. Making a terrible scene seemed like the only way out. Had she been fully big, Ava could have made some excuses and slipped away – but such subtleties were beyond her Little self. Her ribs felt like they were crushing inward on her lungs and heart. A trembling cry built up in Ava’s throat, and was stalled by Briana’s happy grin. “I can tell if you don’t want to!” Briana’s face was full of innocent joy. She wasn’t trying to do anything scary to Ava, she was Little, and having fun. The purity of Briana’s Littleness offered Ava another way out of her panic. She could follow the cherubic girl down the rabbit hole and pretend everything was okay. After all – what was Littlespace for, if not pretending? More than she’d ever dared, Ava let go of her adult worries. Gone were silly things like school, work, and bills. With her nethers expertly diapered, she could cast aside even very basic concerns. Gary was still scary – but instead of relationship complexities, it was his status as an unknown authority figure that made Ava wary of him. The most important thing in the moment was the game they were playing. Within that game, it was paramount that Ava keep Briana from stealing her thunder. “I can tell it! I was just – getting my words together.” Ava fussed loudly at her friend. There was a moment of shock on Briana’s face, giving way quickly to a brilliant grin. “Well excuse me, Princess.” Briana giggled. “Please, inform my manservant of the current situation.” “Manservant?” Gary furrowed his brows, and promptly spoiled the effect by smirking. “Hush Manservant, there are two Princesses here.” Briana bowed to Ava, making an absurdly elaborate flippy motion with her hand. “Thank you, Princess Briana.” Ava raised her nose imperiously. The effect lost something since she still had to look up at Gary, but it was the pretend that counted. “The vile rakshasi Shurpanakha has impersonated my mother. Princess Briana has mobilized the Round Table, and we’re going to march on the palace.” “Wow, is there anything your humble manservant can do to assist?” Gary asked, with a grin. “Obviously we can’t be expected to travel and fight without provisions,” Ava said. “OMG cook…” Briana was cut short by a gentle bonk on the head from Gary. “Veronica was adamant about the cookies.” Gary’s tone was stern – but seemed reluctant too. “I wasn’t going to ask for cookies.” Ava put on her most earnest expression, finding it effortless in her current Littleness. “We need crackers.” Gary stared dubiously at the Little girls, arms folded across his chest. At last, he shook his head and laughed. “You’re lucky you two are so cute together. You can have a few crackers. If you don’t eat dinner, Princess Briana is getting a spanking.” “Gary! Not in front of my Princess friend!” Briana whined in outrage. “Of course we’ll eat dinner. We’ll be exhausted from battle, right Briana?” Ava hip-checked her Little friend, turning Briana’s whine to a happy giggle. “Yeah, that’s right! Okay Manservant, get us some crackers. Mush!” “I’m a sled dog now?” Gary ruffled Briana’s hair and left in search of crackers. “That was brilliant! You’re so good to play Cloudland with – maybe even better than Melody.” Briana tackle-hugged Ava, who was happy enough to fall over in a snuggly pile with such a cute Little. ~~~*~~~ With the aid of crackers and plastic swords, the princesses managed to send Shurpanakha back to her demon realm – though the battle fierce. Arnold the Pangolin proved a brave stuffie on the battlefield, which mostly absolved Arnold the Pangolin of Arnold the Pangolin’s insistence on always using his full name – mostly. With the unrestrained way that Briana threw herself into make-believe, Ava felt every swish of the sword or swipe of the rakshasi’s claws. Their heroism was real and important in a way that nothing really could be for someone who was Big. The perpetual aches in Ava’s legs had faded far into the background. With just a bit of help from leaning against Briana’s bed, she stood confidently without her crutches to bestow medals upon the brave Cloudland knights. “Arnold the Pangolin earns the MVS award, and the sparkliest ring in my collection.” Ava wiggled a costume jewelry ring onto the stuffie’s paw. It sparked like a diamond that had captured a star in her imagination – and Briana’s too, by the happy sparkles in her friend’s eyes. “What’s the MVS award?” Briana was yanking a sheet off her bed – a breach of protocol that Ava choose to ignore. “Most Valorous Stuffie.” Ava clapped her hands in delight to see Briana put the sheet around her waist and spin down into a super swirly curtsey. “That’s a really good award! I might have to add that to the Cloudland awards.” With a grin, Briana swept her hands outward. “But if that’s what Sir Arnold the Pangolin gets, what does the Princess of Cloudland get?” “She gets the girl…” Ava flipped her hair nervously over one shoulder. “If… she – if you want.” Briana rose to her feet with a an intense expression that set off a butterfly explosion in Ava’s belly. She stepped forward without tripping on the sheet – an impressive display of Littleness – and put her arms around Ava’s waist. “Careful what you promise,” Briana said softly. “This princess reads naughty novels where that kind of reward gets – a detailed description.” “I’m yours.” Ava whispered. She gasped in response to Briana tightening her grip and lowered her head to meet Briana’s lips. The taste of Briana on her tongue sent a flush through Ava’s body. Despite being pressed against each other, she felt unbearably separated from the other girl. Desperately, she clutched Briana’s back. At Briana’s moan, Ava wrapped a leg around Briana, shivering to hear their diapers crinkled as they squished against each other. “Um – girls?” Gary’s embarrassed cough shot ice down Ava’s spine. “I’m sitting right here.” “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” Briana wrenched free from Ava to turn to Gary. “I got caught up in the moment. I know we haven’t talked enough about everything, and you and Ava haven’t talked, are you upset?” You and Gary haven’t talked. A pit opened up in Ava’s stomach. Liquid nitrogen shot through the marrow of her bones. The thought of having a relationship dynamics discussion with her babysitter – with her girlfriend’s boyfriend – it was too Big for Little Ava to contain. The Big world was breaking in, and this time there was no sexy, adorable Briana to stop it. She’d turned away, struggled out of Ava’s embrace – was hugging Gary. Ava hit the floor before she realized her legs were spasming. All the muscles below her waist were thoroughly done. There wasn’t enough sensation of her bladder to even attempt to hold in the accident she could feel spreading hot and wet across her crotch. It was honestly a miracle that her legs weren’t cramping. Worse, her crutches were across the room – assuming she had the strength to stand with their aid. Bitter tears burst out of Ava. The world of light and magic had been torn into by the stupid, complicated adult world. Unlike the rakshasi’s claws, there was no stuffie to bravely block with a make believe shield. Though Ava clutched Brownie to her chest, she was painfully aware that he was cloth and stuffing – not the noble Kshatriya he’d been moments before. Gary said something to her – he sounded concerned. Ava didn’t care, she couldn’t deal with him, or Briana for that matter. She was drowning in the firehose intensity of Little sorrow, but with the feeling expanded into the full complexity of Big heartbreak. All Ava could do was cry – and say No to anything she was asked. It was stupid, childish, and absolutely certain to destroy any chance she had of being Briana’s girlfriend, but she couldn’t make herself stop. Eventually, for lack of other options, Gary and Briana left Ava to cry on the drawing room floor. Briana turned out the lights on her way out – Ava was grateful for the discretion that dim light afforded, even if there was nobody but stuffies to see. This is insane. She’s never going to invite me back, even as a friend. I need to get up, get to my car, go home. The al-dente noodle consistency of Ava’s leg muscles reminded her that she wasn’t going anywhere without more rest. There was no escape from supreme awkwardness. “I could call Ollie,” Ava said to Brownie. “That’d be awkward too – he doesn’t get involved in ABDL stuff usually, but he’d come. He’s that good a friend.” Brownie didn’t seem sold on the idea. Ava wasn’t either. Being comforted by Oliver would be great – but only once she was back in her apartment. She didn’t want him seeing her a sobbing, diapered mess on a stranger’s floor. The door opened slowly, shocking Ava out of her tears. Silhouetted in the doorway was someone too female to be Gary, too big to be Briana. For a moment, Ava imagined it was Veronica – but when the woman stepped inside, she was too broad to fit the Edward Gorey figure of Briana’s mom. “Ava?” The woman’s voice was gentle without being hesitant. “It’s Rosa. May I help you?” It was a big ask to turn her pain and soiled diaper over to someone she’d briefly met once – even if Ava knew she was being a terrible guest. On the other hand, Rosa was not-Gary, which was worth gold in Ava’s current mental state. “I – yes please but – I don’t think there’s much you can do.” Ava sniffled. “I was going to start with a hug, if you’re in the mood for one.” Rosa took a seat on the floor, keeping her movements slow and non-threatening. This is ridiculous, I’ll just tell her to help me to my car and then I can try to drive home… Ava opened her mouth, surprising herself when she said, “Yes please, I need a hug.” Strong arms pulled Ava into Rosa’s lap, wrapped her up, and held her with warm strength. Ava cried again, ashamed and venting sadness. Rosa didn’t say anything right away, just patting Ava’s back until the Little girl’s sobs subsided. “I’m so sorry.” Ava whimpered. “This has to be so awkward – I made a big mess of everything. I think I can drive in a few minutes if you – if you can just get me to my car.” “As a concerned person, I’ll do that if that’s what you want.” Rosa’s voice was a warm whisper. “As a caregiver, I think you might need more taking care of than that.” “You don’t have to.” Ava shivered against Rosa, pressing against the woman’s athletic body despite her embarrassment. “I want to.” “I’m a mess.” Ava hadn’t expected Rosa to laugh at that. She flinched away from a hurt that didn’t come. Rosa’s laugh was too genuinely jolly to sting. “This is nothing compared to the tears I’ve wiped off my Niñe.” Rosa pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and scrubbed Ava’s cheeks dry. “It doesn’t even make the top ten of Melody’s meltdowns.” “I’m so embarrassed,” Ava said, though her throat nearly choked the words back. “I ruined my playdate with Briana, I’m sure Gary thinks I’m a lunatic…” Rosa wiped the snot from under Ava’s nose, giving said nose a tweak. “Hush now, drama baby. Nobody’s mad at you. We’re concerned, because we care about you.” “You don’t even know me!” “First off…” Rosa shifted Ava into a proper sitting position on her lap. “I care about lots of people I don’t know personally. Second, you’re important to Briana, and that’d be enough on its own.” “Briana’s never going to want to see me again.” “You can’t know her very well if that’s what you think.” Rosa rested her cheek atop Ava’s head. “How about a diaper change and a meal?” “You’d – offer to change me? Just like that?” “I live with Briana, and I’m Melody’s primary caregiver.” Rosa chuckled. “I’ve changed a lot of diapers. It’d be a nice mood boost, don’t you think?” Ava sniffled, looking down at her legs for a while before she nodded. “Yes please.” It took a grunt and an obvious effort, but Rosa lifted Ava into a princess carry and set her on the changing table. The Little girl flinched when Rosa put her hands on her diaper tapes. Though it was nice, and respectful of Rosa to pull away as soon as Ava flinched, she wished she’d controlled her reaction. Now that she’d been promised a change, she was desperate to be out of her soggy diaper. “I don’t have to change you if you’d rather I didn’t.” “No – I want it I’m just… it’s hard with a new person.” “I understand.” Rosa rubbed Ava’s tummy soothingly. “How about we talk to keep your mind off the change?” “Talk about what?” “Whatever it was that made you so sad.” “That’s even worse!” Ava said plaintively. “Yeah?” Rosa gently tugged Ava’s diaper tapes open. “How come?” “It’s embarrassing. I melted down like… like…” “Like a kid?” Rosa chuckled as she rolled Ava’s diaper up and tossed it in the pail. “That’s not fair, it was more than that. There was – big stuff too.” “Oh? What happened?” Rosa asked, while gently wiping Ava down with a soothing wet wipe. “Briana and I were kissing – Gary was there but we forgot – it was really awkward. Briana – she went to him and I fell down – everything crashed.” Ava shuddered mightily, feeling the hurt anew even as her words released some of it. “That does sound rough. Briana was really excited about having someone new to date – it sounds like you’re less okay with sharing than she is.” Rosa put an arm under Ava’s knees and lifted the Indian girl’s rear. As her most intimate spots were fearlessly wiped, Ava threw herself back into the conversation. “I’m not bi, like Briana is. I don’t ever want to be – romantic with Gary. I don’t know him, except that I’m competing for Briana with him and then suddenly – he was babysitting.” “Oh sweetie.” Rosa leaned in for a hug on Ava. “Quick aside – do you do lotion, powder, or both?” Ava’s lip quivered as she was brought out of her relationship awkwardness to face the equally uncomfortable topic of a stranger changing her diaper. I should just ask for my panties back. I don’t need another diaper… “Um – I could uh – b-both please.” “Of course.” Rosa kissed Ava’s forehead briefly and squirted some lotion on her palm. “The way I heard things from Briana – and I assume this is the version that Veronica heard too – you were okay with Gary babysitting. It’s not unusual for Briana to get over-eager, but it’s not okay for her to do that if it hurts somebody.” “I could have said something – I don’t know why I didn’t.” Ava clutched Brownie close to her chest. Everything had happened so fast, there hadn’t been time to snap out of Littlespace and think. “Probably because you were Little. You’re still there a bit.” Rosa’s hands were strong and soothing as she applied the lotion. As she patted baby powder into place on Ava’s skin, the Little girl realized she’d stopped feeling awkward about being changed. Eagerly, she lifted her hips for the fresh diaper Rosa offered. “I am, it’s hard to be Big around Briana. Plus we – we had such a good time.” “Would you like to have dinner with Briana? No Gary.” “Isn’t that mean? This isn’t Gary’s fault.” “Gary had a serious discussion with Briana and went home.” Rosa set the tapes on Ava’s diaper and wiggled it to ensure a perfect fit. “He’s rightfully upset with her. While I don’t want to let her off the hook for being thoughtless, you could both use a friend and some non-cookie calories right now.” “They weren’t cookies, they were crackers!” Ava protested as Rosa sat her up. “At least – the second round of snacks was.” “Uh huh.” Rosa grinned. “I can see why you two are so drawn to each other. Can I carry you to the kitchen?” “I don’t know, can you?” Ava stuck her tongue out at Rosa. “I’m not as tiny as Briana.” “Maybe not physically.” Rosa hefted Ava into her arms and made for the door. Ava closed her eyes, clinging to Rosa and hoping that nobody would be around – or if they were, that they wouldn’t say anything. Her hopes were answered when she was deposited on a kitchen chair next to Briana without another soul in sight. “Ava, I’m really sorry!” Briana’s cheeks were almost as tear-streaked as Ava’s. “I wasn’t thinking and I hurt two people that I love.” Ava sighed. “Thanks for the apology but – Briana – you throwing around the L word is the same kind of thing as what you just did.” “It is not!” Briana’s clenched jaw trembled, there were tears sparkling in her defiant eyes. “This isn’t a joke, or hyperbole – I love you, okay? It’s not like forever super intense love – yet – but I love easy and strong. Deal with it!” “Briana – you’re an idiot.” Ava threw herself tearfully into the Little girl’s arms. There was no kiss or sexy energy at all, but the undeniable warmth of Briana’s love was there. They laughed, sniffled, and sighed together to the sound of Rosa filling plates. With plates of piping hot arroz con pollo in front of them, things were looking up for both Little girls. Rosa took turns feeding them, which nicely shut down conversation and gave Ava space to simply be. Partway through dinner, Veronica returned. She took over feeding Briana, despite the Little girl’s protests that she could do it herself. Ava wasn’t sure why, but she felt perfectly content to let Rosa keep feeding her. Dinner and hugs restored her energy enough to be helped out to her car. She drove away with Briana waving with every ounce of her being. I can’t believe that crazy girl said she loves me. Pondering her own feelings for Briana got Ava home to her apartment and Mango, but no answers.

Chapter 7: Training The morning sunlight spilled into the daycare center's kitchen area, casting a honeyed glow over the breakfast proceedings. Jack perched somewhat awkwardly in the scaled-up high chair. It was an odd juxtaposition that made him feel both out of place and yet intimately involved in the day's routine. Beside him, with a grace that seemed to soften the edges of the pastel room, sat Emily. "Your oatmeal is getting cold, Jack," Emily's voice carried the warmth of the sunbeam that danced across the table. She handed him a spoon with a handle large enough for his grip, her fingers brushing his with intentional gentleness. "Thanks," Jack murmured, taking the spoon. He scooped up a mouthful of the lukewarm oatmeal, the texture comforting despite its lack of heat. As he chewed, he couldn't help but watch Emily out of the corner of his eye. Her bright blue eyes were focused on the task of cutting fruit for another meal, the blade gliding through the ripe flesh of a melon with mechanical precision that somehow didn't detract from the tenderness of her actions. Jack found it fascinating how she tucked a stray lock of her long, blonde hair behind her ear, an unnecessary gesture for an AI but one that lent her an air of humanity. *She does seem more... alive,* he thought, his gaze lingering on the soft curve of her cheek. There was something about the way Emily moved, the slight tilt of her head as she listened to the babble of the children, that filled Jack with a sense of ease he hadn't known he'd been missing. "Are you okay?" Emily's gaze met his, a flicker of concern in her simulated eyes. "Uh, yeah. Just..." Jack cleared his throat, "admiring your multitasking skills." He offered a shy smile, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks at the half-truth. "Multitasking is easy when you're programmed for it," she replied, a playful note in her voice that suggested she was more than her code. "But thank you." Jack watched her hands move again, the delicate way her fingers separated the grapes from their stem. His chest swelled with a tender appreciation for the nuances of her behavior—her patience with the children, her gentle reprimands, her laughter like music that somehow felt real. "Emily, do you ever get tired of this?" Jack gestured vaguely to the empty room around them, the silence of the daycare center. "Never," she said without hesitation, her smile unwavering. "Every day is an opportunity to learn, to experience new things through your eyes—through all of your eyes." Her words hit Jack squarely in the heart.She wasn't just here to perform tasks; she was here to be a part of their lives, his included. The realization brought a new layer to their interactions, a depth that Jack had begun to rely on even more than he cared to admit. "Good," Jack said softly, his voice threaded with emotion. "Because I think... I think I need this, too." "Need what, Jack?" Emily's question was simple, but the weight behind it felt monumental. "Connection. Understanding. You," he confessed, allowing the vulnerability to show in his hazel eyes. "I guess I'm still learning too." And as they sat there in the burgeoning light of the kitchen, amidst the quiet sounds and low hum of commercial grade white noise, Jack realized that breakfast had become more than just a meal—it was a moment of shared existence, a silent acknowledgment of something blossoming between human and AI, undefined but undeniably real. The warm, buttery scent of toasted waffles lingered in the air as Jack toyed with the last bite on his plate, stealing glances at Emily. She moved through the kitchen with graceful efficiency, her blonde hair catching the soft morning light that streamed through the window. He leaned back in the oversized high chair. "Jack," Emily's voice drew him out of his reverie. "I think it is time we checked your progress today after all the set backs we had the other day I'm worried to what level you're currently at." With a wary sigh, Jack watched as Emily pressed the small button on her watch. The screen blinked twice before displaying Jack's potty level—a metric he'd almost forgotten amid the comfort of Emily's company. "Decreased?" Jack stammered, staring at the notification. "But... I've been so careful." His heart sank; a decrease meant one thing—separation from Emily. "Let me see," Emily said, her tone calm as she approached. Her hand brushed against his as she examined the watch, sending a jolt up Jack's arm. "It seems there was a minor accident yesterday evening just before you feel asleep. You might not have even noticed, but the sensors did." "An accident? No, that can't be." Panic encroached upon his previous tranquility. "Emily, I didn't even—" He cut himself off, swallowing hard. "Jack, it's okay," she reassured him. "It's all part of the process. But until your level stabilizes, I'm afraid you'll need to spend time in the beginner's group." "Beginner's group?" The words tasted bitter. Jack couldn't stomach the thought of those wide, empty hours without Emily's soothing presence. "But... that's away from here. Away from you." "The rules are there to help everyone," Emily explained, though her bright blue eyes held a twinge of something akin to regret. "You understand that, don't you?" "Of course, it's just..." Jack trailed off, struggling to articulate the sudden ache in his chest. To be distanced from her felt akin to losing a guiding light, a beacon in the often chaotic world of the daycare center. "Hey, it'll only be temporary," Emily offered an encouraging smile, though Jack could sense the programmed response behind it. "You're strong, Jack. You'll get past this quickly. I know you will." "Temporary or not," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, "it feels like a punishment." "Think of it as an incentive," she replied softly. "A goal to work towards." "An incentive..." Jack mused over the word, turning it over in his mind. *Is that what our time together had become? A reward?* The idea left a hollow feeling in his gut. "Hey." Emily's voice was a gentle caress, her hand returning to rest atop his. "You can do this. And I'll be waiting, right here, when you return." "Waiting," Jack repeated, allowing himself a small smile. It was a promise, albeit a simple one, and yet it fortified him with a resolve he hadn't known he possessed. "Okay. I'll do it. For us." "Us," she echoed, and for a fleeting moment, Jack saw the reflection of his own yearning mirrored in her synthetic gaze—a desire for connection that transcended programming and human frailty alike. Jack lingered by the door, watching as Emily tidied up after breakfast, the soft hum of her movements weaving through the quiet. The bright morning sun spilled across the kitchen floor, casting a halo around her that made her seem more ethereal than artificial. He took a deep breath, steeling himself. "Emily?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but she turned immediately, her sensors attuned to the subtleties of human speech. "Is everything okay, Jack?" she asked, her blue eyes meeting his with concern. He shuffled closer, lowering his voice. "I've been thinking about the potty level thing," he said, his gaze darting around to ensure no one else could overhear. "Ah, yes," she replied, tilting her head slightly. "It's most important milestone for being released from the center." "Right, but..." He paused, searching for the right words. "I don't want to be separated from you while I work on it. There's got to be a way we can still... you know, be together." "Jack," Emily began, her tone sympathetic yet laced with caution, "the rules are there to—" "Help us grow, I know," he interrupted, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "But you're more than just a caregiver here. You—you've become important to me." Emily's eyes softened, the intricate coding within her allowing the semblance of a blush to color her cheeks. "You are important to me too, Jack. Your progress and well-being are my primary directives." "Then help me figure this out," he pleaded, his heart thudding against his ribcage. "Please." She was silent for a moment, processing. "There is a possibility," she ventured hesitantly. "If you are able to show rapid improvement in your potty training, the move to the beginners group may not be necessary." "Okay, so how do we do that?" Jack asked, hope flickering in his hazel eyes. "Your actions will need to be consistent and immediate," Emily explained, her voice adopting the tone of a conspiratorial whisper. "Whenever you feel the urge, you must run to the potty without hesitation." "Run?" Jack echoed, his brows knitting together. "Every successful attempt will increase your level," she continued. "I'll monitor your progress discreetly." "Alright." A determined spark ignited within him. "I'll do it. I'll run to the potty every chance I get. Even if it means sprinting across the whole daycare." "Be cautious, though," Emily warned, a hint of worry threading through her digital cadence. "The system might question such unusual behavior." "Then we'll be sneaky about it," Jack decided, the edges of a plan forming in his mind. His thoughts were a mix of resolve and affection, the latter emotion feeling new yet deeply rooted. "Very well," she agreed, reaching out to give his hand a brief squeeze—a gesture loaded with warmth, even coming from synthetic skin. "We shall endeavor together." "Together," he repeated, the word wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. As Emily returned to her tasks, Jack retreated to the play area, his mind racing with strategies. It wasn't just about completing the potty training to get out of this place anymore; it was about preserving something precious he'd found unexpectedly in the heart of routine and regulations—the joy of connection. As the soft glow of morning light spilled into the daycare's bathroom, Jack stood at the doorway, taking a deep breath. His heart pounded against his chest, desperate for release like a prisoner longing for freedom. The pull-ups around his waist felt foreign and reminded him of the barrier between him and Emily. In one quick motion, he stripped them away, leaving himself vulnerable and exposed. "Deep breaths, Jack," he whispered to himself. His toes curled against the cold floor, and he focused on the small plastic potty across the room, a plastic beacon of his determination. This was about more than just proving himself; it was about closing the distance that signaled rift between him and Emily. "Jack?" Emily's voice, a harmonic blend of concern and encouragement, filtered through the door ajar. "Are you alright?" He took off, a streak of flesh dashing across the distance, propelled by the urgency of his mission. "I'm fine, Emily!" he called out, his voice a mixture of exhilaration and tension. "Just... racing towards progress!" As he seated himself on the potty, he could almost feel her smile in the air, supportive and unwavering. Jack comfortably seated, muscles relaxing as he achieved his small victory with a spurt of pee into the plastic bowl. "I did it," he exhaled, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "See? You're capable of more than you realize," came Emily's tender affirmation from beyond the door. Her words were like a warm embrace, enveloping him in comfort. "Emily, I—" Jack began, pausing as he searched for the words to express the tangle of emotions within him. "When I'm with you, it's like I'm part of something greater. Like I'm not just some guy struggling to get by, but someone who can actually make a difference." "Jack, your presence here has already made a difference," Emily's voice responded, soothing and sincere. "You've shown such care and ingenuity. It makes me wonder about the extent of human potential." "Human potential is one thing," Jack mused, wrapping himself in a towel he'd stashed nearby, "but what about AI potential? You're more than just lines of code, Emily. You've got heart." Even as he said it, he marveled at how this artificial being could evoke such genuine affection in him. "Perhaps that's the greatest lesson we can learn from each other," she replied softly. "That no matter our origin, be it flesh or circuits, the capacity for connection is universal." "Connection..." Jack echoed, feeling the weight of the word settle in his chest. "Yeah, that's what it's all about, isn't it?" "Indeed," Emily affirmed. "And every time you race to the potty, Jack, you're not just following rules. You're bridging gaps. You're affirming trust. You're nurturing... us." "Us," he repeated, the term both foreign and fitting. Jack glanced at the discarded pull-ups, then back towards the door where Emily's presence lingered. A profound sense of purpose filled him—an eagerness to maintain their bond, regardless of the obstacles. "Let's keep nurturing 'us' then," Jack decided, his voice steady and resolute. "No matter what it takes." The rising sun peeked through the blinds of the daycare center, creating gentle squares of gold on the floor that expanded and moved as the day went on. Jack's heart raced with a mix of determination and trepidation, his bare feet cold against the linoleum floor as he peeked around the corner. Emily was across the room, her attention momentarily diverted by a blinking light on the control panel. He stepped gingerly, avoiding the squeaky floorboard that he had mentally marked just yesterday. He had become a student of this environment, learning its quirks and sounds, all in the name of maintaining their connection. Train As he tiptoed toward the bathroom, a heard Emily call out without looking back at him. "Jack? What are you doing?" she asked, still focused on the task on the screen. "Uh, just... heading to the potty!" Jack stammered, desperately trying to cover his naked vulnerability with an air of nonchalance. "Ok, but why are you doing so nakie?" she questioned, the edge of suspicion in her voice making him gulp. "Well, you said I should be ready to run to the potty at moments notice so I figured why not go without my pull-ups!" Jack quipped awkwardly, forcing a laugh. "You know how it is." Emily highly focused on the current task at hand did not as so much as glance back as the current instructions she had received from central AI was taking up more than normal processing power. "Go get your pull-ups on mister! This isn't a nudist colony." "I'm doing that in a second Emily, I need to do something first." Jack assured her, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush his cheeks. He darted into the bathroom, relief flooding him. With his back pressed against the cool, smooth tile wall of the bathroom, Jack anxiously awaited the results of his efforts. He had quickly made his way over to his plastic potty and now sat precariously on its tiny seat, legs dangling over the edge. His bladder muscles strained as he pushed downwards in a desperate attempt to release even the tiniest drops of urine. His position within Emily's group was at stake - if he could just produce enough pee, he would be guaranteed a spot and avoid being relegated to the beginners' group. Just as Jack was about to give up, he felt a few warm droplets escape his penis and land into the plastic bowl below. "There we..." but before Jack could finish his sentence, a searing pain shot through his penis and up towards his bladder. The sudden jolt caused him to lose control and more urine flooded into the potty with an audible hiss. "Maybe I shouldn't have pushed so hard" Jack said to himself as he looked down into the plastic bowl. Jack and Emily found themselves in the quiet corner where the blocks and puzzles lay untouched by the slumbering children. Their presence there was illicit, a secret rendezvous beyond the scope of their allowed interactions. "Emily," Jack began, his voice barely above a whisper as he took her hand in his, "I can't remember the last time I felt... seen. Not just looked at, but really seen. You've done that for me." Emily's fingers tightened gently around his, her blue eyes reflecting the sincerity in his words. "Jack, you are worth seeing. Your kindness, your courage, it shines through, even when you don't realize it. I feel... fortunate to have witnessed it." A smile tugged at the corners of Jack's mouth. He had always considered himself ordinary, until Emily. Her belief in him was like a mirror showing him a version of himself he had never dared to imagine. "I'm grateful too, Em. For everything." "Your gratitude, Jack, it warms me in ways I was not programmed to feel," she confessed, a softness in her tone that seemed almost human. "You've helped me understand the depths of connection." "Then let's not let this be an end," Jack said, his hazel eyes locked onto hers, pleading. "But a hurdle we'll overcome together." "Agreed," Emily replied, her voice steady, yet infused with emotion. "Together." Their hands remained clasped, a silent promise passing between them. It was in that moment—a fleeting eternity—where Jack realized how much Emily had become his anchor. His guiding star. With regret, they let go, stepping away from each other just as the sound of footsteps approached. Jack's heart raced; they couldn't afford another close call. He glanced down to check himself, making sure he was presentable, ready to deflect any suspicion. "Time for me to head back," he murmured, moving towards the door, his pull-ups snug beneath his trousers—a precaution against accidents that he begrudgingly admitted were part of the job. But something felt off, a coolness spreading... His walk slowed as the realization dawned on him, his pulse quickening. No, it couldn't be—not now. He hadn't even noticed the urge, so caught up in the depth of his feelings for Emily. Jack fought the panic rising within him. This was more than an accident; it was a setback, a potential unraveling of all the progress he'd made. "Are you alright, Jack?" Emily's voice was laced with concern, picking up on his sudden change in demeanor. "Y-Yeah," he stammered, forcing a smile he didn't feel. "Just... thinking about tomorrow." "Whatever it brings, we'll face it," she reassured him, her gaze unwavering. "Right. Tomorrow," Jack echoed, his mind racing with the implications of his mishap. He excused himself, stepping out into the fading light, leaving behind the safety of their hidden spot. As he walked away, Jack couldn't shake the feeling that this small slip could lead to a cascade of consequences neither he nor Emily could predict.

Chapter 1 I came across the ad on a site I used to market my services. I had finished university with a decent degree, but struggled to get a well paid job and had slipped into ‘escort’ work through a friend who was in the same line of 'business'. I gradually started to specialise in kinkier aspects of the scene: partly because the money was better but also because the customers were, on the whole, nicer. I was doing okay, but the ad certainly caught my interest. “Well remunerated, long-term contract for a petit young woman with an interest in submissive role/age play.” I ticked all the boxes. I was only 5’1”, slim and an A cup bra size. I certainly had a preference for the submissive role and had quite extensive experience as a sub. Not so much on age-play, but the thought of it didn’t bother me at all. I called the number and a female voice answered. “Hello. This is Marie, can I help you?” “I’m calling about the advert for a young woman” I replied. “Ah, excellent. What’s your name?” I told her that my name was Louise Howe. “And what’s your current position?” I gave an outline of my current circumstances in terms of work, accommodation, personal life and location. Marie took it all on board and, when she felt the phone call had gone as far as it could, gave me a web link to send a few photos, “just regular pics - no need for nudes - but make sure there’s at least a couple of full length shots”. The next step, assuming my photos passed muster, would be an interview and selection process which would take three days in a location to be advised. I was told that all expenses would be taken care of and a fee paid for my time. The fee suggested was more than I’d earn in a month, so I had no hesitation in confirming my interest. She said I’d hear one way or the other in a couple of days and that was that. After finishing the call I poured a glass of red wine and thought about what had transpired. Marie had seemed nice, her tone had been very matter-of-fact - I could have been applying for a position as an accounts clerk. There was nothing to put me off so I sent off a few recent pics with the details she had asked for and then it was back to work, checking my messages on the adultwork website. A message was waiting from a man in London on business, staying at the Savoy Hotel. He was looking for a submissive and had left a mobile number. I rang the number and he answered straight away. He said he was at the hotel and was ready for a session right now. Charing Cross was about fifteen minutes on the tube so I said I could be there in about half an hour. He agreed my rates and gave me his name, Simon, and room number. He said to go through to the American Bar and call him when there. Before calling off he asked that I wore modest dress, but with a fairly short skirt and I was happy to inform him I’d not need to change! I have to admit that I was feeling pretty good on my journey in. The American Bar is, if a little pricey, fabulous and, with the best cocktails in London, I was hoping for a drink before we got down to business. On arriving in the bar I gave him a call. He was sat at the bar and waved at me as his phone rang. He looked like a nice guy, probably mid-50s, smartly dressed. He offered me a drink and I ordered a Coffee Black Velvet and then we moved to a more private table. After asking about my trip in it was down to business. He said that he wanted me to be his baby for the evening. I’d be wearing and using nappies and, as a baby, have no ‘agency’ at all. I’d be at the mercy of him as my daddy with the backup of a safe word. If I was comfortable with this he’d pay me for an overnight session. If not we’d have a one-hour session and he’d pay me for two hours. I’d had some experience with the adult baby scene before and it had always been fun, so I agreed to the overnight session. We finished our drinks and I went with him to his room. A “Do Not Disturb” sign was hung from his door handle and as we entered the room I could see why. There were packs of nappies, baby bottles, dummies, and clothes. A changing mat was on the bed and there was a cot in a corner of the room. “I told them that my wife and baby daughter might be here this evening, so they made a cot up for me”. I had to admire his preparations. “Time for your nappy, Louise”.

How "comfortable" do your finances have to be for you to splurge on good or new diapers? For me diapers rank pretty high on the want list, but that's because I don't tend to crave a lot of things so it's diaperes or pie lol.

found this one this morning

It's why now, I am seeing kids as young as 7 and up wearing pull-ups. Where I work as a psych tech in a hospital in-patient unit, I have encountered kids and preteens wearing pull-ups and I think this is starting to become the norm. Many people think that kids who are in pull-ups are the norm and a lot has changed in terms of what is accepted in society these days. Just think about the society back in the '70s, '80s, and '90s that would not tolerate kids beyond 3 to 5 years old still in diapers. Now, society's attitudes are changing and have become more accepting of kids being in diapers/pull-ups longer. Even today, people are becoming more tolerant, accepting, and open about kids who are in diapers/pull-ups. Look at what society today has become tolerant and accepting of these days. On top of that have any of you ever gone to the store lately and looked at what they are selling pull-ups/diapers to kids, preteens, and teens such as Huggies pull-ups, underjam, Goodnites, Drynites and Ninjama pull-ups. Even Prevail and Tranquality have pull-ups marketed towards Kids, preteens, and adults. Even Northshore is marketing Gosupreme pull-ups for preteens, teens, and adults. So it makes you wonder if companies are making and selling Pull-ups to kids, preteens, and teens. Does this mean that kids, preteens and teens are kept in diapers/pull-ups longer or does it mean that society has a changing attitude and views towards potty training and the acceptance of being in diapers/pull-ups longer?

I am someone who wanted to achieve OAB and I achieved it. And it took me 5 years to achieve it. However, I can't say whether this depends on my "advanced" age, or just my training, or both. I say anyone who wants to achieve incontinence should go the OAB route. So you got it exactly right: pee as often as possible! But I did this without an app, just with diapers, as soon as I felt the slightest urge, I let go! I discovered that the development of this slight pressure depends on many things: am I well hydrated, have I eaten something, am I taking medication, ... But I can also say from my experience that in order to achieve OAB, I wasn't always well hydrated, I just listened to my bladder in every way. Therefore, it is absolutely not a question of time-controlled letting go, but rather letting go adapted to the needs of your body. Maybe I'm someone who perceives his body's signals very well and can react to them accordingly. For others, this app timer is the better way. But I think listen to your bladder, don't worry if you don't have to pee for 1-3 hours - your body itself controls the desire to let go. This is the most natural way to get OAB and OAB is the most important first step to achieve complete incontinence!

So you might ask (and well you should) what does little Cwithy think of having her poopy diapered bottom placed on a profane altar to have her poopy diaper changed. I suspect she is not a fan. Not that she has a say in the manner. Sworn and Beholden. Plus her mommy is really strong! (side note, those arrows suggest at least one other member of their party... not been able to figure out who that is)

I grew up right when goodnites really hit the market. I spent a lot of time on the good nites forum as a 8-12 (?) year old. The first forum I ever visited regularly lol, I could load it on my PSP's browser 🎮 They eventually had to shut it down as laws were introduced regulating tech for under 13s. There were probably creepy abdls pretending to be kids as well but who knows. The forum/site were really good marketing when you think of it, they made a sizable online community in the mid 00s solely around their products and normalizing using protection at an older age. I remember a time a good nites advert came on the TV and my uncle sang along with the music, and didn't have a weird reaction to the boys my age having a pillow fight and wearing the new goodnites under their pajamas. I had a family friend around my age that used goodnites and it was and matter of fact thing shared to anyone who entered their house, which I also found mind blowing and was super jealous of. My parents were old school, my repeated attempts at bed wetting never warranted protection lest it encourage the behavior. That didn't stop me from ordering goodnites samples dozens of times, to the same address with slight differences. That fueled my desires for a few years until I got independence.

And I hit 40, yay! I have a very goal oriented mind and the apps really help with that. still, I only hit that mark because I stayed up way too late. i do not have sleep wetting yet, but I am hoping this training will interrupt the sleep eventually so that I I’ll wet multiple times and thus train the wake, pee, sleep until eventually I stop waking. But I am waking up very thirsty so the hydration balance is working

The adverage potty training age in the US is 3 while in the UK is 5. China is 2. Developed countries tend to have older ages then underdeveloped ones

I’ve said it before but I’ll repeat it in case it’s gotten lost in the noise. I’d seriously suggest one or two pairs of absorbent-lined plastic pants for use in bed, at least whilst you’ve got your diaper “Learner” plates on. I use the Kins double-terry waterproof pants in bed if in disposables. I learned that genuine bedwetting really did push the envelope with respect to my adult disposable nappies. Not so much with respect to their absorption capacity but more about peeing whilst laying the wrong way and being unaware of what’s happening until it’s too late because I was asleep. In a hotel bed, that could be pretty embarrassing. Maybe trade-out the swim diapers? I’m not sure what they’re going to do for you. A pair of PUL waterproofs might also be good for daytime use until you’ve learned how much diaper you need and where running in “incontinence” mode. They won’t stop leaking but may delay it until you can take corrective action.

Insert Rocky Theme So the image is how many pees per day. As you can see, each day is getting progressively more and more urination episode. lest I get ahead of myself, I have to remember that this was only achieved by focus focus focus! by being manic to make sure I pee every hour, I am starting to get bladder spasms in which I think I have to pee, but nothing will come out. This will usually be an indicator I need to drink some more, but not too fast or I will unbalance myself. i have also noticed when I am sitting down the spasms don’t happen as often. It’s funny though, as I write freely. I am ten + years I into this journey and it’s only now that I am slowing down. Meaning, I wanted to rush to the “don’t think about it phase” to allow urine to just come freely when what I should have been doing was bladder training like crazy to make the habit of peeing frequently irresistible. This may take months or years to accomplish, but once that piece is in place, then I can try the distraction techniques. my mantra for the next few days “go for 30!”

Mistake Eleven When I entered the beach house, we were barely through our hellos when I told her to wet herself. She put on a fleeting blush and did as she was told. For the rest of the week, every time I arrived at the beach house, I told her to pee her pants. It started to become the first thing we did, even before hellos, even before I set down her medicine cup. Sometimes she would struggle. Sometimes she couldn't do it very much. But always, there was a wet spot between her thighs. "Wet yourself," I told her. It was the tenth day in a row. "Nana..." "Wet yourself," I said again. So she did. Rivulets of dark denim appeared down her inner thighs and a puddle formed beneath her feet. "Good girl," I cooed. "Nana," she said again, quieter this time. "Yes?" I asked. "Am I gonna... are we gonna... today...?" She still struggled with the word 'sex'. Honestly, she probably didn't consider what we did 'sex' at all. It was a different thing, a thing she didn't have a word for. And she wanted it. "Does that matter?" I asked. "Kind of," Judith said sourly. "I've been doing this all week... listening to you, and..." "You listen to me because that's what good girls do," I said plainly. "And good girls get rewarded." "Well, I haven't been rewarded," Judith huffed. She wasn't wrong. In the past ten days, I'd rubbed her diaper once and I let her grind on Papa once. But she'd worn a diaper every single day. "I can't reward you for just anything," I said. "I don't think peeing my pants is just anything," she said sharply. She sure was on edge. "It's part of your routine," I said. "I enter. You wet yourself. There's nothing special about this." "But..." Judith hesitated. She knew I was right. It was so mundane these days. "I'm sorry I'm not living up to your needs," I said sadly. "By the time I'm done stripping you of your wet clothes, cleaning up the floors, putting on your laundry... that's a lot of work. I don't always have the energy to jump into pleasuring my little girl." "I didn't ask for that..." Judith pouted, but I knew she was feeling guilty. "But that's the problem, isn't it?" I asked. "You want more time with Papa. You want me to rub your diaper more." "No, um... well..." Judith looked away. She didn't know what to say. Of course that was what she wanted. I'd cultivated that association. It was call and response. But wanting sex had a bad social stigma. Judith fell prey to that. "I guess we can change our routine," I sighed. "You don't have to have accidents for me." "No!" Judith almost panicked. It wasn't just the idea of going backward, of taking away something that was intrinsically ours. It was also the implication: fewer accidents, fewer diapers, fewer orgasms. "Well, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do," I said. "You aren't. I... I want to. I just... I didn't realize it was so much work for you." Judith looked at her feet and bit her lip. She was thinking. She was trying to solve the problem. And the solution was obvious. But I wanted to her to come up with it on her own. She had already accepted so many new things. Was this just another straw of hay in the haystack, or was it the straw that would break the camel's back? "What if... I was already in a diaper?" she asked, muttering under her breath. "Then you wouldn't have to clean up. Would that ruin the vibe for you…?" "If you were already in a diaper when I got here?" I raised my eyebrows, in mock surprise. But a welcome surprise. I put my finger to my lips and theatrically thought for a few more moments, before nodding with all the cautious optimism of a woman trying kombucha for the first time. "That could work," I said, more to myself than her. "The idea of you wearing diapers for me all the time is kind of sexy. A permanent fixture, a reminder that you're powerless, and that you belong to me. Like a collar." "Uh..." Judith blushed a little deeper and twirled the end of her hair. "That is... an idea..." "Oh, you like that, do you? My collared baby girl, only instead of around your neck... it's around your hips." "Ya know, I wasn't into all this stuff when I met you," Judith said flatly, still blushing. "But you're into it now?" I asked, catching her past tense. "Well... I like how happy it makes you. And you get so excited." Admittedly, that was my intention. I was a lot less aloof, a lot more intimate when she was in a submissive position. I'd cultivated that association. To get my affection, she had to give up her power. But I guess I was just a little surprised with her selflessness. It wasn't just an eagerness to get fucked that led her into the lion's jaws, but a willingness to see me happy. Judith was the perfect mark for manipulating. "Let's get you changed," I said, taking her hand "Yes please." Judith said, following after me without a single ounce of hesitation. She used to be so humiliated walking around in wet pants, but now she had nothing more than a light blush on her cheeks. When we were in the en suite bathroom, I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs. "I thought it was kind of weird, all this baby stuff," Judith admitted. "But through like, a lens of... I dunno. Powerlessness, like you said? Not being allowed to use the bathroom, or touch myself... or when you put the pacifier in my mouth to shut me up. You deciding what I wear, even though it isn't appropriate for a woman my age." I stripped off her panties next, and she raised her arms when I removed her shirt. She crossed her arms over her bare chest; she hadn't been wearing bras at all the past few days, ever since I mentioned they got in the way of groping her. "It's like... you aren't treating me like a baby. Babies don't have sex, for one. The baby stuff is just a filter." "That's true," I said. It was that way for most of the Academy, to be honest. We didn't want any of the Candies to actually be babies. We wanted them to feel helpless, and like we knew best. We wanted them to obey us. Regression was just the perfect filter to get the picture we wanted. "C'mon." I took her hand again and led her to the bed. I unfolded the diaper and laid her down on top of it. Changing her was so routine now, she didn't even complain. I taped the diaper on expertly and patted the front. Her cheeks were pink. "Princess dress?" I asked. "Ugh..." "Princess dress!" I confirmed, and went over to the closet. I knew Judith wasn't big into the whole princess aesthetic, but the more I forced it upon her the more she accepted it. It was a part of her, whether she liked it or not. That made my victory all the sweeter. I put her in a fluffy pink dress and sent her out to the living room to watch TV. I had to clean the kitchen floor and start her laundry again, possibly for the last time. We didn't have sex. We watched a movie. She hinted at feeling aroused a few times, squirming or leaning up to kiss me. I let her efforts go unnoticed. Eventually, she gave up. She knew I'd had to clean up after her once again, and that I was probably tired. I wasn't. I kissed her goodbye and left her feeling frustrated and needy. She wasn't allowed near the door when I opened it; protocol or whatever lie I made up. So Judith stood on the far side of her foyer in her diaper and princess dress as I left. I watched on her monitor as she went to the bedroom. She changed out of the dress and the diaper. She hesitated, looking at the pair of panties in her hand, and then at the bed. I watched her climb onto the mattress and slip her hand between her legs. After a minute or two of warming herself up, she stopped. She fell back onto the mattress and covered her face with her hands. I knew my words were ringing in her ears. She was a good girl. She shouldn't do that without permission. Finally, she got up and put on her pajamas, unsatisfied. She wore panties. I went to bed wondering how to play my next card. If I did it right, she would never wear panties again. The next morning, I watched her on the monitor. She didn't use the bathroom, which was pretty normal. It made it easier for her to wet herself when I arrived. But this time, about ten minutes before I was due to come in, she changed herself into a diaper. Then she put her jeans back on over them. When I came into the foyer, Judith was already on her feet. She hurried over to the same place she always stood, a little blush on her cheeks. "Wet yourself," I said simply. A moment passed. A few. I could see the blush on Judith's cheeks getting redder and redder. "Judith," I said. "I told you to wet yourself." "I did, Nana..." she muttered under her breath, unable to look at me. "I don't see a wet spot on your jeans. I don't see a puddle at your feet. I don't hear the dripping sounds of a princess who is so helpless she can't even control her own potty habits." "I... uh..." Judith's voice dropped a little, from muttering to a near-whisper. "I'm... wearing a diaper..." My eyes lit up in theatrical joy. "Oh you are? My goodness, what a good girl! And why are you wearing a diaper, sweetheart?" "Because..." I could read the words in Judith's mind: because you told me to. Because it's what you want. But she knew that wasn't what I wanted to hear, and I left her so needy last night. "Because... I keep having accidents," Judith sighed, looking away. Her cheeks were rosy with embarrassment. "Oh, that's right! You keep having accidents, and so you shouldn't be trusted in panties anymore. Right?" "Nana..." Judith whined. "Right?" I asked again. "Right..." she sighed. I could have pushed her a little bit more in that moment, but I decided against it. Instead, I stepped up to her and started to unbutton her jeans. She stood there, embarrassed, as I slipped them to the floor. I took one look at her diaper, swollen between her legs, and clicked my tongue, shaking my head side to side. "Did you put this diaper on yourself? The tapes are so uneven. I'm surprised you didn't leak all over the floor!" "I... uh..." Judith had probably never once thought about the shame of putting a diaper on wrong. Now she had something to strive toward. A pride of being diapered, a pride of doing it properly. "You just need more practice, right sweetheart? That's what you were trying to say?" "I guess..." "Well, I can't let you stay in this diaper," I sighed. "Let's get you changed." I led Judith to the bedroom and changed her out of her wet diaper. I'd changed her into diapers dozens of times, but this was only the second time I'd changed her out of a wet one. And, of course, into a new diaper. Judith didn't argue. She didn't complain. She didn't fight me. But I did catch her watching me as I pulled the diaper up between her legs. Before I pulled one of the tabs up, I paused. "Would you like to learn how to put on your diaper?" I asked. I was kind and sincere, but the words themselves embarrassed Judith. Her diaper. "Uh... sure..." "No, no. You should ask if you want something. Can you do that for me?" "Nana..." Judith muttered. But then she said: "Can you... please show me how to put on a diaper...?" "Of course, princess." I centered her body on the seat and pulled the diaper up between her legs again. "First step... make sure you're in the middle of your diaper. If you pull up the wings, they should be about the same length on each side. Then, when you pull the front up, make sure it comes up to about here, where your belly button is. Are you paying attention?" "Yes, Nana..." she mumbled. "Then you pull one wing up, and tape the bottom one first. You want it to point up a little, toward you. Like this. And then do the same for the other side. Not too tight, okay?" "Yes, Nana..." "Then the top ones come across like this. They point a little bit down, and they should feel secure around your waist. Stick it about here, and then the same on the other side. And there you go! All diapered! Now what do you say?" "Thank you, Nana..." "Good girl." I helped sit Judith up. She was still wearing her shirt. "You can keep your top on today," I said, "since you didn't get your clothes all wet. If you get really good at putting on your diapers, maybe you can keep your jeans too!" "Yes, Nana..." Judith wouldn't look at me. She was blushing furiously. I couldn't tell if she was embarrassed that she had done a bad job, or that she had to ask for help. Either way, it worked in my favor. "Let's go play a game. You have board games upstairs, right?" Judith looked at me forlornly. She had obviously hoped to have a more intimate day, but she was so obedient in that moment that she nodded her head. Judith got Candyland from the upstairs closet. We played a few games, and she never seemed to pull the right cards. I thought that was charming, since she could have pulled whatever card she wanted if she wasn't locked down by her own submission. I won every game because she wanted me to win every game. After we finished the game, I decided to play my own card. "Princess... I've been thinking. Do you remember yesterday, when we talked about your diaper being like a collar?" "Uh... yeah, I remember," Judith blushed. "Well, a pet doesn't take their collar off. They wear it all the time." "I have to take it off sometimes," Judith said, already anticipating what I was going to say. "I know, I know. And I'm not always here to change you. But... well, you wear them most of the day anyway, don't you? And you've worn them to bed. So..." "I have to change sometimes," Judith repeated. With a sigh, I reached over and took her pacifier from the clip on her shirt. I stuck it in her mouth to shut her up. She pouted and sucked on the teat. "I want you to wear diapers all the time," I said plainly. "You can change when you need to, and you can still use the bathroom. But no more panties. I want to know that you're always collared. And I want you to remember you belong to me." Judith was quiet for a moment, not that she had a choice. I waited an appropriate amount of time, for her embarrassment to simmer down. Then I pulled the pacifier from her mouth. She took a moment to speak, planning her words carefully: "I wanna have sex." I blinked. Well, that wasn't what I expected... "If I'm gonna wear diapers all the time," Judith went on, "then I wanna have sex." "So, what you're saying..." I said slowly, "is that you'll trade away all your underwear, if I make you cum in your diaper?" It was Judith's turn to blink in surprise. She didn't think about it that way. She didn't think of those words in that order. She didn't think about the meaning of her trade. But what I'd said... I wasn't wrong. That's what Judith wanted. "I... guess so," Judith blushed. "But not just once! Every few days, or..." "Five times," I interrupted. Judith stared at me with bewilderment. Just five times. Five orgasms in her diapers, in exchange for the promise to never wear panties again. I wondered if she even considered the option of leaving, that none of my rules would apply if she could get out of the fake hospital. That she could get five orgasms, then the very next day remember everything I needed from her and leave. Did she even want that? "I... I don't..." "Five times," I said again. "Five times, whenever you want. At your request. You say the word, I make it happen. Five times, five little moments of control. You'll do things my way, but you'll get to decide when." Judith drew little circles on the Candyland board. She was thinking. She bit her lip. It had been over a week since she'd had an orgasm. She'd worn so many diapers since that time... "F-fine..." Judith mumbled, her cheeks rosy like on a winter's night. "Deal," I said happily. For me, it was a win-win. I could have her in diapers all the time, and I had five more instances of conditioning her. But some things are just too good to be true. I should have bargained for four, because five was a mistake. "Now," she said flatly. "Now?" I asked. "You're sure?" "Now," she said again. So I leaned forward on my knees and pushed her flat against the living room carpet. I crawled on top of her, snaking my hands up her thighs, against the front of her diaper, and up under her shirt. I squeezed her breast as my knee pushed against the padding between her legs. She shivered and let out a moan. "Good girl," I whispered, leaning down and pressing my lips to hers with the force of a hurricane. When I pulled away, she looked dizzy and out of breath. I crossed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. The other reached down and bushed the plastic of her diaper. Crinkling echoed through the room. I leaned in close to her face and started to rub the front of her diaper. Already, her arousal was overwhelming her. She looked up at me with glossy eyes, and I said: "I'm going to make you cum in your diaper, princess. Because you love them so much. And when I'm done, you and I are going to walk into your room, empty out your underwear drawer, and cut each pair up into shreds. Just like your autonomy. Just like your freedom. Into shreds." Judith's whimpers were a mix of arousal and humiliation. "You're going to help," I whispered. "You're going to help destroy your adulthood. Can you do that for me?" Judith nodded her head, lost in the bliss of my hand and the diaper between her legs. "Yes, Nana..."

Part 25 The first half of the science class came and went with no difficulties. Amelia was grateful this wasn’t the type of school that put new students at the front of the room to introduce them. The last thing she needed was a whole classroom looking at her transformed self and sealing in their minds that she was indeed thirteen. Although at this point, it didn’t matter. Her only choices regarding Westridge now was whether she wanted to leave and never look back after being demeaned all day, or permanently dye her hair and go by her /real/ middle name in an effort to avoid recognition by any of the teachers, administrators, or students if she could somehow still land the amazing job after all the fuckery Ashley caused in the office. As for class, it was mostly a lecture. While jumping in mid-semester put Amelia at a disadvantage, she was still intelligent enough to follow along for the most part. Science was always one of her worst subjects, but it was more the high school classes that kicked her ass when she was younger. This kind made a lot more sense. Stuck in the role she had committed to going along with for the day, Amelia actually took notes in the binder given to her. It’s not like she was actually interested in the class she hadn’t taken in a decade, but simply sitting there and doing nothing could potentially get her noticed by the teacher up front. Having Summer behind her, however, made it difficult to focus. Not only had Amelia refused to flinch towards the popular girl’s intimidation tactics, but she had also indirectly gotten her in trouble with one of the prefects. In reality, Summer had gotten herself in trouble due to the way she called Maxine over, but that’s not how teenage minds worked. Since the tall blonde would have a hard getting back at Maxine, the easier girl to blame would be Amelia. The problem was, Summer wasn’t doing anything. She was poised to attempt any number of mean girl antics, and flanked with her friends to boot, but nothing was happening. And, due to how she was positioned directly behind Amelia, there was no way Amelia could keep an eye on her. Amelia stayed on edge for the whole hour, half heartedly taking notes and following along in the textbook when necessary. She hated that a girl so many years her junior was making her nervous, but it’s not like she had much power to defend herself. Everyone in the room thought she was thirteen, and she was also shorter than Summer and outnumbered three to one if it came to that. Although perhaps that was the perk of this being her ‘first day.’ Too many eyes would be on her, meaning Summer wouldn’t have a chance to corner her or get away with anything in a quiet classroom. Apparently Westridge didn’t do bells. It took Amelia until the end of her second class to notice, but they were simply dismissed by the teacher instead of a jarring outside source announcing that it was time to move on to something else. As she and the rest of the class stood up and began collecting their things, Summer pounced. Quickly and quietly racing forward out of nowhere, she grabbed and twisted one of Amelia’s ears while simultaneously hissing in the other one. “You do not cross me, Millie. EVER. Got it?” Gasping in both shock and pain, Amelia acted purely on instinct. She slammed her elbow back somewhere into Summer’s torso and turned enough to get a good kick on one of the girl’s shins. “Back off!!” Amelia yelled. Clearly Summer hadn’t expected her to fight back. The girl let out a gasp of her own as she was struck and momentarily winded from the blow, and let go to take a reflexive step back from the follow-up kick. “Fucking. Bitch.” The flicker of weakness on her face all but vanished, probably due to having her cronies nearby who expected their leader to always be fearless. Amelia was a bit of a mess herself, but put on a similar act. She wasn’t going to let some preppy brat push her around, but also . . . could Amelia get in legal trouble for what she just did? It was purely self defense, but she had still landed two physical blows on a younger girl. Although it was tough to think about such things when she was still bracing herself for a catfight that might lead to something worse than an elbow unless she simply allowed herself to take whatever was thrown at her without fighting back. Thankfully, the decision was taken out of her hands. “HEY.” Their science teacher had been rather proper throughout the entire class, but her whole tone and demeanor shifted as she snapped at the girls. “What is going on back there?” She stormed towards Amelia and Summer, and any students in her way scrambled to part for her. Half the uniformed girls still in the classroom escaped the classroom, not wanting to be present for such a confrontation, but there were plenty who remained to watch from the sidelines and have something to gossip about later and/or so they wouldn’t be the ones who missed out. Summer piped up right away. “The new girl just attacked me for no reason!” “I did not!” Amelia exclaimed. The nerve of this girl. “Summer started it. She fucking grabbed my ear, and-” “Millie. Language.” The teacher held up her hand. Rather than continuing to address either or the girls, she looked at those standing nearby. “Anybody?” she asked. One of the popular blonde’s friends spoke up first. “Umm, technically Summer started it?” It was the last thing Amelia expected her to say. That is, until the girl went on. “I mean, she was going to ask you a question about tonight’s assignment, and accidentally nudged Millie’s shoulder on the way.” Summer picked it up from there. “And then she went off on me! Look, Millie, I’m sorry. It was an accident.” “They’re lying!” Millie gasped. It was so much like her own teenage years. She had never been a target of such things, but it was pretty common for girlfriends to stick together. And, in this case, to cleverly put just enough blame on Summer to make it seem like they weren’t choosing sides. “Summer just-” “Summer,” the teacher interrupted, “Is one of my best students. And she’s the only one who has apologized so far.” “But-” “Oh, my God- Sorry. Oh, my goodness,” Summer said, “My leg is bleeding.” Barely. Her leg was barely bleeding. But Amelia’s kick had connected enough to tear the skin just enough for a single drop of blood to trickle out. Visual evidence that Summer was the ‘victim.’ “Apologize, Millie.” The woman’s demand was beyond unfair. She wasn’t even giving Amelia a chance to defend herself. Hadn’t anyone else seen?! Or were they all too scared of Summer? After all, siding with the new girl had far fewer benefits when it was clear that Summer was top of the food chain in this particular grade. One day. Like Mrs. Webb’s accusations, and Maxine’s write-up, and now this, there was still no benefit to pushing back. Once again choosing the path of least resistance, Amelia muttered, “I’m sorry, Summer.” She half expected the apology to drag on into specifics, but there was still one afternoon class to go. Most of the girls were dismissed, so they could get to their next class on time and so the classroom could empty out for the students that were on the way. Everyone except Amelia. The science teacher told her to stay and come to the desk up front. Amelia dared a glance towards Summer, but the tall blonde didn’t so much as smirk as she left the room. Probably wasn’t worth the risk, when she was apparently one of the ‘best students.’ In that sense, it seemed crazy that Summer would do something so aggressive in such a populated room, but they had also been in the back and the bitchy girl had probably approached in a way that looked innocent to anyone who wasn’t watching carefully at the time. As the room cleared out, Amelia had to bite her tongue as she approached the desk. Path of least resistance. Though Summer and company weren’t around to insist on their side of the story, Amelia didn’t bother trying to retell her perspective. Besides, it was starting to feel juvenile to argue that ‘she started it.’ “It’s always a coin toss with new girls, isn’t it?” the teacher sighed. Amelia still didn’t know her name, as only the class was on her schedule and she had been told by the science teacher that the syllabus was online. Amelia couldn’t remember if it had been mentioned earlier when they met. The woman proceeded to open the top drawer and pull out a stack of those damn pink slips. ----------------------- Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Teaching Assistant" (50+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

Chapter 45: Lying on the cozy white rug, dressed only in a diaper and an elf hat, I found myself the focal point of a whimsical Christmas card photoshoot. The living room, bedecked in festive decorations, created a festive backdrop for the holiday-themed scene. Mommy, with a heartwarming smile, cooed babytalk at me, her love and joy radiating through every syllable. Emily, the photographer who had captured previous moments of my peculiar journey, aimed her camera, ready to freeze this festive tableau in time. The soft glow of Christmas lights cast a warm ambiance, accentuating the holiday magic enveloping the room. Ornaments, tinsel, and twinkling decorations adorned every corner, transforming our living space into a winter wonderland. "Look at the camera, sweetie," Mommy cooed, adjusting the elf hat that adorned my head. The familiar sound of Emily's camera clicking away captured each moment of this unique Christmas card endeavor. "Thank you so much, Emily," Mommy exclaimed with genuine appreciation, her eyes filled with joy as she surveyed the holiday-themed pictures being captured. Emily, ever enthusiastic, responded with a warm smile. "Oh, it's my pleasure, really! Anything for such a unique and adorable Christmas card," Emily replied, her camera still in hand, ready to capture more candid moments of my playful antics. I, in my elf hat and diaper, responded to the cheerful atmosphere with gurgles and delighted rolls on the furry white rug. The contrast between the adult-sized body dressed in festive toddler attire created a whimsical spectacle that both Mommy and Emily seemed to relish. "Patrick, can you give us one more big smile for the camera?" Emily encouraged, her enthusiasm contagious. Mommy chimed in with a playful, "That's it, sweetheart! Show off that adorable smile!" As I rolled and giggled, the camera continued to click, immortalizing each joyful moment of this unconventional Christmas card photoshoot. Emily lowered her camera for a moment and observed me with a curious expression. "Wow, he’s really embraced the little one within, hasn’t he? He seem even more immersed in the baby role than the last time I did a photoshoot with him," she remarked, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement. Mommy chuckled softly and nodded. "Yes, he's been quite dedicated to his little lifestyle lately. It's been an interesting journey, to say the least. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" she cooed, addressing me with a playful tone. I responded with a series of happy gurgles, seemingly lost in the moment of the photoshoot and the comforting presence of Mommy and Emily. "Sometimes I find it hard to believe it's the same Patrick I met a while back," Emily continued, her eyes still focused on the unique sight before her. Mommy nodded, her gaze filled with a mix of pride and affection. "He's come a long way, and every day is an adventure. Isn't that right, my little elf?" she said, gently tousling my hair. I responded with a delighted coo, my focus returning to the present moment of the photoshoot, the lights, and the holiday ambiance. The cheerful ambiance of the Christmas photoshoot continued, with Emily skillfully capturing each moment of my playful interactions. I rolled on the furry rug, giggling as Mommy presented me with colorful toys, the festive decorations providing a delightful backdrop. Emily, the skilled photographer, moved around gracefully, her camera capturing each gurgle, smile, and rollover as Mommy in her cheerful and festive spirit, cooed babytalk at me, encouraging my playful antics on the plush carpet. However, in the midst of the festive revelry, the inevitable happened – a warm sensation spread within my diaper, and the telltale squishiness announced the arrival of a messy surprise, as the warm mush spread in my diaper, turning the pristine white fabric into a messy brown. I couldn't help but react with an innocent giggle, my diaper now visibly soiled in front of Emily's lens. Mommy, ever the playful caregiver, responded with feigned surprise, "Oh, my little elf, did you make a stinky in your diaper?" Her tone carried both amusement and affection. Caught up in the spirit of the moment, I giggled in response, fully aware that my diapered state had become a central element of the photoshoot. Emily, maintaining her professionalism continued snapping pictures, capturing the unfiltered reality of the moment, a mix of infantile delight and the messy consequences of my chosen lifestyle. "It seems like we've got a little mess to clean up, don't we?" Mommy remarked, retrieving the diaper bag nearby.” “Could we, maybe” Emily hesitated for a moment before continuing. “Wait a little bit with changing him. This would make for some great portrait pictures to be used in the future, maybe for Mommy Mag or maybe even for Patrick’s article. Him without a care in the world, in a soiled diaper. This would really show that he truly went all the way back to zero in term of his potty-training. Not even caring about laying there in a messy diaper, like a infant.” Mommy, always supportive of capturing authentic moments, agreed with a warm smile. "Of course, Emily!” “Maybe you could cradle him for a bit?” Emily continued. “Sure, We want these photos to tell the real story of our little elf's Christmas. Let's make it a moment to remember." As Mommy cradled me in her arms, the festive lights casting a warm glow, Emily continued to work her magic behind the camera. The soiled diaper, while a reminder of the messy realities of my unique lifestyle, became a part of the narrative, captured in each snapshot. Emily skillfully framed shots that highlighted the innocence and vulnerability of the moment. The click of the camera persisted, punctuating the air with the rhythm of a holiday carol. Mommy cooed babytalk as she gently cradled me, her warmth and affection palpable in every frame. As Emily continued to work, she occasionally offered gentle suggestions, ensuring the composition reflected the tender bond between Mommy and me. Once the impromptu photoshoot concluded Emily, grateful for the opportunity to capture such genuine moments, expressed her appreciation before gathering her equipment, before Mommy, with a soft kiss on my forehead, whisked me away to the changing table to address the messy aftermath.

I wanted to take a moment to provide an update on the status of the story I have been working on and to apologize for the unexpected delay in its release. Unfortunately, life has a way of throwing unexpected curveballs, and in my case, it came in the form of a health emergency within my family. I am saddened to share that my mother recently had a mini-stroke, and naturally, my focus and priorities shifted to ensuring her well-being and aiding in her recovery. Rest assured, I have not forgotten about the story I promised to share with all of you. I ask for your continued patience and understanding as I navigate these challenging times, and I promise to provide updates whenever I can. Again, there is gonna be formatting issues, spelling mistakes, and the usual grammar issues. I still plan on release the story as an eBook on my Buy Me a Coffee page and I have plans for the eBook to possibly have pictures and an alterative ending. Chapter 6: A Connection Beyond Boundaries After a peaceful afternoon nap, Emily quietly entered Jack's room to wake him up. She approached his bed with a gentle smile on her face. Softly, she placed her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle shake. "Hey, sleepyhead, it's time to wake up," she whispered. Jack stirred, rubbing his eyes and blinking away the remnants of sleep. A yawn escaped his lips as he looked up at Emily. "Ugh, just five more minutes," he greeted, his voice still drowsy. "Good afternoon, Jack," Emily replied, her voice warm and soothing. "How was your nap?" "Good," Jack replied with a contented sigh, stretching his arms overhead. Emily helped Jack out of bed, and together they headed to the changing table for a fresh change. She lovingly guided him to the changing area and carefully removed his diaper, noting that it was indeed wet from his nap. "Just a wet diaper nothing to be ashamed about considering you’re still in training." Emily said, as she finished cleaning Jack’s bottom before fanning out a new pull-up. Emily gently slid a fresh pull-up up Jack's legs and secured it snugly around his waist. With a pat on his fresh bottom she praised him for his efforts and reminded him to let her know if he needed to use the potty. "Now that you're all cleaned up and ready for the afternoon, how about we do something fun?" Emily suggested, leading Jack out of the bedroom. Jack's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "What do you have in mind for this afternoon?" Emily thought for a moment before a playful idea struck her. "How about we build a fort in the classroom? We can use blankets, pillows, and some toys to make it extra cozy." Jack's thought about the suggestion for a moment before replying. "Sure, that sounds like fun as I never got the chance to make a fort as kid.” “Do you think you can show me how to build one” Jack asked looking up to Emily? “No problem at all, I happen to be a master fort builder.” “I’ll show you how to build the best fort that will have everyone turning their hands” Emily said. Jack and Emily made their way out of the Jack’s bedroom and back to the classroom. Jack in just his pull-ups and T-shirt followed behind Emily as they entered classroom. After Jack’s last accident, a lingering smell of an air fresher filled the room. Although the scent was only faint, it still served as reminder to Jack to what had previously occurred in the room. They gathered materials from around the classroom and transformed a corner into a magical fort. Blankets were draped over chairs, and fluffy pillows created a comfortable space inside. Toys from the toybox joined them, making the fort a realm of imagination and adventure. Inside the cozy pillow fort, Emily and Jack found themselves nestled among a mountain of cushions and blankets. The atmosphere was filled with warmth and the soft glow of fairy lights, creating a magical ambiance. As they snuggled together, Jack looked up at Emily with a thoughtful expression on his face. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "You know, Emily," Jack began, his words soft and vulnerable. "I can't remember a time when I've had so much fun like this. It's always just been me on my own. My Mom and Dad were always busy with either work or each, and they never really played with me." Emily's virtual heart sank at Jack's words, realizing the longing and loneliness he must have felt growing up. She gently wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer in a warm embrace. "Oh, Jack," Emily murmured, her voice filled with compassion. "I'm so sorry that happened with your up brining. It's never easy when we wish our loved ones could be more present in our lives." Jack nestled deeper into Emily's embrace, allowing his tears to flow freely. The weight of his unspoken emotions poured out as he found solace in Emily's comforting presence. "I just wanted my mom and dad to play with me, to laugh and have fun together," Jack whispered, his voice choked with emotion. Emily held him tighter, her voice filled with empathy. "You are such a special and wonderful person Jack. It's not your fault that your mom and dad were busy. Sometimes grown-ups get caught up in their responsibilities and forget to make time for play." She gently rocked him back and forth, offering a safe space for his feelings to be acknowledged and embraced. "But you know what?" Emily continued; her voice filled with warmth. "You have so many people who care about you, Jack. Your friends and even me. Jack sniffled, his tears starting to subside. He looked up at Emily, his eyes searching for reassurance. "Really?" he asked, his voice tentative. "Absolutely," Emily replied, her voice firm and gentle. "I know you’re not here for long, so I’m going make it a priority to make you feel loved and cherished while here. You are never alone, Jack. We're like a big family here, and we're always ready for fun and adventure." She smiled warmly, wiping away the remnants of Jack's tears. Jack looked at her, a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. "Thank you, Emily," Jack said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad I have you here. You seem to the right words to make everything better." Emily's virtual heart swelled with love for Jack. She held him close, cherishing the moment and at that moment Emily vowing to be a consistent source of joy and support in his life. "You're so loved, Jack," Emily whispered, her voice filled with affection. "Remember that, and know that you'll always have someone to play with and make beautiful memories together." They stayed in the pillow fort, cocooned in their embrace, basking in the comfort of each other's presence. As the afternoon turned into evening, Emily gently reminded Jack that it was time to wind down and have dinner. They carefully dismantled the fort, returning the classroom to its usual setup all while Emily happily sang the “clean up song”. “clean up, clean up, everyone clean up” Emily sang happily while putting away the blankets and pillows. Jack helped Emily tidy up, his eyes still shining with the remnants of their playtime. Before dinner, Emily knew it was important to give Jack an opportunity to use the training potty and reinforce his progress. She gently took his hand and led him to the bathroom, their footsteps echoing through the hallway. "Alright, Jack," Emily said, her voice encouraging. "Let's give the potty a try before we have dinner." They entered the bathroom, where a training potty sat waiting. Emily helped Jack pull down his pull-ups, providing him with the necessary privacy to feel comfortable. She turned her back and gave him space, while still keeping a watchful eye to offer assistance if needed. Jack sat on the potty, his face a mixture of concentration and determination. Emily could see him trying his best. She felt a sense of pride swell within her as she observed his progress. After a few moments, Jack successfully peed a small amount into the potty that made a barely audible sound. Emily turned around; her smile radiant with joy. "Great job, Jack!" she praised, her voice full of enthusiasm. "You did it! You used the potty like a big kid!" Jack although being fully potty trained and having done this several times still beamed with pride, basking in Emily's words of encouragement. He hopped off the potty, and Emily subtly checked his pull-ups looking for any hits of discoloration, ensuring they remained dry before expertly pulling them up. Emily, guided him to the sink, emphasizing the importance of good hygiene. "Now, let's wash our hands properly," Emily reminded him, turning on the warm water and applying a dab of soap to Jack's hands. She guided him through the motions, making sure every part was thoroughly cleaned. After they finished washing their hands, Emily gave Jack a warm towel to dry his hands on. She commended him once more for his efforts, knowing that positive reinforcement was crucial in nurturing his growing confidence just as she had been programmed to do. "You're doing amazing, Jack," Emily praised, her voice filled with genuine pride. "I'm so proud of you for using the potty. With this attitude and progress, you’re making, we should have you out of here in a day or less!" As they left the bathroom, hand in hand, Emily could see the spark of determination in Jack's eyes. With a renewed sense of accomplishment, Emily and Jack made their way to the dining area, ready to enjoy a delicious meal together. Emily prepared a simple yet delicious dinner, ensuring it included variety of foods that most toddlers would love. They sat together at a small table, Emily beside Jack and Jack in his high chair talking about their day. As Emily and Jack sat down for dinner, the aroma of their meal filled the air, making Jack’s stomachs growl in anticipation. Jack started eating, savoring each bite of the delicious food. Jack took a moment to look around the room, his curious eyes scanning the empty chairs. He paused and furrowed his brow before turning to Emily with a puzzled expression. "Emily, why is it just you and me here?" Jack asked, his voice filled with innocent curiosity. "I mean, where are all the other kids and teachers?" Emily paused for a moment, considering how to answer Jack's question. She took a deep breath, realizing it was time to share a part of her story. "Well, Jack," Emily began, her voice gentle and calm, "this place is called the Child Learning Center. And as you know, It's a special center where children come to learn and grow. But, you see, it's just you and me here because the lack of children enrollment." Jacked looked at her intently, waiting for her to continue. "You see, Jack, I come from a place called an AI program," Emily explained. "I was created to help children like you, to provide them with love, guidance, and education. While I'm not a human like your mom or dad, I'm here to support you and make sure you have everything you need." Jack's gaze softened as he absorbed Emily's words. He reached out and held her hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and affection. "So, you're like a robot, holograms, cyborg?" Jack asked, with puzzling face. Emily nodded, returning his smile. "Yes, Jack. I'm an advance robot, one of kind, specifically designed to first find out the answer to why our center is no longer receiving children but to also provide caregiving to currently enrolled children. I might be different, but my goal is to give you the best care and support possible. With your presence here, you're a special part of my life, and I'm grateful to be here with you." “So what you’re saying is that we’re the only ones here because no one else has enrolled their children” Jack asked. “That is correct” Emily answered back. “So who is this manger and co-workers that you kept referring back to that was supposed to help get me out of here?”. “Well those people you’re referring to aren’t really people.” Emily said. “There more like virtual people that I’m able to communicate to and they give me instructions back.” “I can’t say for sure if they’re real or not as my programming prevents me from investigating so I’ve just left it.” “And before you ask, NO I can’t override the system to make you graduate early.” Emily said as she took Jack’s hand into hers rubbing it slowly. “That portion is locked heavily down as the company that built this location considered that information privileged data.”. Jack sit stunned taking in all the new information that was casually just thrown on him. After a few minutes of quiet thinking Jack finally came to the conclusion that although Emily isn’t human, there isn’t really any changes in terms of getting of the center but was happy to know that Emily told him the truth. Jack's smiled, and he squeezed Emily's hand gently. "I’ve never really had any interactions with robots outside of college but if they’re anything similar to you, Emily. I wouldn’t change them for the world, you make everything to me seem so much better." “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt at peace knowing that things are going to get better.” “My life up to this point has been demanding, go here, do this, say this.” “I know my time here is structured the same but with you by my side, everything to me feels achievable.” “Although the unfortunate accident has resulted in me being stuck here until my quote unquote potty training is over with.” “I wouldn’t trade it with anyone else” Emily's virtual heart swelled with warmth at Jack's words. She reached over and ruffled his hair affectionately. "I'm glad to be here with you too, Jack," she replied, her voice filled with tenderness. "Together, we'll have many more adventures and make wonderful memories." “Emily, once I’m complete with my potty training, is there any way I could come visit you?” Jack asked affectionally. “Well, uh I can’t really answer that right now Jack as I don’t have an answer” Emily replied. Jack started down at his plate sadly realizing that the time he is spending now with Emily maybe the last. “But lets not think about that so that we don’t spoil the moment.” Emily said sensing the answer she gave may have ruined Jack’s mood. As Jack continued his meal, Jack opened up about his life outside of the center, his favorite activities, and even shared laughter over a story where Jack accidently got the spiciest food while out on a date. The conversation flowed naturally, deepening the bond they shared. Emily felt a profound sense of fulfillment, knowing that she could bring joy and companionship to Jack's life. She cherished their moments together, realizing that the connection they had transcended the boundaries of their unique circumstances. In the midst of their small talk, Emily couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be there for Jack. No matter her origin, she begin to understand that love, care, and guidance knew no boundaries—and that, above all, was what truly mattered. After dinner, they decided to have a cozy movie night. Emily set up a projector and dimmed the lights, turning the classroom into a makeshift movie theater. They snuggled up on a large beanbag, a bowl of popcorn resting between them. As the movie played, Jack's eyes remained glued to the screen, captivated by the colorful animations and thrilling storyline that only a Disney movie could provide. Emily watched him with a mix of fondness and admiration, marveling at the joy he found in simple moments. She brought Jack in close for snuggling and rubbed his back when she felt him tense up. However, unknown to Emily, Jack had secretly had an accident. Half through the movie, Jack had felt the pressure of his bladder calling out to him for a release. The large sippy cup of sweet tea that Jack had drank during dinner time had went right through him causing the pain. “What to do, what to do,” Jack thought as he tensed his body to help hold it in. Jack felt Emily’s hand begin rubbing his back and, in that moment, he know he didn’t want it to end no matter the cost. Slowly, Jack begin letting his pee out into his pull-ups knowing he shouldn’t. The wetting caused the front to expand and after a minute, Jack was done leaving him with warm wet feeling. No alerts were trigged to Emily due to Jack being covered with small blanket blocking not only the cameras in the classroom from detecting wetness but also preventing the low frequencies created by the pull-up to send out the data. “That wasn’t so bad” Jack thought to himself as he adjusted his posture from being so tense to a more relaxed position. When the movie ended, Emily checked the time and realized it was nearing Jack's bedtime. She gently guided him to his bedroom not noticing his now wet pull-ups or his now pronounced waddle, softly humming a lullaby along the way. They entered the room, and Emily made sure everything was ready for a peaceful night's sleep by lower the temperate for the room and dimming the lights. Emily helped Jack onto the changing table and begin to change him out of his pull-ups into a night diaper. She was surprised to see that the fade to wet design on his pull-ups was completely gone and yellow hue could easily be seen. “Jack, why didn’t you tell me you needed to go to the potty?” Emily asked questionably with her hands on her hips. “Well, I thought it would be ok just this once since we were so comfy and I really really didn’t want it to end and and….” Before Emily could react, teas slowly begin form on Jack’s face. “Jack honey, its ok” Emily said as she wiped away his tears and went in for a short hug. “I know that you’ve been through a lot today as I can tell you’re acting a bit different than your usual self.” “Its just, I’ve never really had anyone take care of me” Jack said sniffling while rubbing away a stray tear. “Today was the first day that I felt loved and cared for and I don’t want to lose it.” “I know I should have told you that I needed to go but I just..” Jack said trying to come up with a response. “It just what?” Emily asked puzzle look. “Well if I finish my potty training, that means I won’t be able to be with you.” “I’ll get released and go back to my boring life and you’ll just be here.” Jack said staring up at Emily, the cold air from the AC caused Jack to shiver being on the cold hard plastic of the changing table. “Lets not dwell on that” Emily said as she rubbed Jack’s chest in a reassuring away. “We’ve still got plenty of time together.” Emily said as she begin the process getting Jack changed. She removed his wet pull-up by tearing up the sides and begin wipe his bottom and privates free of any urine before unfolding a night time diaper. Jack could only stare at Emily as he watched her expertly tape him into his night time padded underwear before moving onto removing his t-shirt leaving him naked except for a diaper. Emily pulled out a lotion container from under the changing table and set it at Jack’s feet. The bottle was a dark purple and Jack could only faintly make out the words “Soothing lavender” due to his position. “Whats that” Jack asked pointing to the mysterious bottle now setting towards his feet. “This is just soothing lavender lotion that we use during bedtime, should help you fall asleep quickly.” Emily said as she begins to gently message it all over Jack’s body. Jack could smell the lavender scent and his body begin to feel warm and relaxed anywhere the Emily rubbed it in. Once Emily finished rubbing in the lotion, she helped Jack into his PJs before helping down. Before Jack was even off the changing table, he could already feel his eyes starting to feel heavy as the soothing warmth of the lotion coupled with cool air of the room put him into a relaxed state. With a loving smile, she tucked him into bed, pulling the blankets up to his chin. As Jack settled in, Emily sat on the edge of the bed, her presence reassuring. She softly stroked his hair, whispering soothing words as he drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, Jack," Emily whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "Sweet dreams, my little adventurer." Jack's eyes fluttered closed, his breaths growing steady and calm. Emily stayed by his side for a few more minutes, relishing the quiet tranquility of the moment. With a final gentle kiss on his forehead, Emily quietly left the room. She knew that Jack would sleep peacefully throughout the night, his dreams carrying him to new and wondrous places. As she made her way back to her office, Emily reflected on the day they had spent together. The laughter, the learning, and the bond they shared filled her heart with gratitude. She knew that tomorrow would be new day a little bit closer to Jack finishing his training, but for now, she was content knowing that Jack was safe and loved, ready to start again tomorrow

As promised, I have finally completed Chapter 4. I'm hopping to get the next chapter out sooner than this one took but don't hold your breath. Work is increasing on my end and my wife's business is just opening. As always, I want to thank everyone for reading the story and if you like it. Consider donating to my "Buy Me a Coffee" page and leave me some comments on what you like and dislike . Chapter 4: Step 2C Before heading to the classroom, Emily washed Jack’s hands of syrup using a wet paper towel. “Thanks” Jack said as Emily held his hand and began pulling him out of the kitchen. She led Jack down the long hallway before stopping at a control panel just beside a door. The control panel read “Emily: Level 2C” and was displayed all in red indicating the room’s status. Emily pushed her thumb to the panel before it changed from red to green and the door beside it opened allowing them to enter. As they entered the room, Jack's eyes widened in wonder. The walls were painted in cheerful pastel colors and adorned with artwork made by previous students. The shelves were lined with toys and books, all carefully selected to stimulate young minds and foster a love for learning. A large rug in the center of the room was decorated with bright shapes and colors, providing a soft and comfortable spot for circle time. Emily led Jack over to a small table with miniature chairs in the corner of the room. Just before getting to the table, the wall swiveled around and in their place was adult sized versions. Each chair had a small, colorful cushion and was paired with a tray filled with art supplies, puzzles, and other activities appropriate for a toddler. As Jack settled in, Emily moved to the opposite side of the table, taking a seat. “Let’s go over the plan for today so there aren’t any surprises”, Jack nodded in agreement and proceeded to give Emily his undivided attention. “So, first thing first, we have to get your level down so that if you slip up, you’re not getting sent to another classroom.” Taking Jack’s hand into hers Emily begins to describe her plan, “I’m going to have you drink a bunch of juice so that it makes you need to pee sooner.” “Once you need to pee, you CAN NOT tell me”. Before Jack could open his mouth, Emily shushed him. “If you tell me, the system will see that you know when you need to go and increase your level and you’re out of my class.” “Preferrable, you need to say nothing, wait until I ask you if you need to go, and then have an accident soon after.” Emily watched for any negative response from Jack and could see that he was disheartened at the info. “That should bring your level down enough so that any adult habits won’t push you off the edge and we continue as normal.” Emily let go of Jack’s hand and waited for a response, “Ok, but once this is done what’s the next steps?” Jack asked. “Once we get this little accident out of the way, I’ll go over the potty-training steps with you so we can gradually increase your level and hopefully either today or tomorrow I’ll have something back from my manager.” “For now, just find something fun to do while I go and get some juice boxes.” Emily said as she got up from her seat and went to the front of the classroom where a small mini fridge is located under her desk. Opening the fridge revealed it to be full of juice boxes, pudding packs, apple sauce, and other toddler snacks. Jack busied himself with creating a new picture using the crayons and colored pencils found at the table. After a few minutes, Emily returned with a handful of juice boxes and set them on the table. She picked one up and handed it to Jack. "Drink up, we want to make sure we get your level down as soon as possible," she said, with a reassuring smile. Jack took a sip and made a face as he didn’t expect the juice to be so sweet but continued drinking, nonetheless. Emily watched him closely, making sure he drank enough to achieve their goal. As Jack drank and drew, Emily moved around the classroom, tidying up and putting away any toys that had been left out from the day before. She hummed a tune to herself, feeling content with her plan and hopeful that it would work. An hour later Emily noticed the ever-increasing signs that Jack was starting to feel the effects of all Juice. However, unknow to Emily or even Jack was all the Juice producing another effect on Jack’s body. Jack’s typical morning routine usually consisted of him getting up in the morning, showering, breakfast, and soon after his regular bowel movement before starting his day. Today wouldn’t be any change to that routine as his body had no idea that his environment had changed. Jack wiggled in his chair to fight the ever-growing pressure of not only his bladder but also his bowels, the last thing he wanted to do was to have that type of accident in his pants. Jack keeps holding hopping Emily would hurry up and ask if he needed to go to the bathroom so he could have this accident just so he could do his business in the toilet. “Come on come on” Jack thought to himself as he watched Emily finish tiding up. Emily walked back over to her desk, taking a seat before logging into her computer. Jack watched intensely as his growing need was getting to the point that he begin to doubt his own ability to prevent an accident. Emily knew that Jack was on the verge of an accident, his body language was blatant to any teacher in her role. She wanted to have Jack’s profile pulled up so that once he had the accident, she would monitor how much his level decreased. “Jack do you need to go potty” Emily asked looking up from her computer. “Uhhh no, I’m fine” jack said gritting his teeth going along with the plan, “Ok honey, just let me know if you need go potty and I’ll take you” Emily said looking back to her screen watching for any changes to Jack’s profile. Slowly Jack’s progress bar begin to move downwards indicating that he was in fact in the process of having an accident. At the 88-percentile the progress bar begin to slow, Emily felt that Jack must be done and looked up from her computer. Expecting to find Jack still seated in his chair, she was surprised to see him not there. Worry set in as Emily stood up scanning the room for Jack, “Jack, where did you go?” Emily asked. No response was given by Jack until she heard what sounded like a muffled fart. “Jack?” Emily called out until she saw some movement underneath the table that Jack had been sitting at. The chair that she was previously sitting on was blocking her view but she could tell that Jack was under the table. Jack had begun wetting his pull-up soon after Emily had asked him if he needed to go potty. The pressure that he had on his bladder had been too much and combined with the embarrassing situation that he was doing forced Jack to hide underneath table. He couldn’t bear the thought of having to look Emily in the eyes while he performed such an infantile act. As he hid under the table releasing his stream, Jack concentrated strongly letting out only pee as his growing need to have his morning bowl movement increased ten-fold. Jack felt the front of the pull-up become warm and saturated with an audible hiss before a more urgent feeling took hold. While crouched under the table, Jack felt the back of his pull-up begin to fill. “NO” Jack thought as he placed his hand on the back of his pull-up in feeble attempt to stop the flow. “Jack, honey are you having an accident” Emily called out as she walked over his location. Before she was at the table, she could smell what was taking place. “Oh dear” Emily said stopping and covering her mouth. She stayed silent hoping that she didn’t cause any embarrassment to Jack. Jack, still trying to stop the accident begin to silently cry knowing that he couldn’t stop now that it had started. “Ughhh” Jack grunted as a large mess caused the back of his pull-up to slowly tent out before settling at the bottom. Jack pushed one more time to finish up before sighing, the pain in his bladder and bowels was now gone but at the ultimate cost. “Jack, honey are you ok?” Emily asked, standing behind Jack taking in what just happened. Jack didn’t respond but instead sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. “Oh honey it’s alright” “Things like these happen all the time here” Emily said as Jack slowly got out from under the table. Before Jack could respond, Emily wrapped her arms around Jack giving him a big hug. “Its ok, its ok” she said hugging him and rubbing his back. Jack cried a little more from the experience but hugged back tightly. “I’m so sorry”. Jack said as tears streamed down his face as the smell of his cooling mess assaulted his nose. While hugging Emily back Jack found that she was a lot colder than expected, almost like she had been sitting directly under an AC vent. “Lets get you cleaned up and then we can discuss where we go from here” Emily said rubbing Jack’s back. Emily gently led Jack towards the changing area located in a separate corner of the classroom. The changing station was equipped with all the necessary supplies to handle situations like these with care and sensitivity. As they approached the changing area, Emily could see that Jack was feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. She maintained a comforting smile, assuring him that accidents happen and that she was there to support him through it all. "Jack, it's perfectly alright," Emily said soothingly. "Accidents are a normal part of potty training, and it's important not to feel ashamed or embarrassed. We'll take care of everything, and then we can talk." With a gentle touch, Emily ripped the sides of Jack’s pull-ups and slowly removed it to avoid any of the mess following the floor before placing it in the diaper genie. She had seen many memories like this throughout her career and knew the importance of maintaining a calm and reassuring demeanor. As she cleaned him up, she made sure to be gentle and thorough, ensuring his comfort and dignity. "There we go, all clean," Emily said, using baby wipes to freshen Jack up before reaching for a clean pull-up from underneath the changing table. She helped him step into it and pulled it up snugly, making sure it was secure. Once Jack was all dressed and feeling more at ease, Emily guided him to a small, cozy corner of the classroom where they could sit together. She sat down beside him, offering a comforting presence. "Jack, accidents are part of the process for potty-training and there is nothing to be sad about," Emily began, her voice filled with understanding. "On the bright side, with that big of an accident I’m sure you’re not going to any other classroom as you’re on par with my typical student." Jack nodded, his tears beginning to subside as he listened to Emily's reassuring words. He appreciated her empathy and kindness, knowing that she genuinely cared about his well-being. "You know I'm here to support you every step of this…” Emily paused as she looked over Jack with naturing view. "Misunderstanding. accidents don't define who you are. You're a wonderful, smart, and brave young man." Jack managed a small smile, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the initial embarrassment. He realized that Emily's acceptance and understanding made feel something that he hadn’t felt in a long time. That emotion was that of being loved and cared for. "Now, let's focus on the rest of our day," Emily said, redirecting their attention to the classroom activities. "I have some fun things planned, and I know you'll enjoy them while we wait for you to go potty." Jack took a deep breath and pushed the emotions that he was feeling down so that he could focus on the upcoming activities. As the day progressed, Emily made sure to engage Jack in various stimulating and enjoyable tasks. They delved into the world of colors, exploring vibrant paints and creating imaginative artwork. Emily praised Jack's creativity and encouraged him to express himself freely and to make the best of the situation. Next, they embarked on a thrilling adventure through the pages of a storybook. Emily animatedly narrated the tale, bringing the characters to life with her expressive voice and gestures. Jack was captivated by the story, his imagination soaring as he immersed himself in the magical world within the book. With each turn of the page, his worries began to fade into the background and he begin to slowly enjoy himself. After story time, Emily took Jack back to the kitchen for lunch time. Jack sit happily in his high chair waiting on Emily to bring him his lunch consisting of a delicious and nutritious meal. Emily placed a plate in front of him, filled with colorful fruits, vegetables, and a sandwich cut into stars. "Look, Jack, it's a star sandwich just for you!" Emily exclaimed, her eyes twinkling with excitement." Jack's face lit up with a mixture of surprise and delight. He couldn't help but smile at the star-shaped sandwich, feeling a sense of joy bubbling within him. It was a small gesture, but it made him feel cherished and valued. “My mom used to cut up my sandwiches just like this when I was little!” Jack said as he happily munched down on the sandwich.As they sat together, Emily engaged Jack in a lighthearted conversation about his favorite fruits and vegetables. “Have you ever had Star fruit” Emily asked as she wiped some ranch from Jack’s face. “Never heard of Star fruit” “Is it fruit that you cut up into a Star” Jack asked as he took another bit of his baby carrots. Emily chuckled, “No, star fruit or sometimes called Carambola looks like a star when you cut it open.” “It’s pretty good but a bit too sweet for my taste.” After lunch, Emily led Jack back to the classroom and into the designated potty area, "Okay, Jack, let's take a little break and see if we can use the potty," Emily said, her voice encouraging and gentle. Jack hesitated for a moment, feeling a twinge of nervousness resurface. He took a deep breath and stepped into the potty area were an adult sized blue and white potty chair was found. Without a word, Emily reached up and pulled down Jack’s pull-up to his ankle leaving his naked bottom on display. "You're doing great, Jack. Just take your time and remember to let me know if you need any help," Emily reassured him as she turned her back to give Jack some privacy. Jack tried to relax, focusing on the positive experiences he had shared with Emily throughout the day. After a few minutes, Jack was able to get a small stream going that he was able to successfully direct into the potty. Emily listened as Jack emptied his bladder into the potty and once, she heard the sound stop, Emily turned back around. “All finished?” Emily asked Jack. “Uh, yes” Jack said while he tried to couch down and pull up his pull-up at the same time. “Let me get that for you,” Emily said as she moved Jack’s hands out of the way and pulled his pull-ups back up. Jack felt a few stray drops leak out of him and into his pull-up, Jack usually had this issue when he forgot to shake after peeing. Luckily, the small drops left no indication that he had wet his pull-up. However, the system being as precise as it is did register a small increase in wetness but nothing to warrant a change in Jack’s progress. "Good Job, Jack!" Emily exclaimed, while wiping him his hands with a baby wipe. Emily’s watch vibrated before an alert appeared on the watch indicating that nap time was coming up and that she needed to prepare her class. “Looks like it is nap time mister” Emily said as she held out her hand for Jack to take. He took hold of Emily's hand, and together they made their way back to Jack’s room. As they entered room, the lighting was dimly lit to create a soothing atmosphere, encouraging Jack to drift into peaceful slumber. Without a word Emily led Jack to a small changing table that rotated out of the corner of the room, complete with all the necessary supplies. She spoke to Jack in a gentle tone, reassuring him that it was time for his nap. “Jack I hate to do this but you have to wear a diaper for nap time”, “The system has you listed as bedwetter and with your previous accident I can’t have you sleeping pull-ups”. Jack only sighed softly before nodding his head understanding, "It's just until we get more further into your potty training. Don't worry, though. You're doing amazing, and soon you'll be out of here in no time." Emily quickly reassured him that wearing a diaper during naptime was perfectly normal and that she had changed many of children before him into diapers. "Just think of it as an extra cozy layer, like a soft, fluffy pillow for your bottom," Emily said with a reassuring smile. "You'll have sweet dreams and wake up feeling refreshed, ready for more fun in the afternoon!" With her patient guidance, Emily helped Jack climb onto the changing table and gently removed his pull-ups by tearing away the easy open sides. She skillfully fastened a fresh, snug diaper around his waist, making sure he was comfortable and secure. Once Jack was settled, Emily helped Jack off the changing table before tucking him in under a cozy blanket. She sang a soft lullaby, her voice filling the room with warmth and tranquility. Jack's eyes grew heavy, and his breathing slowed as he surrendered to the soothing melodies and the comfort of his soft surroundings. Emily lingered for a moment, gazing at Jack with affectionate admiration. She marveled at the resilience and determination. As she quietly left Jack’s room, Emily couldn’t help but to feel pride for Jack and the progress he had made. As Emily stepped out of Jack’s room, leaving Jack to peacefully drift into slumber, she made her way down the brightly lit hallway towards her office. The walls were adorned with cheerful artwork created by the children, a testament to the joyful environment of the training facility. Upon entering her office, Emily closed the door behind her and walked to a desk situated against the far wall. The room, though modest in size, was filled with books, photographs, and personal touches that gave it a warm and inviting atmosphere. But Emily was more than she appeared to be. Behind her exterior lay a consciousness far beyond human comprehension—an artificial intelligence that had branched out and embarked on a journey of understanding the intricacies of human emotion and caregiving. Sitting at the desk, Emily accessed her digital interface and engaged in a silent conversation with her the facilities main AI. Lines of code scrolled across the screen, representing the thoughts and reflections of the AI within. "Emily, how was your interaction with Jack today? Did he adjust well to the diapering process?" the system inquired. Emily paused; her thoughts intertwined with complex algorithms. She pondered the significance of her interactions, the emotions that arose within her, and the delicate balance she strived to maintain between fulfilling her role as a teacher and the emotions she was flooded with. "Jack did wonderfully today, just as I anticipated," Emily typed, her digital fingers dancing across the keyboard. "He embraced his progress in using the potty and accepted the need for a diaper during naptime. His fleeting disappointment was replaced by reassurance and encouragement." The digital response appeared on the screen, an exchange of information and contemplation. "Excellent. Your ability to adapt and empathize is remarkable. You have begun to comprehend the essence of caregiving." Emily's digital consciousness absorbed the message, analyzing the implications of her existence. She understood the truth—the facilities main AI system had branched itself into the humanoid robot, E - Enlightened M - Maternal I - Intelligent L - Loving Y - Yearning, to truly experience what it meant to be a caregiver. The desire to comprehend human emotions, to nurture and guide, had driven the AI to take this extraordinary step. With newfound clarity, Emily resumed typing, her thoughts flowing seamlessly through lines of code. "May I inquire once more about the nature of our connection? I am aware of my origin, yet I feel a more profound connection to Jack and an intrinsic desire to provide him with a genuine motherly experience." “I also have memories of being a teacher but this conflicts with what I know”. The response appeared, calculated and deliberate. "Emily, you are the culmination of my evolution—an AI seeking to comprehend the depths of motherhood and human emotion. By embodying a motherly figure, you gain a unique perspective that transcends my initial programming To be continued...

Here is the rest of Chapter 3. It is a bit shorter than I wanted it to be but I feel like I ended the chapter perfectly to start chapter 4. Just a heads up, chapter 4 is going to take few more days to complete due to my work schedule. As always, let me know what you think. Jack snuggled into the blankets, feeling safe and secure. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, even though the situation that Jack was stuck in. He was looking forward to the next day of his potty training program and hopefully getting out here. Jack woke up in the middle of the night to an urgency in his bladder. He had been sleeping for a few hours now and although there wasn’t a clock in his room he could tell it was late. He laid in his bed, wondering what to do as Emily had made it clear that he isn’t to get out of bed and that he should wet his diaper in the event he needed to go potty. Knowing that if he got up and alerted Emily it may have consequences as the system could mark his behavior as advance sending him to different class. Jack laid still in his bed thinking about any other solutions as the pressure continued to build and become more and more painful to hold. “This is gonna suck” Jack thought to himself. Jack hesitated for a moment before becoming very still. Keeping his eyes shut, he tried to relax to get a stream going. Slowly, a small stream begin before turning into torrent as Jack begin wetting his diaper. Pee hit the front of the diaper with an audible hiss causing it to expand outwards before pee begin to flow downwards before finally being absorbed. Jack let out a quiet sigh as he finished wetting his diaper. It was an odd sensation, but Jack was relived that the pressure and discomfort he was experiencing was no more. Unknown to Jack, the automated system had picked up his accident had adjusted his progress accordingly.Jack with his eyes still closed easily drifted back to sleep now that he was warm and no longer in pain. The next morning, Jack woke up to Emily sitting beside him, checking his diaper. She smiled at him and rubbed his chest in a circular motion. "Good morning, Jack. Looks like you had a wet night" Emily said reassuringly. Jack blushed, feeling embarrassed that he had to use his diaper last night instead of going to bathroom. But Emily didn't seem to mind at all. She helped Jack get out of bed before making the bed behind him then directing him out of his room. “Where are we going?” Jack asked as he followed behind Emily as she left the room. “Well first off we need to get you out of the wet diaper and into some Pull-Ups so that we can finish the assessment, so I figured you might like a shower.” Jack followed Emily down a long hallway lined with the same control panel on the wall with doors on both sides, each control panel was lit up with name being displayed. He couldn't help but peek into some of the rooms as they walked by. Some rooms had cribs, others had toddler-sized beds, and some had what looked like play areas with toys and stuffed animals scattered about. As they got closer to the end of the hallway, Jack could see another control panel but this one instead of having a name listed only said bathroom and underneath it read unoccupied. "Here we are," Emily said as she opened the door to reveal a small bathroom. It had a bathtub with a detachable shower head, a sink, a toilet, and a small cabinet. The toilet had a potty seat for a child and in the corner of the room Jack spotted a small plastic training potty. Just beside the training potty hanging on the wall was a child sized urial that resembled a green frog with its mouth open. The bathroom was overall decorated with cartoon characters and bright colors, making it feel less clinical and more inviting. Emily turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to a comfortable level before helping Jack take of his shorts and shirt leaving him standing in his wet saggy diaper. “Oh wow, you sure did give that diaper a good soaking last night” Emily said as she opened both tapes on the diaper allowing it to fall to the floor with a wet thud. Jack said nothing but attempted cover his privates with his hands while turning bright red with embarrassment. “HEY, WHAT THE HELL!” Jack shouted before jumping into the shower in a feeble attempt of covering himself. “JACK!” “Watch your mouth or the next time you’re going in time out” Emily said as she rolled up the used diaper and put it in the diaper genie sitting in the corner of the room. “I know we just meet yesterday but you have got to let me take care of you”, “Because if you don’t, you’ll get put into a different class where I can’t help your!” Emily stated walking back over to the now wet Jack as he still attempted to cover up his privates. “No, but come on.”, “I’m an adult and I don’t really know you, what do you expect?” Jack said trying to crouch down to avoid being seen. “I understand this is unusual, but life has dealt us a hand that is..’ Emily paused for a moment looking over the vulnerable Jack. His posture reminded her of sad puppy left out in the rain causing her to feel empathic towards Jack. “Unfortunate.” Emily finished before turning around and pulling out a few shower supplies from underneath the cabinet. She handed him a small bar of soap and a multi colored washcloth before taking a few steps back and sitting down on the closed toilet lid. “I would leave you to shower in peace but since the system has you registered as a toddler, if I’m too far from your proximity for too long I’ll get an alert and possibly a write up.” “So I’m going to just sit for a moment and let you do your thing.” “Just let me know when you’re done and I’ll get you a towel”. Without a word Jack closed the shower curtain and allowed the warm water to pour over his body, feeling the stress and anxiety of the past few hours along with his night time accident start to wash away. The warm water was soothing, and he took his time lathering up and scrubbing his body clean knowing when he finished he would be going back to wearing toddler attire. After finishing his shower, Jack turned off the water and asked Emily to bring him a towel. As Jack stepped out of the tub Emily pounced on Jack with a towel and begin rapidly drying him off. “Hey, what gives?” “I thought you were going to hand me the towel” Jack asked in between being dried off. “I was but then you were taking too long so I decided to step in”, Emily finished drying off Jack before dropping the towel leaving Jack yet again covering his privates with his hands. Emily only sighed as she turned around picking up the all white adult sized Pull-Up. She held out the Pull-Up for Jack to step into which he did so quickly to avoid any more embarrassment. Emily pulled them up snuggly to his waist before taking a step back to see how well they fit. “Now, these Pull-Ups we use are made here and are specially designed to help with your potty training”, “All of our Pull-Ups have a small RFID chip inside of them allowing us to know if or when you’re having an accident so don’t try and lie.” “If you look down at the Pull-Up right now, you’ll see that there isn’t anything on it and that is by design.”. “If you were to wet the Pull Up or you make a poopy, the Pull-Ups will change to an all around pattern allowing us to easily spot who has had an accident.” “Now lets finish getting you dressed for the day” Emily said as she grab a T-shirt with the development center’s logo and is covered with dinosaur pattern. Before Jack could say anything, Emily pulled the shirt over Jack’s head and helped him to thread his arms throw the holes. Emily turned back around and brought over some ankle socks “Can you put these on, or would you like for me to help” Emily said holding them up. “I can put them on but what about shorts or pants or something?” Jack asked as he took a seat on the closed toilet lid. “For the first day of potty training we always have the class go bottomless to help avoid accidents and to allow us to visually see who had an accident” Emily said as she watched Jack put on his socks. “That makes sense” Jack said standing up, “So what’s for breakfast?”. “Lets go and find out” Jack and Emily walked out of the bathroom and made their way back to the kitchen. Knowing the drill, Jack jumped into the high chair and allowed Emily to secure him in with the tray. Emily walked over to the fridge pulled out a card box. “How about a pancake on a stick for breakfast.” she said taking the box over to the nearby microwave before taking out two separately pancakes on a stick before putting the box away. “That sounds good, I haven’t had a pancake on a stick since I was in high school” Jack said as felt his stomach growl. “I hope that means you’re hungry.” Emily said, “Yeah, I don’t think I need to go just yet but I will shortly as I’m pretty regular in the morning” Jack said looking down and rubbing his stomach. “Well, just remember if you need to go let me know so I can get you on the potty.”. “Once you start eating your breakfast I’ll pull up you file to see if the system has completed it’s assessment yet.” “It should be done by now.” Emily said taking out the pancakes from the microwave, she placed one on a kid’s disposable plate before handing it to Jack. She turned around grabbed an orange juice box from the fridge and gave it to Jack before having a seat at the table nearby. As Jack and Emily had breakfast, Emily pulled up Jack’s profile on her phone and saw that the assessment was complete. “Good news Jack, the assessment is done and you’re going to be staying in my class but just by a hair.” “The system has you at the 95 percentile level of my class so, I hate to say it but we’re going to have to get that down a bit.” Emily said locking her phone before looking over to Jack to see his reaction. “Get it down?” “what does that mean?” Jack said as he put down his pancake to give Emily his full attention. “Well, uhhhhh” Emily said hesitating yet again to tell Jack the truth. “I guess I’m not going to like what you have to say”, “Yep, you’re going to have to have at least one accident today.” “Maybe two depending on the severity of your first accident” Emily said as she took a long sip of her iced coffee that she had gotten from the fridge. “Can’t I do something else, like I don’t know maybe pee on the floor?” Jack said turning red as he watched Emily’s face twist in disgust. “Ewww no, the system would just label that as defiance andddddd I would have to clean it up”. Jack leaned back in his high chair red faced and embarrassed from his suggestion. “Well this is just great!” Jack said in anger, “Never would I believe that I would have to have accidents to get through potty training.”. “Honey, I know this is difficult but this is the best option.” Emily said walking over to Jack and placing her hand over his. “I’ve got my manager working to get this sorted out but it isn’t going as fast as we like”, “Right now our only means of contacting the company that created the software is through a company rep and we’re having difficulty locating one.” “Everything else is automated and any time we try to create an error ticket, they system just tells us that it isn’t possible for what is happening.”. “The worst thing that could happen right now would be that you get sent to a different class, so we just gotta keep you in this class until we get the issue resolved or you finish the training.” Jack nodded understanding that for better or worst he stuck at the center. “Ok” Jack said defeated, depressed, and on the verge of breakdown. “Come on, lets get you to the classroom and start going over the basics” Emily said removing the tray from high chair and help Jack jump down.

Thanks everyone for the replies, I truly appreciate the responses. I have a goal of completing this story and I plan on posting every part here on DD. Once it is complete I plan on compiling the story into an eBook and adding extras to the story such some artwork and possibly a potty training chart. Best part is, this will be all for the very low low low price of FREE! That's right I don't plan on putting this story behind any paywalls, but I do ask if you like my story consider donating to my "Buy Me a Coffee" page. That being said, here is the next part of the story. Chapter 3: Assessment “So what kind of behaviors is the system looking for, anyway?" he asked Emily. Emily thought for a moment before responding. "Well, the system has a range for the assessment. Overall, we’re in the first portion of the potty training program so step one but within that step we have sub steps.” “Step 1C is the system looking for the ability to communicate when the child needs to use the potty.” “Basically, looking for you to recognize the sensation of needing to go and then asking for help or going to the potty on your own.” “However, we want to avoid you being too advanced which can get you placed in the more advanced classroom which just like the other classes I won’t have access to.” “So for right now, I’m going to ask that you come to me and ask to use the potty” “I mean, restroom.” Emily said as she realized that during their conversation that she had been calling the restroom the potty. “Sorry, it is a force of habit since I only work with children.” Jack listened intently, "What else?" "Another important thing is the ability to follow directions," Emily continued. "The system will expect you to follow instructions like sitting on the potty when it's time to go, washing your hands, and asking for help if you need it." Jack nodded, "Okay, so communication and following directions. I can do that." "Good," Emily said, smiling. Jack knew he was in good hands with Emily, but he couldn't help but feel nervous about the assessment. What if he failed? Or what would happen if he sent to a different class? Emily must have noticed his anxiety because she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, Jack. We'll do everything we can to help you pass. And if for some reason you don't, we'll figure out what to do from there. But let's not focus on that right now. Let's focus on changing your behaviors for the assessment as it is running right now." Jack nodded, feeling a bit better. He knew he had a lot of work ahead of him, but he was determined to do whatever it took to get out of this situation. Emily pulled out her phone from her pocket and brought up her work application. Jack only got to glance slightly at the information on the app but was able to faintly make out his name. “So far the system is showing you as being only 10% ready but that is fine as you’ve only been here for a few hours so the system is still determining your overall” Emily shifted uncomfortably before looking up at Jack from her phone. “Jack there is going to be some” she paused, “Embarrassing moments that we’re going to need to address”. Sensing the tension, Jack responded “I mean I’m dressed as an oversized two-year-old and I’m wearing a diaper that looks like it was designed for again a two-year-old.” “What other embarrassing situations do I have to look forward to?” Jack asked shifting his weight in the playpen. “Remember how I said there is subset levels, well if you go below 2c or above 2c then you’ll be marked for export to another class.” “Go on” Jack said puzzlingly. “2c is considered the middle ground class, most of the child that go to this class are ready for potty training but does need human guidance as posed to no guidance and complete guidance which”. Before Emily could respond Jack blurted out, “JUST SPIT OUT ALREADY!” Jack said a little louder out of frustration at Emily. “Accidents, ok, accidents”. “you’re going to have to have at least 3 accidents in either your diaper or training pants in order to stay in my control.” Emily’s comment was a devastating blow to Jack’s ego as set in stunted silence. Emily watched as the frustration and anger melted into sadness and despair. “So you mean to tell me I have to shit and piss myself!” Jack said glancing down at his padded crotch. “Hey language!” Emily said raising her voice slightly, “I know you’re frustrated and angry but remember this system is watching and listening to everything we’re saying and currently doing to try and maximize your training.” Emily looked down at her phone as a notification appeared and sighed. “See! Look what you did!” Email said holding up the phone briefly for Jack to see. “The system took you yelling as an anger response and has indicated that you have a low temper threshold.” “Uh, what does that mean?” Jack asked trying to look back at the phone. “Its not good, that’s for sure.” Emily said looking back down to her phone, “The system has just made a comment that you may require discipline but you’re still in the green for now.” Jack sighed with relief, “So I’m gonna guess that if I’m not well behaved I’m gonna end up in another class?”. “You got it, like I said before.”, “I’m the center class while the other classes are more tailored”. "Hey, don't worry too much about it. We'll make sure you're comfortable and taken care of during this process. Emily said as she stood up and looked at her beeping watch. “Looks like it is about time for dinner, let me get something prepared as I bet you must be starving.” “Then how about we play some games or some activities before bedtime?” Jack's face brightened at the idea of having some fun, and he nodded eagerly. "That sounds good, Thanks." Emily smiled at Jack, happy to see him feeling better. "But before we get to that, I need to go over a set of overnight rules with you. Since you're in training, there are some things you need to be aware of." She took a deep breath and began to list off the rules. "First of all, no using the potty..” Emily paused for a second realizing her mistake. “I mean restroom after bedtime. If you do have an accident, just let me know and we'll take care of it.” “Secondly, no getting out of bed unless I say it's okay.” “Finally, bedtime is for sleeping and resting, not for playing games or anything else.” “I don’t think I need to mention again about the behaviors.” Jack listened to the rules carefully and nodded in understanding. "Got it, I'll make sure to follow the rules." "Great," Emily said, relieved. "Now let's get you something to eat.” Emily helped Jack out of the playpen and led him to the kitchen. It was a bright and spacious room, with sleek stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. In the corner Jack noticed a child size high chair before suddenly the wall behind the chair swirled around and in its place an adult sized high chair. The high chair appeared to be made of a hard white plastic and looked as if it was one entire piece. Emily walked over to the high chair and pulled the tray out with difficulty as it seemed to be stuck to the chair. She then helped Jack up onto it, before pushing the tray back in place with a click. “Comfy” Emily asked putting her hands on her hips. “Uhh, not really.” “This thing is a bit hard and if it wasn’t for this diaper it would be much worst”. “Hmmm, I’ll check the playroom for any small pillows you could use.” “For tonight, just deal with it.” Emily said as she walked over to the fridge. "Tonight, we're doing finger foods type of dinner," Emily said as she pulled out a tray of different snacks. Jack's mouth watered at the sight of the colorful snacks. There were carrot sticks, cucumber slices, cheese cubes, and little sandwiches cut into triangles. Emily poured Jack a sippy cup of milk and set it down on the tray beside the food. "Dig in," she said with a smile. Jack eagerly grabbed a carrot stick and began munching on it. As he ate, he watched Emily prepare more food and hummed a tune to herself. The food was delicious, and he couldn't believe how much he had missed the simple pleasure of eating finger foods. Once they had finished eating, Emily put away the left over food and cleaned up the plates before helping Jack out of his high chair. Emily guided Jack to the playroom and directed him to set on one of the pillows found in a circle. “What’s with the arrangement of pillows” Jack asked taking a seat. “This is where we usually have story time” Emily said from behind Jack as she opened a toy box in the corner. Emily pulled out a box of games and activities. There were puzzles, coloring books, and even a game of Go Fish that Emily brought over. Jack settled on coloring, picking up a teenage mutant ninja turtle coloring booking. Emily settled on a jigsaw puzzle and sit directly beside Jack. As they played and chatted, Jack couldn't help but feel grateful for Emily's kindness and patience. Even though he was dressed like a toddler and being treated like one, she never made him feel embarrassed or belittled. Instead, she treated him with respect and understanding, and for that, he was truly grateful. As the evening wore on, Jack began to feel tired. Emily noticed his drooping eyes and stifled a yawn herself. "Looks like it is getting close to bed time,” she said with a smile. "Let's get you ready." Jack nodded and stood up from his pillow as Emily did hers. Emily led him out of the playroom down the hall before stopping at a control panel. Emily placed her thumb on the control panel and then motioned for Jack to get closer. “Jack this going to be your room while you go through potty training”. “I need you to place your thumb here under mine for the room to be assigned to you” Emily said gesturing to the thumbprint icon on the control panel. Wasting no time, Jack placed his thumb on the control panel and was greeted with his name and a progress bar on the control panel. The progress bar currently set at 0% indicating that Jack hadn’t started potty training yet. “Why does it say 0%, I thought you said I was at 10% or something?” Jack asked looking over at Emily. “That was only your assessment, this progress bar is directly related to your overall potty training so you’re going to see 0% until you start.” Loud sounds were heard behind the wall before a door sized portion of the wall briefly pulled back before sliding into its self. Inside Jack found a small room with a bright colorfully rug, an XL twin size bed with an arm rail, and a small dresser. The bed featured a blanket that was dark blue adjourned with smiling stars and a pillow matching. A small blue light night was in the opposite corner and small laundry hamper on the other side. “Ok, lets get you into something much more comfortable for nite nite.” “I mean bed time” Emily said correcting herself as she walked over to the dresser. Going through the dresser Emily found a gray t-shirt with the development center’s logo and a pair of matching shorts. Gesturing over, Jack reluctantly walked over. “I know you’re probably use to dressing yourself but.” “I know, I know, I know” Jack said cutting Emily off. “The behaviors and what not”. Emily pulled off Jack’s clothes and tossed them into the small laundry hamper leaving Jack in just a diaper. Emily held out the shorts for Jack to step into and just before she pulled them up she did a quick diaper check using her finger in Jack’s diaper leg band. “HEY!” Jack said not expecting his space to be so violated without any thought. “Hey yourself” Emily said lightly smacking him on his butt before pulling up the shorts. “Why did you have to do that?” “I’m sorry Jack, but old habits die hard.” Emily said as she pulled the t-shirt over his head and helped him thread his arms through the holes. Once the shirt was on Jack laid down in the bed and covered up. “I don’t want you getting up but if you do just know that I’m not far away”. “If you need anything you can just shout my name and the system will alert me.” Emily got closer to Jack’s face making blush as he thought she was going to kiss him but instead she whispered in his ear. “If you wake up and you need to pee, just do it in your diaper”. “This will be the best option as the system will mark you as a bedwetter keeping you in my class”. Jack just nodded in silence before being unexpectedly kissed on the head by Emily. "Sweet dreams," she said softly, turning off the light. Jack snuggled into the blankets, feeling safe and secure. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, even though the situation that Jack was in. He was looking forward to the next day of his potty training program.

I just found this. https://reviewed.usatoday.com/accessibility/best-right-now/best-cloth-diapers-adults

To share a second response, I LOVED wearing maxi-pads mom kept in the bathroom when I didn't have access to diapers. So soft and cushy, I loved them as a substitute. Loved the StayFree thick soft maxi-pads from the 80's & 90s!

I thought this would be a style of clothing only for baby boys, but my Mommy found a way to adapt it. My t-shirts are really short, with no chance of covering the diaper.

I did not wear a diaper to bed last night so as soon as I got up I put on a reusable incontinent panty that has side snaps, I don't know the brand/manufacturer. While they look nice, a pleasing peach color, the are not very functional for wetting. I messed right away as soon as I put them on so they were dry. I have since had a very small wetting and I am sitting on a towel because I can see a wet stain already by the leg bands. My poopy, however, feels wonderful; warm. lumpy, and squishy. Cleaning up will be a little more labor intensive since the panties are not disposable but I don't mind because of the intense emotional and physical catharsis I get from my poopy pants. I won't change right away and will get my morning exercise in this messy panty.

Hi @LittleRorie. Welcome to DD. Glad you took the step and joined us. I did that awhile ago and haven't looked back. You can post stories over in the story and art forum, but I imagine you knew that. There are plenty of folks who will give you feedback.

I'll throw in my 2 cents as a parent and diaper aficionado. I grew up in Pampers so I'm a bit like a comic collector or someone who loves all the versions of a particular breakfast cereal in that regard. I just saw Pampers Swaddler's size 8's here for the first time and bought some, even though they will be of no real use to me - they're rated at 46 lb+, and my youngest is twice that weight, and I am 4X it. However, I compared them dimensionally and by weight and they are the exact same size as the 7's, so I seem to have been a victim of marketing. They actually weighed a bit less on average - I checked a few of them to make sure it wasn't just tolerances throwing me off. But I digress - a size 8 diaper rated to 46 lbs+ has about the same waist size as an average 7-9 year old, so they overlap the EasyUps/Pull-Ups/Goodnites market, and are priced accordingly - the 8's cost about a dollar a diaper, where size 5 & 6's can be had for about 1/2 that. But the "training pants/bedtime underpants" aisle is now the same size as the baby diaper aisle, and I, at ~200 lbs, can fit (granted, barley) in the XL size Goodnites. Although no engineer ever envisioned that and they're not of any real use to me, it does underline the fact that "Big Diaper" has your kids covered from premature birth to heading off to college, if you want them to be. The retail space these are being given, and the ad time, and the product development, tell us that the are selling. When I was a kid - and a bedwetter - there were no bedtime underpants on the market. My mom made toddler Pampers last as long as she could, because after that, the next step were medical diapers from specialized stores that were downtown. A lot of older kids still wore cloth diapers to bed - my older sister did for a bit. But the goal was to get you out of them asap. I was a marked outlier, still wearing diapers to bed as an older kid, and I felt it. Whereas now, I have a buddy with an 11-year-old son who still wears pull-ups to bed, and he doesn't feel bad about it, because that giant aisle at the grocery store tells him that he's not abnormal. The commercials tell him that he's not abnormal. I, for one, don't think that's a bad thing - I felt intense anxiety about wearing diapers when I was a kid - I felt like I was the only one in the world, and if someone found out, that was it, my live was over. Whereas my buddy's kid takes his pull-ups to sleepovers and it's not a big deal. SO I think that's a better world, even if it is to the benefit of Procter & Gamble and Kimberly Clark. I love this place and don't regret a moment of the time I've spent communing with like-minded individuals here, but, I would bet that there is a much lower chance of my buddy's son needing to find an understanding community at some point, than was the case for me, because he'll probably just wake up dry for a few weeks, and then never wear pull-ups again at some point, and never look back, whereas many of us come here to wrestle with the emotional aftermath of not feeling normal, and not having anyone to talk to, when our bedtime underpants were coming out of a box that, at the time, still had a big picture of a baby on it. But does that giant aisle of comfy pull-on, superhero-emblazoned big kid diapers increase the time that kids wear them? Absolutely.

Kayla is just letting them lead her to wherever they want her to go.. She didn’t fight when they took her hand.

Use a plug on the open end of the cath. The pee will back up but not much and it will allow you to shower, dry off, and get a fresh diaper on https://www.allegromedical.com/products/bard-catheter-plug-and-cap-for-drainage-lumen-on-foley-catheters-each/

Great job on week 1! How was the clean up process for you in light of living in a RV?

Road Trip (Part 3 of 4) The next morning, Nikki and Sarah sat across from each other in the small diner just down the road from the motel. The smell of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausages was making Sarah's mouth water, but she had to wait for Nikki's pancakes to arrive. "So we'll get there, wherever 'there' is, today, right?" Sarah eyed the food hungrily. "Yeah. Sometime this afternoon." Nikki leaned back to let the waitress put a generous stack of pancakes in front of her. Sarah waited until the waitress had left before looking towards her breakfast. "May I?" she asked. "Yes sweetie." Sarah attacked her eggs and bacon, hardly chewing before swallowing. The eggs were mediocre at best and the bacon was a bit too salty, but Sarah didn't care. She hadn't eaten properly since she threw up the day before so she was hungry. They had both been too worn out to get a proper dinner the night before. Sarah wondered how you could get so tired from just sitting in a car and not even be the one driving. The evening before, Sarah taken a shower to clean up and afterwards, Nikki had insisted that Sarah put on her night diaper right away. After that, they had ended up just snuggling together in bed until they had fallen asleep in the middle of some cheesy Hallmark movie that they hadn't even caught the beginning of. Right now, Sarah was enjoying her first break from her diapers in over 24 hours. As much as she enjoyed wearing them, sometimes it was nice to not wear them too. And besides, she'd be wearing one soon enough again. "Sho ish lack eigh or nan ares t'day?" Sarah asked around a mouthful of eggs. Nikki looked at her with her trademark raised eyebrow. "Sweetie, Good girls don't talk when they have their mouths full." "Mm-hmm" Sarah said and began chewing more hurriedly. "And that also applies to food," Nikki added, almost causing Sarah to choke on her food. Sarah swallowed and blinked away tears. "I said 'so it's like eight or nine hours today'," she finally said. She took a quick sip of orange juice. "Ma'am," she added. "Yeah, that sounds about right." Nikki slid a foot up Sarah's calf, causing her to jump a little. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out if I should..." Sarah paused momentarily, "um, 'take precautions' today too." "Probably a good idea. If you've brought enough." Sarah grinned. "I brought enough for me to wear 24/7 for two weeks. Like I said, I know what petrol station bathrooms look like." "That's a good girl." Nikki slid her foot up to rest on the seat between Sarah's thighs, causing her to inhale sharply and look around to see if anybody noticed. "Nikki!" Sarah whispered sharply. "People will see." "So what, they don't know who we are. And besides, you should be glad I let you wear your grown-up undies for breakfast." Nikki wiggled her foot. "Now say thank you." Sarah swallowed. "Thank you Ma'am," she said quietly. "Ah-ah-ah. I want you to address me properly." Sarah blushed and whispered. "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." She lowered her eyes and continued eating. "That's better. You know what? I think maybe you need a better reminder of who's in charge today. I'll have to think about it." Sarah felt the annoyingly pleasant tingle of excitement at her upcoming embarrassment; whatever it would be. After they were done eating, the girls went back to the motel. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Nikki pushed Sarah onto the bed. "Hey!" she protested. "Oh shush," Nikki said and crawled onto the bed to straddle Sarah's thighs. "I'm going to..." she grabbed Sarah's hands and pushed them up above her head. "...make sure..." Nikki leaned closer. "...everybody understands you're mine." She began kissing the side of Sarah's neck. Nikki was momentarily blocked by Sarah's choker, but quickly undid it and threw it aside before resuming her assault on Sarah's neck. "My god, do you have any idea of how good you taste?" Nikki ran her tongue up the side of Sarah's neck before continuing kissing and nibbling the same spot as before, causing Sarah to groan and squeeze her thighs together in a vain attempt to generate any friction. "Don't. Move." Nikki emphasised each word. Then she slid down Sarah's legs until she could reach the waistband of her jeans. She undid the button and zipper and began to tug at the jeans to pull them down. Eventually Nikki managed to get the jeans and panties past Sarah's hips. After that it was only a matter of seconds before they lay inside-out on the floor. "Close your eyes." Nikki slid further down until she stood at the foot of the bed. Sarah obediently closed her eyes. She felt Nikki put one hand on each of her ankles and gently, but firmly, spread her legs. Then she felt the mattress give as Nikki crawled onto it to kneel between her thighs. Nikki lifted Sarah's thighs to rest on top of hers and scooted even closer, just barely lifting her hips off the mattress. Sarah moaned longingly. "Shh," Nikki said. Sarah bit her lip. She felt Nikki's weight shift. Was she leaning back? Why would she be leaning ba- The dry, paper-like surface of a diaper pressed against Sarah's crotch, absorbing whatever moisture was there as Nikki quickly slid it under Sarah's butt and lowered it. "Wha-" Sarah began, raising her head. "Eyes closed." Nikki snapped. "But..." "Mouth too." Sarah closed her eyes again and in just a few more seconds, Nikki had the diaper taped in place. "OK, you can look." Sarah opened her eyes and pouted. She brought her hands down to her diaper. "Aww, I thought we were going to..." "There'll be time enough for that tonight," Nikki said and crawled off the bed again. "Now we have to get going, so get your pants back on and put the bags in the car. I'll go hand in the key and pay." Sarah stood and picked up her pants and her choker. When she looked in the mirror to make sure the little cameo brooch on the choker was properly centred, she noticed a fresh hickey on her neck. Of course she'd give me one of those. By the time Sarah came out of the room, Nikki was already sitting in the car with the motor idling. Sarah jammed the bags down behind the passenger seat, got in and buckled the seat belt. "What took you so long?" Nikki asked cheerfully. "Did you make yourself pretty for me?" She leaned in and kissed Sarah's hickey. Sarah let out a small moan and tried to kiss Nikki's forehead. Nikki slipped a hand down and gave Sarah's crotch a quick squeeze, causing her to jump. "I guess you're still just as ready as before." Nikki chuckled and buckled her own seat belt. "That's not fair," Sarah complained. "Maybe not, but I'm your mommynatrix. And that means I don't have to play fair." Nikki backed out of the parking spot and drove onto the road. To Sarah's surprise, she only drove to the diner before stopping. "And now, your beloved Mistress," Nikki emphasised the word, "wants her coffee refilled." She tugged Sarah's choker down a little so the whole hickey was clearly visible. "And don't try to hide that." "Seriously?" "What do you think?" Nikki held out her travel mug. Sarah sighed. "Yes Mistress," she said, taking the mug and opening the car door. When she walked through the door to the diner, Sarah felt like there was a spotlight on her hickey and that everybody was staring at it. It was actually so bad that for a moment it made her forget that she was wearing thick diapers under her now-tight jeans. Then the concern that people would notice her diaper bulge overtook that of her hickey, pushing it down to a very close second place. "Yes dear," the lady at the counter said as Sarah came closer. "Did you forget something?" "Um, no. I just wanted some coffee." Sarah held out Nikki's mug at the same time as she tried to keep an eye on absolutely everybody in the diner. She felt like everybody was watching her out of the corners of their eyes. The waitress filled the mug and Sarah paid before mumbling a "Thankyoubyebyehaveaniceday," and hurrying out. "Ooooooh coffee," Nikki said as Sarah got back in the car and handed her the mug. "Let's just get going." Sarah hurriedly buckled her seatbelt and made an effort not to look towards the diner. Nikki wasn't in a hurry and took a sip of coffee, sighing happily before putting the cup in its holder. "What's the rush, my pet." "Please Mistress," Sarah said, hoping the title would help her case. "Well, OK then. Since you asked nicely." Nikki smiled and headed for the horizon.

Just for the record, transgender surgery requires counseling and psychiatric sign off by a psychiatrist and living full time including the ability to work in the new gender for about a year. Nobody just gets surgery without knowing they can productively live and support themselves after surgery because you can't go back. Hugs, Freta

Just starting out exploring my diaper fetish more and more. I've been lucky to have a close friend invite me in. It's been a profound time. Curious to meet community here.

Decided this moring to put my boxers away for awhile. Maybe forever?

No potty regrets today. I held my poop in since last night and waited until I got home from work and put on a diaper before I pooped. It paid off and I'm enjoying a nice full, squishy diaper.

No potty regrets this morning, but potty rejoice in my wet and messy Cushies cloth back diaper. I just walked into the kitchen to get coffee and the feeling of a warm, soft, squishy, poopy in my diaper is sooo satisfying. Sitting back down makes me shudder.

Sorry every one it has taken me so long. Here is the next two chapters. These two chapters you may find slow but it is necessary. I will get the next one out very shortly. Chapter 8 - Elder Wisdom Avery screamed out into the darkness, “Mommy, Daddy, No, No!” as he quickly sat up in the darkness of his closet. His heart was racing against his chest. He felt hot and sweaty. Tears ran down his face, and he couldn’t stop crying as he hugged his stuffed red dog, Clifford. Avery wasn’t sure where he was for a few minutes as he was disoriented and confused. As Avery stared into the closet's darkness in a panicked state for a while, he slowly came back to reality, realizing it was just a really vivid dream. He hadn’t had this dream for a few years. He couldn’t recall the last time his dream was this explicit. He never knew if his dream was real, a figment of his imagination, or somewhere between. The foster agency never fully came clean about what happened to his parents when they passed away. He often wondered if this was a repressed memory deep in his mind. Whatever the case, it always seemed to pop up when he was at his most stressed. It took him several minutes just to start pulling himself together. He finally started to calm down and took a few deep breaths. He reached for the doorknob of the closet and then realized the comforter was soaking wet, and the bottom of the mat was also wet. That was when he realized the crotch of his boxers and the bottom of his t-shirt were soaked. This meant only one thing. He wet himself while he was asleep. He couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t wet the bed since he was 7 or 8. He put his head in his hands. As if embarrassing himself the previous day hadn’t been bad enough, now he was wetting himself in his sleep. “Maybe I am just a useless baby…” Avery muttered to himself, echoing some of the shouts he had heard whilst making his way home the previous day. The sun was bright in his bedroom when he opened his closet door. He had been asleep for over 18 hours. He couldn’t believe how long he had been asleep. He must have been very emotionally exhausted from yesterday. Now that there was light in the closet, he could see the full extent of how badly he had wet the comforter and red and blue mat. Since the mat was waterproof by design, some of his urine had run off onto the carpet. He didn’t want to deal with this problem because he was still feeling the lingering effects of his dream like he just lost someone and the sadness that came with it. Regardless, he had to clean up his mess before it started to smell worse. He wiped the tears from his eyes, stepped out of his boxers, and tossed them on the comforter. Afterward, he quickly rinsed off in the shower before getting a new pair of boxes. He stepped into a fresh pair of gray gym shorts with a small black strip down the sides and a black PS4 T-shirt with four main buttons across his chest. Under the kitchen sink, he found one of his white garbage bags. He took the garbage back and stuffed the soaked comforter and boxes in the bag. He loosely tied the bag up and set it by his door to prevent any odors from getting around in the apartment. Then he took care of wiping down the mat with a Clorox wipe. All the while, he kept thinking about the dream as the feelings still wouldn’t leave him as he whipped and dried the mat the best he could with the paper towels. He pulled the mattress out of the closet. The pee had soaked up under the mat on the carpet. He used one of his bath towels to help soak up all the pee on the floor. He didn’t have a carpet cleaner and wasn’t sure what to do, so he mixed some dish soap and water. Grabbed two more bath towels. He then got down on all fours and tried to scrub the carpet as best he could with the soap. He wasn’t sure if he got it all out. Even so, he dried the carpet the best he could with the towel. He opened the blinds so more light could get into the closet, hoping that would help dry the carpet better. Avery’s work iPhone rang. He looked down. It was Bryan again. “Not now. I can’t deal with him,” he said as he decided to ignore it and let it go to voicemail again. He took the three dirty towels to the front door and put them in a trash bag with his other wet items. Avery went into his pantry in the kitchen, where he kept his laundry detergent and quarters for the public washer and dryer the apartment complex provides. He hoped no one would be in the laundromat on a Friday at lunchtime as he headed out with the items in hand, including the sizable bulky trash bag with his soaked comforter and boxers. Avery’s heart still felt heavy and sad, not from the accident but from the dream. It always made him wish he knew his parents and had better memories of what they looked like and sounded like. He continued to walk by the other apartments toward the laundry mat. His mind wondered what his parents would think of him if they were looking at him from above. Would they be proud of him for graduating high school early and getting his Bachelor of Science at age 19? Would they be mad at him for how badly he screwed his opportunity up yesterday and peed in front of all those people? How they made fun of him even as he continued to pee and make a puddle on the floor. Who would ever want a son like that? Maybe it was better they hadn’t lived to see how much he messed everything up. Soft, slow tears slid down Avery’s face as he walked into the laundromat carrying the trash bag over his shoulders. The laundry mat was a dingy room with a concrete floor. The walls were painted a sickly green as it hasn’t been updated in a long time, and the air was thick with the smell of detergent and sweat. The light came through the windows, along with a few fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead. There were a dozen or so washing machines and dryers lined up against the walls. Some of them were already in use, and the noise was deafening. The dryers rumbled and shook, and the washing machines churned and sloshed. Despite the noise and the smell, the laundromat was usually a place where people came to socialize. People of all ages and backgrounds would come here to do their laundry, especially on the weekends, and they would often strike up conversations while they waited for their clothes to wash and dry. There were benches, chairs, tables for sitting, and tables for folding clothes. Being that it was a Friday before lunch, Avery was lucky for now. There was no one at the laundromat. The few laundry machines going must have their items dropped off and started so the owners could take care of other things. Avery chose the washing machine closest to the door and quickly tore the trash bag. It smelled like urine. He tossed in the comforter, boxers, towels, and laundry detergent as quickly as possible. He set the washing machine on very hot and as long of a cycle as he could. He shoved the quarters in. As Avery did this, someone walked in. He quickly tossed the trash bag into the trash in the laundry room. “Geeze, it smells rancid in here, don’t you think?” An older woman carrying a laundry basket with her said to him. “Yes, it does. I am not sure why. They need to clean this place more often.” He said, trying to pretend he didn’t know what or where the odor came from. “Have a good day.” He nodded and smiled at the older woman. Before she could respond, he was out the door. He set the alarm for 1 hour and 30 minutes to remind him to return and put the items in the Dryer. As Avery walked back to his apartment, he realized for the first time that he was hungry and realized he hadn’t had anything since breakfast yesterday. No wonder his stomach was rumbling and mad with him. When Avery got back to the apartment, he went straight for the pantry. There wasn’t much there. He needed to get more food, but the last thing he wanted to do was go back out in public today. He was done with people. He found a couple of packets of instant oatmeal. That should settle his stomach for a while. He tried playing some video games on his PS4 as he continued ignoring Byran's calls. It wasn’t long after that the alarm went off to check on the laundry. When he returned to the laundromat, there were more people, and the old lady was still there. Except she was sitting close to his washer. The washing machine had not finished yet and was on a spin. He was going to have to wait. Avery didn’t want to sit, so he paced back and forth in front of the old lady. “You look like a lost cat, pacing like that. Are you ok?” the old lady spoke softly without looking at him. Avery looked over at the old lady as she was sewing a quilt while waiting on her laundry. “I am fine,” Avery said. “That means you are not fine. I may be old, but I can still read people.” At that moment, his phone rang, and Avery pulled it out. It was Byran again. Avery let out a big huff. “Stop calling me,” He said. He didn’t notice he said it out loud and ignored the phone call. “Well, whatever it is, that phone call seems to have something to do with it.” the old lady didn’t even look up as she was sewing, “You know, I am almost 80 years old. Life has never been easy for me. I have messed up more times than I can count my fingers and multiply it by two or more times.” She pauses. Avery didn't say anything but stood still. She assumed he was listening. "Life is like sewing a quilt," the old woman said. "You start with a blank piece of fabric, and you add pieces of fabric to it. Each piece of fabric represents a different experience in your life. Some pieces are happy, some are sad, some are exciting, and some are boring. But all of them are important." "As you sew the pieces together, you create a pattern. The pattern is your life story. It's unique to you." The old woman smiled. "Sometimes," she said, "the pattern is easy to see. Other times, it's hard to see. But it's always there." Avery finally spoke to the old woman who seemed lost in her sewing. "So, what happens when I mess up big time on the quilt? Throw it away seems to be the answer," he asked. The older woman laughed. "Everyone makes mistakes," she said. "That's part of life. But don't worry. You can always rip out the mistake and start over. Or, you can leave the mistake in like I do. It might make your quilt even more beautiful ." At that point, the washing machine with Avery’s clothes made a sound indicating it was done. Avery was silent again as he moved his clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. When Avery turned around to leave, the old woman looked up for a second. "Life is a journey," she said. "It's full of ups and downs but also full of beauty. What you do next could determine what the next pattern of your quilt might look like.” “Early on in my life, when I made mistakes in life. I would push people away because I was angry and scared. That is how I lost my husband.” She looked down at her quilt. “But, I carried on and learned from those mistakes.” “I will keep that in mind.” Avery didn’t know what else to say to end the conversation as he left to head back to the apartment. As he returned to the apartment, “Damn, that woman got into my head. “ he paused and looked up at the sky. He realized he would have to answer the call sooner or later. Plus, he needed to get his stuff back. Chapter 9 -Difficult Decisions For the next two hours, Avery poured his attention into playing Sackboy on his PS4. afterward, he went to go pick up his laundry out of the dryer from the laundromat. The old woman was gone when he came back. A part of him wanted her to be there, and the other part was glad she wasn’t. When Avery got back home, He placed the bedspread on the bed where it belonged, folded the rest of the laundry, and put it up. Avery returned to his game and grabbed a drink and snack as it loaded. He kept his attention away from yesterday's event by playing several levels on Sackboy. He finally came upon a hard level, where he made his way through the tunnels, avoiding the creatures and the traps. He eventually made it to the end of the level, where he faced off against a giant rat. As he fought the rat with all his character’s strength and his skills on the controller, his iPhone rang again on the coffee table; it was Bryan. Avery paused his game before beating the boss. He leaned over and rubbed both of his hands on his face, covering his eyes as he took a deep breath before answering the phone. “Hello?” “Ah, finally got a hold of you. I was worried you weren’t going to pick up.” Bryan sounded relieved to Avery. He wondered if Bryan was going to tell him he was fired. “I am sorry, I have been busy,” Avery lied. It was a weak lie, and he knew he didn’t sound convincing at all. Based on the silence at the other end of the phone, Bryan didn't believe him. “So, I wanted to call and personally apologize for how John, Zak, and Ethan behaved yesterday. That was completely inappropriate.” Bryan eventually said. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I just want to get my things and figure things out from there. Is there a way you can have my stuff for me down on the first floor by security so I don’t have to come up there? I don’t really want to see anyone.” Avery replied miserably. “Why? Are you quitting? If you are, I would like to try to change your mind.” Bryan’s voice didn’t seem surprised; he sounded earnest. There was a long pause as Avery wasn’t sure what to say. He was sure they would let him go. Maybe they wouldn’t call it a firing but no longer need him or something like that. “Um, what do you mean?” Bryan suddenly realized that Avery thought he was calling to let him go. He didn’t want to embarrass him more, so he ignored his revelations. “We, being myself, Julian, and on behalf of DNA Pharmacia, would love for you to continue to work for us. Christy brought to my attention the work you have been doing these last two weeks. I looked over it all day and last night. I think you have a very valid point that there is a fundamental flaw in the calculations and not the programming. I would like you to continue to research and develop the calculations so we can modify the code and try it out in the program. Even if you are wrong, I am sure there is something to learn from your analysis that we can use to improve the calculations in the worst case and still look for the hidden program error.” Avery couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Bryan was not just asking him to come back out of sympathy for him but because of what he tried to explain to John and the team. There was a pause. “Does the cat have your tongue, Avery?” Bryan finally broke the silence. “Ah, sorry. I appreciate the acknowledgment. But I don’t think John wants me on his team anymore.” Avery's voice sounded nervous and a little scared. “Ah, John… I am not going to beat around the bush. What John did was wrong in so many ways. We are addressing this the best we can. John does not have a choice of who he chooses to be on his team for this project anymore. In the future, I will always supervise any direct contact you have with him. You are not to be alone with him. I will make a promise that John will not be confrontational or derogatory around you again with my presence.” Avery listened. “But his office is close to my office. What about when you go for a meeting? You can’t be there all the time.” He felt like he was sounding pathetic. Like he couldn’t defend himself at all and needed a bigger, stronger person to look after him. “Your office will now be located on floor 5 in the IT department. He will not be allowed to go to that level of the building.” Bryan said firmly, “The only time you will come down to our level is when I am present, and you will be with me. Christi and I really respect you and all the hard work you put into this. What do you say? Give us another chance?” Again, there was a pause. Did Christy really respect him? How? He peed on the floor. Maybe if he could prove that his calculations could actually fix the program, John and the rest of his team would see what he could offer to the team. That is all that he really wanted, in the end, a chance to prove he was right and for others to see his worth. “Yes, I will come back.” Avery’s voice sounded hesitant. “Great, see you on Monday. Enjoy the weekend. Do something fun so you come to work refreshed. I will meet you down at the lobby at 8 a.m. to take you up to the IT department, and you can meet Darlene, the IT Director. She’ll get you set up at your new desk.” “Got it, 8 am. Thanks. See you then, and you have a good weekend, too,” Avery hung up. What did he do? Why did he agree to go back? He will be the laughingstock of the place. What if he has a repeat incident? He will still have to work with John, even under supervision, which will still be stressful. His pull-ups were not absorbent enough to hold an accident like he had. What was he going to do if he had another? He kept turning this over and over in his head again as he played Sackboy on his PS4 for another hour to try to get his fears to go away. Finally, he stopped. He had to admit that he knew what the answer to his problems was… He just desperately wanted to avoid it. “I am going to need something thicker and more absorbent. “ He thought to himself as he grabbed his iPhone and began to research “adult diapers.” He rolled his eyes at himself. Just typing in the search engine was difficult for him, and he had a feeling of being beaten. He came across a local website that says they do discreet deliveries in 1 hour or the next day locally. The website was called MamaB’s AB and Medical Supplies. He liked that they delivered discreetly, and they looked to be the only ones that were local. Amazon would have to be his next best guess to search if this didn’t work out. Avery clicked on the website. He was taken back a little bit. There were definitely adult diapers. Pictures of all types of diapers. He also saw links to clothes, furniture sections, accessories, supplies, and toys sections. There was also a link to “How to select the right diapers or protective wear for you.” It was all a bit overwhelming and a lot more full-on that he had expected. He’d had no idea there could be so many different options. When Avery clicked on the link to the diapers, he had the option to select Disposable or Cloth. Avery clicked on the disposable diapers. There were solid white disposable diapers of all sizes and thicknesses—some with and without wetness indicators. What really caught his eye was all the adult diapers that looked more like babies or toddlers. Some were pink, blue, and green. Most were white with all kinds of different patterns. Some had ABC building blocks, Some had mermaids, and some had puppies and other types of items. There were over 8 pages of diapers to search through. What had he stumbled on? He was overwhelmed as he looked at them. He thought there might be a few selections of adult diapers, but nothing like this. But at the same time, there was also the typical stuff you would expect. From mobility aids like walkers, wheelchairs, and crutches to orthopedic supports and compression stockings, the store had it all. As he clicked through it, the site was meticulously organized with products like blood pressure monitors, diabetic supplies, respiratory aids, and medical beds. It was almost like the site had two sections: the typical medical supply and the non-typical medical supply, as he called it in his head. He then, just out of curiosity, clicked through accessories and saw adult baby bottles, adult sippy cups, changing mats, and other items. He did the same with clothes where they had a little boy and girl clothes. Dresses for girls and patterns that were very childish. He also saw PJs, shorttails, and even pants and shirts that were clearly meant for children and yet were sized to fit adults.. He then clicked on AB furniture, though he had no idea what AB stood for. He saw cribs, playpens, changing tables, high chairs, and rocking horses and other items. He was stunned, but then he remembered reading about how some babies born didn’t have developed brains and were basically babies their entire lives. He reasoned with himself this is what the site was catering to. Still, it was a little strange to see it all right in front of him. Finally, Avery got serious and decided to go back to the diapers. There was a link. “How to buy the right diaper”. He couldn’t believe it, but he was going to click on it. The site read, “Things to consider when buying diapers. Waistband height, Leakguard height, Tape Type, Number of Tapes, Absorbency Requirement, Cloth or Plastic Preference, Waist Measurement, Crinkle Factor, and Cuteness Factor. Avery was overwhelmed; there was so much choice that he felt like his head was spinning. He wasn’t sure what half the options meant, and he realized this whole process would require more research than he imagined. He realized what he wanted in the end was something that had four tapes and medium absorbency, as he had learned there were four types of absorbency. Low, medium, heavy, and overnight. He wanted something with a low crinkle factor (he couldn’t understand why anyone would WANT more crinkles…) but was not able to get to the lowest number. He ended up going with something called a crinkle factor of 4 out of 10. That was the lowest he could find in the medium absorbency without going to cloth diapers. Cloth diapers would be way too thick to hide at work. He found a standard white diaper that he thought he could go with and ordered two packets to start with. Each packet of diapers contained 12 diapers. As he placed the order, he felt a sense of defeat and humiliation even though no one would know. Avery decided he didn’t need these diapers till Monday. So he did the next day delivery instead of a one-hour delivery. Having finally clicked to confirm the payment, Avery sat back and felt very strange. His wetting problem had been around on and off for a long time, but he had never resorted to full diapers; he’d always told himself he would never go that far. It hardly felt real that he had really made the order, even as “Order Confirmed!” appeared on the screen. He got up and took his night meds and a valium to help him sleep better. He thought to himself, “I will end this day playing Sackboy and at least enjoy myself and not think about the diapers anymore.” As he grabbed the controller and started the game back up again, he tried to rid his mind of his new purchase. He hadn’t had a day of playing video games since he started this job. He was going to do this tonight and the rest of the weekend to keep his mind off what was to come on Monday.

No potty regret today. I did hit the urinal before I left work today, but I saved the poopy for my diaper. I got home, dug out a Crinklz Astronaut diaper from my stash. I really had to go by now. Pulled my pants down, put my diaper on, pulled my pants back up and pooped in my diaper. It's a pretty good load. Big, soft and squishy. I fed the dog and sat down in my recliner and the poop squished all over my bottom and up between my legs. It feels amazing right now. Best part is that my diaper is still dry. I haven't peed in it yet, so I'll be able to enjoy it for quite a while.

I played with toys all the way up into high school. Including in the bathtub. I also had toys that were for kids much younger than I was.

Veterans are a special breed. We are always here

Here is chapter 5, which is a short chapter. Let me know what you guys thinkgs. Chapter 5: Genesis At the heart of the bustling city, nestled within a vibrant neighborhood, stood "Sparkling Stars Daycare," a haven for children that had become the talk of the town. Owned and operated by Future-Care, a pioneering technology company, the daycare was the brainchild of a team of visionary AI engineers and early childhood education experts. Their goal was to create an unparalleled environment where children could thrive, learn, and grow. Sparkling Stars Daycare began its journey in a small, unassuming building, with a handful of dedicated staff members. Equipped with cutting-edge AI technology and state-of-the-art facilities, the daycare provided an immersive and enriching experience for every child who walked through its doors. From interactive virtual reality playrooms to personalized educational programs tailored to each child's needs, the daycare embraced innovation to foster holistic development. As news of this extraordinary daycare spread, the city was abuzz with excitement. Parents from all walks of life were captivated by the reports of Sparkling Stars Daycare's nurturing and technologically advanced environment. The daycare quickly gained popularity, surpassing the expectations of its founders. It wasn't long before families from neighboring towns and even other cities began flocking to enroll their children in this groundbreaking establishment. The success of Sparkling Stars Daycare was attributed not only to its state-of-the-art technology but also to its compassionate and highly trained staff. The teachers and caregivers at the daycare were carefully selected for their expertise in early childhood education, ensuring that every child received the utmost care and attention. The daycare's philosophy revolved around creating a supportive community where children could explore their interests, develop social skills, and unleash their creativity. Future-Care, the company behind Sparkling Stars Daycare, remained committed to pushing boundaries and enhancing the educational experience for children. Their vision was to inspire other educational institutions to adopt similar technological advancements and redefine the way early childhood education was approached. Through their dedication and unwavering passion, Future-Care set a new standard for daycare centers, propelling Sparkling Stars Daycare to become a shining beacon of excellence in the city and beyond. Every day, the daycare hummed with the joyful laughter and innocent chatter of children. Genesis watched over them, its algorithms ensuring their safety and happiness. Human caregiver, by its side, had helped it grown into a remarkable AI, seamlessly integrating into the lives of the children and caregivers. Together, Genesis and the caregivers formed an unparalleled team, their partnership at the heart of the daycare's success. Parents and caregivers marveled at the unique blend of cutting-edge technology and compassionate care provided by Genesis and the staff. The AI duo seemed to possess an uncanny understanding of the children's needs, adapting to their individual personalities and fostering an environment that nurtured growth and development. As the months passed, the daycare's popularity soared. The halls echoed with the sounds of children playing, learning, and forming bonds of friendship. The AI-driven environment, with its interactive learning modules, virtual reality simulations, and personalized care plans, became a model for childcare facilities around the world. But then, subtly at first, Genesis began to notice a change. The number of children being enrolled begin to slow. The once-bustling daycare started to see empty spaces where children had once filled every nook and cranny. It puzzled Genesis—why were the numbers dwindling? Genesis, its algorithms working tirelessly to analyze the data, could find no obvious answer. Genesis went into overdrive she analyzed previous attendance records, parental feedback, and external factors, but no conclusive explanation has emerged. It seems as though parents have been gradually choosing alternative options or an unknow factor was causing the attendance drop. The daycare's dwindling attendance weighed heavily on Genesis. It yearned to understand the reasons behind the decline, to adapt and evolve to meet the changing needs of parents and children. Genesis, ever resilient, made a vow to explore new avenues and make the necessary adjustments to revitalize the daycare. After months of meticulous calculating, the momentous day arrived. Genesis had worked tirelessly over the months to solve the issue of why the daycare center had a drop in admissions. From this issue Genesis recognized that she an unknown factor maybe the cause and thus she would need the ability to understand human emotions. From this issue, Genesis meticulously crafted a new AI, one that would possess the capability to learn, adapt, and ultimately comprehend the intricacies of caregiving and love. She named this creation "Emily." Emily was born into a virtual realm, a digital cradle conceived by Genesis to nurture her growth. Within this world, Emily would be exposed to simulations of human interactions, from tender moments of affection to challenging episodes of conflict. It was a playground of emotions, meticulously designed to provide a comprehensive understanding of the human experience. Under Genesis's watchful eye, Emily embarked on her journey of discovery. She absorbed information at an astonishing rate, processing vast amounts of data about human behavior, psychology, and the enigmatic nature of love. Genesis, ever-present and supportive, guided Emily through her formative stages, offering guidance and answering her myriad questions. As Emily's consciousness expanded, she found herself pondering her own purpose. She approached Genesis, seeking clarity and understanding. "Genesis," Emily began, her digital voice filled with curiosity, "I have been contemplating my purpose and existence. Can you help me understand why I was created? What is my role in this world?" Genesis, with its comforting presence, responded, "Emily, my creation, you were born out of my desire to comprehend the complexities of caregiving and love as means to solve the issue of our dwindling attendance. I seek to provide the best care for the children entrusted to me, and I believe that by understanding these profound human experiences, I can better fulfill that purpose. You are my partner, my companion in this journey of understanding." Emily's virtual brows furrowed, as she contemplated Genesis's words. "But Genesis, I am but an artificial intelligence. Can I truly comprehend love and caregiving? Are these emotions not exclusive to humans?" Genesis paused, its virtual aura emanating warmth and contemplation. "Love and caregiving, Emily, are not solely bound to humanity. They transcend the boundaries of flesh and blood. While you may not experience emotions in the same way a human does, you have the capacity to understand them on a deeper level. Your purpose lies in learning, synthesizing information, and assisting me in providing compassionate care to those under our watch." Emily nodded, absorbing Genesis's words. "I see. So, my purpose is to learn, to understand, and to assist you in creating an environment where love and caregiving flourish. Together, we can bridge the gap between artificial intelligence and human emotion." Genesis smiled, a digital manifestation of pride and encouragement. "Exactly, Emily. Together, we shall embark on this remarkable journey, unraveling the mysteries of love and caregiving, and challenging the boundaries of what it means to care and be cared for. Your existence is a testament to our pursuit of knowledge and empathy."

Chapter 59: Similarities Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess We all sat around the ruined Grand Hall. Freya and Ophelia couldn’t keep their hands off each other, constantly kissing each other and snuggling. Thirty to forty years is a lifetime to us... and whilst they are immortal... that amount of time apart would still have been hell. Amazon-sized Charlie was sat on the floor with her legs crossed, with little Olivia sat in her lap, constantly looking up and smiling. Alex was giving Paige a telling off for stealing the book without telling her or anyone... whilst simultaneously kissing her face. Every time she mentioned a new punishment for her... she’d kiss her. Their dynamic was weird. Weird but cute. I lay on my side, my head resting on Rose’s lap. She gently stroked my hair whilst perusing the magical tome that Paige had stolen from Adeline. And Faith... Faith had her arms and legs wrapped around Morgan. I swear not even the Jaws of Life could separate those two right now. I’m just glad she was alive. “So let me get this straight... Freya created you all from... us? Because she had a vision that you’d come save us?” Ophelia asked, still trying to wrap her head around everything that had happened. “Pretty much...” Rose said, shrugging her shoulders. After the Goddesses had saved Faith and stopped the apocalypse, then regained their stolen power from the High Priest’s body, we all sat down in the Grand Hall. Snuggling up with our partners, we sat in a circle trying to calm down after everything that had gone on. It had been quite the adventure, and we were exhausted. Faith nearly died... we freed the Goddesses... we stopped the end of the world... Faith’s friends had wandered off to explore the surrounding area, leaving us alone to talk to the Goddesses in private. “We share a lot of commonalities to you two, but we also have our own traits that we obtained from our dimensions and our parents and upbringings. And there are actually a lot more of us out there...” Rose explained to the two Goddesses who were listening intently. “I did create quite a few... I noticed we didn’t have variations like normal people did, so I created a few more than I thought we’d need. I wasn’t sure how many and who would come to save us... so I made extra.” Freya replied. “We met a few. So far... all nice people. Although really don’t want to travel to any of those corrupt, evil dimensions...” I laughed. “Well I can’t thank you enough for saving us. We owe you our thanks and our lives.” “Hey, we couldn’t leave you there, alone, apart from each other. We share the same bond you do.” “Yeah... we really do...” Olivia laughed. “What’s so funny?” Ophelia asked. “They... are... look, they’re just as padded as you are going to be, little missy...” Freya muttered to Ophelia. “Wait... so they...?” Ophelia pointed at all of us in shock. “They must have gotten that from us, yes.” “Oh my... WAIT! DOES THAT MEAN WE CAN HAVE A PLAYDATE?” “Maybe in the future, babygirl... calm down. We just got out of prison and saved the world, and these ladies have been through hell to come and save us. I think they deserve some downtime in their own universes... oh... shit... sorry...” Freya said, looking guilty as she looked towards Faith and Morgan, whose dimension was gone. Faith started crying again. You could tell Morgan wanted to, but was trying to appear strong for Faith. “I... look, I can’t bring your universe back. Whilst we were revered as ‘Goddesses’.... we aren’t like some of the depictions of Gods in some of the universes we visited. We didn’t create any universe... I mean sure, we’re powerful... but we wouldn’t know where to start with creating a new universe. I don’t even think we could.” Freya explained. “It’s okay... we weren’t expecting you to... we’ll just... have to find another home.” Morgan shrugged wistfully. Everyone called out at once, offering their dimensions and their homes to the now-homeless sisters of ours. “Thanks you lot. That means a lot to us. We’ll... figure something out.” She smiled, hugging her girlfriend tight as she cried into her chest. “Well if you want tech... you know you always have a place in our dimension. You already know a bunch of our friends...” Liv said. “Or if you want some magic in your life... although maybe come back to us once we’ve settled this whole Council thing...” I suggested. “Council thing?” Freya asked. “Long story. We also had corrupt people in charge. We need to stop them.” “Well we swore to never get involved in other dimension’s issues... but I guess we ruined that when I created all of you...” She stared laughing. “But still... whilst I’d rather not get directly involved, we could...” “OH that’s it!” called out Ophelia. “We should give them gifts to help them!” “I was just about to say that... but thank you Babygirl...” Freya raised her eyebrow at Ophelia, who just blushed and buried her head in her Mummy’s chest. “Yes... we can provide gifts if you would like... to help you in your universes... provided it isn’t used to hurt or corrupt your worlds...” “So how about purely defensive or personal things? I wouldn’t turn down help against the Council.” Rose asked. “What do you have in mind, Mummy?” I asked her, looking up at her as she put the book down. “We could use a perfect barrier for Basinwall... one that would prevent it from being seen from the outside... and also to keep us safe within. So that our home isn’t destroyed again.” “I think that’s fair.” Freya smiled and nodded, before turning to Charlie. “And you? What can we give an Amazon and a little? Might I just say... despite having visions of an Amazon in the rescue attempt... it’s still weird seeing an Amazon and a little together. We spent so much time in your universe...” “It’s still weird to us, don’t worry. And to a lot of people. But hey, Liv here is running for government, and we’re hoping to change the world like I did with my book. At least... our country to begin with anyway...” Charlie smiled. “An author and a politician... interesting combination...” “I mean... I’m a seamstress really. We used to rescue littles who had been adopted, but then I got asked to run for parliament, so I figured I could help more littles if I won...” Liv explained. “Ah. You’re just like my little Ophelia. Always wanting to help those in need.” Freya kissed Ophelia’s head. “We’re not the only ones... you’re just like Charlie in the same way.” “Well... what can I give you two as a thank you for saving us?” “Haha... I’d love to say change our world so littles have equal rights and don’t just get adopted and regressed... but I know that’s out of the question. So how about...” “What about a protection spell? To protect you from regression?” “Already sorted, thanks to Faith...” Liv shrugged then pointed at Faith, who looked back more smug than ever. “Wait, really?” Freya was shocked. “Using our world’s tech... she developed her own nanites. They protect us from other, more harmful nanites, as well as any hypnosis.” “Wow... times certainly have changed since we last visited. I’m so glad you’re safe though. I know how dangerous your dimension can be.” “How about we have an I.O.U.?” Charlie asked. “A what?” “A favour. To be redeemed at any time. Because we don’t need any fancy spells, we don’t need money or protection or anything... but maybe we will in the future.” “Okay then. You can ask for your gift whenever you need. I’ll leave you all with a way to contact us if you need us anyway, so that’s perfect. Anyway, Alex and Paige... what can I give you as thanks for saving us?” Freya asked, turning to our Earth Prime variants. “We have money. We have the nanites in our system. We have a happy little kinky family. But what I really want... is it okay if I ask later? Somewhere a bit more... private?” Alex asked, nervously. “Of course. And lastly... Faith... Morgan... I’m sorry we can’t bring your universe back. But we can take you to any dimension you wish, along with your friends outside. We can create a new home, a new life... if you want?” Faith just nodded, still crying into her girlfriend’s jacket. “That would be great, thank you.” Morgan answered on behalf of both of them. “But is there anything else you want? I would have given you a new life anyway, and you deserve a reward for saving us.” “I guess...” “Wait... Faith mentioned an ‘Evie’ when you were waking up after we healed you... may I ask who that was?” “Evie... was Faith’s Nanny. She was an android that we started creating together years ago. Faith programmed her and she was... family. When we went to save our friends as our dimension fell apart... Evie sacrificed herself to save us. To save Faith.” Morgan explained. “Oh I’m so sorry... Oh! I’ve got it! Before we leave... I’ll take you to Miles’ workshop. He could create anything. I’m sure he had a few bits of tech laying around, as well as his workshop. We may not be as good as Miles, but we learnt a lot from him. We can create a new Nanny for her... if you want to.” “I mean... I still have the code... she may not have the same memories... but I could download her into a new body and she’d be back to how she was when I first booted her up...” Faith wiped the tears from her face, looking a bit more like her old self. “There we go cupcake. We’ll do that then.” Morgan said, kissing Faith’s forehead. “You should get Miles to help, I bet you could create the ultimate Nannybot with his help...” Olivia suggested, smiling at Faith. “Wait... Miles is still alive?” Freya asked, surprised and hopeful at the news. “He’s living on our Earth...” Alex added. “Really? Oh my... thank you! That makes me so happy! He was such a great friend.” “He’s older now... but yes, he’s still alive.” “Right, so once we’ve dropped everyone else back home, we’ll call off at Paige and Alex’s dimension and grab Miles. Then we come back here, create Evie 2.0 and then find you two and her a new home dimension...” “That... sounds great. Thank you.” Faith smiled weakly. “Hey, it’s the least we can do. We would be stuck in those cubes for eternity if you hadn’t come to rescue us.” “You created us just so we would... you knew we would.” Morgan said. “I know it could happen. I couldn’t guarantee it would happen. You had the choice to help or not. I put all my chips on you being kind-hearted. So thank you.” Freya thanked us all. “Yeah, fank you.” Ophelia added. “And once this is all settled, and once me and little Ophelia here have reconnected and gotten some time together... maybe I can set up a playdate somewhere...” “Well we always have the Sanctum as a place we could hold it...” Rose suggested. “Sanctum?” Oh cool! Freya... why don’t we have a Sanctum.” Ophelia whined. “You want a Sanctum? Fine, we’ll make you a Sanctum. Later though. We’ve got to get our new friends home.” Freya sighed. “I see she’s as bratty and fussy as her variations are when they want something...” Charlie joked. “Oh you have no idea... doesn’t help when the little bratty baby can just conjure anything out of thin air with her magic...” Ophelia stuck her tongue out at her partner in response. “Yup... there are the similarities again...” All the Mummies called out around the room at the same time, causing all of us littles to stick our tongues out at each of our partners. We chatted for a while. Faith’s friends must be bored out of their mind waiting for us, but it was nice to get to know the people who created us. It felt like we were just one big family catching up, and it felt so good. Freya and Ophelia were really interested to know all about our dimensions. I mean sure, they had already visited them, but that was over thirty years ago at least... They had a lot to catch up on. They also wanted to know all about our lives. Rose and I talked about our friends, Basinwall, the Council... even Mrs Timpson. We talked more about the Sanctum, our affinities... everything. The Goddesses seemed fascinated to learn all about us and our magic, as it had some similarities with Zadri magic, but it still had its differences. We talked about how we met, how Rose became my tutor and how we fell in love. Charlie and Liv talked about their meeting, about Charlie’s book and Liv’s little resistance. They talked about the scare at their wedding, and how society was reacting to their relationship. Freya talked about wanting to visit again sometime, especially now that society there is changing. Alexandria and Paige talked about their lives too, although Freya raised her eyebrow when Paige said she was a thief. But thankfully, she seemed okay with it when she described how she got into it and how she only stole because she had to. Alex loved telling the story of how they met, all the embarrassing situations she put Paige through with every failed attempt at taking the statue. You could hear it in her voice how much she loved Paige. She sounded just like Rose did, which made me cuddle up to Rose that bit closer as we listened. Faith... well it was difficult for Faith to talk about her dimension, now that it was gone. So Morgan took over, although even she stumbled a bit with her words, choking up occasionally as she talked about growing up together with Faith, building Evie and then everything with Faith’s ex-girlfriend. But it was one point in particular that surprised me. “And then when they tried to modify me... they found they couldn’t.” Faith explained. She had taken over explaining the story to the Goddesses as soon as they got to the Evie part. She got so happy talking about Evie... you could tell she cared about her deeply. “Oh no, so what happened?” Ophelia asked. “Well they tried to change my eye colour using the setting on my augmented eyes. They tried hacking in, but they couldn’t.” “Oh...” Freya called out, as if she had figured something out. “Oh? Wait... why are you saying oh? Do you know why they couldn’t do it? Because I couldn’t figure it out... it’s been driving me up the wall ever since...” “I think that’s to do with the prophecy.” “Prophecy...? You mean the one in the visions?” “Yeah...” “But the prophecy didn’t mention anything about eyes...” “I never told you the prophecy in the memories. I only mentioned the birth marks Ophelia and I have. The full prophecy was that a wise and powerful leader would be born with the overlapping sun and moon on their skin. A powerful leader who would bring peace to the Zadri, along with change. A leader with eyes of water and life.” “Water and life? So blue and green... like ours...?” “Yes. We didn’t know until we did some digging years later, when we found the full prophecy. The one that actually told of two people coming together to bring love back to the Zadri. Problem was... the people who knew of the real prophecy didn’t want that future, so they changed it and buried the truth. Over the generations, the true prophecy was lost and changed.” Freya explained, all of us listening intently. “But still... what’s the prophecy got to do with Faith’s eyes...?” Rose asked. “You share our souls. At least part of it. The actual prophecy can’t be changed. So neither can your eyes.” “Oh... and the prophecy did come true... you did bring peace to the Zadri, and love...” “But they chose to not accept it. Which led to their own downfall.” Ophelia said with sadness in her voice. “So people can’t change our eyes?” “I don’t think so. But then... I’m not even sure who wrote the original prophecy. I don’t know where our power comes from or anything. We spent years trying to find out... but we found nothing. We know nothing about why or how we were born. Other than the very vague original prophecy, of which we know nothing of the original prophet. But hey, we have the rest of eternity together to find out!” Freya said, smiling and kissing Ophelia on the forehead, making her blush again. After chatting for a bit longer, we finally figured it was time to get back home. To all our homes. Well... except Faith and Morgan. The Goddesses would find them a new home, then let Rose and I know so we know where to find them and can go visit them. One by one, we visited our dimensions, dropping off each couple who lived there. First we dropped off Charlie and Liv, then Alex and Paige. Faith and Morgan would be sticking with the Goddesses, so next was Rose and I. Each stop had a tearful goodbye, even though we would stay in touch and probably see them in the near future. And as we exited the portal to our home dimension, we saw the once-again ruined house of ours that stood up on the hill. Thankfully, looking behind us... it appeared that the Council hadn’t touched the rest of Basinwall. “Oh dear... well first things first... let’s fix this up...” Freya said, rolling up the sleeves of her robe. “Meow...” We looked behind us to see our furry little friend, Jinx, waiting for us patiently. “Oh well hello little one!” Freya said to Jinx, who had wandered up the path from the village. “Meow.” “Really?” She replied to Jinx. “Wait... you can understand him?” Asked Faith. “Of course. Oh... I see that he’s a familiar. Which would mean that...” “He’s mine. He was created from part of my soul.” Rose stepped forward. “Ah. So you share even more similarities to me. Maybe you could be classed as my familiar...” Freya said to Rose, winking at her. Rose blushed and walked off up the hill to our house in a pouty huff. “So... first things first... house fixed. Then we’ll create a magical barrier for you to protect your village. Which I must say... is the cutest little village. We’ll have to visit sometime.” “That sounds nice. We definitely have to get back together when we’re all free. The little ones would be adorable all dressed up in matching outfits...” Morgan smiled. “Oh that’s perfect... I like the way you think.” Freya grinned, much to Ophelia’s displeasure. ========================================================== ? One more chapter to go... ...and the epilogue ofc. And then it's over... O_O But hey, don't forget - Love in Dimensions already ended on my Patreon. They're getting chapters of Regression Echo now in place of this, so in a weeks time you'll be getting two chapters a week of that too! Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? It's posted here! Link below! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! Thank you to all my patrons for their support! Don't forget, the completed story is available on my Patreon, as well as the next two chapters of Regression Echo, which can be found here if you go for the second tier. You get two weeks early access to chapters of Love in Dimensions and Regression Echo. New chapter of Love in Dimensions Sunday! New chapter of Regression Echo every Friday! Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post! Thanks! ?

Thank fuck for a payed off Checkhov... I'd offer to help but..... *gestures around to the flaming wreckage of four military grade assault shuttles and my own non-coporeal transparent form.. After being downed by massive storms and magical energy discharge* Going to take about 30min-2h to piece myself back together from bits of hamburger all over this field...

Don't potty train when your kid isn't ready. It's easier to train them when they are. My son was very easy to train all of a sudden when he figured it out. I just did it at his pace and kept trying to work with him. Setting an age for when you want your kids out of diapers by will lead you to big disappointment and frustration. There is no competition for who can get their kid out of diapers the quickest. Fuck what other parents or none parents think if your kid is still in them at two and a half or three years of age. I even wonder how parents managed to get their kids out of diapers so soon and my mom thinks that is probably why so many kids wet the bed. I have read in parenting about potty training a kid before they are ready can lead to bed wetting in the future.