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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! 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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.

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There wasn't much more to see around my town, we returned home. Mom checked both of our diapers, changed us and had Evelyn change her. My oldest brother Thomas came he brought a girl with him she was his girlfriend. Her name was Carlisle Green. They asked to talk with mom and dad alone. Evelyn and I went to our room, it was quiet, then the yelling started, mostly between dad and Thomas. We were coming into the kitchen when Carlisle came running, she was crying and when I looked she had wet herself. I let Evelyn take care of her. Dad and Thomas were both still yelling, but they were trying to reach some kind of a lesser vocal disagreement. Soon Carlise, and Evelyn came from our bedroom Carlisle was in a pair of Evelyn's pants and from the looks of things I would of sworn she had a diaper on underneath. She spoke to me for the first time. "William, Evelyn tells me that when you got Evelyn pregnant that you married her. Your brother doesn't want to marry me because I still wet my bed, like you and she still do as well. Now I understood what all of the yelling was about. Thomas had gotten Carlisle pregnant and didn't want to marry her because of her bedwetting, "Did my brother know you bedwet before getting you pregnant?" She nodded yes. It wasn't really any of my business. But I felt dad needed to know that Thomas knew that Carlisle wet her bed before they had sex. I walked into the living room and confronted Thomas with this information. "What the hell, you knew?" Asked dad? "Why the hell couldn't you keep your nose out of this? Asked Thomas? "If you haven't heard I also got my girlfriend pregnant, but I married her, and yes she still wets her bed, and I love her!" I said! "Yeah and it was pretty much planned that you always would! I never planned on getting married to somebody that would, I don't know that I want to get married at all!" He said! "Trust me when I went off to university last year, I never planned to be married this year! Last thing on my mind! Look at me, I'm married, I'm having a baby, I have a home, I'm making 5 grand a week. So my wife wets her bed, so do I, thanks to Aunt Kathy. I wouldn't change a thing!" I said. "No shit, Aunt Kathy got you as well?" He asked? "Yes, I'm more like my wife, Evelyn, I couldn't be happier!" I said. "I guess I kind of need to settle down, I do love Carlisle. I guess I didn't want others making fun of me for being married to a bedwetter!" Thomas said. "Well I guess you and Carlisle could move to our end of the state, we could use some help with our marketing." I said. "You would do that for us, little brother?" He asked? "Of course, because you're my big brother! I said. Evelyn, Carlisle, you two want to come on in here? I asked? They both came. "Carlisle, will you marry me?" Thomas asked of her? "You aren't playing with me?" She asked? "Nope, my little brother talked some sense into me, will you marry me?" Thomas asked? "Of course I will marry you!" Said Carlisle. "We will have to move to the other end of the state but I can do marketing there. Nobody will know you bedwet there!" "Cool!" She said!

Rearz’ portfolio strategy (assuming there IS one) remains an enigma to me. On the face of it, fragmenting your own market with a multitude of overlapping sku doesn’t seem to make economic sense. They however, are a successful adult diaper retailer and I am not so this must be taken into account when considering my views on the matter 🤣 It’s also possible that the adult diaper market is fragmented and they’re trying to open different parts with tailor made products. I would be VERY happy to see some or all of these products make it downunder but I suspect it might be quite some time, if ever, before we do and WHEN we do, an accurate reflection of Rearz pricing strategy is far from assured. Down here, we have ONE (and ONE only) Rearz distributor. Apart from being a massive single point of failure in my life’s underwear strategy, it doesn’t put much competitive pressure on things. To be fair, he doesn’t price gouge as far as I can see but nor will he be falling over himself to obsolete/undercut his own inventory. As somebody who is no longer earning big money but is diapered full time with a fair degree of dependency and isn’t too fussed about whether or not there are cartoon badgers printed on my nappies, those BeDry would be of intense interest to me. I’m nearly out of Abena L4 (one case left) and frankly, I’m sick of wearing them around my ankles anyway. To help with my decision making, Abena decided to crank their pricing up 20% or so because, well because they CAN. We are price TAKERS not price MAKERS here in Australia it seems. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Australia_Tax

Chapter 18 In the following days, not only did Viola seem to adjust well in the new environment, but her mother did as well. Although she was initially there just to help Viola settle into kindergarten, she naturally began taking care of the other children too, and in doing so became a real pillar of support for Mrs. Müller. Her presence suddenly made activities possible that previously would have been impossible for Mrs. Müller to carry out alone. I couldn't stifle a big yawn as I sat down next to Nora at the lunch table, after an unusually extensive long group game. A heaviness settled over my eyelids that I could hardly fight off. Uncertainty washed over me: Was the growing exhaustion perhaps due to the fact that lunch was delayed by three-quarters of an hour because of the prior activity? Had I already become so accustomed to the nap that I now needed it just like the other children? After all, I would normally be in my crib by this time, and the other girls also seemed more tired than usual as we sat down for lunch. Most likely, I was just unnecessarily worrying about having become so accustomed to life as a toddler that a nap had become indispensable for me. My tiredness was probably more attributable to the fact that I had been feeling unwell all morning. And the abdominal pain I was experiencing led me to suspect that my discomfort was likely due to the unfortunate fact that I would soon get my period. "Anna, would you be so kind as to quickly put bibs on the children while I fetch lunch from the kitchen?" Mrs. Müller asked Viola's mother before disappearing from the room. A whiff of sweet perfume filled the air as Anna positioned herself behind me. With practiced hands, Viola's mother spread the colorful bib over me and tied it around my neck. It was crazy, every night after I was put to bed and alone in my sister's room, I literally masturbated myself to sleep thinking about her. After weeks of sexual abstinence - with the beginning of my therapy I had lost all desire - her pure presence had managed to reawaken my lust, even though there were truly nicer things than satisfying oneself in a diaper. Not to mention the constant fear that my mother could hear me over the baby monitor. But all this had not been able to stop my lust, which was ignited by this woman. And yet, when Anna was in the immediate vicinity at the kindergarten, I couldn't utter a single word, even though what I desired most was to get closer to her. Instead, my eyes secretly followed her at all times. This time was no different; I said nothing, only watched as she gently moved on to the rest of the children to put their bibs on. Each of her movements seemed so graceful, so full of care, that I lost myself in the silent poetry of this simple act. I could have watched her for hours, yet in the next moment all the bibs were in place, and lunch had arrived at the dining table. It didn't take long for my fatigue to finally take over while eating. My eyes kept closing, and several times the food slipped off my spoon, landing pitifully on my bib. Mrs. Müller, of course, didn't miss this. 'Emily, more food is ending up on your bib than in your mouth. I'll take you to bed, and you can eat more later if you're still hungry,' she finally told me, after I had dozed off yet again, spilling a spoonful of pudding onto myself. She took off my bib, led me to the changing table, put on my nightgown, and quickly checked my diaper. 'Dry. That's good,' she noted, almost more to herself than to me. She lovingly put me into my crib and placed my little teddy bear next to me. As soon as I cuddled up to him, fatigue completely overcame me, and I slipped into a deep, restful sleep. I awoke with an unpleasant pressure in my stomach that made me wince, and realized in that same moment that I urgently needed my potty. My hands instinctively grabbed the bars of my crib, attempting to push them aside to escape my little prison, but it was futile. On my own, I couldn't get out of this damn bed. Mrs. Müller, Mrs. Müller?' I called out softly, my voice barely louder than a gentle whisper. I didn't want to be too loud, fearing I would wake the other girls. But I needed to get out of here. My eyes scanned the room, hoping to find Mrs. Müller so she could help me out of bed and onto my potty, but the only person I saw was Viola's mother. She looked up from her smartphone at the sound of my calls, casting a questioning glance in my direction. She set her smartphone aside, stood up, and approached me with quiet, deliberate steps. 'Is everything alright, Emily? Mrs. Müller is away for a moment, but perhaps I can help you,' she said with a loving gentleness that further twisted my insides. I would have preferred if it weren't the very woman I admired so much who had to assist me in such an intimate matter. But it seemed I had no other choice unless I wanted to risk an accident. Kneeling in the bed, my hands gripping the bars of the crib, I began to explain my dire situation. 'I really need to—,' I began, but before I could finish the sentence, the unimaginable happened. Without me being able to do anything about it, my bowels discharged and filled all of their contents into my diaper. A feeling of warmth spread through my crotch as the pulpy mass settled between my legs. The diaper, which had already been wet before, but had nevertheless been firmly attached to my crotch, was suddenly literally pulled down by the additional weight. I was too shocked to utter a sound. All I could do was look at Anna with horrified eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion after I had suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence. 'What do you urgently need, Emily?' she asked me, puzzled. But then, the unmistakable smell broke through the silence, explaining my situation in a way that words could not have done better. Anna's face shifted from confusion to gentle understanding. 'Ah, I see you have a full diaper, sweetheart,' she said, her voice devoid of any blame or criticism. Tears began to flow and I was unable to withstand the wave of emotions that washed over me. Until this point, I had considered myself superior to the other children because, unlike them, I had never done my 'big business' in a diaper. Even Nora, who was already quite advanced in potty training, had once filled her diaper. Now, my last sense of superiority was shattered. I was just like all the other children here. I wore diapers, bibs, and emptied my bladder and bowels into a diaper if I wasn't put on a potty quickly enough. Mrs. Weber and my mother had been right: This group was exactly at my level of development. I belonged here. Anna unlocked and opened the bars of my crib. 'Hey, it's not a big deal. Sometimes these things happen. It's not the end of the world,' she comforted me, taking my head gently into her hands. 'Come on, let me change your diaper quickly, and then the world will look very different. As she helped me out of the bed and led me to the changing table, I felt the unpleasant fullness of the diaper with every movement. Every step seemed to shift the mushy mass inside my diaper, and the fact that we were moving away from the scene of the event did nothing to change the fact that the unpleasant smell of my excrements followed us at every step. I was literally disgusted by myself, and I felt so incredibly sorry for Anna, who also had to endure this stench. Tears were still streaming down my face when I lay down on the changing table. Involuntarily, my hands clenched around my still-aching stomach after I had laid down. Anna noticed this as well. "You have a stomachache, don't you?" she asked, concerned. I could only nod. Emotionally, I was not yet able to express myself any other way. Anna disappeared for a brief moment and then returned to me. Before I could realize what was happening, she put something into my mouth. 'This will surely help with your stomachache,' she said reassuringly as she patted my face. Only then did I realize she had just given me a pacifier—specifically, a medication pacifier. In my current state, plagued by agonizing stomach pains, I was even willing to accept the silly pacifier. At that moment, I would have taken anything that promised potential relief. Hopeful, I began to suck on the Pacifier, and in the next moment, the sweet taste of the medication released in small doses filled my mouth. I hoped it would work quickly. Eagerly sucking on my Pacifier, I had to watch as Viola's mother lifted my nightgown, unfastened the adhesive strips of my diaper, and exposed my feces-covered crotch. I don't think anything in my life had ever been more embarrassing. Even wetting the kitchen floor in front of my mother suddenly seemed trivial in comparison. I couldn't even count how many wet wipes Anna ended up needing to clean my crotch of my excrements, but one thing was certain: never had diaper cream and a fresh diaper felt so good afterward. After Anna had finally changed my diaper, she didn't lead me back to my crib but to the small sofa situated in a cozy corner of the group room. She helped me lie down and covered me with a soft blanket. Then she briefly disappeared and returned with a baby bottle. “With diarrhea, it's especially important to stay hydrated, Emily," Anna informed me. She sat down next to me on the sofa and asked me to lay my head on her lap. With a gentle motion, she removed the pacifier from my mouth and replaced it with the baby bottle of water. Embarrassed but somehow still grateful, I began to suckle on it, and the cool liquid alleviated some of the discomfort in my still-aching stomach. My eyelids grew heavier with each sip, and fatigue seemed to be overtaking me once again. But just as I was about to drift back into sleep, the sound of a door opening jolted me awake. Mrs. Müller entered the room and looked around, puzzled. 'Is everything alright? Why isn't Emily in her bed?' she wondered. Anna looked up and replied, 'Emily had a messy diaper. I've just changed her.' Confused, Mrs. Müller looked at me. "That never happened before" she noted, "up until now, Emily has even avoided doing her big business in her potty at kindergarten."’ Indeed, up until this moment, I had done everything in my power to do my big business at home with my mother. She was the only one in front of whom I had managed to perform this degrading act on my potty. To avoid doing it in front of anyone else, I had even gone so far as to suppress the urge to go for hours on end. 'I believe Emily has diarrhea,' Anna finally explained to Mrs. Müller with compassion. But before I could catch what Mrs. Müller replied, I had already fallen back asleep. I only awoke when Mrs. Müller called me for the afternoon snack. Unfortunately, sleep had done nothing to alleviate my stomach pains. Unsure if I even had an appetite, I dragged myself, still half-asleep and in my nightgown, to the dining area. Only when I sat down did I become aware of the unusual feeling in my mouth. To my horror, I realized that the pacifier was back between my lips. Apparently, Anna had put it back in my mouth after I had dozed off, and I had slept with it the whole time. Annoyed, I took the thing out; the medication in it was already used up, and my condition had not improved anyway. I intended to simply set the pacifier aside, but to my chagrin, I discovered that it was attached to my nightgown with a string and a clip. Just as I was about to remove the silly thing, Mrs. Müller appeared with my bib and my food portion, and the next moment, the pacifier was not only hidden under my bib but also out of my mind. Viola and her mother had apparently already left, as they were neither at the lunch table nor anywhere else in the room. Their acclimation phase was probably not far along enough for them to spend the entire day here. Listlessly, without much appetite, I chewed on a piece of apple when I felt another cramping pain in my stomach. It took no more than a second for my bowels to empty themselves into my up-until-then clean diaper again. My faith was completely shattered. Here I was, 19 years old, with a bib around my neck and a soiled diaper around my hips. Yet instead of reporting my mishap to Mrs. Müller so that I could quickly be changed out of my nasty, dirty diaper, I handled it like the other children here and kept my accident to myself. I knew she would sooner or later notice the state of my diaper, but out of sheer embarrassment, I couldn't bring myself to inform her about my accident. So, disgusted by the feeling between my legs and the smell surrounding me, I continued to chew my food as normal, until the moment the odor reached Mrs. Müller. What followed was the same routine that happened every time someone had soiled their diaper. Mrs. Müller asked the group who had a full diaper. As usual, no one came forward. Then she went around the table and checked each child. When she finally got to me, a quick lift of my nightgown and a glance at my diaper was all it took to identify me as the culprit. With my face flushed red, I was led to the changing table, where for the second time that day, I was freed from my smelly diaper. No sooner had Mrs. Müller put on my fresh diaper, the door opened and my mother appeared in the room. With a concerned expression, she rushed over to me. "Emily, Mrs. Müller called me earlier and said you weren't feeling well. How are you?" she asked lovingly, as she gave me a kiss on the forehead to greet me. "Not so good, Mom, my stomach still hurts," I answered softly, tears in my eyes. Believe it or not, a sense of relief washed over me at the sight of my mother. I was glad she had come to take me home and look after me. "Oh, my darling, everything will be alright, Mom's here," my mother comforted me, taking me lovingly into her arms. Meanwhile, Mrs. Müller explained to her once again what had happened. She told her that I had started to have stomach pains during naptime and that she had just changed my full diaper for the second time today. My mother finally picked me up and was just about to take me out of the room when she noticed the medicated pacifier still dangling from my nightgown. "What's in this?" she asked skeptically, pointing to the pacifier. "It's a homeopathic remedy for stomach pains. Viola's mother, who's currently getting her child accustomed to the kindergarten, gave Emily this remedy because she was in so much pain," Mrs. Müller explained. Great, just what I needed. I had hoped that Viola's mother wasn't one of those alternative medicine weirdos. But whatever, nobody's perfect. On the other hand, my mother simply nodded understandingly, as if that was the best thing that could have been done in this situation. "Please thank her for me," she said to Mrs. Müller before we left the room. If you like my story and would like to support me, you can do so on Patreon (patreon.com/SweetLittleEmily). There, you will also find additional chapters, and a new chapter is published twice a month.

Hi Emma, and welcome to DD. Nice to meet glad to have you join us. Come in, grab a high chair! There are lots of good likeminded people here. If you have a question, just ask. Hope to see you around, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

I've had similar thoughts about increasing frequency. In the past I had a phone alarm every 15 mins to remind me to pee. When people have oab, the first line of treatment is bladder training, extending the length between voids etc, so I think we are onto something. I know my capacity has gone down as a result of it. I used to be able to go hours without peeing. Now it's at least once an hour.

Hi @princessplaypen! Welcome to DD. Glad you could join us.

It had been three days, Matilda thought glumly as she stared at Jenny’s closed bedroom door. She had tried everything she could think of to cheer her up. She had cooked, something she wasn’t normally allowed to do without supervision, but everything she made sat uneaten on Jenny’s nightstand. Matilda had no idea what was wrong, but everytime she entered Jenny’s room she could feel the sickening weight of sadness and grief. It was overwhelming to her. She didn’t want to go in anymore. She didn’t want to see her mom looking so…so broken. It was time to break out the big guns. She took a second to compose herself. The energy in the room always made her feel like crying. She opened the door and stepped in. Jenny was lying in bed hugging her pillow. She didn’t look up or acknowledge her. She looked like a zombie. Matilda swallowed the lump in her throat and pressed forward. “Mommy?” Matilda quietly asked. If that didn’t get her attention, nothing would. Her eyes flicked up and fell on Matilda’s worried face. “Hi baby.” Jenny said softly. She pushed herself up into a sitting position as Matilda cautiously approached. “Are you feeling any better today?” she asked. “Maybe we could go to the library.” “Not today. I’m awfully tired.” Jennifer mumbled. “Maybe if you came downstairs and ate something.” Matilda suggested. She eyed the untouched salad from last night. “I could make you some eggs.” “Thank you, but I’m not hungry.” Jennifer said lying back down amongst the used tissues that coated the bed. The air in the room was stale and pungent. Matilda walked to the window and opened it. Maybe some sunlight would help. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” Matilda asked. “Just feeling a little under the weather, that’s all.” Jennifer said. She closed her eyes. “Do you want me to make you a doctor appointment?” “No, I’ll be alright. Just let me sleep.” She mumbled. That’s what Jenny always said. She just wanted to sleep. Feeling discouraged, she gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and took the uneaten dish down to the kitchen. What could she do? Who could she call? Mrs. Rodgers? Or Brian? Jenny might be angry if she called Brian over, but maybe it would motivate her to take a shower at least. Eventually, she settled on Mrs. Rodgers. She seemed to know the most about what was going on. “Please help me.” Matilda’s voice cracked as Mrs. Rodgers picked up. “Matilda?” she asked groggily. Matilda looked at the clock. It was 9 in the morning. Not her too. “Yeah,” she said with a sniffle. “What’s the matter?” “It’s Jenny. She won’t get out of bed. I don’t know what’s wrong.” She could hear a sigh come from the other end. “She needs time to process everything. She’ll come around.” “She won’t eat.” Matilda said. “And process what?” “Do you want me to come over?” Mrs. Rodgers asked. Matilda noticed she avoided her question. “Please.” Matilda mumbled. Both her and Brian had been leaving messages on the machine. At first he was calling her to check in on Jenny, but then he started calling about Hortensia. He kept saying she was acting funny, but Matilda didn’t care much about her at the moment. “Alright, we’ll be there a little later.” She heard Mrs. Rodgers yawn. “It’s early. We’re still in bed.” “It’s nine.” Matilda said. “Like I said, it’s early.” “Whose ‘we’?” Matilda asked. “My boyfriend.” Matilda wrinkled her nose. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” “Just because I’m old doesn’t mean I don’t have a social life. Besides, you know him.” “Mr. Trilby? Eww.” She couldn’t help but say. He was so old. She could hear Mrs. Rodgers let out a snort of laughter. “She says ‘eww’.” Matilda heard her say. “Hi! I meant, Hi!” She said in a panic. Mrs. Rodgers laughed again. “Hang tight, we’ll be over soon.” … There was a knock on her bedroom door. “Jenny?” she heard. “It’s me. Can I come in?” Oh no. What was she doing here? She let out a groan and buried herself underneath the blankets despite the warm air. She heard her door open. “Are you decent?” Jennifer didn’t answer. She heard footsteps approaching. “C’mon, Jenny, it’s time to get up. It’s already noon.” Jennifer mumbled. “I want to sleep.” “I heard you’ve had more than enough sleep.” Jennifer curled herself into a ball. “Your daughter is worried about you.” Jennifer let out a grunt of acknowledgement. “I’ve brought you some food.” She heard the crinkle of a bag. “I’m not hungry.” “When was the last time you ate?” “Matilda made me a sandwich.” “You mean the one sitting here untouched?” She meant the one two days ago, which she had promptly vomited soon after from sobbing too much. Now she couldn’t cry if she wanted to. She felt numb. She felt like someone close to her had died. But someone close to her had died. It may have been six years ago, but to her, it felt like it had just happened. She felt the blankets get yanked off her and covered her head with her arms. When did the room get so bright? Carol began to cough. “Bloody hell, when was the last time you showered?” She began to cough again. “Up, Jenny.” “Leave me alone.” She groaned. “Don’t make me drag you out of bed.” Jennifer sighed. “Fine.” She slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position and stopped. The room was spinning. “I’m dizzy.” She felt a bag get thrust into her abdomen. “Eat.” “I’m not hungry.” she mumbled, but the smell was making her mouth water. “You have to eat.” She sighed and opened the bag. Fish and chips. “Do I need to feed you like back then?” Jennifer stared at her. “No.” She picked up a piece of fried fish and held it in her hand. Reluctantly, she took a small nibble. “At least it’s not a veggie omelet.” Carol said. Her stomach churned at the memory. Jennifer took another nibble and set it down. “More than that.” “Carol, I don’t need you to baby me.” “Uh-huh, so Matilda called me to say you weren’t taking care of yourself because…?” “I’m fine.” Jennifer said with a scowl. “I’m just sick or something.” “Jen”, Carol said, brushing away balled up tissues with her hand before taking a seat on the bed next to her. “Call me next time. Don’t let it get to this point.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not fine. You can admit when you’re not okay. I haven’t seen you this depressed since before Matilda.” “I’m not depressed; I’m sick. See?” She held up one of the nearby balled up tissues. “Too sick to return anyone’s calls?” “Yes.” She insisted. “Well, I better call and make you a doctor appointment then.” “I don’t need to go to the doctor, just… leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to anyone right now.” “Not until you prove you can be trusted alone.” Carol said. Jennifer narrowed her eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jennifer demanded. Carol shot her arm out and grabbed hold of Jennifer’s wrist. “That’s what I’m talking about.” Carol said. Jennifer scoffed and tried to tug her arm back, but she was too weak. “I’m not sixteen anymore.” Jennifer said. “I just don’t want to talk about it.” “Fine, we don’t have to talk about it. We can talk about something else, as long as you eat.” She didn’t want to talk at all. She sighed and took another bite. “Thanks for the food.” she mumbled. “So…” Carol said, eyebrows raised. “How did your sleepover go?” Jennifer shrugged. “Did he try anything?” “No.” “Bummer.” “I tried to kiss him and almost broke his nose.” Carol snorted, but suddenly frowned. “Damn it, now I owe Matilda five pounds.” Jennifer gave her a questioning look. “I thought it would be at least a week before you hurt him. Don’t give me that look, you are the most accident prone woman I’ve ever met.” “I pulled his pants off by accident.” She said through a mouthful of fish. “Boxers and all.” Well, she had meant to take his pants off. His underwear, not so much. “Accident, sure.” Carol chuckled, making air quotes with her fingers. “So, what are we talking?” Jennifer tilted her head to the side. “You know, how big was it?” Jennifer wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, sorry.” Carol grinned. Jennifer sighed and motioned with her hands. Carol nodded her head. “Not bad.” “Never saw one before.” Jennifer mumbled. “It was all…” She made a pyramid with her hands. Carol chuckled. “And, uhh, what were you doing when the, umm, ‘accidental’,” there were those air quotes again, “removal of the pants took place?” “On the couch.” Jennifer said softly, “snogging.” “Oh, Jenny!” She felt Carol playfully elbow her. She was like a teenager wanting to be served the latest gossip, Jennifer mused. “So… did you touch it?” “Eww, no I did not touch it.” Jennifer said before mumbling, “I put a sock on it.” “Did I just hear you say you put a sock on it?” Jennifer shrugged. “A sock like, for your feet, or a condom?” “For your feet.” Carol began to laugh. “Was it your sock? Does he have, like, a foot fetish?” “His.” She reached down into the bag and pulled out another piece of fish. Jennifer scowled. “He asked me to role play.” Carol snorted. “Did you?” “Not really, just wore what he wanted me to.” Carol began to stare at her in shock before giggling. “What did you wear?” She asked. “Sexy teacher? Sexy doctor? Leather?” “Uhh, no, pajamas.” “I think that’s called lingerie, Jen.” Carol snickered. “A dalmatian. It was cute. It had ears and a tail.” “Were you a…sexy dalmatian?” “No.” Jennifer said before hanging her head. “He did see me topless though.” Carol’s eyebrows shot up. “I overheated while we were kissing. That’s where I was when you called, half naked in his fridge.” Carol shut her eyes and shook her head, a look of amusement on her face. “He has all this baby stuff.” Jennifer said. “But it’s all like, for adults. He said his wife would pretend to be a little kid to make being sick easier.” “Uh…sure, that’s why.” Carol said. “I had a patient into that. I had to go in and pull a baby rattle out of her vagina.” Jennifer grimaced. She didn’t need to know that. “He asked if I wanted to pretend to be little too.” Jennifer said softly. “Are you?” “No.” Jennifer said quickly. “That’s weird. I’m twenty three years old.” Carol shrugged. “Is he trying to pressure you into it?” “No.” Jennifer said through a mouthful of chips. “He asked if I wanted to try it as a kind of therapy. He said we could…” she paused and cleared her throat. “Nevermind.” “What?” Jennifer shook her head. “What were you going to say? Spit it out.” “It’s embarrassing.” Jennifer mumbled. “More than admitting you put a sock on his penis?” “Well, I told him I didn’t think I’d be able to be um, intimate with him, and he said it would be a way to be intimate without actually…’ She entwined her fingers together. “Don’t write it off. You still can.” “I- I don’t want to.” Jennifer mumbled. “Now even more so.” Carol sighed. “Do you know who it was?” Jennifer stiffened. She had been trying to force the memory to go back in the recesses of her mind where it came from. “Sorry, I know you don’t want to talk about it.” “No, I don’t.” Jennifer said, staring ahead at the wall. “Know who it was, I mean. I just know he was big.” They sat quietly for a minute as Jennifer’s mind whirled. “Do you think it was Hortensia’s dad? I heard he was pretty big.” Jennifer stared at her. She hadn’t considered the possibility. There had been rumors going around the school that he was in prison. It always drove Hortensia crazy. “Maybe.” Jennifer admitted. It made sense. No one had seen him since then. It would explain why she couldn’t recall ever seeing her attacker since given the small town. “Will you be okay with Hortensia?” Carol asked seriously. “Knowing that it's his daughter.” “She didn’t rape me.” Jennifer mumbled before letting out a dry humorless sounding chuckle. “I’ve had this memory that’s been replaying in my head for years of me lying on my office floor blubbering like an idiot and bawling my eyes out. I never knew why till now.” Jennifer said, her voice beginning to crack. “It’s kind of funny, in a way, Hortensia living here with me, considering I was pregnant with her half sibling.” She let out another sound somewhere between a laugh and a hiccup. “I bet you can guess the name I had picked out.” “Anastasia.” Carol mumbled. “You knew you were pregnant then? Why didn’t you tell me?” “Why didn’t you?” Jennifer asked. “I was rather rapidly getting the impression you were in danger.” Carol said. “Your aunt was right there. I thought you’d be safe before you ever started showing and we’d deal with it then. I was going to tell you when she was out of ear shot, but then things got a bit complicated.” “She kept giving me pregnancy tests and calling me a whore. Another memory that makes more sense now. She kept trying to make me go have an abortion.” Jennifer snorted. “Said she’d even pay for it. I kept refusing. I had always dreamed of being a mother, I was scared, but I wanted her more than anything. I didn’t care how it had happened.” “Miscarriages are very common in the first trimester. Between the shock to your body and the pain and stress you were under…I wasn’t surprised when it happened. We were more focused on trying to keep the five year old from going into shock. Boy did she pick the wrong time to walk by. I know you're broken up over this, and it might sound insensitive, but it was for the best.” Jennifer gave her a pained look. “Even if that baby made it to term, the chances of birth defects would have been astronomical. And what kind of life would they have had in captivity, subjected to what your aunt put you through? Would your aunt have even taken you to the hospital when it was time? I think she would have left you alone to give birth in your bed. And given what you had just been through, trying to have a vaginal birth with no medical attention. You could have died.” “I don’t know why I’m so upset. It was a long time ago.” Jennifer whimpered. “Jen, that was horrific. Of course you're upset. No person could go through what you did and come out unscathed. You’ve been betrayed at every turn.” Jennifer didn’t respond. Instead she reached her hand into the bag to busy herself but came up with nothing. She looked inside, but it was empty. Had she really eaten everything? “Aww, you ate all your food. Who's a good girl?” Carol teased. Jennifer gave her a look that said “really?” She could tell Carol was fighting back a grin. “Can I go back to bed now?” “No, it’s time to get up and take a shower.” Carol said standing. “Up.” “Fine.” Jennifer mumbled. “Can I have some privacy?” “Can I trust you?” She asked suspiciously. “Carol, I am not a child.” She said exasperated. “Leave and I will get up and take a shower.” She seemed to be thinking it over. “If you're not downstairs in thirty minutes I’m coming back up to check on you.” She warned. Fine. Whatever. Just leave. She watched as Carol left before falling back down on the bed. Finally, she thought. She’d get up in a few minutes. She just needed a minute. Her eyelids felt so heavy. She closed them. So tired… “JENNIFER!” Her eyes sprang open. She looked up. Carol was standing over her, hands on hips. “Wha?” she mumbled groggily. “You were supposed to get up and take a shower.” “I will.” She mumbled. “I gave you thirty minutes. Times up.” “You just left.” “No, you went back to sleep.” Did she? Her mind felt too fuzzy. She felt herself get yanked up into a sitting position. Her head spun at the sudden change. It wasn’t until she felt her nightgown getting removed that her mind snapped into focus. “What are you doing? Stop it!” Jennifer said, holding her nightgown down. “I gave you a chance. You went to sleep instead.” Carol said. “You have until the count of three to get up, or I’m stripping you and throwing you in the shower myself. Jennifer gave her a disbelieving glance. “One…” Carol began to count. Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Two…” With an exasperated sigh, Jennifer forced herself up, hanging onto a bed railing for support. “I’m up, happy?” she growled. “It’s a start.” Carol said. “Go. Bathroom.” She pointed. Jennifer took a few steps before stumbling. “Are you alright?” “I’m dizzy.” Jennifer lamented. “That’s because you’ve been in bed for three days.” Carol said, holding her under the arm and walking her to the bathroom. “After your shower, you need to call your boyfriend back. He’s left you a dozen messages. He most likely thinks you left him with your problem child and ghosted him.” Carol turned on the shower faucet and turned to rummage through her dressers. “Matilda says he’s worried about Hortensia.” “Did she talk to him?” Jennifer asked, standing awkwardly in her bathroom. “What did he say?” “I think she’s been letting the answering machine get it. I don’t think she’s too thrilled with her.” Carol said and stopped in the bathroom with an arm full of clothes. “What are you waiting for? Get in.” “For you to leave.” Jennifer said. “You had your chance, now get in.” So Jennifer did, nightgown and all. She heard Carol let out an exasperated sigh. She stripped off her now wet nightgown and underwear behind the curtain and threw it over with a wet splat. She was feeling even more self conscious now than usual. The thought of being seen, of being touched… She wanted to go back and hide underneath her blankets. It had happened years ago, but it felt so very fresh, like it had only happened days ago. “I've seen it all before, remember?” She’d rather not. “I-I can’t. I can’t do it.” Jennifer admitted. She pressed her forehead against the shower wall and closed her eyes. “I feel naked.” “You are naked.” Carol said. “That’s typically how showers work.” “Even when I’m dressed. I just want to hide under my blanket so no one can see me.” “No more hiding; the girls need you. ” Carol said before adding, “I’ll wait for you in your bedroom then. Your clothes and towel are on the counter.” She breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Carol's footsteps retreating. She stood under the hot water for a minute longer before cleaning herself up. Once she was done, she reached for her towel and paused. She stared at the mirror. All the progress she had made. Gone. “Carol, are you there?” She called out. “Yes, did you need something?” “Could you turn off the light?” “Why? “Please.” Jennifer said softly. The bathroom was plunged into darkness. She opened the curtain and stepped out, blindly reaching for her towel. “Over here.” Carol said softly. She reached out and made contact with her outstretched hand. Then suddenly, she was back. He was leering at her, pushing her to the ground. His weight was on top of her. She couldn’t move. “No!” Jennifer yelled. She turned to run, slipped on the wet floor and fell to the ground with a crash. She curled herself into a ball with her hands over her head. The light flicked on. “Don’t touch me!” She sobbed. “Jenny, it’s alright. It’s just me.” Carol whispered. She felt something get draped over her. The towel. “Can you sit up?” Reluctantly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. “No more lights off.” “It keeps happening.” Jennifer said into her knees. “I didn’t want Matilda to see. She gets worried.” “She’s worried now. Luckily, she’s smart and reached out for help. Something you need to learn from her.” Carol said. “You may have been alone then, but you’re not anymore.” “You read what happened when I asked for help.” “That wasn’t a person, that was a monster.” Carol sighed. “But I understand now why it’s difficult for you.” “She let him.” Jennifer sniffled. “And you know what she did when she came back? She spit on me.” “I’m going to touch you.” Carol said. Jennifer remained silent. She felt the towel begin to slide up and down her body. “Look up.” She slowly lifted her head out from under her knees as Carol began to dry her hair. She reached for the towel to do it herself, but her hands were batted away. “We’ll take it slow, alright. Think you can stand up?” Jennifer nodded and took her offered hand. “I want to go back to bed.” Jennifer whimpered. “No, no more bed. Let’s try and go downstairs for a little bit and say hello. Let’s get you dressed.” Carol said, handing her her clothing one article at a time. “There, you’ve eaten. You're clean. You're dressed. Do you feel at least a little better?” Jennifer shrugged. She was marched outside her bedroom, Carol pushing her forward from behind her like a prison guard. It was when she was halfway down the stairs and heard a male voice that she tried to make a break for it. She turned and tried to sprint back up the stairs, but Carol was holding her in place. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. It’s only Mr. Trilby.” Carol whispered in her ear. “Let me go back to bed, please.” Jennifer cried as she twisted and fought. “It’s only Mr. Trilby. He’s not going to hurt you. It’s okay. In fact.” Carol raised her voice and shouted down the stairs. “MR. TRILBY WAS JUST ABOUT TO TAKE MATILDA FOR ICE CREAM.” “I WAS?” A voice shouted back. “YEP, AND THEN THE MOVIES.” “She doesn’t like the movies, It’s too loud.” Jennifer said. “She can stay. It’s okay. Maybe being around her will help.” “UMM, SCRATCH THAT, MR. TRILBY WILL BE TAKING MY PURSE AND GETTING ICE CREAM AND BRINGING IT BACK.” “MR. TRILBY IS VERY CONFUSED RIGHT NOW!” He yelled back followed by Matilda's laughter. “WHY DOES MR. TRILBY HAVE TO CARRY YOUR PURSE?” More laughter. Carol playfully rolled her eyes and muttered what sounded like “men.” “Can you come say hello?” Carol asked. Jennifer hesitated. “I’ll be with you, it’s okay.” She took a slow step down and then another. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Her eyes scanned the kitchen as they entered, Carol holding her in place by the arm. “Mommy!” Matilda said, a wide smile on her face. Mommy. “Hi, honey.” She bent down and kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.” she whispered, before her eyes darted around searching for the other occupant. “What do you all think?” Mr. Trilby asked, Carol’s purse held up high on his shoulder as he entered the kitchen and struck a pose. Matilda burst into giggles. “Oh, you silly old man. Give me that.” “She called me old.” Mr. Trilby fake cried as Carol yanked her purse away before pressing a crumpled bill in his hand. “What does everyone want?” “Pralines and Cream.” “Chocolate.” He turned to look at Jennifer. “O-oh, uhh, n-no thank you.” she managed to choke out. “She likes Rocky Road.” Matilda said. Jennifer collapsed into a chair when he left. “It’ll get easier.” Carol said, sitting down at the table to her left. “Now,” she pulled her phone off the wall and handed it to her. “Call your boyfriend back before he drops Hortensia off at the nearest fire station.” With trembling fingers, she punched in the number she already had memorized. She held her breath as she listened to the other line ring. He’s not home. He’s not home, she silently chanted, but when she heard his voice answer, she panicked and hung up. “Jenny…” Carol said. “He wasn’t there.” Jennifer lied. The phone began to ring in her hand. She jumped and stared at it. “Answer it.” She shut her eyes tight and answered it. “Jenny?” It was him. “H-hi.” She said in a shaky voice. “Is everything okay? I’ve been calling you.” “I’m sorry. i-I haven’t been downstairs much.” “How are you doing?” “Better.” She lied. “How is everything there? How’s Hortensia?” “Well, let me, um, go to the other room for a second.” Jennifer winced. That was code for stuff was going down. “I’ve noticed a bit of odd behavior.” He said after a minute. “My daughter has this toy, a Furby…” “Did she break it? I’m so sorry. I’ll pay to replace it.” Jennifer said. “No, no she hasn’t broken anything. She hasn’t had any of those events you described either.” “Oh?” Well that was a relief, but it wasn’t like they were everyday occurrences. “I’ve seen Hortensia talking to it.” “Talking to it? Isn’t that how you play with them?” “No, I mean like, having a full conversation with it. And she brings it everywhere with her. To garden, to meals, she sleeps with it. She stays in Hazel’s room all night and doesn’t talk to my kids at all. Even when I said they could work together, she goes off by herself.” “Oh, that’s umm…” She didn’t really know what to make of it. “Is she talking to the ghosts?” He cleared his throat. “I’m being serious.” “So am I.” Jennifer said and pinched her eyes shut. “The ghosts, they, uh, took an interest in Hortensia when we were there.” “What are you talking about?” “Your wife and the little girl. I saw them.” “You saw them?” Brian asked, suspicion evident in his voice. “She was talking to me through the radio.” He was silent for a moment. “Haven’t you seen them?” “No.” He said solemnly. “Things move around sometimes. Things I thought I lost appear on the counter. Coffee mugs get knocked over. The thing you saw with the magnets…”He stopped for a moment and took a deep breath. “It was the most active i’ve ever seen. To be honest, I was scared.” “You were right though. It is her.” Jennifer said. “I saw her when you went to check on Hazel. She was with Hortensia, sort of like she was looking after her.” “Why would she show herself to you and not me?” Brian demanded. Jennifer was taken aback. He sighed. “Sorry, it’s just, we’re her family. Why would she show herself to strangers and not us?” “I don’t know. I only saw her for a second.” Jennifer admitted. “Maybe I imagined it. We were just looking at her picture.” Although she knew she hadn’t. “What time do you want me to drop her off?” “What?” “For her appointment. It’s Wednesday.” Jennifer winced. She had forgotten. She looked up at the clock. “Now.” When she hung up she grimaced and looked at Carol. “I need a favor.” Jennifer admitted. “What?” “We have an appointment today with the therapist.” Carol looked pleased. “Good. You need it.” She said. “I need a ride. My car is…” “That’s fine. What time?” “In an hour.” “Some air will do you good. Now what’s this I hear about a ghost?” “Yeah,” Matilda said. She had been watching Jennifer intently while she had been on the phone. She filled them in. “That’s umm, different.” Carol said after listening. Jennifer shrugged. “A ghost mom, really?” Matilda asked. “You move things with your mind.” Jennifer pointed out before sighing. “And I, uhh, might need you to give a demonstration of that.” She was getting the feeling he thought she was nuts. “Hey, Carol?” “Hmm?” “In your…field, can you tell if someone was abused by looking?” Carol’s eyebrows went up. “Sometimes.” Carol said slowly. “Why do you ask?” “I saw something.” Jennifer whispered, coming closer so Matilda couldn’t hear. “On Hortensia.” Carol’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know what it, uh, is supposed to look like, but I saw something. Could you-” “No,” Carol said flatly. “If you’re concerned, you need to take her to a doctor.” “But you are-” “I’m not.” Carol insisted. “But you did it for me.” Carol brushed it away. “One, you are a consenting adult. Two, I told you to see a real doctor, and three,” Carol said before pausing. “I just wanted to see how it healed.” Jennifer deflated. She didn’t want to take her back to the doctor after the fiasco she caused last time. “What if I ask her and she says yes?” Jennifer tried. Carol made a dismissive noise. “She won’t.” “If she does?” Carol sighed. “Fine, but if I see anything, you have to take her to a doctor. Why were you looking there anyway?” “I was helping her with a nappy.” “A nappy? You put her in a nappy?” Carol asked, eyebrows raised. Matilda was laughing. “She wets the bed.” Matilda snickered. Jennifer gave her a hard stare until the girl sank down in her seat. “That’s a sign by itself.” Carol mused. “You really should get her checked out.” There was a knock on the door. Jennifer lifted her head and stared. It was too soon for it to be Brian. “Matilda, can you get the door?” Carol asked. Jennifer sank back down in her seat. She wasn’t ready to interact with someone trying to push a vacuum on her. Matilda stood and left the kitchen. Matilda came back a moment later with a sour look on her face. “Who is it?” “Cynthia.” She said. Jennifer let her head fall in her hands. She was not in the mood to deal with that woman. “What does she want?” She groaned. “She says she’s here to get Hortensia.” Jennifer frowned. “I’ll deal with her. You sit tight.” Carol said. Had Hortensia made plans with her? She couldn’t imagine she had. Jennifer looked up expectantly when she heard footsteps approach. “I think you need to hear what she has to say.” “Let her in.” Jennifer sighed. … “We’re moving soon.” Cynthia said as Carol set a couple mugs of tea down on the table. “We’re planning on taking Hortensia with us so she can be closer to her mom. We’ve already made the arrangements.” “Arrangements? What arrangements? Eve is okay with this?” Jenny asked doubtfully. “Yes, it was her idea.” Cynthia said as she picked up a mug and stared at her massive son who was hunched in the corner playing with a bug. “I don’t think Hortensia wants this.” Jennifer said. Cynthia let out a chuckle. “It doesn’t matter what she wants.” “No.” Jennifer said. Cynthia raised an eyebrow. “No?” “She’s not going with you.” Jennifer said. Cynthia let out another demeaning laugh. “It’s not up to you. You’re not her parent. As far as Eve’s told me, you’re not even her legal guardian. She’s just your daughter’s friend staying for the summer. Now where is she? We’re planning on having her move in today.” “Today? But, you’re not moving today, I thought you said you wouldn’t be moving for a few months!” “Is that your car I saw out front?” Cynthia asked cooly. “Did she do that?” Jennifer began to stammer. “You can’t control her.” Cynthia said. “She needs a firm hand, and I’m sorry, but from what I’ve heard, your gentle approach isn’t what she needs right now.” “No.” Jennifer whimpered. The phone began to ring. “Aren't you going to get that?” Cynthia asked. “I’ll get it.” Carol said. Jennifer’s mind raced as she tried to think of something to say, but she was drawing a blank. “Yes, she’s here now.” Carol said through gritted teeth. “A heads up would have been nice.” she muttered before handing over the phone. “It’s Eve.” “Eve, what are you doing?” Jennifer demanded. “Why is Cynthia trying to take Hortensia? You know she doesn’t want to go with her.” “She is my daughter.” Eve said. “I’m being transferred and I want her to be closer to me. Is that so unreasonable?” It wasn’t but… “Eve, I-I think something bad is happening to her there.” She whispered into the phone, her hand cupping the receiver. Eve snorted. “Don’t believe it for a second.” Eve said, sounding exasperated.. “She’s been making up shit about them since she could talk.” “Then why are you allowing it? Why would you let them have any contact at all with her? Those are serious accusations!” “Jennifer, you don’t know Hortensia like I do. She makes up stuff to try and weasel her way out of trouble. You know what she told me on our last visit? That Aiden made her break your car or he’d get the guards to beat me up. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?” “But did he?” Jennifer asked. “NO!” Eve shouted. “Jennifer, look, I appreciate everything you’ve done so far, I really do, but I can’t afford for anything like this to happen again. I can’t afford to pay damages if she breaks anything. I have no money!” “I- I’m not asking you to fix it.” Jennifer said numbly. “She really is making progress.” “Jennifer, please. She’s too out of control for you. She needs a stricter living situation. She can’t be allowed to run amok and do whatever she wants. Please put her on the phone.” “She’s not here.” Jennifer said. “She’s at a friend's house.” Eve let out a groan. “This is what I'm talking about. She broke your car and you let her go hang out with her friends?” “N-No,” Jennifer said back pedaling. “She’s with my boyfriend doing yard work as punishment.” “You just said she was at a friend's house. Which is it?” “She’s friends with his kids. She’s staying with him to give each other a break. He’s putting her to work.” “She’s staying with a man I don’t know?” Eve said, sounding appalled. “How long have you been dating him?” Jennifer shut her eyes and remained silent. The doorbell rang again. Jennifer winced. She was tempted to tell Brian to take Hortensia back. “She’s here.” Jennifer mumbled into the phone. Hortensia walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Cynthia. “Go pack your things.” Cynthia told her. Hortensia’s eyes fell on Jennifer, a look of deep hurt etched into her features. Jennifer handed her the phone where a screaming match soon ensued. Jennifer let her head fall into her hands. There was shouting, swearing and crying. Hortensia angrily slammed the phone. She stared at Jennifer with a tear streaked face. “You promised.”

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

This story looks like it is getting off to a good start. I wonder what plans Gorgolov will have for Dracula's remains.

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.

Chapter 11 - First Day Back Avery awoke Monday feeling a deep sense of dread. He rolled over in his bed and hit the snooze button. Sunday, he set the alarm thirty minutes earlier than usual to get a diaper on. He didn’t want to do this, but he felt he had no other choice. The previous Saturday, when the box of diapers arrived, it came in a large brown cardboard box that did not indicate where it came from. Avery opened the box just to make sure it was what he ordered. The diapers were wrapped in a clear plastic seal when he pulled them out. He didn’t open the plastic seal because he felt defeated for even buying them. Instead, he hid them in his closet all weekend. He still felt a deep shame that it had come to this, and he could barely bring himself to look at them. Avery couldn’t ignore the diapers forever, though. He would need to put it on before work no matter how much he wanted to avoid it. No amount of procrastinating could delay the inevitable. He could only imagine how it would feel and look to wear one. How could he hide them from his co-workers? The alarm rang again as he hid under the covers, and the sunlight was just starting to slide through the bedroom window. Avery rolled out of bed in just his gray boxers. He stretched and decided to get coffee before attempting to put the diaper on—just another excuse to delay the inevitable. After his coffee brewed and he downed some Cheerios, he decided he could delay no longer if he didn’t want to miss the bus. He took a knife and slowly cut open the package. He was shocked. There was a slight smell of a delicate balance of soft powdery notes, florals, and subtle sparkling fresh green and citrus top notes. It was a familiar smell, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He pulled two diapers out. One to wear and one to put in his backpack. As he touched it, he could feel the plastic backing. It wasn’t as soft as the adult pull-ups he used. These were supposed to be the thinnest diapers he could get with medium absorbency from the website with a low so-called “crinkle factor.” He still can’t believe he knows about this now. The diaper in his hands still felt thick to him. He couldn’t imagine how thick the large absorbency and nighttime diapers would be. A shiver went down his spine, thinking of having to wear one of those at work. He opened the diaper up. It was huge. At least in his opinion. This was a medium-sized diaper, and he thought it must be too big for him. Avery twisted and moved the diaper around to see how much noise it might make. Sure enough, there was a noticeable crinkle sound to it. Hopefully, with his pants on, that would dampen the crinkle noise sufficiently that it couldn’t be heard. “Ok, do I put this on lying down on the bed, standing up, or sitting on the toilet?” Avery muttered to himself. He thought lying down would be the easiest, but that wouldn’t give him any practice changing his diaper while at work. If he had to do this, he would have to change in the stall. So Avery decided to try doing this on the toilet, sitting down as if he was in a bathroom stall at work. Avery walked into his bathroom. Since he lived alone, the toilet seat was always up, so he put the toilet seat down, folded the large diaper full out, and placed the diaper on the toilet seat. With a sigh, Avery dropped and kicked his boxers off towards the laundry basket and tried to center himself over the diaper while sitting. He then grabbed the back end on one side and pulled it up while also grabbing the front end of the same side with his other hand and bringing them tightly together. He then began to remove the two tapes on one side and tape the sides together. Avery repeated this with the other side. The diaper was fastened. The first thing Avery noticed was how much thicker this diaper was between his legs than a pull-up. When he stood up to look in the mirror, he was shocked at how much higher the front was. He turned around, and the back was much higher up than a pull-up. A pull-up was as high as his boxers for the most part. The diaper went as high as his lower back. “Oh shit, how am I going to hide this. Will people be able to see it through my shirt?” he asked himself as he quickly went to the dresser drawer and picked out a pair of tan khaki work pants. He slipped them on over the diaper. The pants were much tighter and wouldn’t require a belt at all with this diaper. He looked again in the mirror. The diaper was poking out in the front a little, but in the back, it was poking out a good bit. He walked around with each step he could feel the thickness of the diaper between his crotch. It felt so weird. The thickness forced his legs further apart like it was a small pillow. Avery did not like the feeling at all. For a few minutes, he stood there looking at himself in the mirror, wondering if he should risk the adult pull-up. Finally, he convinced himself this was still better than wetting his pants at work. He grabbed a maroon golf shirt and slipped it on. He turned around. Standing straight, he could see the diaper with his shirt untucked. Tucking his shirt in, he felt like you could see the outlines of the back of his diaper. Avery decided it was better to leave the shirt untucked. Avery then bent over. Slight bends seemed to keep the diaper hidden, but he could tell it was a close thing. A full bend down and touching his shoes exposed the back of the diaper. He made a mental note that he couldn’t bend down while standing to pick things up if he dropped something. He would have to get down on his knees and pick it up. Avery then walked around his apartment. He could barely hear the diaper crinkles between his legs as he walked. If he was intentionally listening, he could hear it. Avery prayed that no one would listen to him that close and he could get away with this. Finally, he convinced himself that he was ready to return to work with a diaper on for the first time. He grabbed his morning pills, which included his valium, and swallowed them down with his now-cold coffee. As he was about ready to leave, he grabbed his spare diaper and went to put it in his backpack as he froze. “Shit, I left my backpack at work when I ran out there. I left everything there.” All he had was his work iPhone with him. What could he do? He couldn’t just carry a diaper under his arms. He thought quickly and decided that maybe he could hide it in a lunch sack. He would figure out how to transfer it to his backpack later. He grabbed his lunch sack, which he never used, and stuffed the diaper in there. It was a tight fit. It took up all the space as he had to fold the already folder diaper over another time and squish the sides in to get in the lunch sack. With that, Avery headed out the door with the lunch sack, well aware he was wearing a diaper, and walked to the bus stop. His heart was racing as part of him wanted to run back into the apartment and say forget it. “But then what would I do? I have faced the world and learned to make a living. I want to make it on my own. I have to deal with this regardless of where I work until I get it under control.” When Avery got to the bus stop. All the bench space was taken, and several people were standing around. Avery normally would try to stand close to the bus stop to get in and get a good seat if he could. Today, he stood back. He felt exposed even though he knew no one could see his diaper or hear it with all the busy traffic noise. Time went slowly; what felt like thirty minutes was only five minutes when the bus arrived. As he waited for the bus, he kept fidgeting with the back of his shirt and pulling it down, afraid something would show. Getting on the bus, he saw all the seats were taken. Luckily, there was one seat right by the front of the bus which wasn’t fully taken. “Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked an older man with a briefcase on the empty seat. He looked up at him and just nodded and, grabbed his briefcase, and put it on his lap. Avery took the seat. He wasn’t sure if he was just not talkative or if the man was upset; he asked to sit there. Either way, it was probably good that they didn’t talk. When Avery sat down, he left some space so his legs and hip wouldn’t touch the man. He was afraid that he might feel the padding of the diaper. Everything he was doing was all about avoiding contact and being found out now. Again, the ride seemed to take longer than it actually did. The bus finally arrived at his stop. He now had half a mile to walk to the office building. As he walked by the park where he jumped in the fountain, his memories started coming back about how he ran away. He even walked by the alley where he had hid and cried. He didn’t really believe in one particular religion, but he was sending prayers silently that he would make it through the day. He finally got to the building and walked through the large automatic sliding doors as he entered. Julian and Bryan were already standing there by the entrance desk. Julian gave him a warm smile. Bryan wasn’t so coy about his arrival. “Hey, Avery, we are glad you came back,” He pretty much shouted across the complex. Avery took a deep breath and approached. Julian put his hand out to shake Julian's hand. Julian has a quieter demure about him. “Thanks for giving DNA Pharmacia another chance. We will do everything possible to make your return comfortable and enjoyable.” Avery returned the gesture by shaking Julian's hand. “Thank you, and I am sorry.” Avery swallowed and looked around nervously. Had they all heard about his embarrassing episode? Were they all looking at him knowingly? Julian stepped quickly in with soft and quiet, “Don’t be sorry. You did nothing wrong. It was all John’s fault. No one is going to look down at you.” Avery could tell from Julian’s eyes he meant it. It was Bryan's turn to step and handshake his hand. “Well, I am damn impressed with your work. You're one brilliant...” There was a pause as Bryan almost called him a kid but stopped himself. “Young man. I can’t see what you do next. Shall we take you to Darlene’s floor?” Bryan started to walk off by leading Avery past the security point and onto the elevators. Julian followed. Only the three of them were on the elevator, and Avery was glad for that. He was looking forward and afraid to look at both of them as he wondered if they could tell if he was wearing a diaper or could even hear it. Each step, with the thickness of the diaper, was a reminder of what he was wearing. He could see in the reflection of the elevator door both Julian and Bryan's faces. Bryan kept the conversation going. “I am glad you brought up the fact that there were two different methods being used to solve for the stability of the cell wall thickness between the normal cell and the cancer cell. It has been 9 months at least since we have been working on the problem. I was looking over your calculations more this weekend. I really think you are on the right track. I will get you any support you need.” Bryan said with a big smile. As Bryan was talking, Avery noticed they were going past the floor where his old desk was. “Don’t we need to stop and get my stuff?” Avery asked as they passed the third floor. “No, we don’t. I will grab your stuff or have someone bring it up to you if you don’t mind.” Julian said. “No, I don’t, and thanks,” Avery smiled. That was one less stress to deal with. Just then, the doors opened to the fifth floor. “Welcome to IT!” Bryan said as if it was a good thing. Avery wasn’t so sure yet. Avery followed Julian through a few rows of cubicles. They showed him two empty desks. One was his, and the other was for a visitor as it was labeled such. His desk had his name placed on the desk “Avery Sage.” He wondered why he had a nameplate with his name on this desk. Julian stepped in. “This is something that Darlene does for all her employees. She believes everyone needs to have a name on their desk or their office.”. Julian said. He pointed just past the visitor's desk to Darlene's office. Her nameplate was on the outside of the wall of her office. The nameplate read - “Darlene Matatesa - IT & Cyber Security Director,” Just as Julian pointed out at Darlene's office. The office door opened, and Darlene walked out. Avery was immediately caught off guard. When he heard that the head of IT was a woman, he was rather embarrassed to admit he expected a small, nerdy woman. What he saw couldn’t have been further from that. Her stride was powerful, and it felt like every small movement she made was with purpose. Her hips swayed with each step, and in her hands, she carried a folder in her hands. She was intimidating but undeniably beautiful. Avery found himself hoping he wouldn’t end up on her bad side. “Hi, you must be Avery.” Darlene walked over and put her hand out for him to shake. “I know you are not one of my employees, but I want you to know you are welcome here. I run a tight ship in which Julian can testify. Still, I also take an interest in my employees both professionally and personally.” She paused as Avery shook her hand. Avery noticed she had a strong grip on a woman but very soft hands. The grip was firm like a man's but as soft as a woman's hands often are. “Thank you” He smiled back but only gazed at her for a second. “Well, this is your desk. I took the opportunity to have it set up ready for you. I got you two monitors with a docking station for your laptop. Your phone has already been programmed with your old office number.” She pointed to her desk. “Also, the desk on this level is both a sitting desk and a standing desk”. She leaned over a little to touch the switch that was on the inside of the desk as it started to lift up, and then she toggled it the other way. “Why don’t my employees get this?” Bryan asked. He looked hurt that he wasn’t given the best in things. Julian gave Bryan a stare that said now is not the time to discuss this. Bryan then dropped it. “I also got you all the basic office supplies.” Darlene opened the desk drawers. “And that fancy engineering paper you engineers like.” “You're spoiling Avery,” Bryan said, looking at Darlene. “He is going to want to work for you, not me.” He laughed a little with a slightly sarcastic tone. “Oh, I see you brought your lunch. Here,, let me take it and show you the lunchroom.” Darlene leaned over to take the lunch sack, and to her surprise, Avery quickly stepped back and put his lunch sack behind his back. “No, that is ok. I want to keep it. I eat at my desk so no one can steal my lunch..” Avery's heart was beating fast for fear of being found out. “Ok..Ok.. not a problem. Sorry, I thought you would want to eat lunch with the rest of us. That isn’t a problem. You can eat at the desk as long as you make sure to clean up and no crumbs left behind.” Darlene didn’t know what the deal was, but something was up with him and that lunch sack. She actually had a strict rule about not eating at the desk, but she didn’t want to address this in front of Julian or Bryan. She knew there was some sensitivity with Avery, and he had to be nervous about coming back with his accident. Darelen also suspected that Avery didn’t know if she knew about the accident in the meeting room. She didn’t want to put him on the defensive yet. “Ok with that. I will be going back to my office, and please, if you need anything, talk to me. Ok? I am not all that bad once you get to know me. “ She giggled as she nodded her head to Julian and Bryan. Avery then proceeded to sit down at his new desk. The chair was more comfortable and nicer than the one he had from his previous office. As Avery sat down, he could feel the diaper crinkle below his butt and feel the thickness between the seat and the diaper. Hoping no one heard the diaper, he thought to himself, “Maybe this won’t be so bad. No one knows about the incident, and hopefully, they hadn’t heard about me in one way or another.” “Julian, do you mind if Christy brings up his laptop and personal items?” Bryan asked. Julian looked at Avery quietly and asked, “Avery, do you mind? If you do, I don’t mind getting your stuff for you.” “No, I don’t mind,” Avery responded, but in all reality, he did mind. He didn’t want to see Christy, but he didn’t want to seem rude about it, as if he didn’t like Christy. Christy didn’t do anything wrong, and she was the only one who didn’t laugh at him in the meeting room. “Good, then I will leave you be, but please call me if you need anything.” Julian starts to walk off. “Same here,, Avery. I will go and talk to Christy.” Bryan smiled as he walked off with Julian, leaving Avery alone. Avery sat alone at his desk. There was nothing to do since he didn’t have his notes, computer, or his backpack. Hoping no one knew about the diaper that he sat in. So he sat there and took his phone out and, surfed the internet, and caught up on the Reddit forums he follows.

There is a new character introduced at the end of the chapter. You may not fully understand how or why she knows what she know but it will be apparent in other chapters. Enjoy! I am not settled in and ready to write more often. Chapter 10 - Home Sweet Home Darlene was glad it was Friday and she was finally home. As soon as Darlene walked through the door, she could feel the tension in her shoulders and her neck still from the weeklong stress. The week had taken its toll, and she was glad to be able to sit down and think about other things for a few days. They had three attempted hackers trying to gain control of the network to try to steal all their information. Each one was thwarted by her and her team with no damage to the company or loss of intellectual assets. Her home was her place to escape and rejuvenate. She took pride in her house and how everything was decorated; it reflected her. Even though she loved it, returning to an empty house didn’t always help. She knew just how to shake the feeling off of being alone along with the stress and recharge her batteries. It was called an excellent long exercise session, which always seemed to help. She put her purse and car keys down on the entryway table, along with her sunglasses. She made her way upstairs into the master bedroom, which was spacious and stylishly designed, with a king-sized bed, a comfortable sitting area, and plenty of closet space. The color scheme was soothing and calming, with shades of blue and green that create a serene atmosphere perfect for relaxing in bed or reading a book after a long day. What really set this master bedroom apart was the thoughtful touches that made it clear this space was designed with her need to escape from corporate life. There was a built-in charging station for her phone and a built-in sound system, as well as a small reading nook looking out over the forest. Darlene began to throw her work clothes off and on the king-sized bed. She searched through her dresser drawer for her workout clothes and put on a pair of navy leggings and a matching sports bra that supported her large breasts nicely. She then moved into the master bathroom, which was equally impressive, with a large, luxurious bathtub and a large separate waterfall-type shower. The two sinks and vanity were spacious and well-lit, with plenty of storage for all her beauty products to be neatly organized. The tiles on the floor and walls were sleek and modern stone look, providing a clean and sophisticated look. Between the master bedroom and bathroom, it was a perfect reflection of her – elegant, practical, and designed for both comfort and functionality. It's a space where she could recharge and refresh. She stood in front of the mirror in the master bathroom, where she removed the bun in her hair. She shook her hair out, combed it, and tied it back in a ponytail. Finally, she was ready to go work out. Darlene made her way past three bedrooms, one of which was closed, and then downstairs to her custom-made homework outroom. Darlene had spent a lot of money on her home workout room, one of her pride and joys of the house. The workroom downstairs was flooded with natural light, which poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows that lined one wall looking out at her property backed up to a forest. The flooring was made from a soft and durable material that provided excellent traction and cushioning during workouts. There were multiple pieces of state-of-the-art equipment, including a high-end treadmill, rowing machine, and weightlifting station. Each piece of equipment was carefully selected for its performance capabilities and aesthetically pleasing design. The gym also included a variety of smaller workout accessories, such as yoga mats, resistance bands, and foam rollers. In one corner of the room, there was a large screen that could be used for streaming workout classes or playing music videos to keep you motivated during your workout. The walls were adorned with inspiring quotes and artwork, adding a personal touch to the space. The room was also outfitted with a high-quality sound system and wall-mounted TV, allowing you to blast your favorite tunes while you sweat it out or play a workout video. Overall, the home workout gym was the perfect space for a fitness enthusiast who wants to stay in shape without leaving the comfort of their own home. Darlene turned on her TV and selected one of her many premade workout sessions that would last for 90 minutes or more. She started her routine with some cardio on the treadmill. She felt the familiar rush of endorphins flooding her system within a few minutes of the workout. The music from the workout session blaring from her sound system drowned out the outside world's noise, and she could focus solely on her movements. She loved working out. This always made her feel better. She ran for 25 minutes on the treadmill, then did some jumping jacks and burpees. After that, she did some cardio strength training exercises with weights. She did squats, lunges, and bicep curls. She also did some push-ups and sit-ups. She could feel her muscles stretching and contracting and the sweat dripping down her forehead. With each passing moment, she felt the weight of the day lifting off her shoulders. The stress and anxiety that had been plaguing her all week slowly dissipated until she was left feeling renewed and invigorated. Finally, she finished up with some stretching by doing some yoga. She stretched her arms, legs, and back. Before heading back upstairs, Darlene stopped by the kitchen, took a homemade freezer meal out, and placed it in the oven. She opened a fresh bottle of Merlot red wine and poured her wine into your nice wine glasses. Feeling refreshed, she went back up to the master bedroom with a glass of red wine. She took a long shower, enjoying the fragrance of her bath soap and shampoo, which was infused with Ylang-ylang, a floral, tropical scent to promote relaxation and reduce stress. After drying off, Darlene grabbed a fresh bra and panties along with fresh pjs made of light pink cotton sateen, a soft and breathable fabric that was perfect for hot summer nights. The top was a button-up shirt with a Peter Pan collar and long sleeves. The bottom was a pair of loose-fitting shorts with a drawstring waist. The set was trimmed with pink lace, which added a touch of elegance. The soft fabric felt good against her skin, and the loose fit allowed her to move freely. She tied the drawstring on the pants and buttons up the top, then went to the mirror to check herself out. She smiled at her reflection. She looked and felt great. She grabbed her red wine and took a sip. “Time to relax for the rest of the evening,” she told herself as she exited the master bedroom. She passed the closed door once again, which was the nursery that she had never been able to get rid of. She set a hard date in about two weeks; Goodwill was going to come by and pick all the stuff up. Every time she passed, she felt a sense of sadness and lost hope. She was supposed to have a 9-month-old baby in the crib by now, but her body did not do well in the delivery process. She lost her child. The delivery was so bad that she would never be able to get pregnant again. Darlene shook the memory off as she sipped her wine and walked downstairs. The house was lonely. It was her dream house she built two years ago with something more in mind, but tonight she was going to enjoy the time alone and start watching Game of Thrones, which everyone talked about, and her sisters said she must get into. The kitchen was the least used place, with the exception of the empty dining room and spare bedrooms. She went over to the oven and pulled out her meal. Chicken cordon bleu for the evening, served with fresh green beans and a side of sweet potatoes. It smelled good. Since she lived alone, once a month, she would spend a day or two preparing nice healthy meals for her and freeze them to be eaten during the next month. The living room of the house was where she spent most of her evenings before heading to bed. A spacious area with a high ceiling and large windows that let in the natural light, the room was decorated with a modern and chic flair. The furniture was sleek and comfortable, with a plush sofa, a love seat, and a couple of accent chairs arranged in a semi-circle around a huge coffee table. Despite all the furniture, there was still empty space to fill. The centerpiece of the room was a massive flat-screen TV mounted on the wall. The woman had spared no expense in acquiring the latest technology so that she could enjoy her favorite shows and movies in stunning clarity. The sound system was equally impressive, with speakers tucked discreetly into the corners of the room, ensuring that she got a cinema-like experience whenever she watched something. The color palette of the room was a mix of neutrals and bold colors, with a deep purple rug covering the hardwood floor. The walls were painted in a pale gray that contrasted well with the dark wooden shelves lining one of the walls. The shelves displayed her collection of books, decorative vases, and other trinkets that she had picked up during her travels. As the sun began to set, Darlene settled into her cozy living room, ready to indulge in her guilty pleasure - watching the first episode of Game of Thrones. She had been meaning to start the series for months, and finally, she had the perfect evening and weekend to do so. As she dug into her dinner, she eagerly pressed play on her remote control, excited to immerse herself in the world of Westeros. As the opening credits began to roll, she couldn't help but marvel at the stunning visuals and haunting music. From the first scene, she found herself immediately drawn to the characters and their stories. As she watched, she savored the flavors of her dinner and sipped her wine, enjoying the perfect combination of comfort food and indulgent entertainment. She laughed at the witty banter between Tyrion Lannister and Jon Snow and gasped in shock as the plot twists and turns unfolded before her. As the episode drew to a close, she was engrossed in the world of Game of Thrones, and she felt a sense of satisfaction and anticipation. She knew she had found a new favorite show that would keep her entertained for many evenings to come. She started the second episode, and she wasn’t 30 minutes into the second episode when she got a text. It was a text sent by her automated IT alert system. “Yellow alert, adult website access on company property, log number 347820.” She hadn’t seen one of these in a while. Darlene paused the movie. She walked into an over sized home office, sat at her desk, and loaded up her computer. Darlene then went into her custom-made IT security management software to look for the log number. Once she found it, she clicked it. User ID AV672XX access website www.mamabs.com. Site content label “Adult Content.” Security System “OK”. Darlene never heard of this website. But that wasn’t unusual when she got these kinds of alerts. The User ID was Avery Sage. “Oh shit, this is the one that Julian wants her to take in and house in her department.” She said to herself. “It looks like it won’t be that long till he gets let go for looking at porn on the company computers.” Darlene had never heard of that site, and in the past, everything she got on one of these alerts was always porn, so was her assumption here. She was shocked when she clicked on the site and realized it was a shopping site. The first thing she saw were adult diapers. But these were not regular adult diapers. There were all sorts of designs that were for babies and toddlers. She suddenly remembers Avery's accident early this week. She was confused. Did this young man have a medical problem? If he did, why this site? With a “yellow” alert. Darlene had two weeks to report it. Typically, she just reported it the next day, but this wasn’t a porn site. This wasn’t a typical adult site. She could see that he had clicked on several pages as he looked over diapers, baby supplies, baby clothes, and actual medical supplies. If anyone knew what this site might be about, it would be her sister, Ashley Matatesa. “ Darlene texted Ashley on her personal iPhone. Ashley, what is this site? Is it sexual? I figured you would know based on your knowledge of this kind of stuff. I need help because someone accessed this website on a work computer.” Darlene then proceeded to put a block on the website. Even if it was innocent, it was unnecessary to access this site on company-issued hardware. Afterward, Darlene returned to watching the second episode of Games of Thrones. It was almost 10 p.m. as she was on the third episode. She got a text back from her sister “Sorry I took so long to respond. I was busy. So, someone accessed this from work? To your answers, yes, this could be sexual, but not always. There is a group of people who identify themselves as Adult Babies and Diaper Lovers. Sometimes, it is very sexual and can be incorporated into BDSM or just Domination play. I have never had a client ask for this, but I have heard of it. I also hear some just like to regress and don’t find it sexual at all. Then the site also has a lot of medical equipment, so could the employee be buying medical equipment?” Darlene thought about it. “I saw that he purchased a case of medium size adult all-white disposable diapers, so I guess that could go either way.” It was only a minute later that she got another text back for Ashely. “I can research it for you more later. I am sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” “No, you don’t have to research it. I can do it if needed. I blocked the site so no one can access it on work computers or phones. Maybe we can talk about it at our Wednesday girls' evening get-together. ;)” “Sounds good.” Darlene returned to the Game of Thrones and had a second glass of red wine before calling it a night.

My goal in writing this story is to write it like you would pick up a novel in a bookstore. Character development and plot development is very important to me so please continue to enjoy this slow burn of a story. I really appreciate the encouragement and comments from those who have given it to me! Avery now has to make his way home. Chapter 6 - Walk of Shame Avery could not get out of DNA Pharmica fast enough. He did not stop and look to see who noticed that his crotch was soaking wet in the tan dockers, along with the wetness that ran down the front of the left side of his leg. He could feel other people’s eyes looking at him. "Why the fuck did I let this happen in front of everyone. I am a fucking loser." He shouted at himself internally. He felt like he had blown it. It was a chance to really show off what he could do, and instead, he had wet his pants like a toddler. Avery was filled with so many emotions he couldn't sort them all at once. Why did John have to be such an ass? Mayle John was right. He is just a dumb ass. Why did he have to lose control like some dumb little kid? He is an adult." Tears continued to roll down his face as he walked briskly through the front entryway, quickly badged out, and passed the automated front doors. When Avery stepped outside, he felt so small as the sidewalk was full of people walking in both directions. It didn't help that it was approximately eleven a.m. and lunchtime for most people, with his pants soaking wet and his pull-up thoroughly soaked past its usefulness. He felt the whole world looking at him. Things couldn't be worse. He almost bumped into a woman as he turned left. The woman paused, and a look of disgust went across her face. “Ew, gross," she thundered as she backed away and pointed at him. It was loud enough to cause others to pause and look at him. He heard people shouting and exclaiming; he heard some laughing and wolf-whistling. He kept his head down, but he couldn’t block out the comments: “He wet himself!”, “Get a picture!”, “Hey, buddy! The kindergarten is back that way!” Avery quickly dashed around the woman heading for the bus stop almost a mile away. Avery made it down a few blocks, passing everyone. He could tell and feel several people watching him and occasionally catching comments about him. Panic and embarrassment took over as he saw an alleyway up ahead and ducked inside, hoping to escape the crowd. The alleyway was dark and narrow, and the only light came from the open doors of the businesses on either side. He ducked into the next alleyway between business buildings. He ran quickly to the back of the alley and hid between two large green metal dumpsters. Avery closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He could hear the noise of the city all around him, but it seemed muffled and distant. He was safe here, hidden from the world. At least till someone discovered him. He felt his full pull-up and wet pant leg. He didn’t know what he could do from this point. He was in the middle of the city in obviously wet clothes and no spares. It was a nightmare. Avery sat down on the ground with his knees curled up to his face and arms wrapped around his legs and cried with his back against one of the dumpsters. He sat there while the busy sidewalkers paced him by. The world had no idea he existed. Avery cursed his own existence. Things were not supposed to be like this. He was supposed to prove he was worthy and valuable to the company. But no, he had to piss his chance away, literally. As he cried on the cold, hard concrete, he slammed his fist on the concert floor, constantly cursing himself. Finally, after about an hour, he calmed himself down and leaned back against the wall, feeling his full pull-up was no longer warm but cold. He closed his eyes and let the darkness wash over him. He felt the tension in his body start to melt away, and he took another deep breath. At the very least, he should’ve brought a spare pull-up. He opened his eyes and looked around. The alleyway was still dark and narrow, but it didn't seem so scary anymore. He could see the sunlight streaming in through the open doors of the businesses. He knew that he couldn't stay in the alleyway forever, but for now, it was a safe place to hide. He could take a break from the world.. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He would have to find a way to get on the bus and go home. He looked up between the two buildings to the partly cloudy sky. He thought this wouldn't be so bad if he got soaked head to toe in the water. At that moment, he realized he was just a few blocks from the downtown city park. It had a large fountain. Whatever he did, the one thing he didn't want to smell like pee when he got on the bus. His full pull-up was not doing him any good now and only made him feel worse. He needed to get it off before he got to the park. It had been an hour or so since he sat between the two dumpsters, and no one had come by. “Maybe I can get his thing off me quickly before anyone walks by and sees me.” Avery stood up and poked his head out between the two dumpsters. There were still a lot of people walking down the busy sidewalk, but no one even noticed him looking, and no one was coming down that alley. Avery quickly stepped back to the safety of being between the two dumpsters. He took a deep breath and dropped his pants, revealing the bulging wet pull-up. He tore quickly at one side to get it loose and quickly tore at the other side as he was exposed for a brief seconds before he tossed the pull-up over into one of the dumpsters and quickly bent over to pull his pants back on. After another deep breath, he decided to get back on the sidewalk, walking briskly towards the park. Just a block before the park, the pedestrian crosswalk traffic light was red. He stood there with a few other people, trying to focus only on looking forward to the green light to cross. Before the light changed, he heard a little girl say, “Mommy, did that boy pee in his pants?” as the little girl looked back at him. The mother turns her head and looks at him. Avery felt so small with the mother of the little girl. She pulled her daughter closer. “Not everyone can be a big girl like you, Lisa.” The little girl couldn’t help but look back at him as Avery tried to ignore her and keep his composure. “You mean he needs to be in diapers.” Just then, the light turned green, and that was all that Avery needed as he rudely pushed his way past the other people waiting to cross and took off running for the park. Avery arrived on the outskirts of the business park. This was the first time he really ever paid much attention to it as he scoped it out. What he saw as the downtown park was a tranquil oasis amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy city. The lush green lawns and well-manicured flower beds offered a serene respite from the concrete jungle of the metropolis. In the center of the park stood a large custom-made fountain with a towering spray of water that glistened in the sunshine. From the looks of it, people and children from all walks of life gather here to toss coins into the fountain, making a wish or a prayer for good fortune. The sound of the splashing water would normally create a calming ambiance for him, besides all the bushes surrounding the outer walkway to the fountain. Benches and tables surrounded the fountain. To Avery’s dismay, there were people having picnics on the benches, and it looked like a couple of older people were playing a game of chess near the fountain. Why did there have to be so many people around this fountain? Avery ducked behind some bushes to survey what to do and to hide his wet pants. He took out his iPhone as he realized. “Shit, I forgot my backpack and computer. This is my work iPhone, not my personal iPhone.” If anyone went to look in his backpack, they would find a couple of pull-ups. Avery shook his head, upset with himself. There was no way he was going to go back to the office now. He may never return to the office where he was sure the gossip was spreading like wildfire. He will have to find another time to gather his things. Right now, he just wanted to get home. Then he saw an opening. He could make a run for the fountain. He could jump on the ledge, pretend to be balancing, and accidentally fall into the fountain. Yes, everyone would be looking at him and maybe laughing, but they would be laughing because he was being stupid and playing around, not because he peed in his pants. He was pretty sure he wouldn’t be the first person to fall into the fountain. He didn’t exactly like being the center of attention like that, but it was better than anything else he could come up with Avery laid his work iPhone down under a bush where he would pick it up on the way out. He then walked briskly over to the fountain. He hopped up on it with the wet side of his pants facing the fountain. He pretended to balance himself. Then, he saw an older man walking up toward the fountain. This was perfect. He could pretend to be caught off guard, bump into him, and fall in. The old man went just behind Avery as he went to toss a coin into the well. Avery pretended to back up and bumped into the older man's arm. “Oh, I am ve-... Argh!” Avery said as he pretended to apologize as he fell into the fountain. The fountain water was freezing as he got up, soaking from head to toe. “Oh, I am sorry. I am so sorry,” the old man said. Avery stood up. “It is ok; it was my fault. I didn’t see you. Don’t worry about it.” Avery was cold from the water, but at least no one could tell he peed his pants anymore, or could they smell it if they lingered too long next to him? He quickly exited the fountain as the older man kept apologizing. Only if he knew the relief Avery felt right now as he briskly walked away. “It is really ok,” Avery shouted back as he leaned down to the bush to pick up his iPhone and then began walking casually towards the busy sidewalk again. As he tried to walk to the bus stop, everyone stared at him; Avery smiled. “ I accidentally got pushed into the fountain.” Even though he was a little chilly, the rest of the walk was so much better as he approached the bus stop. He wasn’t dripping wet anymore, but his clothes were still soaked. Avery felt a sense of relief that he no longer felt like he was peeing in his pants. When people looked at him, he just said. “I was playing around on the fountain and accidentally fell in,” laughing at himself when he said this. He almost felt giddy for coming up with this idea. It took about thirty minutes for the bus to come. When the bus arrived, Avery tried to get on. The bus driver looked right at him. “If you ride the bus, you can’t sit down on one of the chairs. You are going to have to stand holding on to one of the rails.” Avery looked up a female bus driver. She looked like someone you wouldn’t want to cross. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t sit down.” He hated the way she said this so loud and was drawing attention to himself when he stepped on the bus. “Hold there by the front,” She shouted at him. “Kids these days,” the bus driver mumbled to herself as she closed the door, and Avery stepped in and took hold of one of the bars above his head. The ride on the bus was pretty uneventful. The front seat where he was holding the bar remained empty because no one wanted to sit by him when he was so wet. He really didn’t care and thought that was for the better. Finally, his stop arrived. When he exited, he walked briskly on his way home. His triumph was short-lived because as soon as he exited he walked to his apartment complex. He realized once again what happened and how he made a fool of himself. In addition to that, he left his backpack and his personal iPhone back at the office. There is no way he wanted to go back. As Avery was rushing back to his apartment, he was looking at the floor and not paying attention to where he was going. He accidentally bumped into a man in his thirties who was well-built. “You are wet. What the hell do you think you were doing?” He felt the guy push both of his hands hard on his chest as he stumbled backward, hitting the back of an iron fence.. “OW’ Avery cried. “Better watch where you were going next time, loser,” the guy gave him a mean look as he went on walking. “Fuck you!” Avery yelled back as the built man turned back, and Avery got up to take off running. “That is what I thought, loser, you didn’t have the balls to be a man,” He yelled. Avery ran the rest of the way home and went to his apartment door. He quickly opened it and slammed the door hard closed. He was sure his neighbors could hear he didn’t care. It was only 2 pm. He didn’t care much about anyone right now. The first thing Avery did was go to the kitchen and grab himself some orange juice and vodka. He didn’t normally drink in the afternoon; if he did, it was only a small glass a night. But today, he filled it up with vodka almost halfway and the rest with orange juice. “I just want to fucking forget this day,” he cried out loud to himself. He then grabbed his drink and went into the bathroom, stripped off his wet clothes, and threw them on the bathroom floor. He turned on the shower and stepped inside after the water warmed up. There, he just stood with his head against the wall of the shower as the water ran down his head and back. He broke down and cried like he hadn’t in a long time. He stayed in the shower too long. When he got out of the shower, his toes and fingers were wrinkly like an old lady's fingers. The bathroom was just a large fog, and the mirror was completely fogged over. After fully drying himself, he got out of the bathroom and opened his drawer, grabbed hunter-green boxer briefs, and slid them on. He felt emotionally and physically exhausted. Avery went over to his bed, pulled off the bedspread, and laid it down on the floor. He grabbed a pillow from his bed and his stuffed big red dog, Clifford, and placed them both on the bedspread on the floor. He looked at his iPhone on the dresser. Noticed a missed call from Bryan but decided to ignore it and power off the iPhone. He didn’t want to talk to him or anyone. He opened his walk-in closet, where he had a red and blue large mat against the wall. He laid down, pulled his bedspread in, and grabbed his pillow, and Clifford placed them down. He basically made himself a small bed in a closet. “I am giving up on this day… Maybe the whole week,” he told himself as he looked at the clock. It was only 3 p.m., and the sun was shining outside through his closed blinds. He went back to the bathroom and grabbed one valium, one sleeping pill, and his Zoloft. He is taking his meds early, which was fine; he had no problem with an early night after all the excitement of the day. He then went back to the closet and got down on his knees to make the bed as best as he could in the closet. Once the bedspread, the pillow, and Clifford were all in the right spot. He closed the closet door with him inside and laid down, grabbing Clifford and hugging it tightly as he wrapped himself in the bedspread. For some reason, the closet always made him feel safe and secure. Growing up with foster parents, he slept many a night in the closet when he was in trouble or he felt bad or down. As he lay down and his head hit the pillow, he then began to cry. He cried for a good 30 minutes before he passed out in complete darkness.

This chapter is all about introducing a new major character in this story, enjoy. Chapter 5 - A Favor Turned In Julian walked up to Darlene's office door, which was closed. He knocked on it. "Yes?" He could hear Darlene's voice. "It's Julian. Can we talk?" "Yes, sure, we can talk. Just give me a second to get decent," Darlene said as Julian could hear her putting something away. "You can come in, Julian." Julian entered, saw a drawer closing, and Darlene buttoned the top of her blouse. "Could you do me a favor and put those two bottles of milk up for me?" Julian reached over and grabbed the two small bottles of milk and put them in the small office refrigerator that she had in one corner of her office by one of the office windows where the blinds were currently down. Darlene was a 34-year-old businesswoman, the IT director for DNA Pharmacia. She was young for her position. Darlene was about 6’2” tall for a woman and weighed about 140 lbs. She was the tallest of her two sisters by six inches. Her hair was pulled back in a neat bun, and she was wearing minimal makeup. Her nails were clean and trimmed. Today, she wore a tank business suit, a light gray sleeveless jacket, and a pantsuit made from a wrinkle-resistant fabric. The jacket was single-breasted, custom-made for her large breasts with a fitted silhouette. The pants were a light gray pencil-leg. Underneath the jacket, she wore a pale pink blouse typically made of silk with a button-down front and collar with long sleeves and buttoned cuffs. She had a long neckline and wore a pearl necklace that added a touch of elegance to her outfit. She also wore small diamond earrings that didn’t distract from her face's soft, smooth skin. "Well, Julian. I haven't heard from you for a while, so I know you're not here to ask me out for drinks. Did one of my employees do something stupid? Just tell me, and you know I will address it immediately. I don't like my employees to give my department anything but a stellar reputation." Darlene gave Julian that curious but serious look as she sat looking at him across her desk. "May I sit?" Julian asked as he gestured to the chair opposite her. “Oh boy, this must be something big.” Darlene sighed as Julian approached the desk, “Go ahead, sit down. What’s been going on?” Julian sat down. "I can assure you I do not have any issues with any of your employees. I haven't heard anything negative, just good things from the other departments about you and your team." "Oh good, so you’re here to offer me a raise?" She smirked, knowing that this wasn't the case. "No, I wish. DNA Pharmacia recently hired a new intern. A rather talented one that is younger than a normal hire for an intern." Julian paused as he thought about how to approach this, “A real go-getter who seems keen on making his mark. I won’t lie. We see serious potential for him in the future.” "So you want me to take on this employee in my department? Assign a mentor and train this individual. You know I don't like dealing with interns. I have resisted this in the past and will continue to do so. My department demands highly skilled and experienced people to keep this company safe from all the cyber threats out there." Darlene gave Julian a hard stare as he could see the empathic "no" about to come from her mouth. "Wait, let me talk before you say "no." It isn't what you think?" Julian quickly cut Darlene off. "I don't like where you are going with this, but I will hear you out. It’s the least I can do before saying no.” Darlene chuckled at her own humor. She picked a pen up and opened her notebook, waiting to write down notes from their conversation. Darlene always took notes of every conversation. They were there for her reference when she wanted to highlight points in a conversation or rebuttals, which would most likely be the case at the end of this conversation. "Let's put a name on this intern. His name is Avery. He has only been here for two weeks. He is a quiet individual for the most part, from what I gather from Bryan. But we had an incident with Avery this morning." Julian said. "Wait, Bryan, isn't he the Project Director for the Chemical DNA Sequencing Department? Now, I am baffled about what this Intern has to do with me. He would have no idea what to do in my department. I am sure he is an engineer or some science-y thing like that. I can bet my paycheck that he doesn’t have much experience in an IT department. Especially one like this that is so sensitive to cyber security with the constant threats it undergoes daily.” Darlene quickly injected. “Darlene, you promised you would listen, so please let me finish before you make any judgment calls.” Julian showed a little frustration. Darlene was known to draw conclusions too quickly sometimes. She was doing this right now. Julian could tell that Darlene didn’t like being called out. Julian paused till Darlene finished writing her notes down. “The rest of what I am about to tell you is strictly confidential. This information does not go past these walls.” He paused again. “OK, it will stay here. You have my word. Have you ever known me to break it?” Darlene replied sincerely. “No, I haven’t.” Julian took a deep breath, “Bryan has a Sr Technical Manager under him named John. He has quite the ego in the department. He always seems to verbally attack anyone that questions his intelligence. Bryan and I have dealt with him for years. We have tried to get him dismissed from this company many times with the CEO. However, the CEO refuses because John holds so many patents that are of prime importance to the company’s growth and future profit. Before you say anything, yes, DNA Pharmacia owns all the patents. However, the CEO sees him as critical to bringing this new custom-made DNA cancer drug to reality. I will quote our CEO. “He is the most valuable asset we have right now. He is worth more than gold, more than platinum. He is the most valuable rare earth mineral. No matter how hard the mineral is to work with it. Because it is the only mineral that makes this project a reality, end of conversation” So you see, I can not get rid of this person, and he is the biggest pain in my ass!” Darlene sees the emotion and frustration on Julian’s face. “This now brings me to Avery. Avery has managed to piss John off. Avery did nothing wrong except call John out on technical calculations. Avery did this today in John’s monthly project meeting update. During this meeting, Avery was given time to speak. When he was up at the white board being challenged. Avery got overwhelmed with John and his comrade's attacks on him, so to speak, and…” Julian hesitated. He had reported many things to HR in his career, but nothing quite like this. This was very much a one-off incident, and he wasn’t entirely sure about the best way to bring it up. In the end, he decided being bluntly honest and getting it out there was probably for the best. “Avery pissed in his pants quite literally, and it wasn’t just a little it was a lot. To make things worse. His coworkers made fun of the guy.” Darlene continued to listen to Julian and took a few more notes. She looks up to Julian. She lifted her hands up near her breast and turned her hand upwards as if saying so, what does this have to do with me? She didn’t want to interrupt Julian again. “Avery may have unknowingly outwitted John. According to Bryan and one of his younger engineers, Avery may have found a technical mathematical error in John’s fundamental calculation in less than two weeks where John and his team have been working on the problem for, I guess, about nine months.” “This gets to my request. I want you to house Avery. Just house him. He won’t be one of your direct reports. Avery may have unknowingly become as valuable as John to this company if he did solve what John and the team can’t. We need Avery to continue his work and development stress-free from ridicule. I chose you because I know you’re one person in this company who runs a department demanding respect and kindness. It is your department. I couldn’t think of a better place for him to feel safe. I will take this to the CEO if I have to, but I don’t want to.” Julian paused. He sat back, ready for her to counter this. Darlene sat there finishing up her notes. When she finished her notes, she calmly laid her pen down and looked Julian right in the eye with a dead stare. “Where is this Intern right now?” “Well, that is another problem that Bryan is working on. We don’t know exactly. He left the building in tears. We can only expect he went home. Before you ask, no, we don’t know if he will come back. But that is Bryan's job.” Julian looked back at Darlene as if they were both having a staring contest. He was trying to strike a tricky balance between a serious discussion and almost begging for Avery to be moved. He could already see that if Avery was left around everyone else, this one incident could be the start of a major problem. In Julia’s opinion, Avery was very much worth the hassle. “First, I don’t like ultimatums, so don’t do that to me again. Second, I have a spare cubical two desks away from my office. I can house him there. From here, I can see his desk at all times. My only responsibility to this intern is to make sure John doesn’t come by and talk to him. I am not going to babysit this intern. Besides, I don’t know shit about DNA stuff. I just know IT.” Darlene said sternly. “Understood, Bryan and I will have an internal restraining order on John. He can only be in his presence with Bryan or myself. No one else.” Darlene took a deep breath. “Well, you have done me a few favors in the past in getting the right personnel in my department. I know many think my team is overpaid compared to the industry, so I guess this is payment back.” Julian got up. “You can call it that. I will bring him up here Monday morning. I am going to let the poor guy take Friday off on us. It is the least I can do for him. Wish us luck in getting him to come back.” With that, Julian walked out the door. Darlene just shook her head and thought to herself. I hate corporate politics. Why do companies hold onto people who violate the company's own HR policies? No one can be that important. As she sat back in her chair, she thought about what Julian had just told him. Did a new employee really wet their pants in front of everyone? And that same employee was apparently some genius. It sounded to her like he belonged in a nursery rather than a serious office building. She had to admit she was curious, though. If he was worth the trouble, he must really be someone special.

By the time she was done getting her diaper changed, Evelyn came to me and led me to the Kitchen table. "Time for homework!" Evelyn said. "I don't have any yet, no classes yet, they start tomorrow." "Great then you can help me!" We were sitting at the table, "Can I ask you a question?" Asked Evelyn. "Sure ask away." I said. "Your in a disposable, did you wet your bed last night or what?" She asked? "Um, yeah kind of, why?" I asked? "Kind of, what do you mean you kind of wet your bed?" Evelyn asked? "Okay, okay I wet my bed, I didn't wake up and pee, I just slept through it, I woke up wet this morning." "Join the club, I wake up wet every morning, I never know when I wet, it's been happening for only the past, she looked at her watch and smiled, 14 years or so!" "If you have to wear disposables, how can you fill up that garbage can so fast?" I asked? "Oh those they aren't all mine, some are mom's some are dad's." "What Aunt Kathy and Uncle John Wear diapers?" I asked. "Yeah they do, didn't you know, how do you think I ended up bedwetting? I come by it honestly, I got it from both parents!" "Did John Jr. wet his bed as well?" "No he didn't, it's a wonder, with our parents he could have. But he had enough problems with his lungs, that wasn't a family problem until him, but bedwetting that's a family tradition, mom's mom and her mother then down to me. Dad and his mother down to me again. I had no chances to be dry. Didn't your mom tell you she knew my mom when she wet her bed?" "No she never mentioned it." I said. "How do you feel about having a girlfriend that still wets her bed?" "You're still the same girl I've liked for about ever! You just don't sleep dry as I thought you did! But look at me I'm just as wet as you are these days!" I said. "I'm so glad your becoming as wet as I am these days." Said Evelyn.

Comes with a fire extinguisher and extinguishes everything including @YourFNF. You realize that the technicians and engineers are going to bust your ass this time, right? That thing was brand new!

Chapter 55: The High Priest Love in Dimensions – LittleFallenPrincess “Wait... isn’t that...” I asked out loud. “The High Priest... the one who locked the Goddesses away...” Rose answered, backing away slowly from the fountain. “You! You’re the ones they created... you’re the ones they got to release them...” The High Priest snarled as he crept closer and closer to us. Every step he took made my heart beat faster. “What’s he talking about...? How exactly did we kill these people? Wait, does he mean Freya and Ophelia did?” Charlie asked. “What did Freya and Ophelia do?” Rose took a step forward in a risky move, confronting the frail-looking High Priest. “You... they... they killed them all!” He yelled. Something felt off about him, I could feel it. I didn’t need any magical aura-seeing powers like Noelle and Rose to know something was off about this creep. “They wouldn’t do such a thing.” Rose replied. “Their love for each other destroyed everything. They murdered everyone!” He spoke with such... ferocity... such... anger... “They wouldn’t kill anyone... would they?” Alex asked, looking around for answers from our group. “Maybe they got free? I mean... we only know what they’ve told us through the memories...” I asked. I didn’t believe a word of what this ‘High Priest’ was saying, but I couldn’t help but question the belief we had regarding the innocence of our creators. Especially not after seeing the devastation we had witnessed walking through the streets of Aenonnos. “No... they wouldn’t... but... I mean if they had imprisoned Noelle like that... they wouldn’t be safe from me...” Rose said, with complete certainty that made me scared for anyone who would get between her and her girlfriend. But then again... even without magic, Alex is scary when people threaten me. I think all the Freya variations have a protective ‘Momma bear’ thing going on... even sweet Charlie. “See... I...” “SILENCE!” The High Priest shouted, clutching his staff with both hands and planting it firmly in the ground with a loud crash. Shadows started erupting from the base of his staff, slowly spreading their way across the ground like tentacles creeping their way towards us. The sky darkened as the old man was enshrouded by a similar void that was coming out of his staff. The shadows reached our feet, similar to how the tide comes in on the beach. But this didn’t feel wet at all, it just felt... empty. It felt... draining. I felt all the fight drain out of me as I froze still, unable to move a muscle. “I... I can’t move...” Rose grunted. “I can’t either... I can’t cast... anything...” Noelle said, trying her hardest to move her hand. ‘Wait... what? We can’t fight back? How the hell are we going to...’ The darkness had spread under every single one of us, even stopping Evie in her tracks. “You will come with me. I need to show our Goddesses just what happens when they try to fight back...” The old man’s groaning voice called out. Another stomp of his staff on the ground and the shadows around us erupted upwards, making everything go dark. I awoke moments later, on my knees, in front of the image that had been burned into my mind ever since I witnessed it in the vision. Watching the Goddesses get pushed underneath the Elder’s elevated podiums in their black prison cubes would forever be stuck in my memories... and now I stared at the seats that once occupied the Elders that doomed Freya and Ophelia to an eternity of solitude. I say once occupied... because all that sat in those grand seats right now were bodies. Empty, lifeless husks, similar to the people lay in the streets outside. As I looked to my side, I saw Evie, Alex and our sisters in the same position I was in, on our knees, hands spread to our sides, being held in place by a shadowy force. We were all bound, unable to move. Something felt... odd. Not bad odd... but not exactly good odd either. Just... odd. Like... something within me was gathering. But I brushed it off, figuring it must be something to do with his spell. “You... you killed them all... didn’t you?” Rose spoke up. “Ah... awake are we? Good, I want to see you scream...” The High Priest turned to look at us, with the biggest, creepiest grin plastered on his face. “You killed them!” “So?” “Why? I thought they were against the Goddesses? Why did you kill them all?” “At first, sure, they were just as outraged and disgusted by the Goddesses as I was. They were satisfied when we locked the Goddesses away forever... but then...” “But then they changed... didn’t they?” Rose interrupted him. “They started feeling sympathy for the Goddesses... they started feeling... lo... love...” The High Priest had the same look on his face as I do when I have to eat veggies. “And that disgusted you, didn’t it?” “THEY TURNED AGAINST OUR WAY OF LIVING! THEY HAD TO BE ELIMINATED!” He screamed. “And the other Elders?” “When the public were calling for the Goddesses to be released, especially after society started suffering because of their absence... the others... the other Elders started talking about releasing them. About releasing the Goddesses...” “So you eliminated them too?” “I DID WHAT WAS NEEDED TO BE DONE!” “He’s gone insane...” Morgan commented. The High Priest sneered at Morgan before turning around to the Elder’s podiums. “These jewels you obtained... these memories... they would release the Goddesses, correct?” He asked, not even turning back around to face us. We all kept quiet. “I thought so. Well I must thank you, before I kill you all.” “Thank us?” Rose asked. “I may have taken the Goddesses’ power that we siphoned off, used it against the Elders and the people... but despite all that power... there was still no way to open a portal to other worlds.” “And?” “And you have given me the coordinates and a way to connect to worlds they have visited... worlds they have infected... worlds that need... cleansing.” “Wait... no... you don’t mean...” “Yes. I will wipe out every last trace of the Goddesses. I may not be able to kill them, but I can certainly remove them from everywhere they infected.” “And when you say wipe out...?” “Let me show you...” The High Priest placed the memory jewels we had obtained on the altar between us and him. ‘He must have taken them off us when he transported us here, whilst we were unconscious.’ I thought to myself as I watched him twitch and jitter. Taking one of the jewels, he looked at it before looking at Faith. “You... this is from your world, correct? Whilst it has the same signature as our world... it has traces of yours. I can tell... just looking at you, you give off the same aura.” “Wait... what are you going to do to our world?” Morgan shouted. “I’ll cleanse it of any trace of the Goddesses, of course!” He laughed maniacally. ‘Dude has totally lost the plot... can he... can he really destroy a whole world?’ Holding the jewel in his hand, he closed his eyes and concentrated. “Ah... yes... I can focus now... I can breach the veil between worlds... finally!” He cried out, thrusting his arm out, the one holding the ruby jewel. A blue portal appeared a few inches above the altar. But unlike the portals Noelle and Rose had opened... this was twisted. The edges weaved about and flickered, seeming unstable. Instead of the beautiful azure blue portals that our sisters created, this was a murky, disgusting blue... as if it was corrupted. And instead of a shimmering puddle... it showed a vision. A vision of Faith’s Earth. “NO! DON’T YOU DARE!” Faith screamed. “I’ll fucking kill you...” Morgan snarled, trying to pull against her shadowy bonds with all her might. Not even her augmented arm was strong enough to break them. “You are powerless against me. I am a God now. I will remove the impure blight of the Goddesses from all reality.” The High Priest stepped up to the portal, looking through, waiting. I looked into the portal window. It was Earth. Faith’s Earth. You could see the neon lights in the skyline, the shore surrounding the floating city, the art deco skyscrapers... It was definitely Faith’s Earth. And with his other hand, the High Priest thrust forward, sending a spell out of his hand and directly into the portal. It must have been extremely powerful, because even I felt the ripple it created through reality, the force pushing against my body even from this distance. “What... what have you done...?” Rose asked. You could see the hope drain from her face as she just watched in horror as the spell flew through the sky on Faith’s Earth, directly for the planet. “I... have started with this world. I will go through these jewels one by one, finding the dimension they originated from, and destroy them all, until there is no trace of the Goddesses left. You will watch as I destroy everything that was tainted by them, and then when I am done, I will bring out the Goddesses just so they can watch you die.” “YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!” Faith screamed, tears and spit becoming projectiles as she roared at our captor. “YOU’LL KILL EVERYONE!” “A necessary price to pay to cleanse reality...” I watched as the spell crashed into the ocean and everything suddenly stood still... ‘Maybe it didn’t wor...’ A thunderous roar filled the sky on the other side of the portal. The seas became rough suddenly. The sky darkened. Lightning struck the tallest skyscraper in the distance. The spell was working alright... and if we didn’t find a way to stop it... everyone living in that dimension would die. Then he’d move on to each of our dimensions until there was nothing left. I went through my memories, trying to think of anything that I read recently that could potentially stop this, but I couldn’t think of anything. Not that it would do much use, I wouldn’t be able to do anything with that book. But maybe Rose or Noelle could... if there was anything that would actually help... which there wasn’t. “Watch as the Goddesses’ corruption is wiped from existence!” He cried out. “I know I swore I never would... I know where it can lead... but... here goes...” Rose looked down. She looked worried... ‘What is she doing...? Why does she look so sad...?’ Rose... started whistling. “What’s she...?” I began to ask. “Rose... no... please! No... You said you wouldn’t!” Noelle cried out, cutting me off. Rose stopped and looked at Noelle, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry babygirl, but we said only under extreme circumstances. And I’d say this calls for it.” She continued whistling once again. Looking at the High Priest, his twitches worsened and he quickly covered his ears. “NO! I can tell what you’re trying to do... it won’t work! I won’t let it! AHHH!” He cried out in pain. Her whistling continued. The more she did it, the more irate the High Priest became. “What’s she doing?” I asked Noelle. “My affinities are emotions and light. Her affinities are nature... and her siren ability.” “Siren ability?” “The old tale... wait, you mean she can...?” Alex must have figured it out already, I still wasn’t sure what was going on. The High Priest flailed about in frustration, trying to cover his ears from the whistling. “She can use her voice to soothe... to anger... to control... or to kill...” Noelle explained. “AHHHHH GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU WITCH!” He screamed, clutching his head, trying to make the sound stop. Rose’s whistling was doing something to him. It was working! “AHHHHH!” He could take no more, he had to stop it, but he couldn’t concentrate enough with the pain in his skull to cast anything, to direct anything at Rose to stop her. So in one last desperate act, he grabbed his staff and thrust it onto the ground, causing shadows to erupt beneath him, transporting him elsewhere, out of the hall and out of range of Rose’s siren song. And as soon as he disappeared in a wave of shadow, the shadowy bonds that held us in place dissipated and we were free once more. Rose clutched her throat and started crying, so Noelle dashed over, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her tightly. “What’s up?” Charlie asked as she rose to her feet. “She... doesn’t use this power...” Noelle replied. “Why not? It seems like it could be pretty powerful. It would have been handy to have had it on our previous adventures...” Alex said, not impressed that Rose had been hiding this game-changing ability. “Because... having that power... it corrupts you. It’s one thing to calm people, to sing lullabies to make me fall asleep, or to help people with it... but it’s another to use it to hurt or control people. It tears away at your soul. She hasn’t used it since...” “Since Isabella...” Rose spoke up, tears streaming down her face. You could hear the pain in her voice. “What happened with Isabella? She’s the council member that attacked you and died first, right?” Alex asked. “I made her incinerate her own heart...” “Oh... shit.” “Yeah, so that’s why she doesn’t use it. You don’t know what that kind of power does to a person. The consequences... aren’t worth it.” Noelle hugged Rose tighter as her girlfriend cried. “I had to... we have to... save Faith’s world...” Rose said, climbing to her feet, wiping away her tears. “How do we stop it?” I asked. “I... have no idea.” She said, as we all turned to see the calamity unfolding on the other side of the portal. ========================================================== And now the adventure gets serious... Also I loved all the theories. But we needed a big bad. ? Haven't read my new story, Regression Echo? Go read the first few chapters! It's posted here! Link below! 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