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Chapter 88: Colossal WHEN THEY HAD finished meeting with Nikki, the four of them walked down to the soundstage where filming was going on. They waited until an outside warning light about ‘filming in progress’ turned dark before they entered. They quietly followed Beth over to where the crew seemed to be picking up equipment after wrapping a scene up. Charlotte noticed them and waved, “Hi Beth, back from your meeting?” Beth sighed, “Yes, how are things going here? Sorry, I haven’t been here!” “Going well! We just finished the final part of the dinner with Sarah at her house. One more scene with Connor, and you two can take off?” “Great,” Beth said. Sebastian came over then, too, and said, “Hi Beth. I’m Sebastian Johnson,” he said, politely introducing himself to Beth’s mom, Amanda, and Nikki. “Nice to meet you,” her mom said, “I’m Addison Sylvester, Beth’s mother.” “A pleasure to meet you,” Charlotte said. The rest of the introductions followed before Sebastian said, “If you’ll pardon me, I’m okay with you being here, but please make sure you’re quiet while we’re filming?” “Of course, you won’t know we’re here,” Amanda told him. “Beth, could you give me a hand over here?” he said, dragging her away. When they were far enough away, she said, “Thanks!” “Don’t mention it; I could tell some smothering was happening there. I get that way too often with my own mother! Why don’t you go help at the monitors and ensure we’re getting good footage you can edit later?” “Thanks,” she told him. It was a little disorienting as the entire set disappeared, and then a new location was set up. They now had the downstairs area outside of Brian’s apartment setup. The Bruber vehicle for Connor’s ride back was ‘parked’ out of the shot to the right. Harper was standing with a noticeable baby blue diaper bag on her shoulder and ready to walk up to Connor, who just arrived. “Sorry, Gary wanted to do a quick adjustment on my makeup for this scene.” “No problem,” Sebastian said. “Will, are we set?” “I think so. Can we just walk the blocking on this first, though?” Beth watched on the monitors as Sebastian, Connor, Harper, and Charlotte walked through the walk-up. Then, they would halt right in front of the doors to the tall apartment building. They went ‘inside the building’ and returned a few moments later. “All set now?” Beth asked Will as he returned. “As soon as we have Amelia’s camera re-tracked for the dolly, we should be,” he said. Beth watched as they rolled out a set of tracks to help guide and steer the camera Amelia was running. “Okay, quiet on the set!” Sebastian called. A moment later, the call to action was made, and she watched the different views on the monitors come through as Brian’s Bruber arrived and he was unbuckled by the driver. He was almost to the entrance doors when he ran into Harper, playing his neighbor. With no Little or baby in sight, the diaper bag on her shoulder was a red warning flag for any Little! “Well, hello there, Brian! You look so spiffy tonight?!? Very handsome!” “I had dinner with my boss tonight to celebrate a project at work.” “Well, aren’t you such a big boy! Not like my little Dillon!” Harper giggled, and it was creepy, before she said, “Well, I guess he is a little bigger than you!” “Umm... yeah...” Connor was squirming realistically, and then Harper made eyes on him, seeming to practically be dreaming of stripping and diapering him right outside! That made Beth want to rip her eyeballs out! “Say, speaking of dinner, how about you come over tomorrow night for dinner at our place? I’m a great cook!” Connor did a great job of looking calm while wanting to run away as quickly as possible. He said in a very quiet voice, “Unfortunately, I think my boss will want me to stay late tomorrow. May I take a raincheck?” “Sure, cutie! Offer’s always open!” Right then, Connor walked quickly and didn’t seem suspicious in the doors. “Cut!” “Sebastian, we need to do that again, I don’t like the angles as Harper is talking to Connor. Could we maybe have her bend down to talk to him for most of the conversation?” “Harper, what do you think?” Sebastian asked. “Sure, it’ll seem more normal, like I’m talking to some kid on their level?” “Great! Take two, everyone!” Beth watched as they ran it four more times before they were satisfied. Then they had to run Connor hopping in an elevator to run twice before Sebastian said, “Connor, go ahead and get changed out of that costume and take off with your fan club over there?” Connor blushed but said, “Thanks, Sebastian! You said eight tomorrow morning, right?” “Please, it will take us a couple hours to get you prepped tomorrow.” “Sounds good!” Beth watched him run off as the crew worked to reset to work on one of the two catch-up scenes they were supposed to film tonight. She could see everyone was getting tired and hoped they’d manage it all still! I WAS RELIEVED to be done for the day, but I was also nervous knowing that we had finished the last ‘grown-up’ scenes I was involved in. I hurried to change out of the costume, put my school uniform back on, and hurried back out to the quartet who were waiting on me. “Why are you all here?” I asked as we exited into the hallway. “We’ll talk at dinner, Connor. We need to hurry up and grab your bags from the dorms, and then we can take off.” Grandma said. “Make sure you zip up that coat; it’s cold outside!” I nodded and did my best to keep up with the taller women for part of the walk before Grandma sighed, “Connor, we need to move a little faster; I’m going to give you a ride. Addy, we’ll meet you at the restaurant?” “Sounds good!” Grandma hurriedly carried me to the dorm, and a quick look at my watch showed me we were under an hour from when I was supposed to be in the dorm for the night. “Am I allowed to go to dinner?” I asked her quietly. “Yes, for tonight, it’s a weekend, and you’re with me. I got a blanket permission request set for you last week for things like this each weekend.” I nodded, fully trusting her. Everyone was missing in the nest, and I assumed there must have been a movie or they were playing games somewhere in the dorm. I used the restroom again before gathering my backpack and the few things I needed to take for the weekend. “That everything?” She asked me. I nodded, “I think so?” “Okay, come here,” she said and picked me up again, carrying me down the elevator and past some of the other Little students who gave me a wary look. We left the dorm and were at her car in record time. She sat me on the ground long enough for me to pull my bag off to place it inside the car before putting me in the rear-facing seat. I sat still and patiently waited while she moved to the driver’s seat and programmed the destination. “Please navigate to the restaurant, Sapphire Sea,” Grandma said, engaging the autopilot and then turning to make eye contact with me through the monitor above my seat. “They’ll hopefully get there about the same time.” “What is this restaurant?” “It’s one Addy suggested; I guess she and Cameron would go occasionally when they were in school. I don’t think that we’ve ever tried it?” “Seafood, I assume?” “Yes, that’ll be it.” “Mom used to always tell me about the ridiculous sizes of things here with animals and fish.” Grandma laughed, “My favorite thing we ever did will forever be an early trip where she got to swim with the dolphins in Selegnasol.” “She showed me the pictures before I left. Those might as well be whales back home compared to me!” “Too bad the rest of that trip was such a problem.” “That’s where you all met Aunt Bella, right?” She nodded, “We adopted her thinking to save her from a stewardess but ended up in that mess with that horrible Venture group…” She sighed and seemed to wipe a tear out from her eye, “That was a nightmare!” I nodded, “Mom told me about a lot of it, but I’m guessing she kept some of the worst from me.” “I certainly hope she did,” Grandma said. “Some things should never be repeated.” “We are approaching your destination!” the car said a moment later. The car pulled into a parking space, and Grandma soon had me on the ground, walking beside her into the restaurant. Beth, her mom, and the unknown woman were already waiting at the hostess stand. “I thought we might have beat you over here,” Grandma told them. Beth snorted, “Have you seen Mom drive?” “You and your dad are such chickens,” her mom kidded her. “Mom, you’re one of the only people I know who still drives manually. Not only do you drive manually, but you also have two speeds: stopped and the speed of light! Lance is horrible, but even he admits you’re terrifying!” “Sylvester, party of five?” the hostess interrupted. “Right here,” Beth’s mom said. The waitress saw me as we walked to the table, “I’ll be right back with a highchair…?” “Just a booster seat, please,” Beth said. “Are you sure?” she asked the other women. Beth rolled her eyes, “He’s an adult, not a baby. Bring a booster seat!” “Be polite,” her mom reminded her as the waitress left. “We can ask for one for you, too, if you’re going to act rude like that?” “Sorry, Mom, it’s been a long week!” Beth said, clearly nervous it wasn’t a bluff! “I can see that,” she nodded. A few moments later, a booster seat reappeared, and both child’s and adult menus were delivered for me. “Where are my manners?” Beth’s mom said, “Connor, this is Nikki.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. Beth sighed and looked at me from beside me where she’d sat, “She’s my new bodyguard…” “Sorry,” I said. As we looked at the menu, I wanted something off the adult menu, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could finish one of the plates I saw wandering by us. Beth looked at me, “You want to split something?” I looked at her, “Would you get enough?” She smiled, “I don’t eat as much as a Big like my siblings, so I often save by ordering child portions. We can easily split something?” “Okay, what…?” “Why don’t you pick? What sounds good?” I looked over the page and suggested a meal with shrimp scampi and some sauteed scallops with some veggies and rice. “Sounds good!” She told me with a smile. We all received drinks and made some small talk when Nikki asked me, “Umm, Connor?” I was surprised to even have her address me from the other side of Beth’s mom. “Yes?” “I’m going to have some more questions for you about the other day later when we’re out of public, but I’m curious… Did your mom teach you anything that her grandpa taught her?” I smiled, instantly understanding what she meant by her background, “All of my siblings worked with her and are all accomplished in several arts.” She smiled back at me, “We might have to see what she taught you sometime?” “I’d love to practice against someone here,” I told her. “Especially since I’ve already had to use that knowledge.” She nodded, “I’m going to go with you guys to campus tomorrow, and then Amanda’s tomorrow night with you guys. I’ll see what we can do this weekend.” Grandma looked at us both, “No hurting each other.” “You’re not going to tell her just not to hurt Connor?” Beth’s mom asked. I smirked, and Grandma said, “If her mom taught her, it’ll be a mutual concern. Stacy was vicious!” She looked thoughtful but nodded, “I guess she was… I remember that graduation incident.” Right as we were about to continue talking, the waitress appeared. “What can I get you all?” She started with Grandma, then went to Addison, then Nikki, and then Beth ordered for us, “We’re going to share this plate. Could you bring a second plate for us to split?” “Sure thing,” she said with a smile. “Since it’s with the cutie, I won’t even charge the split plate fee here. I’ll get those menus out of the way.” “So, besides all of this stupidity, how do you like school here?” Beth’s mom asked me. “I love the technology, the advanced math, and all of the cool things with HoloTech that I’m learning!” I said with a smile. “He means all of the voodoo math and crazy physics things he’s studying,” Beth shook her head beside me. “I keep telling you it’s not voodoo?” She laughed at me. “Professors treating you okay then?” Grandma followed up. I nodded, “I know Mom dealt with a couple real ‘winners’ when she was here, but all of mine have been pretty friendly.” The four of us were far more active in the conversation, but Nikki contributed occasionally. I sensed she was a ‘friend of the family’ from her studying with my great-grandfather here and probably from being with Mom. When I did the math, including the rejuve treatment that was mentioned, in my head, I figured she must have been between like eleven or so when she met her. ‘I bet Mom remembers her at least!’ I thought. “Grandma, I mean to ask…” I was about to bring up Lilly’s mysterious mother when the plates of food arrived. My eyes grew as wide as possible and then some more!!!! The ‘scallops’ I looked at looked practically like hamburgers! They were probably three inches or more in diameter and a little over two inches thick – and that was cooked!!! The shrimp were curled up, but they might as well have been some crazy large species of lobster back home! “How much do you want?” Beth asked, ready to split the plate onto a smaller one they had brought with it. “Umm… wow! Those are crazy big!” I was getting stares from the rest of the table, “I wish you could understand how odd it is to come here for the scale of things. Just when I think I’m getting used to it, something like this smacks me in the face.” “Like a wet fish?” Beth smirked. “Why are you smacking me in the face with a fish?” I asked. She just shook her head, “Never mind… I hang around with Dad too much sometimes!” “Umm… One scallop, one of those things you claim are shrimp, and some of the rice will probably be plenty?” She laughed, “Let me know if you want more!” With that, I began using an overly large knife and fork to slice through an amazingly flavorful dish! BETH COULDN’T HELP, but giggle at Connor’s face as he saw the size of the dish. She’d seen it happen when he first came weeks ago, but this was comical even compared to then! ‘To be fair, these are like some crazy rare colossal-sized species, but I’m not going to tell him that!’ She enjoyed seeing him smile as he tasted it, and she had to agree that it was pretty tasty herself! Dinner conversation hadn’t been far from typical, really, for most of the dinner from what would happen when she saw her mom or dad after being away. If she wasn’t still annoyed about the whole bodyguard thing, she’d probably admit she was just happy to have her mom there. That was the weirdest part of the night so far when Nikki talked to Connor about something that she assumed had to be martial arts. ‘He did manage to knock Kelly out completely,’ she reminded herself. ‘I thought he was nuts when he told me to go get help!’ They wrapped up the meal close to 28 O’clock and headed for the door. “Connor, why don’t you hit the restroom before we go?” Amanda suggested to him. “I’ll go that direction, too,” Beth said. She noted that Nikki was right behind her and followed her inside. Fortunately, she didn’t follow her into the stall! The five went outside, waiting for the Luxuria vehicle to pull up for her mom and Nikki. She figured she’d need to grab her bag from inside before she would follow Connor and Amanda to her car. “Beth?” Her mom said, though. “Yes, Mom?” “Would you mind terribly staying at the hotel with me tonight?” Beth wanted to say ‘no.’ And she wanted to say ‘yes…’ A look at Connor, who smiled with a nod, and she said, “Okay, but you have to make sure I get to the university on time tomorrow to shoot!” “Of course!” Her mom said, “I just want to see my daughter!” She placed an arm around her head and pulled her close to her. Not for the first time, she noted that the difference in size between her and her mother was nearly the same difference from her Connor! She hugged Amanda and Connor, agreeing to meet up with Amanda to give her the bag she’d need to stay the next night in the morning before filming, and headed to the hotel with her mom and bodyguard. “So, do you like to get any time off?” Beth found herself asking in the car. “I have a couple others who can take up the slack as needed, but I have an apartment a block from the dorm you live in rented, and I’ll just head there after each day.” Beth nodded. They pulled up to the hotel, and after grabbing her bags, they went to the room her mom had already been in. It was a suite, so she had her own bedroom, but the three sat together in a little living area. “Okay, Beth, before tomorrow, I want to discuss my rules for you if I take this job.” “Rules?” Beth asked; the near-twenty-year-old found her still teenage self balking at that word. “Yes, rules,” she said. “Nothing like I’ll rat you out if you want to go party or do something your parents don’t approve of.” “Not that you should be doing that,” her mom said, “but I want you to feel safe with Nikki.” She stiffly nodded, “So what do you mean?” “If I’m going to keep you safe, it’s really pretty simple. First, would you prefer to wear a bracelet or an ankle bracelet?” “Like some sort of criminal bracelet?” She found herself saying. “Or, do you mean like a Little tracker?!?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the 'Like' Button and leave me a comment! I'll give you a bonus on Sunday afternoon if I have at least 25 likes by Sunday afternoon! 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Chapter Thirty Amanda watched her friend Cat carry Kate into the little’s bedroom. She came back out a minute later and went to the bathroom. By the time John was done nursing and asleep, Cat had seemed to have all the dirty clothes and towels just shoved into the washing machine. Stopping to pull her bra straps back up, she started to scoot forward in the rocking chair to get up. Cat walked by and took her elbow and insisted on helping her stand. Whispering “Thank you.” she shifted him up a bit and reached down to grab his stuffie and pacy. As she carried him to the bed, she poked his lips with the pacy until he took it without waking up. She stopped to swing half of the gate open and looked at Kate against the back wall of the crib. Hearing Cat walk up beside her she whispered quietly “So should we lay them side by side? Put the pillow between them?” Cat looked for a moment and asked in hushed volume “Where do you usually put the pillow?” With a motion toward the front, Amanda answered “I put it here toward the front because I heard him rolling into the gate in his sleep.” Cat nodded and pulled the pillow up to the front of the crib and then gently slid Kate forward up against it. With only a nod, Amanda laid John down next to his little friend, and they both put their stuffies next to their littles. They each took a turn to lean over and kiss their littles goodnight on their cheeks before closing the gate and heading back to the living room to sit down. With a great sigh, Amanda went ahead and asked the obvious “Okay. What did Agent Praefectus have to say while I was in the shower?” “Oof.” Cat exclaimed “Right to it, I see. He asked me a couple of things. First he asked me if you were the kind of person that would drive to the city for counseling. When I said no he was not surprised since you seemed so headstrong to him. Which is a polite way of saying stubborn. So the ABI is going to send a counselor out here tomorrow afternoon.” Amanda sat upright and asked “Say what??” Cat just shrugged at her and said “A Counselor. No expense to you, but he wasn’t asking. He said you assisted the ABI and were obviously shaken up. They are required to send someone to check on you. Mental health is important. Plus he was really impressed with you, you know.” Flopping back onto the couch and looking up at the ceiling, she sighed again “I don’t really want to sit with a counselor and recall this day.” If Cat made a gesture, she couldn’t see it looking at the ceiling, but the reply came all the same. “And you know … you made a VERY good impression with him…” Amanda didn’t even look where she aimed, she just grabbed the couch pillow next to her and flicked it at Cat. “Hey, I’m just saying…” Amanda cut that off right there “Too bad, I’m already feeding Mike.” “Oh? You’ve claimed the delivery man as yours then?” She reached without looking, but was out of pillows so she sat up and looked at Cat. “I’ll have you know that he is sweet, seemed very kind, John already admires the man, he knows how to check PH levels in garden soil, and Xerxes seems to trust him.” Cat just nodded along and added “Uh huh, and…….” “And he’s cute. Yes, I have a crush. But you’ve been pushing me to date for years, so you don’t get to complain.” Cat scooted closer “And when do I get to meet him?” Amanda waved a hand dismissively “Eventually. Just let me see how things work out first.” As Cat gave in and leaned back, Amanda looked over to her computer with a sigh “Okay. I’m caught up on work, but I have to type out everything that happened with John today, and since Kate was also on the tablet, I’m certain that they will have questions.” Inquisitively Cat asked “So what’s the deal with that, anyway? Is that what you said about them testing John?” All it took was a nod “Yeah, John just has to do puzzles for at least an hour or two once or twice a week. I have to document his progress and be frank about his mental state and any regression that he experiences. Small things like how he originally called me Amanda, and now he’s calling me Mom. Occasionally Mommy, but that’s happening if he’s talking in his sleep more than awake.” Naturally Cat asked “Why would they want to track things like that?” Only able to really shrug, Amanda answered honestly “I think it’s more to do with wanting to know how long it takes rift littles to acclimate under ideal circumstances, and the ways to handle them so that adjusting to life here isn’t so jarring to them. Imagine the good they could do if they had rough guidelines on how to comfort new littles that get trapped here.” It was a moment of quiet contemplation before Cat responded “Yeah. That makes sense. I know that Kate certainly did not take the public nursery well at all. A basic guide for how to prevent them from being traumatized would have helped her a lot. Poor thing rides on my hip when we have meetings in that place. She bites on her training pacy so hard it inflates, and refuses to look at anyone. She had nightmares for the first month.” With a bit of scooting over, Amanda hugged her life long friend and explained “You’re doing really well with Kate. I remember when you first adopted her. It’s good that your cat insists on napping with her.” Laughing, Cat explained “She kept feeding the cat. That’s why the cat took a liking to her.” “You know …” Amanda mused out loud as she thought “I wonder if all littles are obsessed with feeding animals, or just dimensional ones.” Cat just shrugged “No telling. You get to typing, I’ll go get changed for bed. It’s nearly our bedtime too.” Amanda sighed as she went over to the computer and tapped the button to make it come out of standby. He notepad was still there and she had one message waiting for her. With a click she was reading the message “A new little has used the tablet. This is fine as it is more metrics and encourages your little to play on it anyway. Please describe the little and where they are from for our records.” Musing “Huh. Okay, I thought they would be at least a bit upset.” Amanda set about describing Kate as a portal little that got lost, how long she had been here, the circumstances for her coming to visit and their playful/competitive relationship that they seemed to have so far. Honestly as she typed it she wondered if they got along so well because they were from the same dimension. So without a second thought she typed that into the message to the research team. Never hurts to have more thoughts on paper for later. After hitting send, Cat set a mug of chamomile tea down next to her. Sipping it while she looked at where her notes left off, she tried to think back to the morning. Normally remembering that same morning in detail was as simple as breathing. But today that was not the case. Rubbing her temple she thought out loud as she remembered in bits “twenty four minutes from coffee to diaper change … went almost feral over the egg yolk ...seemed downright melancholy about the rain and not being allowed to go outside … nap on dog … And having run through the day that way she spent less than five minutes rapidly typing out anything relevant from the day. Groaning, she realized “Crap. They’ll want to know there’s another rift little because they’re rare.” Cat came over, sipping her own cup of tea “What was that?” Amanda looked over and up as she explained “The research group would probably be interested in knowing that the rift is active enough that another little came through. I guess I have to …” Cat leaned down and hugged her before saying “I’ll stand right here while you type. You do what you have to do and I’m right here with you.” With a grateful ‘thank you’, she turned back to the screen and tried her best to be brief and downplay her own role in things, mentioning the motion sensors and only mentioning her and the dog being there to assist. That the little they found was shivering but unresponsive. And still, by the time she was done she teared up a bit thinking of that poor little against her chest, completely limp. Reluctantly she hit the button to submit the days report. No sooner did she hit send did Cat lean down and hit the button to send her computer back to standby and started pulling on her hand. “Hey, what are you doing?” Cat just shook her head and said “You’re going to sit next to me on the couch. Sometimes bigs need cuddles too.” Amanda gave in and accepted cuddles from her friend for a half hour. It may not have been much, but it made her feel better. With a deep yawn she admitted that she needed to get some sleep because she had a little to take care of in the morning. Patting her friend on the shoulder, she said “Okay Cat, I’m heading to bed.” Cat nodded and let her up. When Amanda went to her bedroom, Cat was still there behind her. “Okay Cat, what’s going on?” Pushing her toward the bed while talking, Cat explained matter of factly “I’m sleeping next to you. You’ll sleep better that way. Now scoot.” Unable to resist rolling her eyes, Amanda tried to interject “We have not slept together in years.” Cat just kept prodding her and shaking her head “We’re not up to anything naughty. Now I’m sleepy too, so get over there.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Four hours later Amanda woke up with a start, her eyes snapping open instantly as she sat up in the bed. Apparently she’d had a bad dream. Or was it a flash back? After a few moments an arm came up and gently pulled her back down toward the bed where she gave up and rolled over. A warm body scooted closed and pressed against her back. Focusing on that contact she slowly drifted back off to sleep.

Chapter 2: Fully Prepared I tilted my head back, forcing myself to finish each drop of water from the twelve-ounce glass that I had filled to the brim. I had just come home from school, but it wasn't too early to begin working on getting myself as hydrated as possible for what I was planning on doing tonight. Plus, I had a soccer game to play in a couple of hours. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared for that, either. Grace was already home when the bus dropped me off halfway down the block in our suburban neighborhood. It was easy to get lost in the neighborhood if you didn't know what street you were on. Development in the neighborhood had just finished when we moved in a decade ago. The cookie-cutter homes all looked the same – houses painted with a repetitive palette of bland colors, a scattering of barely mature trees dotting the front yards. I waved goodbye to my two friends, Angie and Emma, as I got off the bus, knowing that I'd be seeing them again in a few hours. Angie was three blocks down from my house. Emma was on the opposite side of the sprawling neighborhood, about a half-mile away. We'd put a lot of miles on our bikes once our parents had decided that we were old enough to make the trek back and forth between our houses unsupervised. Emma's parents were going out for the evening, so she would be hitching a ride with us to the game this evening. My stomach felt uncomfortably full after downing so much water so quickly. I belched. "Well, excuse you," my older sister called out from the living room, where she was reading a book on the couch. I probably should have taken it a bit slower, sipping on the water over the course of a few minutes rather than trying to chug it down all at once. But I couldn't help myself sometimes. I was very much an all-or-nothing type of person, and I wasn't going to allow myself to waver the slightest bit in my commitment to finally wetting the bed tonight. Grace always arrived home from high school before the bus dropped me off. In a few minutes, she would walk to the end of the block to pick up Jackson when he was dropped off from elementary school. It was nice to have some freedom between the time I got dropped off by the school bus and the time when my parents returned home from work. Yes, Grace was left in charge, but my older sister was more focused on making sure Jackson wasn't getting into trouble than worrying about me. The most she would ever do would be to remind me to do my homework, which was better than getting a lecture from my parents for not having gotten started on it before dinner. I set the empty glass on the counter next to the sink and retreated to my bedroom. I should have been starting on my homework. Any assignments from school were supposed to be done before I could have any time to myself, but I had no desire to even try to begin working on the Algebra sheet that I had been sent home with. I shut the door behind me as I entered the bedroom. Grace knew better than to barge in on me. We had a well-established quid pro quo about staying out of each other's rooms. I knew she wasn't going to barge in on me announced. Jackson, on the other hand, had about as much respect for boundaries as one would expect from a six-year-old boy, which is to say that he really didn't have that many. I had to be a lot more careful when he was around. My bed had a set of dressers underneath it, most of which I used for storing various odds and ends. My clothes went into my regular dresser and closet. Buried beneath a pile of old books and notebooks in the bottom middle drawer under my bed were some of my most treasured possessions. I had three copies of Reader's Digest. After the first time I had come across the ad for the nighttime pull-ups on it, I browsed through all the magazines my mom hadn't managed to throw out yet. A few had the same ad, so I didn't bother keeping them, but I did get lucky enough to find one with a different ad. Then, for the following year, I kept a close watch on the new magazines that were arriving in the mail. Mom thought it was nice that I was doing so much reading. But I was just carefully scanning all the ads, hoping to get another glimpse of the object that had been the focus of all my desires for the past couple of years. A couple of months later, I was in luck. There was a new ad in the magazine, one that noted an upgraded absorbency for the pull-ups. I waited a couple of weeks to be sure that Mom was finished reading the magazine before squirreling it away at the bottom of my dresser drawer. There was a reason that I maintained this paper collection. My dad was an IT network administrator. The very first lesson I got from him about the internet was that absolutely nothing that happened on it was truly secret. Yes, there were layers of secrecy you could hide behind, but if someone was looking and knew what they were doing, they could find it out. The next lesson was never to talk with adults or strangers online. And the third was never to put my personal information where people could easily access it. I don't think he had intended it to be a veiled threat that I should be careful about what I was doing on the internet, but I had taken the message in that direction anyway. It had taken all of my self-control to not Google the name of the pull-up brand that I had seen in Reader's Digest a year ago. The ad even had a website listed for the product. I knew there had to be better pictures on there. I wanted to look at it so badly, but there would be no good explanation of why I had visited that website. My smartphone, which I had gotten as a gift at the start of middle school a couple of years ago, had come with a parental control app on it. My mom had been reluctant to have me get a phone in the first place. My older sister had been made to wait until the start of high school. Grace had been a bit salty at how I had been allowed to get a phone a lot earlier than her, though her attitude changed when she realized Mom and Dad were going to be monitoring it. I didn't like having the parenting software on my phone, but it was the compromise Dad had reached with Mom, which had been the only way she would have agreed to let me have a phone before high school. My sister – set to graduate high school in two weeks – had a lot more freedom with how she used her electronics. Maybe I could convince Mom and Dad to let off the restraints some when I started high school. I pulled out the most recent magazine from the drawer and flipped it open to a dogeared page marking the most recent pull-up advertisement. If Mom hadn't been aware that these pull-ups were a thing when my older sister had been a bedwetter, she surely was aware of it now. I knew for a fact that she read these magazines cover to cover. I wondered. How many nights in a row would I need to wet the bed before she was to go and purchase the pull-ups for me? Knock. Knock. Someone was tapping on my bedroom door. "Anybody home?" Grace called out, knocking again. I hastily pulled back the sheets on my bed slightly, tossed the magazine under them, and pulled the sheets back on top. It really wasn't unnecessary. Reading a magazine shouldn't be suspicious in any way, but I nonetheless felt compelled to hide it, as if having it in view when Grace opened the door would somehow give me away. I rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to play along with whatever stupid knock-knock joke Grace was trying to make. "Just come in," I yelled back. Graced opened the door just a couple inches, enough for her to stare at me through the hallway. There was no mistaking us for sisters. As I could tell from family photos, I was a spitting image of her when she was my age, from our red hair to green eyes to the expressions we made on our faces. "I'm walking over to wait for Jackson. Why don't you get started on your homework?" She didn't even wait for a reply; she just turned right around and headed back down the hallway. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her, probably because she expected that I'd be leaving my bedroom to get started on homework right away. I knew better than to be annoyed at her. If not for the reminder, I probably would have completely forgotten about my homework. My parents knew me too well. I was not allowed to do homework in the bedroom, especially not with the door shut. That my parents had good reasons for that decree didn't mean that I liked the rule. <><><> The homework sheet sat in front of me. I'd been seated at the kitchen table for ten minutes and hadn't yet written anything down with my pencil. Next to the paper was a glass of water – I'd only filled it halfway up this time – that I was periodically sipping once a minute. The water was not helping me concentrate. Each time I took another sip of water, all I could think of was what I was going to be doing tonight. I didn't need to pee yet. That I had a strong bladder was probably one of the reasons I hadn't taken after my sister's bedwetting. I heard the sound of the front door opening in the distance, followed by the sound of running feet and my sister's voice calling out after them. "Hey! You! Get back here. No shoes in the house." Jackson raced down the hallway, past the kitchen, and into the family room. Watching TV was his typical routine when he came home from school. Grace followed after him, an irritated look on her face as she went to get him to take off his shoes. I wished that I could say that the arrival of my siblings had interrupted my train of thought, but there hadn't even been one to begin with as I stared back down at the sheet of homework yet again. I tried to think back to what Mr. Thompson had been saying about how to start the process of solving these equations, but I had been far too distracted earlier this afternoon in class. I was so going to fail my math class next year. I was not looking forward to the start of high school. All my teachers kept stressing how our grades would actually really matter starting then. It felt like grades mattered plenty already, with how my parents reacted to my report cards at the end of each semester. But if getting my report card was what I would need to endure in order to begin my summer break, then that would be a fair tradeoff. There was the pitter-patter of running feet again, but this time, it wasn't quite as loud. Jackson sprinted past on his way to the front door. This time, his sneakers were in his hands rather than his feet. Grace came into the kitchen to get a snack for my brother. She stopped to peer over my shoulder. "Algebra, already?" She sounded a bit incredulous. "I don't think I started for you until next year." I explained how Mr. Thompson had been so evil as to have us working ahead, all in the name of having us ready for next year. "That's nonsense," Grace said. "Like anyone in your class is going to remember that after summer break." She went and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with some trail mix that she carried over to Jackson. I wasn't hungry, but I realized it might be a good idea. Something salty to eat would help make me thirty enough to continue drinking more water. Or maybe I just wanted an excuse to procrastinate more on my homework. I was sorely tempted just to make up some numbers on the assignment. It wasn't like it would count for much, and I probably wasn't going to get that good of a grade in my math class, anyway. I found myself staring up at the wall while I munched on the salty snack, leaving my homework sheet ignored on the table. How long was it going to take for this plan to be successful? Would I have pull-ups by tomorrow night? That wasn't likely. I couldn't imagine a one-off event leading to that purchase. Two nights in a row? Maybe. But it was more likely than not that I was going to need to keep this up for a while. I was pretty sure I could keep my bedwetting secret from Jackson. He wasn't observant enough to notice anything that didn't directly impact him. And there was no way Mom and Dad would be telling him about my accidents. They hadn't even told me about my sister's bedwetting until that one time I had accidentally stumbled across her secret. There would be trouble if Jackson did find out. Sure. Mom and Dad would tell him not to say anything, but I couldn't trust him not to accidentally let it slip when my friends were around. Grace, on the other hand, was probably too observant. There would be a lot of laundry needing to be done before the pull-ups were purchased, and even if she didn't notice on the first night, she was bound to catch on. But I felt I could count on her discretion, given that she would know all too well what it was like to be dealing with that issue. We had actually never had a conversation before about her bedwetting. I had never been bold enough to bring it up with her. And it was one of those random topics that never had a natural chance to be asked about. She would have been sure to wonder why I was interested in it all of a sudden. "You're looking a little lost there." I snapped out of my daydream. Grace was standing next to the kitchen table again. "I'm fine," I lied. "I, um, I'm just working it out in my head." Grace stared down at the empty worksheet. "You don't know what you're doing, do you?" I sighed. "Not one bit." Grace pulled up a chair and sat down next to me. Her voice switched to an awful, gravelly Italian accent. "I can do that homework for you, but someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me." I stared at her blankly. What kind of drugs was my older sister on? Grace sighed and rolled her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. "The best movie quotes are wasted on the young." That still didn't make a lick of sense. "Look, I'll give you the answers," Grace said. "That wasn't fair to give you this hard of an assignment. It's nearly summer. It's time to relax, but there might be something I'll need you to help me out with later." "What's that?" I asked. "Don't know yet. But if there is, you need to do it for me, OK?" I looked at her a little suspiciously. Grace wasn't one to play pranks on me. At least, not on any day other than the first of April. But the fact that she wasn't willing or able to tell me was slightly ominous. On the other hand... I looked back down at all the still unanswered questions. It would be nice to get an "A+" for once. I reached to hand Grace the pencil, but she waved my hand away. "Oh no. You still need to write the answers down. Has to look like you actually did it." Further proof that Grace was the smart sister. She had a valid point. My handwriting was like chicken scratch compared to her elegant calligraphy. Grace walked me through each of the half-dozen Algebra questions. She didn't just spit out an answer for me right away, even though it was clear that this assignment was as easy for her as it would be for me to go back to doing my third-grade math homework. "Let me see your nails," Grace said. I held out my hand. She placed hers next to mine. The difference was night and day. The edges of my nails were rough and uneven, a result of how I often picked at them mindlessly during my classes or other times when I was bored. Her's were perfectly manicured, colored with lavender nail polish. "You need to stop picking at them like that," Grace said, taking a close look at my fingers. Embarrassed, I pulled my hand away from hers. "I can't help it," I muttered. Ten minutes later, we were all done. I couldn't wait to see the look on Mr. Thompson's face when he would have to hand the assignment back to me with an A+ written on it. "Thanks! You're the best," I said, as Grace got up from the table. I gave my sister a hug. "Not a problem," Grace said. "Just don't forget your side of the deal." All the water I had drunk was beginning to have its desired result. I made it to the bathroom with plenty of time to spare. I sat and peed for what felt like forever. I remembered reading something about how the color of your urine could determine if you were hydrated enough. Mine was practically clear from how much I'd had to drink. I wished more than anything that I was peeing into one of those pull-ups instead. I tried so hard to imagine what it would feel like. None of my attempts at makeshift diapers had ever been remotely successful, so I was left to ponder what that experience would be like. I hopefully wouldn't have to wonder about it for much longer. As long as I continued to drink up through my soccer game and the rest of the evening, I would be fully prepared to wet the bed tonight. Now I just needed to figure out what Grace wanted from me in exchange for doing my homework. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

Sam wakes up the next day and has to make a difficult decision regarding the activities ahead. --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam awoke to a hand prodding her diaper. Her eyes flew open as she saw Nina standing over her with a massive smile on her face. She felt frozen, all her muscles seemed to want to disobey her as she tried to move. “Aww, did the little baby go tinkles?” Nina asked in a syrupy baby voice. “Mmm… MMM!” Sam tried to respond but there was a pacifier between her lips. She tried to spit it out but it seemed like the mouth guard was stuck to her. Nina reached over the side of the crib. She seemed even bigger than usual to Sam who felt confused and as to what was happening. Nina’s large hands came down and picked Sam up off the mattress. As the covers slipped off her little body she found she was wearing a pink onesie that seemed to have materialised out of nowhere! “What a pretty little girl.” Nina said as she gently tickle Sam’s tummy, “Are you ready for nursery?” Sam wanted to ask what her friend was doing and where these clothes had come from but all she could do was babble around the pacifier. Nina cradled her in her arms and walked towards the bedroom door. Sam didn’t want her other friends to see her like this and she tried desperately to scramble away but her limbs seemed limited in what they could achieve. The door opened and Sam gasped. Instead of the living room of the lodge there was a vast lecture hall with all the seats filled. Nina’s footsteps on the floor echoed in the silent room as Sam was carried in. The little girl couldn’t even cover her humiliated face as she saw everyone watching her including, in the front row, Chrissy and Amy. “Ah, right on time.” An older male professor said as Nina carried Sam over to the front of the room, “Nina, would you kindly take it from here?” Sam was placed on a small padded table. She had no idea where it had come from but she was trembling from everything. She tried begging Nina to stop and take her out but her useless babble provoked no reaction at all. Her onesie was lifted up as she heard people taking notes. She shook her head and closed her eyes as tightly as she humanly good as she tried to cry out for help… --- “Sam! Sam! Wake up!” Sam suddenly came back to consciousness with a crash. She was panting, sweaty and laying on her front with her head in the corner between her pillows and the wall and her legs open and facing the room. Her cover had been cast to the side. It took her a few long seconds to realise she’d been having a nightmare. “Sam! Are you OK?” It was Nina standing by the crib in her dressing gown. Sam looked over shoulder. In her dream Nina had been gleefully treating her like a baby but she looked very concerned now. Sam belatedly realised she was showing her soaked diaper to her friend. Just another embarrassing encounter, one of an increasing number that Sam was having to deal with. “I think you were having a nightmare.” Nina said as Sam turned over and sat up. She noticed that a lot of the diaper’s warmth had gone but it was still very swollen almost like a pillow underneath her butt, “A bad one.” Sam nodded. She pulled her cover over and did her best to give herself some modesty. She knew Nina had already seen everything though. Nina hung around the side of the crib awkwardly as Sam tried to shake the cobwebs away from her mind. She felt like she had adrenaline coursing through her and she was still very unsettled. “Sorry.” Sam said, “I didn’t mean to worry you.” “It’s absolutely fine!” Nina replied quickly, “I was just about to step into the shower when I heard you calling out. Did you want to talk about it?” “No.” Sam said shortly. The last thing she wanted was to discuss that particular nightmare. “OK, well, do you want to come out of the crib?” Nina asked. She was already reaching over the edge anticipating the answer. Sam lifted her arms without thinking making it easier for her friend to grab her and lift her up. She hung limply in Nina’s hands as she was lifted over the rails but instead of being put straight down Nina held Sam up in front of her. She was looking at the very wet diaper with the clearly changed wetness indicator. Sam was going red in the face and loudly cleared her throat. “Sorry!” Nina quickly said as she put Sam down. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice when waking me up…” Sam muttered. “I did… Well, I didn’t… I mean…” Nina paused to collect her thoughts, “I saw that you’d put it on but I didn’t realise you’d… well, you know…” Sam thought about snapping back that if she had put it on it would only be for one reason but she held back. She couldn’t blame Nina for being weird when the situation was so strange in itself. She’d always been closest to Nina, it was no doubt difficult for her to believe what she was seeing at times. “I’ll go have that shower then.” Nina said as she picked up the towel she had draped over the end of her bed. Sam nodded. She tried not to walk about too much. She knew she looked like a baby, she didn’t need to start waddling around to reinforce that fact. She waited until Nina had closed the bathroom door and the sound of the shower started. It was only then that Sam wished she’d gone for a shower first, she felt a little gross in the wet diaper. Sam pulled at the tapes on the diaper and winced when they loudly came away from the front of the disposable. She hoped her other friends weren’t near the door, it definitely sounded loud enough to Sam to carry through to the main living area. “Damn it…” Sam exclaimed as she pulled the last tape away. The diaper dropped to the floor with a loud thump. Unlike the dry diaper she had taken off that had been very light and curled up a bit, this one was heavy and it laid on the floor completely open. The smell of urine quickly started to spread and Sam looked down to see the clearly yellowed padding. She quickly folded the diaper closed and used the tapes to stop it opening again. The smell of urine seemed to linger and Sam felt acutely embarrassed. She quickly put on some loose pants and a shirt. Strangely, there was no trash can in the bedroom. The one in the bathroom was now inaccessible so Sam’s only real option was the kitchen since she didn’t want to hang around with the used diaper any longer than she had to. Sam opened the bedroom door and could immediately hear that Chrissy and Amy were already awake and having breakfast. She closed the door again. She didn’t want to walk past them with the clearly wet diaper. They didn’t know she’d been having problems after all. Instead, she put the diaper down just under the corner of the crib so that she could deal with it later. “Morning.” Chrissy called out as Sam finally emerged from her bedroom, “Sleep well?” “Yeah.” Sam lied with a smile. “That’s good. You’ll need all your energy today.” Chrissy replied. She started pouring Sam a bowl of cereal as Sam climbed up on to one of the chairs. “Oh?” Sam asked. “Today’s the day we get the bikes we rented and cycle out into the wilderness.” Chrissy raised her eyebrows. It was clear that this less exciting activity wasn’t her choice. “It’s going to be great!” Amy gushed, “I’ve got a guidebook that says there are all sorts of rare wildlife in the area. I spoke to someone yesterday who told me where our best chance of seeing stuff is. I even got sheets for all of us to tick off when we see the animals!” Sam smiled at Amy’s enthusiasm but she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t very nervous. After the last couple of days a long bike ride where there wouldn’t be any facilities nearby was concerning. Sam’s bladder was small and that caused problems at the best of times. She knew she could just go into the trees to pee but she was still nervous. She didn’t want to be the reason the group had to keep stopping. At least it would be just the four of them. Sam ate her breakfast quietly. When Chrissy came out of the bedroom she soon took her place and took a shower. On her way through the bedroom she picked up the used diaper and dropped it in the bathroom trash. As Sam stood in the warm water she wondered what she should do. It certainly seemed like they were going to be going on a long ride and Sam’s last few accidents had left her feeling very anxious about what might happen. As Sam was drying off she happened to glance at the trash can and the diaper sitting in it. She felt like her answer might be right there. The diaper had successfully held her accident during the night, it stood to reason it could do the same during the day. It just meant she would be choosing to wear one which felt like a major thing. When Sam walked back into the bedroom she started gathering her clothes for the day. She pulled out a pair of panties and sighed. With resignation she dropped them and went to Nina’s bed where the open packet of diapers was waiting. She pulled one out and looked at it. It still felt like a big thing for Sam. The diaper she wore during the previous day hadn’t been a choice and the diaper she wore the previous night was for a practical reason. She supposed wearing one now would serve the same purpose but it felt different. Sam laid the diaper on Nina’s mattress and then scrambled up on to it. Sam found it a lot easier to position the diaper with all the light coming through the windows. She reached down and pulled it up between her legs. The tapes came close to touching each other as she closed it up. The fit was a lot better than her attempt the previous night. She sat up with the accompanying chorus of crinkles and then slid off the edge of the bed. She wasted no time in getting dressed in the baggiest pants and shirt she had. Anything to give her half a chance of keeping the diaper a secret. She already knew she couldn’t do it though, the crinkling may have sounded louder to her thanks to the paranoia but she was still certain it would be audible to anyone close to her. Looking in the mirror Sam was disheartened to see her pants were still bulging from the padding underneath them. She sighed and had the urge to take the diaper off. After the last few days though she just needed to have a normal day. The diaper made it less than perfect but if it meant she could go on the bike ride with her friends and come home again without being humiliated then it was a sacrifice she would make. “Sam?” Amy called through the closed door, “Are you nearly ready? We need to go pick up our bikes,” “Just a minute!” Sam replied. With one last deep breath as she looked at her reflection she turned and walked towards the door. To be more accurate she waddled. Hopefully the waddle was more pronounced in her brain than it actually was in real life. She had one last wobble where she nearly turned around and ripped the diaper off before reaching up and opening the bedroom door. As Sam walked back out into the living room she could immediately tell that her pronounced waddle wasn’t all in her head. All eyes swivelled to her as she waddled out nervously. It was hard to tell who was the most surprised. Sam went across to her shoes by the door and picked them up, when she turned back around she saw that the others were still watching her in shock. “Look…” Sam started as she felt she needed to explain. “Are you wearing a diaper!?” Chrissy immediately asked. Sam blushed deeply. Hearing Chrissy’s tone of voice and just having it said out loud seemed to really make this real. She slowly nodded her head as her cheeks blazed. Nina seemed to have snapped out of her shock a little as she moved to the side of the couch making room for Sam to sit down as well. This had been a foolish idea. Maybe once Sam could’ve worn a diaper without her friends thinking any less of her but it was getting to be a habit. “But… why?” Amy asked, “And where did you get them?” “Guys, I don’t think we need to give Sam the third degree.” Nina said. “I’m sorry.” Chrissy shook her head and looked genuinely apologetic, “I just didn’t expect it. Not after yesterday.” “I… just think I should play it safe.” Sam said with a shrug, “After yesterday I think this is a good idea.” “It was just a one-off though.” Amy said sympathetically, “Everyone has accidents sometimes. Remember when Chrissy had too much to drink at your birthday party?” “Hey!” Chrissy exclaimed, “I just had a few too many that night…” “It’s OK.” Sam’s mouth twitched into a smile, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” Chrissy shrugged as she went back to getting ready whilst Amy seemed to hang around nervously. It didn’t seem like she really knew what to do with herself or even where to look. The only one who was acting remotely normal was Nina who was checking her phone. Sam assumed there wouldn’t be much reception once they were underway. “Are you sure it’s alright?” Nina asked once the others had moved away to pack some lunches in the kitchen. Nina obviously had more information than the other two. The others knew Sam had wet herself and been put into a diaper by a member of staff but Nina knew the rest of what had happened. She knew about the wet bed and how Sam had slept the previous night, she knew how deeply uncomfortable Sam felt about being viewed as anything but the most mature person in the room. “I’m fine.” Sam said again, “It’s just a precaution.” “OK, I just don’t want you to feel like you need to use them.” Nina said. She was clearly still kicking herself for buying them without Sam knowing in the first place. “I’m not saying I’m in love with the damn things.” Sam replied, “But I’m ready to admit they have their uses. I just wish everyone would stop making such a big deal about them.” “Sorry.” Nina replied. “And I wish you would stop apologising!” Sam said half-jokingly, “We’re going to have a great day. I’m sure once we get going everyone will concentrate on the ride and no one will think twice about me. Besides, according to Amy we’re very unlikely to see anyone else on this trip.” “That’s true.” Nina nodded, “Well, as long as you’re sure. You know I’ll support you in anything.” Sam felt a fluttering in her heart at the words. A strange feeling that she hadn’t felt before. A part of her just wanted to leap at Nina and wrap her arms around as much of her as was possible. To pull her down by the collar and get close to those lip. To… As Nina stood up and walked away Sam remained frozen to the spot. What was she thinking!? Nina was her friend! Sam had never felt those feelings yet alone started feeling an urge to get close to another woman like that. She knew Nina was bisexual but she herself hadn’t really thought about that sort of stuff much at all. If anything Sam had assumed she was asexual from how little she thought about it. Her face was burning up. It was just because Nina had been helping her a bunch, Sam told herself, that was all. She swallowed nervously and tried to shake any thoughts about the unwanted fantasy that had briefly invaded her consciousness. “Sam? Are you ready?” Nina asked as she picked up her backpack. Sam quickly nodded and jumped down from the couch. As she took a couple of steps Nina seemed to be thinking about something. She muttered to just give her a minute and went into the bedroom, she came out a minute later looking slightly nervous but smiling. “Come on, girls.” Chrissy said, “Let’s go get our bikes.” --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/bf42c623-64f4-4aee-97bf-35aa9298c536 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1175535

Chapter Twenty Nine John sat with Kate on the couch not moving or saying anything while Aunt Cat helped Amanda. The door to the bathroom was still open, and Agent Praefectus was standing just inside the the storm door. After only a couple of minutes they could hear the clicking of Xerxes nails on floor coming out of the bathroom, and Aunt Cat walked around the couch with a hair dryer and two towels. “Okay!” she declared “Johns Mommy is going to take a much needed shower and she needs a few minutes of quiet time. And I know two littles that are about to dry a dog! Doesn’t that sound exciting!” They both stared at her in disbelief for a moment. As it became obvious that she was quite serious, she walked to the wall by the window and plugged the cord of the hair dryer. She turned to the two littles on the couch and asked “Okay! Who wants to use the hair dryer while the other uses the towels?” John saw Kate flex briefly and then SPRING off of the couch holding up her hand “I’ve got the hair dryer, he has to use the towels!” Staring indignantly for a moment, John slid off the couch and grabbed a towel. He watched Kate grab the hair dryer with both hands and get it up onto her thigh. Aunt Cat lead Xerxes over and once Kate got the hair dryer turned on, the dog sat down and tried biting the air coming at his face. Aunt Cat immediately walked over to talk to Agent Praefectus and then he realized the genius of he plan. This way the two littles wouldn’t be able to hear what the ‘grown ups’ were talking about over the hair dryer. He was both frustrated about being excluded, and impressed at how subtle they were. With a deep breath, he grabbed a towel and spent a couple of minutes trying to scrub the dog, before just throwing one end over the dogs torso and grabbing both ends and pulling one and then the other, back and forth with all of his weight. They worked together, with Kate drying the dog’s legs and belly, and John struggling to get the top part. Every so often John would look over and he caught Aunt Cat and the ABI guy talking and writing things down. After some time he was gone, and Aunt Cat was carrying some blankets from the couch into the laundry room. Their job of drying the dog was going along very well. Until the dog rolled onto his back, pulling John on top of him by the towel he was holding. Face first into wet fur. John stood back up and looked indignant. Kate aimed the hair dryer at him, leaving him sputtering and flailing. Eventually they finished their task, and then John and Kate spent a moment laying on top of the dog, admiring how he smelt amazing and was soft like an excited squirmy cloud that kept trying to roll around on the floor. They both stopped climbing the dog as the bathroom door opened. All eyes were on Amanda as she came out. John could immediately see on her face that she wasn’t as stressed, but she looked drained. Clearly she has managed to de-stress a bit, but the days events had taken their toll. Abandoning anything else, John waddled around the couch and held up his arms to offer a hug. She leaned down and scooped him up into a hug and he was lifted into his usual spot high on her chest with his cheek against hers. Her cheek felt puffy against the side of his face. She’d been crying. So he turned his head and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He couldn’t do much, and he knew he could never have run out into the rain here to save someones life like she had just done. But trying to comfort her was what he could do. Deep in his chest he still didn’t like feeling in any way like a toddler. But for just this moment he was willing to comfort her in what ways that he had the power to. Besides, that little kiss on the cheek made her smile warmly. And right now that smile was worth a lot. He propped his head onto her shoulder and heard her whisper quietly into his ear “You don’t have to behave any way that you don’t want to. But thank you so very much. It’s past your bedtime, but would you like a cuddle?” Nodding into her neck a bit, he was rewarded with a pat on his booty. Then he felt himself being carried. But instead of turning around the couch, he felt himself being carried in a straight line and then saw the door frame and the taupe walls of his room. As he was pivoted down onto the changing table he said quietly “Hey wait. Betrayal.” and then out loud “Betrayal!” as the foam bars just flopped over his chest. “I am betrayed. Rupert, you must avenge me.” He could see her rolling her eyes and it was obvious that she wanted to laugh. “John, you know it’s bedtime.” He nodded. She continued “We don’t want any repeats of the other morning?” He shook his head vehemently. The memory of stains on her shirt from carrying him still haunting his memory. And finally she sighed “So you’re just being a goofy dork?” He held his left hand in the air, one finger pointed at the ceiling and declared “Yes!” He was rewarded for his efforts by her laughing as she shook her head and saying “Well, you’re MY dork.” as she tugged his shorts off. He let his hands fall completely limp into the wrist straps. He tried to pay attention to what her hands were doing below him as she unsnapped his onesie bottom. He had secretly tried to undo the snaps while she wasn’t looking earlier today, but for the life of him couldn’t see how they were stuck together. They must twist or something. And then began the usual routine of getting him diapered for bed. Lifting, scrubbing, another application of whatever that ointment was from earlier, more scrubbing, and an extra coating of powder while she observed out loud “That rash is going to take a couple of days to heal.” When the change was finished, she sat him up and pulled the onesie up and over his head. After a moment she held up one of the baggy shirts of hers he had been wearing to bed, and a blue shirt in his own size with a puppy on it. Guessing her intent, he pointed at the blue shirt and was rewarded with the one he pointed at being pulled unto him. She picked him up and he was being carried in just a shirt and diaper back to the living room. “Wait!” he said as he squeezed her with his arms and legs. With a look of confusion, she stopped and asked “What?” “I’m … only half dressed.” he explained. She just shook her head “No shorts are going to fit over your diaper, and Kate is about to be dressed the exact same way for bed.” Just then Aunt Cat carried Kate right past them. Kate turned and stuck her tongue out at him as they passed. So he obviously stuck his tongue back out at her. That got him a light swat on the insanely thick diaper. With an amused sniff Amanda said “Come on, it looks like Aunt Cat put a blankie on the rocking chair for us.” Moments later he was cradled to her chest with a warm fluffy comforter over the two of them. He had a view of his door as Aunt Cat and Kate came out. Kate was in a diaper identical to his, and the shirt that he had passed on. Did it look that huge on him, too? He was smaller than her, it might look even bigger. As Aunt Cat got settled in on the couch, and wrapped Kate in a blanket, Amanda asked “Hey, can you toss me his stuffie?” Aunt Cat immediately got up saying “That’s right, I almost forgot to get Kate's stuffy out.” She didn’t even bother to put Kate down, just carried her swaddled up in the blanket and held to her chest. A big stuffie was deposited against his chest and John happily wrapped his arms around it. Looking over, he could see them settling back on the couch, this time with Kate clinging onto a distorted mass of cloud. Squinting at it, he could just make out a button nose and the general shape of … a Llama? Kate held up the unfathomably fluffy looking Llama stuffie and said “Duchess” So with a chuckle John held up his black puppy and said “Rupert.” He could see Kate smirk as she amended “Duchess Fluffy. She’s royalty.” Not to let sleeping stuffies lay, he looked at Rupert and back to Kate “Admiral Rupert.” And it continued on with “Duchess Fluffy, of Llamington.” He had to take a moment to yawn as the warmth from Amanda and the blanket fresh from the dryer started to seep into him. After a yawn break he continued the competition “Admiral Rupert Barkley, Of the Isle of Ruff." He had to look to see why she was quiet and he saw her yawning too. She complained “Stop yawning, you’re making me and *yawn* Duchess …” Aunt Cat ended the competition by putting a fingertip to Kate's lips and said “Shhh, it’s time to nurse and get some sleep.” He could hear Kate giving up on the couch and saying “Yes Mommy.” Then he was shuffled around so that he was facing away from the couch and rocked back and forth slowly. Whispering from above him, Amanda asked “Are you ready to nurse, too?” He just shook his head and asked “Can we cuddle for a bit?” “Of course we can, sweetheart.” and the rocking motion continued and they enjoyed a quiet moment together, wrapped up in a warm blanket. John simply laid there taking the moment to think. He really didn’t want to be treated like a baby. But if he truly did get himself trapped here, he figured he could at least enjoy the snuggles. He couldn’t help replaying the events from this afternoon in his mind. Amanda immediately taking Xerxes and running off into the rain to save a life. She didn’t hesitate or second guess at all. She just went to it. And Aunt Cat had driven out here in the rain, so that had to have happened on purpose. And then Aunt Cat tried to keep them calm with some hot chocolate. When that had failed, she tried getting them to sing. He and Kate had agreed to color to get her to stop trying so hard, but even then they insisted on sitting on the living room floor so that they would be there when Amanda came back. He and Kate tried all sorts of guessed about why another little would have come through the rift like he did. The best guess they could come up with was that there was a rescue party searching for him, assuming he was lost in the woods. Or dead. Probably both. And his new adopted Mother, apparently, was brave. She had saved someone that may have been searching for him. And been crying because she hadn’t found them awake. “Hey.” he whispered up. “Yes, Sweety?” He couldn’t even stop himself from saying “Thank you.” He felt a kiss on his forehead. “For what?” When another break for a yawn passed he explained “For being you. You’re a pretty awesome Mom. I didn't set out to come to this world. But if I had to pick any one in this world, it would be you every time.” He felt arms around him squeezing him gently. Finally after a few minutes he shifted his head against her breast and she winced. As a shirt was pulled up, and a bra strap unslung behind him he heard “Okay, it’s time. They’re tender.” And then he found himself in front of a nipple and he knew what was expected of him. This was not how he expected to be interacting with nipples at this point in his life, to say the least. But at least it was delicious. ~~~~~~~~~~ John woke up because something next to him moved. He could feel something over his belly. He looked down to see an arm the same size as his own. Milk addled as his brain was, he barely registered it. He was falling back asleep, but he stretched a bit and moved his arm around until someones head was on his shoulder instead of cutting off circulation to his arm. It was odd, he could feel two legs wrapped around one of his own, and it felt like a warm pillow was pressed against his hip. With another yawn he tried to roll over, but couldn’t as he slid back into the sleepy abyss.

That's a good suggestion. I think I will develop a habit of both urethral sounding and intermittent catheterization. It would be truly amazing to prevent a stricture this way, and I think worth the effort. Very good point about the skin, too. Confirmed: catheter will come out early tomorrow.

Part 23 Rather than taking Paige’s approach of pulling one thing at a time out of the bag containing my undergarments, Annika simply turned it upside down and dumped all the contents out. All my underwear and remaining bras, now piled on the blonde’s lap, and a little bit on my sister’s as well. It’s not like the organization–or lack thereof–would have been any better inside the small bag itself, but actually seeing it was easily worse. I put a lot of work into keeping my room neat and tidy, including every drawer, and this was the complete opposite. Not to mention the fact that every girl here was getting to see my entire collection, something that had been previously private to me and those who I chose to share it with. After reaching in and making sure to get the last few pieces that gravity hadn’t taken care of, Annika set the bag down next to her and started filling it back up with anything that didn’t match one of the bras that Paige and I had cut up. Anything that wasn’t black, white, red, or blue was put back away. At least Annika wasn’t making a show of displaying every garment to the other girls along the way, although I still didn’t love the fact that another girl was handling my underwear. Although it was more that she was one of Paige’s friends; I wouldn’t have cared if one of my own friends was helping me pack or something and going through my things in that regard. As she worked, Violet took the scissors from me and passed them back down the line until Paige was holding them again. “Hmm, that should do it,” Annika said. She selected a dark blue thong from the underwear that remained piled up on her lap, and wasted no time in taking the blades from my sister. This time around, she did aim for a little more bravado. Annika dangled the thong from her fingertips, letting everyone get a good look at it for a few seconds. “Annika, wait!” I exclaimed. It wasn’t that I was having second thoughts about all this. Bras were way more expensive than underwear, and the damage had already been done to the former. I could suffer through losing a few pairs of the latter, especially when they no longer had anything to match to. However, the sky blue lace boyshorts that matched the most recent bra I had cut up were still sitting amidst the small collection in front of Annika; I could see the familiar fabric peeking out near her lower thigh. So why was she about to destroy my blue thong? “Miley, hush,” Violet said, “A bet’s a bet.” “That’s not the right pair,” I pointed out. Suffering in silence was one thing when it was what I had actually begrudgingly signed up for by making such a terrible wager, but this hadn’t been part of it. Also, underwear hadn’t even been part of the bet! Paige had just twisted ‘one bra’ into ‘three bras and matching underwear,’ and I had once again gone along with it out of desperation. My favorite bra, and my driver’s license. Those were what I wanted, and it was a little embarrassing how much I was sacrificing for the things that were already supposed to be mine. Before anyone could say anything else, Annika opened the scissors all the way and cut all the way through the thong. I gasped in both shock and disbelief. She did not just do that. “Annika!!” “Miley.” Her voice was totally flat in contrast. “You lost, remember? And Violet told you to shush.” “But-” “One more word out of you, and I’m going to add another bra or five to the pile.” Did I even have five left? Not counting sports bras, which didn’t look like they had been included in the bag Paige and whoever else had filled, I only had so many everyday use ones. In fact, there might have been exactly five left. Was she threatening to ruin all my bras, rather than exaggerating with a random number? It would have been easy enough for them to get a count before starting all this, especially since it seemed like Paige had thought of this bet before I had joined them, and prepped for it. Why else would my lingerie be stashed so close? I hated how simple yet effective Annika’s threat was. Trying to defend my underwear had resulted in the exact opposite of what I had intended; just like that, there was even more on the line than there was before. And my abrupt silence was obvious proof that I wasn’t willing to push my luck by calling out how none of this made sense. Annika broke character pretty quickly; her serious expression faded, and she gave a tiny smirk towards my compliance. “That’s what I thought. If only you were better behaved in general, Miley. Now, what was it you politely asked us to do with your matching underwear? Paige?” “She asked us to cut them up,” Paige said. “Exactly,” Annika continued. She lifted a plain pair of black panties next, which were very much not the other half to the lace set of the bra I had cut up with my own hands. Once again, she wasted no time in cutting through them. “Last time I checked, black matches black. And a lighter bra can be so cute with darker underwear. Just to be safe, I’m going to have to cut up all the colors that you did, Miley.” Violet giggled from right next to me. “Good idea! Besides, she’s a little too young to be wearing thongs anyway.” “SO true!” Paige grinned. She reached across Annika and grabbed the bag of lingerie. “Let’s get rid of those, too. It’s not like my sister has much of an ass, anyway.” Wait, this wasn’t part of the deal either!! I was already wrestling with the concept that Annika was planning on destroying a lot more than I had counted on. While I didn’t own that many blues and reds, there were a variety of blacks and whites currently on the chopping block. But all my thongs? I was used to snide remarks about my size when it came to Paige. However, I was very much not prepared for this kind of audacity. Reading my mind a bit, or perhaps just guessing based on my body language, Violet turned towards me with a quiet, “Shh . . . ” In an increasingly familiar gesture, she pulled me in a little more tightly by our linked arms. She lowered her voice, although that didn’t guarantee that her words were just for me. “It’s okay, Miley. We brought you new underwear, remember?” Right. ‘New.’ I was pretty sure Paige’s friends had individually raided their old closets before coming over, rather than buying me anything from the store on the way. And the panties in my drawer upstairs weren’t just immature; they were boring. Even when I was Miley’s age, I didn’t just have a collection of plain, white panties. And I had long outgrown the girly pinks and purples that were up there as well. As Violet’s words sunk in, it dawned on me just how much of a gullible idiot I had been. Had that been their plan all along?! Manipulate things to the point where they had an excuse to get rid of all my undergarments, so I would be stuck with the hand-me-downs that were up in my bedroom? By the time Paige and Annika were done with the ‘matching’ underwear and the thongs, at least half my collection would be gone. I was tempted to squirm out of Violet’s grip and demand for all of this to stop. If I raised my voice enough, maybe Noelle would come down here and see what was going on. No, that was stupid. It would be so easy for Paige to stuff everything back in the bag the moment she heard footsteps upstairs. The bigger question was, how far was I going to let this go? Cutting my losses now would mean that I had come down here and done a lot of this to myself for nothing, but staying could potentially result in Paige systematically culling my lingerie collection until there was nothing left. “Oh no, Miley,” Paige said. Similar to the way Annika had been dangling the last few garments from her fingertips, my sister did the same thing with the dark green thong that matched the bra I had done so much to save. “What now? We already said that your thongs need to go . . . ” Somehow, I managed to bite my tongue. She was trying to goad a reaction out of me, or perhaps just a couple of words. Speaking up for myself would result in more of my bras being ruined, which was easily the more expensive punishment, but staying silent risked losing half my favorite lingerie set. Paige knew it, too. I would be screwed if I had done so much to hold onto the bra, only to find that the thong wasn’t currently available to purchase anywhere. Though Annika recently made the point about how things didn’t have to match exactly, something I was well aware of myself, I also knew that whatever else I could find to wear with the bra would pale in comparison to how it looked with the underwear that had literally been designed to go with it. “I suppose Annika could spare this one,” she mused, as if her friend was the one making such decisions, “If you give her a real apology.” It was Annika’s turn to grin, as she added on, “and admit that you don’t really have an ass.” “Or boobs,” Paige smirked. “Or hips, really,” Annika bounced off her, “Did she really try to tell her babysitter that she was eighteen?” “She’d be hard pressed to pull off ‘fifteen,’ especially with how immature she acts. But no, definitely not ‘eighteen.’ I think we all know which one of us is the bigger sister. What do you think, Miley? Apologize to Annika properly, and admit that you don’t have any curves? Or . . . ” Reading her mind, Annika emphatically snipped the air with the scissors, then held them up to the thong that Paige was holding up. This time, I couldn’t help it. “Don’t!” I protested. If I actually stopped to think about it, maybe I would consider that doing so much to protect a single set of lingerie wasn’t worth it. But the visual threat was too much, especially now that I had committed so far for the sake of the matching bra’s continued existence. While I knew that continuing to play Paige’s game was a terrible idea, I was also constantly being pressured to choose between two bad options. Between watching the duo cut up my favorite thong, or saying an apology that I didn’t really mean, it felt like a no brainer to go with the latter. “I’m sorry, Annika,” I mumbled. There still wasn’t a ton of feeling behind the words, but I tried a little harder than I had the previous time. “Sorry for what?” she asked, starting to bring the blades together. Reluctantly, I said, “For calling you a bitch . . . ” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Babysitter" (45+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

That would be the best outcome as far as I'm concerned. Everything feels the same and normal, but you can't stop peeing. That's what I really like about my stent. But of course the same result without the use of a stent would be a new level of excitement. Get ready for a pleasant surprise. If your incontinence turns out to be the same as I experience with the help of a stent, you will very quickly appreciate diapers in a completely different way. I'm still fascinated that you decided to become incontinent without long-term experience with simulated incontinence, let alone wearing diapers for long periods of time. Would you consider yourself a diaper lover or is your fascination more focused on incontinence, where wearing diapers is just a logical outcome? If the latter, would you mind sharing at what point in your life this fascination began?

I guess whether or not this product is likely to work pivots on your definition of the product’s design objective. If it was to replace catheters or adult diapers, then like @Little Sherri, I can’t see how it could reliably seal. I suppose a lossy partial vacuum might help but I can’t see that being great for skin integrity (or even more disturbingly, prolapse). I found the user constraint of +/- 30 degrees from (subject to the “diaper module” being re-calibrated to absolute horizontal of course) to be frankly hilarious: one of the funniest examples of attempting to document one’s way out of an egregious design shortcoming I’ve ever seen. Should we install a tilt sensor in Aunty Doris? If the design objective was to swiftly give a patient multiple pressure injuries in awkward areas it’s a winner. If the design objective was to give care staff the opportunity to practice their patient transfer skills more frequently in order to change bedding, it’s still a winner. If the design objective was to bind an institution to an endless treadmill of proprietary (and doubtless expensive) consumables, it’s an Olympic champion.

A little while later, Ted lay in his bed, pants at his ankles, basking in his self pleasure. He still couldn’t believe what he’d heard coming from his roommate’s bedroom. The situation had aroused him in a new way. Ted had never been very kinky, but there was something extremely sexy and titillating about Stacey and Lara spanking each other. Ted realized that this seemed to have been a regular thing for some time. Stacey had asked rhetorically “how many times” had she spanked Lara for not doing dishes. Ted wondered what they would think if they knew he’d overheard them trading spankings. Just then, he heard footsteps in the hall way. He froze. Though his door was closed, the lights in his room were on, so anyone happening past would know he was home. He panicked when he realized he had also left his backpack and his shoes in the middle of the floor outside his bedroom. The footsteps stopped. There was silence for a long moment. Whichever of Ted’s roommates had come downstairs surely saw his stuff and knew he was in his room. He lay there motionless, naked from the waist down praying the girl would just quickly move on so he could sneak out the front door. Suddenly, he heard clattering on the wall. It sounded like wood connecting with drywall. The noise was brief, then the footsteps quickly started again and faded down the hall. Sensing his moment, Ted pulled up his pants, slipped out of his room as quietly as he could and grabbed his shoes. He snuck out the front door and hurried down the street. But before he left, Ted had been acutely aware - there were once again two paddles hanging next to the front door. --- Lara hurried back upstairs after replacing the paddle on the wall. She knew she was supposed to go do the dishes straight away, but she just had to go tell Stacey that Ted was home and likely heard their discipline session. Bursting into Stacey’s room and closing the door behind her, Lara whispered loudly to her roommate. “He’s home!” she said breathlessly. “What??” Stacey looked up from her text book. She was laying on her bed on her stomach studying, wearing just a t-shirt and underwear, her sore bottom skyward and partially exposed. “Ted. He’s here. When I went to put the paddle away, I saw the lights on in his room.” Stacey gaped. “Maybe he just left them on…” Lara shook her head and cut Stacey off. “Nope. His backpack and shoes were on the floor in the hallway.” “Shit…” Stacey sat up in bed, wincing slightly. “You think he heard us?” “I don’t see how he didn’t.” The girls were silent for a minute. Then Lara tried to stifle a giggle, but failed. Stacey stared at her. “So what if he heard us?” said Lara smiling. “Maybe it’s the opening we’ve been looking for.” Stacey remained silent. She was embarrassed that Ted knew their secret. But maybe Lara was right. Maybe the time had come to incorporate Ted into their rituals. Lara continued. “I mean, he left his stuff in the middle of the floor downstairs. That’s one of the first things you spanked me for.” She had an air of indignation with her last remark. Almost, ‘it’s not fair!’ A smile curled in one corner of Stacey’s mouth. She began imagining Ted splayed out across her ample lap, his cute bare bottom turning red as she slapped him with her hairbrush. “You’re right,” Stacey said, climbing out of bed. “It’s time for Ted to get his.” She grabbed her hairbrush from atop her dresser and headed for the door, not bothering to put any pants on. Lara followed behind her, giggling excitedly. The two friends marched downstairs, their conviction steeled by their freshly spanked bottoms. Stacey could feel the cool air against her nearly-bare butt, causing a tingle to grow in her reddened cheeks. She didn’t mind being exposed like that - after all, Ted was about to be similarly exposed, she thought. But when the girls reached Ted’s room, he was nowhere to be found. The lights in his bedroom were off, and the door open. His backpack was still in the middle of the floor, but his shoes had disappeared. “Dammit,” Lara cursed, picking up the bag. “He was definitely here. He must have snuck out when I went upstairs.” “Hmmm…” Stacey furrowed her brow and tapped the brush idly against her palm. “We’ll have to catch him another time. Maybe we should make a plan.” “Yeah,” Lara said eagerly. “We can lay a trap for him. Then give him an ultimatum: move out or get spanked.” Stacey smiled. “Yes. Absolutely.” Her smile widened. “I have something in mind already. We can talk it through, but first,” she smacked Lara’s butt hard with the brush, “you need to go clean up the kitchen young lady. Unless you want another dose?” Lara yelped and grabbed her bottom. She dropped Ted’s backpack and hurried down the hall to the kitchen.

The one thing Madelyn desires most in the world is to wear diapers again, and she is prepared to do anything to make that wish come true. As inexplicable as that desire is for a twelve-year-old girl, it is one she has obsessed over for the past three years. Ever since Madelyn tried on a pull-up that a distant cousin had used for bedwetting, the thought of what it would be like to forego her underwear for that padded, crinkling sensation between her legs has been a desire she has been unable to shake. Every other plan to get her hands on diapers or pull-ups has failed up to now. But this time it is going to be different. This time it is going to work. This time she isn’t going to back out at the last minute. The plan is simple. All Madelyn has to do is intentionally begin to wet the bed at night. Then, her parents will have no choice but to get her the diapers she so badly desires. What could possibly go wrong? Chapter 1: Daydreams in Class I will not chicken out this time. That was what I had told myself two days ago. That was also what I had told myself yesterday. Third time was the charm, right? It was easy to put a bold face to my latest harebrained scheme to acquire diapers from the safety of my daydreams. It was much harder when the time came to actually carry out the plan that had been brewing in the back of my mind for the past year – one I had finally decided to put into motion this week. Why would a 12-year-old girl want to wear diapers in the first place? I don’t know. All I know is that for the past three years, nothing I have done has been successful at getting this obsession out of my head. I certainly didn’t have any interest in being a baby. My younger brother, Jackson, is only six years old. I discovered where Mom kept all his old baby stuff long ago. I’ve tried his old pacifiers, bottles, and sippy cups. None of those items held any appeal for me. I can’t stand kids’ TV shows. I can’t color to save my life. And don’t get me started on dollhouses, barbies, and whatever other toys babies like to play with. In every aspect of my life other than this strange desire for diapers, I wanted to act my age. My latest plan all started a year ago with a magazine and a desire to procrastinate on my homework. There had to be some level of irony to the fact that this latest idea came about when I was seated on the porcelain throne. Mom had almost a dozen different magazines she subscribed to. Most of them found their way to the bathroom, which was also probably the only circumstance where I would have even considered reading them in the first place. I was already finished doing my business, but leaving the bathroom meant needing to continue a homework assignment I’d been slowly picking away at for the past hour. The only reason I even bothered to pick up a copy of the Reader’s Digest on that day about a year ago was for the few sections where it had funny jokes and stories. That, and I had left my smartphone in the bedroom. I really didn’t know how my parents managed when they were my age. I skimmed through the first section of jokes. Whoever had put together this edition of the magazine had totally mailed it in. There was a completely unoriginal one about redheads and souls that had me tempted to toss the magazine in the garbage. I mean, with how many magazines Mom had, would she even miss it? Redhead jokes get old really quick when you’ve had people telling you them your whole life. It has been forever since I’d been told one I hadn’t heard before. And even longer since I’ve been told one that was actually funny. Maybe I would have better luck with the second humor section toward the back of the magazine. I flipped through the pages casually when one of the advertisements caught my eye. I could scarcely believe what I was seeing. There it was. Right on the page. An exact replicate of the pull-up I had briefly stolen from a cousin two years ago. But there was more. That pull-up from two years ago had been the boys’ designs. This ad showed that there were ones for girls as well. And even though I’d had a pretty good growth spurt in the past two years, the product info indicated that I wasn’t even close to being too big to wear them. I didn’t tuck the magazine in the trash, but I did take it with me from the bathroom, burying it deep inside my box of miscellaneous things in my bedroom. I’ve looked at that page at least once a day for the past year. “Earth to Maddy. Earth to Maddy. We’re calling in.” My head jerked upright from the hard wooden desk in my math classroom to the sound of laughter. “Here!” I called back to our math teacher. “Well, thank you for joining us again, Maddy. Now,” he said, pointing to a cluster of numbers, letters, and symbols on the whiteboard, “that we’ve isolated ‘x’ on this side of the equation. Can you tell us what it is?” I had enough trouble paying attention in classes that I liked. For ones I hated? The temptation to daydream was hard to resist. And I hated math class. It was hard enough when we were dealing with regular numbers. I would be lucky to scrape by with a “B-” on my report card. But now, with the end of the school year in sight, my math teacher had ever-so-helpfully decided to give us a sneak peek of some of the things we got to look forward to learning next year in eighth grade. I sucked at long division. But it at least made sense conceptually. The numbers were real, even if doing the work to get the answer was tedious. But now there was this thing the teacher called Algebra, where we were supposed to be adding up letters as well as numbers, which was beyond my ability to comprehend. Every “x” and “y” on the whiteboard seemed designed to taunt me. May as well put a “D” or a “C” on the board, as that was about what I could expect on my report card next year if this was what was in store for me. I stared blankly at the whiteboard with the sinking feeling that even if I had been paying attention for the past five minutes, I wouldn’t be any closer to understanding what was going on. “Um,” I said, picking at my nails while I continued to stare ahead. I had to at least give some kind of guess. But my brain and my mouth sometimes aren’t exactly in sync with one another. “The spot.” “I’m sorry. What was that?” Mr. Thompson asked. “You know, the spot. Like, ‘x’ marks the spot.” The classroom was full of laughter again. This time with me rather than at me. I made eye contact with one of my friends, Angie, who turned to look back at me from the front row. We shared a smirk at the joke. Mr. Thompson sighed. “Everyone settled down, please.” He gave me a look that suggested he might be once again telling my parents about how I had apparently been disruptive in class. “Now, Maddy, if you had been paying attention as we worked through this problem, you would know that the answer was actually…” I didn’t even manage to pay attention long enough to get to the answer to what ‘x’ happened to be or what sorcery had been used to arrive at that conclusion. I fixed my eyes on a spot on the whiteboard, a method I had mastered to trick teachers into thinking I was actually paying attention to their nonsense when I’d rather be daydreaming. My thoughts slipped back toward my plans for this evening. The third time had to be the charm, right? It wasn’t really my fault the first two attempts at wetting the bed had failed. The first night, I had simply been too tired. We’d had an exhausting soccer game that evening that had gone on to overtime, and we’d been shorthanded, so I hadn’t spent almost any time on the bench. I had fully intended to stay up past midnight but had used the excuse of being tired to back out of it. Instead, I let myself drift off to sleep without wetting the bed. During the second night, I’d managed to stay up until 1 a.m., but I had found it impossible to make myself pee. I simply hadn’t had enough to drink. I had considered simply pouring water on my bed, but I was worried that might not be convincing enough should my parents make a closer examination of my bedding. I could have snuck off for a glass of water in the kitchen and stayed up another hour, but again, I chickened out and pushed the plan off to another night. But tonight was going to be different. I was going to be drinking as much water as I could tonight, and I would skip going to the toilet before going to bed. Plus, tonight was Friday, which meant it was pizza night, so as long as I picked out a caffeinated soda, I should be able to keep myself up late enough for this plan to work. I realized that I was likely going to have to keep this up for multiple nights. One random night of bedwetting — after having never wet the bed since I had been potty trained at the age of two — wouldn’t be enough to convince my parents to take action. But if I could have the courage to keep it up long enough, they would have no choice but to purchase the pull-ups shown on the magazine page for me. I would make sure to leave that old magazine out in a way that would get Mom to see the advertisement. It was a desperate move, but I couldn’t wait any longer for the pull-ups. I knew from other advertisements I’d seen that these pull-ups were sold in stores. Had there been a store close by that I could bike to, I might have considered going out and purchasing some for myself on a day when I had been left at home on my own. But that wasn’t an option for me. I still had over three years to go before I would be old enough to get my own driver’s license. I had already waited three years for this. I couldn’t possibly wait three more. “Maddy. Earth to Maddy. Hey!” There was the sound of hands clapping together a single time. More laughter. I blinked rapidly, adjusting my gaze over to Mr. Thompson, where he was standing at the front of the classroom with his palms still pressed together from making the noise he had used to so rudely interrupt my daydreams. “Maddy, please just take one of the homework sheets and pass the rest behind you.” I looked straight ahead, where Chloe was holding a stack of papers with her arm stretched out toward me. She rolled her eyes at me as I grabbed them from her. In a rare moment of self-control, I did not stick my tongue out at her. I took one of the homework sheets and passed the remaining one behind me to where one of my two best friends was sitting. The three of us had initially been seated next to each other. But Mr. Thompson decided a few weeks into the school year that doing so was too much of a distraction. Emma, who had been seated to my right, was switched to the seat behind me. Angie, who had been on my left, had worse luck. Not only was she moved to the front of the class, but she had to sit next to Ryan, who had the disgusting habit of picking his nose in public. But that was OK. We’d have the whole weekend together. Tonight was the beginning of the playoffs for our U13 soccer team. We’d had a moderately successful season, meaning we’d managed to somehow win more games than we lost over the past several months. It was disappointing that the spring soccer season was so close to coming to an end, but we had the opportunity to keep it going this weekend if we could manage to string a few victories together. The bell rang as the final class of the week came to an end. Mr. Thompson belted out more instructions about the homework as I slid the piece of paper, with all its archaic symbols and equations, into my backpack. I’d just ask Angie and Emma later to see if there was something I’d missed in his instructions. I joined my two friends in the hallway. We all lived in the same neighborhood, so we rushed off to catch the bus together. They chatted excitedly about the game tonight, but I walked alongside them in silence. My thoughts were somewhere entirely else. My mind settled on the image of the pull-up I had held in my hand three years ago. The few minutes where I had examined it thoroughly, my fingers tracing over its whole surface. How it had felt to wear it for a couple of minutes before I was forced to set it aside, not knowing the opportunity was one I wouldn’t get again for years. Should everything go as planned, I would be wearing a pull-up again in less than a week. But to accomplish that, I needed to wet the bed tonight – on purpose. <><><> Three years ago If there was a single moment that perhaps best defined the last three years of my life, it was that day three years ago when it all began. The day I first laid eyes on a simple object that would become an obsession I would never be able to shake off. I didn’t cry at the funeral. I knew, intellectually, that this was what people were supposed to do. But even the sight of my aged great-grandfather lying in the open casket hadn’t moved me to tears. It wasn’t as though I wasn’t sad, but it was a more abstract kind of sadness. That kind that has someone thinking heavy thoughts about what happens after death, not that kind that leaves someone bawling on their knees. I had no memories of the man lying in the casket. My parents said I had met my great-grandfather three times. But I had been too young to have any memories of those visits. My older sister, Grace, on the other hand, was devastated. It was her first funeral as well. She had memories of her great-grandfather. The man in the casket was not an abstract concept to her, but the ghost of someone who had played with her and held her in his arms. Jackson cried as well, but that was just because he was a baby. You could never exactly tell what it was that they were upset about most of the time. The three-year-old boy likely just needed a nap. But the funeral home wasn’t where that pivotal event in my life transpired; it was merely marked the event that gave cause for all my distant relations – grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins – to join together from where they were all scattered across the country. The reception after the funeral was where the fateful moment occurred. The adults ate, drank, and smoked while kids split into playing games with others of their age. There was a cohort of preschoolers huddled around a TV, watching stupid kids’ shows. On the other end of the spectrum was a collection of angsty teenagers Grace had abandoned me to hang out with. They weren’t particularly welcoming of youngsters, and my normally friendly sister had shooed me off after I attempted to tag along with her. Not that I cared that much. Other than my sister, teenagers made me a bit apprehensive. Besides, there were a half-dozen other kids my age to hang out with. My mom introduced me to two boys shortly after we arrived at the house for the reception. One of them, Alex, was eight. Though he made clear he would be nine in a few weeks, which would make him as old as me. His younger brother, Timothy, was seven. The boys were distant cousins from half-way across the country. There was some technical term Mom used for exactly what type of cousin they were to me — second cousins, twice removed. That didn’t mean anything to me. All that mattered was that they were my age and more than open to finding some way to play in order to pass the time while the adults did whatever adults did. We hit it off immediately. We did what kids that age normally do. We fell into the habit of playing simple games with each other as if we had been friends all of our lives. The two brothers were staying at the house where the reception was being hosted, so it was only fair that they gave me a tour of the massive building. We explored the expansive backyard, winding our way through the adults in the garden until we were shooed away. We played in the basement for a while, which had foosball and ping-pong tables before the teens decided that was where they wanted to be hanging out instead. But there was still plenty of house to explore. Alex and Timothy led me up a winding staircase to some rooms upstairs, where they had been sleeping while their family stayed with the relatives who were hosting the reception. That’s when I stumbled across a stunning revelation. One that would shape my life for the next three years. Haunt my dreams. Hound my thoughts. Practically drive me crazy as I was often left incapable of thinking of anything else. There was something out-of-place sitting in the corner of the room on top of a pile of discarded laundry. I tended to usually say the first thing that came to mind without regard to whether it was socially appropriate to do so. I wasn’t any better at that at the age of nine. I pointed at a blue undergarment in the corner that didn’t exactly look like a normal piece of underwear. It was not as though I didn’t have a good suspicion of what it was. But I wanted confirmation. “What is that?” Timothy walked casually over to the corner and picked it up. “Oh, that’s my pull-up.” I looked at the item in his hand. He was seven. That couldn’t possibly be his. I felt sure I was the subject of some kind of joke. “Don’t be silly,” I said. “You’re too old to wear pull-ups.” “Older kids sometimes need to wear pull-ups,” he said, still holding the item in his hand. His defiance left me no less confused. I rolled my eyes. “I doubt that even fits you.” I hadn’t intended in any way to dare them to put the pull-up on. But that must be how that statement had come across. Alex snatched the pull-up out of his brother’s hand and tugged it on over his dress pants. “See,” he said. “It fits. We wear them ’cause we still wet the bed.” They were bedwetters. And they weren’t the least bit ashamed of it. That was at least a topic that I understood. I had no intention of teasing or bullying them. While neither my brother nor I were bedwetters, my older sister had wet the bed up until a year or so ago. Why hadn’t I put together a connection between pull-ups and bedwetting? Come to think of it. I wasn’t even sure if Grace had worn pull-ups during her bedwetting phase. She had her own room, which I was very much forbidden from going into, so if she had, there wasn’t any way I would have known about it. When I had first learned of my older sister’s predicament, my parents had sat down with me and calmly explained what bedwetting was and how I was to never shame or tease her about it. And given how privately they had handled her condition, and the fact that it hadn’t ever impacted my life at all, I truthfully hadn’t ever given her bedwetting much of a thought. Alex mistook my pensiveness while considering my sister’s bedwetting to mean that I was still confused about the topic. He launched into a long explanation with words like enuresis, explaining how bedwetting was just a medical condition that he and his brother would grow out of. “Do you wet the bed?” Timothy asked me. “No,” I replied. I came close to continuing my reply and accidentally outing my sister, but I would never do something that mean to her. Alex still had the pull-up around his waist, completely unconcerned with how silly it looked. The pull-up had a picture of Spiderman, my favorite superhero, on the front. I pointed that out, which led to another conversation about which Marvel superheroes we liked best. Timothy was big on Iron Man. But Alex insisted that Batman was better than any of them. My eyes kept glancing down at Alex’s waist. I found myself unable to look away from the pull-up for long. The sight of the pull-up around Alex’s waist raised another thought. That pull-up would fit me just as well. My distant cousin and I were both about the same size, after all. I didn’t question the desire to wear the pull-up. Once the impulse had taken hold of me, there was little else I could think of as I distractedly continued the conversation with my cousins. Our parents called us down for dinner. Alex ripped the pull-up off and tossed it back in the corner of the room before we retreated down the stairs. I was unable to concentrate during dinner. Alex and Timothy were across the table from me, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth shut about what I had just witnessed. I was filled to the brim with questions, most of which I would have to keep inside unless I were presented with another chance to have a private discussion with those two bedwetting cousins. But there was one question more important than any of them. One perhaps best answered on my own rather than by asking them. What did it feel like to wear a pull-up? While the adults were content to sit and chat around at the table long after their plates were clean, that wasn’t the case for us kids, and soon we were back to running around; Timothy, Alex, and I were joined by another four cousins. Big houses and hide and seek go hand in hand together. We agreed that hiding upstairs in the house was against the rules for the game of hide and seek. That meant that the upstairs room where the pull-ups were waiting for me was technically off-limits. But I didn’t care one bit about the game. Anyway, making the upstairs rooms off-limits had been my idea. An absolutely brilliant stroke of genius for a then nine-year-old girl. In one move, I’d ensured that no one would be up there when I went looking for the pull-up and that I would be safe from anyone following after me. I took quick glances in both directions as I stood at the base of the stairway. Perfect. There were no other kids in sight. I leaped up the stairs, skipping two steps at a time with each upward lunge until I was safely around the corner and out of sight. I encountered my first problem when I made it to the bedroom where Timothy and Alex had been sleeping. I had somehow assumed that the pull-up Alex had ripped off could be fixed. I seemed to recall that the pull-ups my brother had worn a year ago had Velcro sides. But that wasn’t the case with these bedwetting pull-ups for some reason. But there had to be additional pull-ups elsewhere. There couldn’t be any way that the boy’s parents would risk them peeing all over the bed while they were spending the night as guests. I didn’t have any luck in the first suitcase that I looked through, nor the second, but the third one was where I struck gold. There were more than a dozen pull-ups tucked into the side of the suitcase. Surely, they wouldn’t notice if one of them happened to go missing. I grabbed a pull-up and bundled the pull-up into a ball, tucking it into the waistband of my skirt. I was sure that was not nearly as discreet as I thought it was at the time. But, to my good fortune, I was able to make it to a nearby bathroom without being caught. The adults were busy downstairs, and my cousins, who were playing hide and seek, were doing a better job than I was at abiding by the rules. I locked the bathroom door behind me. I double and triple-checked to make sure the door was actually locked. I removed the pull-up from under my skirt and held it in my hands. I didn’t stop then to think through how bizarre the whole situation was at the time. I think I must have stood there looking at it for several minutes. Feeling how it crinkled beneath my touch, testing out the sides to see how far they could stretch, rubbing my fingers down the padded interior. I was completely and utterly fascinated by it. The desire was no more explainable than a moth being drawn to a flame, a kitten to catnip, or a raven to a shiny object. I cautiously slid my arms through the leg holes, stretching the pull-up out in front of me. Not only was it more than stretchy enough for me, but it could probably fit a kid twice as wide as I was. Now came the moment of truth. I removed my skirt and underwear. The pull-up had a side that was helpfully labeled as the back, so I knew which way to put it on. As I brought the pull-up into place around my waist, it was like sliding the final piece of a puzzle into place. I turned around so that I could look at my reflection in the mirror. I lifted up the front of my skirt so that the whole pull-up was in view. It practically came up all the way to my belly button. There was something about the way it hugged my sides, the way the soft padding pressed against my skin as I sat down on the toilet lid and the way it crinkled quietly as I paced across the bathroom that left me completely enamored. There was just one thing left to do. And I didn’t have much time before everyone noticed that I was missing. I lifted up the lid of the toilet seat and sat down while still wearing the pull-up. One of my deepest regrets was that I had went to go potty right before the game of hide and seek began, meaning there wasn’t anything waiting to come out of my bladder at the moment. I tried. I really did. I wanted to know. I had to know. What would it feel like to pee into a pull-up? It couldn’t be bad. Alex and Timothy hadn’t seemed to be put off at all by waking up in a wet pull-up every morning. But nothing happened. The timing was off. My bladder wouldn’t cooperate. And time was up. I needed to be out of the bathroom in a couple of minutes. I considered it a radical idea. What if I put my underwear and skirt over the top of the pull-up? I could continue to wear it until I actually needed to pee. I nearly did it. I really, truly, honestly nearly did it. But then I chickened out. The same way I would, time and time again for years afterward. It was too risky. A small trickle of shame was diluting my euphoria. I knew that despite how ecstatic I was at my discovery, the reality of anyone else discovering this secret — and the relentless shame and teasing that would follow — would be devastating. I wasn’t like Alex or Timothy. I didn’t have the veneer of bedwetting to hide behind as an excuse for wearing a pull-up. I slid the pull-up off of my legs. I intended to put it back in the suitcase. Then it would be like nothing had ever happened. That’s when I encountered a second problem. Apparently, I had gone potty in the pull-up after all. Not a lot, just the teensiest of tinkles. But it was enough to leave a tiny yellow patch the size of a quarter smack dab in the middle of the pull-up. I breathed a sigh of relief that I had even noticed it in the first place. That would have made for an awkward situation for Alex and Timothy had I put the pull-up back in the suitcase. I peered into the trash can. I was in luck. I could make out two pull-ups at the bottom of the small trash can. One had been turned inside out, the color of its interior leaving no doubt as to the truthfulness of Alex’s description of his and his brother’s bedwetting. I bunched up the pull-up and tossed it in the trash can. I didn’t think it was likely that anyone would be paying too much attention to notice the addition of one more pull-up in it. My curiosity sated, I returned to the game of hide and seek, pretending that I had been expertly moving in between hiding places to avoid being spotted. I didn’t think anymore about the pull-up until later that evening when we were lying in bed at the hotel. Jackson was little enough that he could sleep on a padded mat and sleeping bag on the floor while Grace and I shared a bed – an experience that hadn’t gone well the past couple of nights, as it had been interrupted by midnight accusation of blanket theft. If it had just been Grace and me in the room, if Mom, Dad, and Jackson hadn’t been around to overhear it, I might have worked up the courage to ask my older sister about her bedwetting. I wasn’t even sure if she knew that I knew about it. But I had to know. Had she worn the same pull-ups as Alex and Timothy? Was there perhaps a style that came in colors and designs for girls? But we weren’t alone, and those questions went unasked. The drive home wasn’t any easier. I didn’t touch my tablet, which had been my constant companion on the trip here. Instead, I stared out the window. But I wasn’t paying any attention to the passing cities and landscapes. Instead, my mind was replaying the events of the previous day, in particular, the few precious minutes when I had my hands on the pull-up. I was filled with a deep sense of longing and regret. Why had I thrown the pull-up in the trash? Why hadn’t I put it back on beneath my skirt? I would have had it with me now. I could have been wearing it now. Of course, I did know better. I would have had no issue wearing the pull-up out of the house, but once we had gotten to the hotel, there wouldn’t have been any realistic way for me to have kept it concealed. But the acknowledgment of that reality did nothing to lessen my longing for the pull-up. I had nothing but time as I began to scheme up all the different ways I could get my hands on another one, or better yet, an actual diaper. What would I have done if I had known the wait was to be measured in years rather than days, weeks, or months? --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

🤞🤞👍 There is no leg bag, but I have a collection bag that has a hanger part, but it mostly sits inside a sort of reusable drawstring bag from the hospital. So I carry it around in that when I get up (which isn't often). Otherwise it sits on a footstool pushed up alongside the bed next to me. I need it close by but it must sit below the level of my bladder. It's so sentitive to get up and walk a few paces with the catheter that I ended up having absolutely no desire to go downstairs for breakfast. But, I'm thrilled to hopefully do that tomorrow, with no catheter. And I realize... in a diaper.

I wonder the same thing about a protocol. Whatever there is, I will follow. So far I have been taking several supplements to try to prevent scarring (quercetin, proteolytic enzymes, turmeric, resveratrol, vitamin C, garlic... basically anything I can think of with even the slightest chance of helping). I will also take anti-inflammatories including ibuprofen and low-dose aspirin daily for months once the bleeding risk has passed. I may just go ahead with weekly catheterization. That's the protocol after urethrotomy to stave off recurrence of stricture. I'm sure it could help preventing them in the first place. Although instead of catheterization I might just use a urethral sounding kit for increasing dilation of the entire urethra. I think for me it will really become a journey about uretheal health and stricture treatment/prevention going forward. 🙏

Reddy... One more day, and the catheter comes out!! When will it be removed? Morning, afternoon? Has the pain been diminishing? After the catheter is out, and you're in diapers, will you be able to get out and walk around somewhat? I think we're all looking forward to finding out how incontinent you've become...

Hiii! Welcome! 🧜‍♂️

It would be great to not have to hide diaper stuff from close friends. And be more comfortable to wear underneath clothes and can diaper change when visiting and such. I wouldn't want them actively involved, just not have to hide it. Especially on vacation and trips with friends, its kind of annoying having to leave the diapers at home

It's a date! I'm sure everything will go swimmingly. ---- 15 A Tarnished Hill The bus wound through Ardenthill, past brick buildings gripped by ivy bursting with vibrant green life. Trees framed a park that gave the citizens a lovely refuge of flowers among the neat gray streets. If the buildings weren’t brick, they were picturesque white with dark shutters. Downtown Ardenthill was the image of a lovely New England town. Ordinarily, Ava loved a bus ride. She’d spend it making up stories for the people, pets, and stuffies that lived in each charming house. On this particular bus ride, her legs wouldn’t stop trembling. Snuggled up against her as Briana was, there was no way she was missing Ava’s tremors. The time she should have spent enjoying a cuddle with her girlfriend* was spent deliberately breathing each breath. Without conscious intervention, Ava knew she’d be reduced to gasping. The sensible thing to do in her current state would be to go home, lie on her couch, and put her hated emergency pendant on. * May not be a girlfriend on a permanent basis or in all jurisdictions. License and terms may vary. Not guaranteed to be compatible with all girlfriend activities. U-Hauling not recommended. More than she hated the emergency pendant her parents had purchased when she moved to Ardenthill for school, Ava hated the idea that she couldn’t go on a simple shopping trip with her girlfriend*. Somewhere between those two hatreds was her disdain for the concern she could see growing on Briana’s face. She didn’t want her girlfriend to be concerned about her. Ava wanted her girlfriend to be cuddly, horny, and handsy to the limit appropriate for a bus trip. The problem is – I might need her to be concerned if this gets any worse. Ava had fought against using crutches until her last year of high school. No one had called her a poor little disabled girl in her undergraduate studies – at least not to her face. She was prepared to fight tooth and nail against using a wheelchair until her fifties, at least. The Microbiology department knew her as a bright and rising researcher, not as a cripple. Her fight today was the same. Ava was allowed a damn date. Of that, she was certain. She would take things slowly, focus on her breathing, and have a good time watching her girlfriend* prance around one of Ardenthill’s most notorious stores. I am not a Lifetime Movie Special, I am not a statistic, and I am not a pity case. Today goes the way I want. My disease doesn’t get a say. Though she never got her legs to sit still, Ava’s diaphragm decided to continue contributing and let her breathe normally. The victory was a bloom of pride in Ava that had her excitedly pointing out her favorite houses to Briana. Seeing concern drop off Briana’s face to be replaced by the girl’s trademark innocent joy was another victory, almost as important as the first. The bus blew by a crowd of people holding signs. Ava didn’t get to read them but wasn’t surprised to see protestors. There was plenty to protest in the world, and people in a college town were more likely to be riled up than most. The fact that the protest was on a random street corner, not in front of Planned Parenthood, indicated that Ava would agree with the cause du jour. Holding Briana’s hand as she exited the bus, Ava felt an excited tingle in her palm. Her legs might still be buzzy, but nobody could tell that while wearing sweats. The important thing was that they were holding. Mission control was calling in: the board was all green, and the date launch was a go. Almost all the bus stops in Ardenthill had benches and rain covers; the stop they needed to transfer at was no exception. Ava knew better than to push her luck. She sat on the bench as soon as they were off the bus. Besides, it meant more snuggling time with her girlfriend*. Down the street, she could hear the protestors chanting something. Their voices were getting closer – which meant it was a march. That was unusual enough for Ava to crane her neck out of the bus shelter and look down the street. The sight of the protest signs chilled her blood. ABDL appeared in large block letters on most of the signs, always crossed out or surrounded by a red circle and crossed. Some signs showed restroom-style silhouettes wearing diapers with big red Xs on them. Other signs were more wordy, with hateful text that Ava didn’t allow herself to read. As the protestors approached, their chants came through loud and clear. “No freaks in Ardenthill! No adults in diapers!” Ava looked back at Briana. Her girlfriend* looked terrified. There was nothing on her that was overtly ABDL, with the possible exception of her backpack. If she was wearing a diaper, it had to be a subtle one. Ava hadn’t heard so much as a crinkle since she’d run into Briana in the lab. It didn’t matter. The uneasiness Ava was feeling was obviously multiplied many times over in Briana. Ava liked to be Little – loved it on occasion – but her girlfriend* was Little. And now a mob of people is coming to attack her identity directly. The smart, safe thing would have been to hold on to Briana and let the protestors pass on their hateful way. Ava had already demonstrated she wasn’t interested in safety or smartness that day. She could handle anger and hateful directed at her – with maybe a good cry later. The same hate directed at her girlfriend* was not acceptable. As the mob streamed around the bus shelter, Ava surged to her feet. “No Freaks in Ardenthill! Get the Perverts out!” The shelter rang with the slogan. “Why don’t you mind your own business?” Ava snarled at the protestors. “ABDLs aren’t hurting anyone!” Few in the crowd had even heard her. Those that did frowned and sneered at her. She was ready for that and had been expecting it. What Ava hadn’t expected was a middle-aged man stepping out of the crowd to get in her face. “You’re a friend to those freaks? Or are you one of them?” His face was beet red. Ava’s mind was screaming alarm bells, but she was too upset to back down. There had been too many disappointments and hardships in the day. “It doesn’t matter either way. It’s none of your business what somebody wears!” The man’s hands came up, looming toward Ava. They were bigger than he was. His palms hit her in the shoulders and pushed hard. Instinctively, Ava resisted. All she wanted was not to fall. What she got was the full brunt of her weight and the man’s push on her already shaking legs. They collapsed under her like rubber bands. A shocked gasp went up from the crowd as Ava’s crutches went flying and clattered to the ground. She hit like a wad of wet toilet paper. It hurt. Before Ava could assess the damage, Briana was on her feet. The power of her angry screams seemed impossible for a being so small. The mere force of her yell pushed a space back into the crowd. “You pushed over a disabled girl!?” Briana bellowed. “I’m calling the police! Someone arrest that man! Citizen’s arrest!” The middle-aged man bolted into the crowd. The rest of the protestors didn’t seem keen on stopping him, but they all had guilty looks. As Briana began dialing on her cell phone, the protestors scattered. A few that had been on the other side of the bus shelter lingered for a bit, then dispersed with the rest. “Hello, dispatcher?” Fury was still evident on Briana’s face as she kept her eyes on the man who’d pushed Ava. “This is Briana Tess Rasmussen. I need a police officer at the corner of Court and Summer Street. My friend was assaulted by a white male, six foot tall, middle-aged, with salt and pepper hair. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans.” It was charming and too much fuss. Ava tried to take a deep breath to ask Briana to calm down – and didn’t get any air. Her chest was numb, her diaphragm unresponsive. In a panic, she beat her fist on the bus shelter. “Briana!” Ava croaked her girlfriend’s* name out when the girl turned to look at her. “Help!” “I need an ambulance too, NOW! Same address. She’s not breathing!” Briana dropped to her knees and let her phone hit the ground. The world was getting blurry – not a good sign. Ava pushed feebly on her stomach, forcing her lungs to expel air. With a terrible gasping sound, she managed to get fresh air down her throat. She pawed at Briana, mimed pressing on her belly and up towards her ribs. The next few minutes were a nightmare of shallow gasps that kept Ava alive in a slowly darkening world. When the paramedics arrived, Ava showed them the medical tag on her bracelet. They put an oxygen mask on her face. One of them gave her something that might have been adrenaline. She pressed the old, familiar plastic to her face and inhaled sweet energy that brightened the world around her. In mere minutes, she was sitting propped up against one of the paramedics, taking deep breaths alone. “We’d really like to transport you to the emergency department for monitoring, ma’am.” As always, the paramedic was being helpful and earnest. Just as predictably, their offer was useless. “I refuse transport,” Ava said as clearly as possible. She pulled her mouth into the best smile she could manage to take away the sting of her flat statement. “I appreciate your help, but there’s nothing more they can do for me there.” “I think there’s a lot they could do.” The earnest, sandy-haired paramedic insisted. “Starting with keeping an eye on you.” Ava shook her head. “I have muscular dystrophy. Today’s just a bad day. You got me the oxygen I needed – thank you. My chest muscles should cooperate for the rest of the day.” “Your friend looks pretty worried. Are you sure?” It was – hopefully – the nice paramedic’s last attempt. Ava looked at Briana, whose black makeup had streaked down her cheeks with tears. She could add that to the day’s problems; she’d made her girlfriend* cry on the very day they’d become girlfriends. Again, Ava shook her head. “I do not consent to be transported.” “I hear you,” The paramedic said unhappily. “Please take it easy for the rest of the day.” “I think I have to.” Ava felt a portion of her heart break as she gave up on her date with Briana. Assured that she wouldn’t try to run sprints down the street, the paramedics packed up their gear and hopped in their ambulance. They left with flashing lights, which made Ava feel better about refusing to be transported. Someone who needs it more than me will get that ride. There was a police cruiser nearby, but no sign of the policeman. Presumably, Briana had talked to him while Ava was getting medical attention. In preparation for getting to her feet, Ava looked down at herself to take an inventory of her bruises. When she saw the wet spot on her sweatpants, the awareness of her wet crotch and legs came back. Though she was wearing dark gray, the wet blotch was obvious – she’d dumped her entire bladder while she was fighting for air. It was. One. Too. Many. Straws. Ava sobbed. She balled up on the pavement and cried her eyes out. Briana’s gentle touch did nothing to stop the sobs but did get Ava to flip over and cling to her girlfriend*. “Ava, are you okay? What’s going on?” “I had an accident!” Slipping into the Little word for wetting herself was easier than facing the issue as an adult. Besides, though Briana had been Big all day, in Ava’s mind, she was still the girl who had played mini-golf with her in a big diaper. “Yeah, you did. I think my mom and dad are in a meeting right now. I could call Gary…” “No!” Ava let her total frustration with all things Gary vent into the word. It felt good, like the empowering start of a tantrum. “Okay, right, um – I guess I could…” Briana stroked Ava’s back. “Oh! I know. I can call a professional.” “Don’t waste emergency services time with this.” Ava snapped. “Not that kind of professional. A potty professional.” Briana picked up her phone; it had still been lying where she’d dropped it. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Ava’s grumpiness and incredulity had stopped her crying, at least. She squinted suspiciously at Briana. “Language, Little Girl.” Briana stuck her tongue out at Ava as she dialed. “The babysitter I’m calling doesn’t let us swear.” “I don’t want some random…” “Her name is Monserrat; she’s a professional babysitter. She helps Little girls like you and me. She’s babysat me once already. Do you remember Flora from my birthday? She babysits Flora a lot." Ava sniffled. It seemed possible that Monserrat, as a babysitter, might not be the worst thing in the world. The only problem was cost. A professional adult babysitter sounded like a lot of fun – and really expensive. “Briana, I’m not sure I can afford…” “It doesn’t matter if you can or not.” Briana sighed at her phone and pressed a couple of buttons. “I’m booking Monserrat for both of us and covering your half as a treat. We’re on a date, aren’t we?” “Are you going to let me finish even one…” Briana kissed her fingers and pressed them to Ava’s lips. “No. Now be a good girl, and our babysitter will give us candy.” Candy sounded amazing. Sugar seemed equal in comfort to Ava getting out of her wet sweats. That strong of a reaction meant she was feeling Little for sure. It was weird to be Little in public – but she had her Little girlfriend* with her, and there was a babysitter on the way, so weird was apparently on the menu. “Monserrat? It’s Briana Rasmussen. Thank you so much for picking up.” Briana squeezed Ava’s hand. “Yes, it’s an emergency. My girlfriend got hurt and had an accident. The EMTs just left, but we need a babysitter for the second part.” Ava snuggled up to Briana, wishing she had Brownie to cuddle too. Briana’s voice was trending toward her Little inflection. From her current angle, Ava couldn’t see the police car, and the protesters were long gone. Other than some minor bruises, she felt fine. Her muscles were back to their only slightly-useless selves. It was easy to pretend that nothing terrible had happened except for having an accident when she was out with Briana. So that’s what happened. Until Monserrat – she better be as cool as Briana says – is done babysitting me, all that happened is that I had an accident. Just like my girlfriend** does. ** Girlfriends that demonstrate the ability to scatter a hostile mob and handle a medical emergency are likely to be of the permanent type. While life has no guarantees, it is safe to assume that the Briana model is, in fact, a good girlfriend.

Sounds like a great peacefull time

Just one more hour, Jennifer thought as she stretched. Who’d have thought being the boss would be so… boring. It was nothing but paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. “How’s it going over there, Matilda? You’ve been so quiet today.” Jennifer asked. “Hmm?” the girl looked up from her textbook. Jennifer wished she could tune out the world so easily. Everything was so distracting. The window, where she could see the kids outside playing. How she wished she could join them again. To be able to turn off her mind and forget about the world for thirty minutes, where nothing else mattered but the ball in your hand or the jump rope under your feet. “Is Hazel co-” Matilda started to say, but stopped when the ringing phone cut her off. “Yes, they're coming over tonight.” Jennifer said, butterflies beginning the swarm in her stomach at the thought. She picked up the phone. “Hello? This is Miss Honey.” She frowned. The top form teacher. Now what? Hortensia. Disruptive. Again. What a surprise. Jennifer shut her eyes in annoyance. Why couldn’t she deal with her for once? She was leaving in two days. If she wouldn’t stay seated in her chair then make her stand in the corner or something. But before she could even get a word in, Mrs. Pearl was already sending her to Jennifer’s office. Great. “Guess who’s coming?” Jennifer said sarcastically after hanging up the phone. Matilda snorted. “Maybe she just misses us.” Matilda giggled. “Should I open a window just in case?” Jennifer pressed her fist to her mouth to keep herself from laughing. Carol said she had been sent home for soiling her clothing again yesterday. She sighed when she heard a knock on the door. “Come in.” Jennifer called out. She put on her best rigid and strict face. A feat which was getting easier with her everyday. She was done playing around. But the face that poked their head around the door wasn’t Hortensia. It was Brian. Jennifer stared at him, eyes wide and grinned. “What are you doing here?” Not that she was complaining. She stood up and came around the desk to give him a hug. “Thought I’d come by a little early.” He held out an iced coffee to her. “Thank you!” She gasped, as her eyes widened. “Woah, that’s a lot of pictures!” a small voice said from around Brian’s legs. Hazel was staring wide eyed around the room. “We wanted to add our own.” Jennifer beamed. “Go on and show her what you drew for her.” Brian coaxed. Hazel handed over the piece of paper. Jennifer looked it over eagerly as Hazel pointed to every stick figure in her family, standing and waving in front of her house. Underneath it had her name and age. “And that’s you, Matilda, and Tens next door.” Jennifer’s smile faltered a moment. She did understand Hortensia was not her kid, right?” “I love it, sweetie, thank you. I’m going to hang it up here with my other favorites.” She taped it up next to the framed oil pastel portraits and giraffe. “Woah, who did those?” Brian asked. He came closer and examined them. “Did you buy these? No, wait, that’s Matilda in this one, isn’t it?” “Someone set them on my desk. I have no idea who. I wish I knew, I’d have them teach art classes.” “You’d think someone this good would put their name on the bottom.” Brian mused. “Where’s Tens?” Hazel asked. There was a knock on the door. Jennifer grinned and opened the door. It was time for her first round of punishment. “Hello, Hortensia, please, come in.” “Ten’s!” Hazel cried excitedly, bear hugging the girl the moment she stepped inside. Hortensia let out an audible “oof”. The older girl looked very uncomfortable. “Not so tight!” Jennifer warned. Didn’t want the kid to soil herself again. “Hi.” Hortensia managed to get out. She had her backpack dangling from one arm and a pained grimace on her face. “Will you come over and play a game with us after school? Please, we’re playing Dungeons and Dragons!” Hazel said. “Dungeons and Dragons?” A new voice asked. “Oh! The boyfriends here. Jen, you do realize you're dating a nerd, right?” “Hi Carol.” Jennifer said. “And yes, he is a nerd.” She was well aware of this fact. She found it endearing. “Did you need something?” “Oh, is that iced coffee?” She asked. “It’s so hot.” Jennifer cradled her cup protectively to her chest. “I’ll settle for the key to the supply cabinet, thanks.” Jennifer tossed her a keyring. “Well, I’ll let you get back to work, just wanted to give you our offerings and let you know we’re in the area earlier than expected.” Jennifer smiled and held up her cup. “Very much appreciated.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “I was really bored with this.” She gestured to her desk. “I can’t concentrate today.” “Maybe a quick kiss will help.” He put his lips to hers before pulling away. “This is very…” Jennifer grinned before kissing him back. “Very distracting.” she whispered. “Will you come?” Hazel pleaded. “Please.” “You’re welcome to come over, if you want.” Jennifer said. Hortensia bit her lip. “I can’t.” Hortensia mumbled. “I’m grounded.” That’s right. Tens was here for punishment. She had gotten distracted. “Have a seat and wait for me. I’ll deal with you soon.” She walked Brian and Hazel out to their car, and told them to go ahead and let themselves in. She headed back to her office with a spring in her step. Fifty more minutes. Her head was so full of thoughts of cuddling up with him on the couch that she almost ran head first into a man standing in the hallway. “Oh, I’m so sor-” Her voice trailed off. She spun around. Where had he gone? One second he was there, and the next… “Are you alright, Miss Honey?” one of the prefects asked. “Have you seen a man in here? Just now. Tall. Blonde.” “No, Miss Honey, I haven’t seen anyone.” Jennifer rubbed her eyes. Maybe she was tired. She hoped she had the energy tonight to stay up. Last time he was over she had fallen asleep on his shoulder during the movie and drooled on his shirt. He was still teasing her about it. Maybe that’s why he had brought her coffee. “Nevermind, I’m imagining things.” she walked towards her office, an uneasy feeling now in the pit of her stomach. She opened the door and jumped. He was there, standing over Hortensia, staring down at her. “Can I hel-” He vanished! She let out an inaudible moan. Another ghost! Why? Hortensia slowly turned in her seat to stare up at her. “Did you see that?” “See what?” “That man standing behind you! I just saw him out in the hallway, and then just now.” She let out another yelp. There was a transparent woman sitting in her desk chair with her finger to her lips. She heard a faint “shh” in her ear before the woman vanished. Boring, yes, she missed her boring day already. How nice of her boyfriend to stop by and bring her coffee and the ghost of his dead wife. “Don’t go.” Hortensia said softly. Jennifer looked to her and then to her empty desk chair. “You saw her?” Jennifer asked. Hortensia nodded. “That’s Hazel’s mom. I like her.” she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I met her when I was staying there. She visits me sometimes.” Jennifer's mouth hung open. “She visits you?” Why were different ghosts attracted to her? Amber and now this man Amber didn’t want her discussing. Not like she was going to take orders from a ghost. “Who’s the man?” “You Da man!” Jennifer let her face fall into her palm. “There was another ghost when I walked in standing behind you.” “There was?” Hortensia looked around the room. “Have you seen other ghosts besides her?” “A couple of kids.” “I’ve seen a kid in animal pajamas.” “Oh, yeah, I’ve seen her too, but she’s not one of them.” “Do you know who these children are?” Hortensia slowly nodded her head. “Well?” “The kids they dug up.” Jennifer felt her stomach flip. “Billy’s one of them.” “Billy? I-” Her words failed her. “It’s hard to focus in class when four ghosts want to play with you.” Jennifer opened her mouth and then shut it. All the talking and disruptive behavior… She’d be sending her off to a psychiatric consult if she hadn’t herself been haunted by her boyfriend's ex. “I haven’t seen them.” Jennifer said. “Yeah you have, you tried to get one of them to solve the math problem you put on the board.” Hortensia said. Jennifer couldn’t remember. She had been so focused on showing Mrs. Pearl Hortensia was smart. Very smart. Not Matilda smart, that was a whole nother level of intelligence, but if she could just apply herself, she’d easily get top marks in her grade. Jennifer put her head in her hands. This was too much. “There’s one right behind you.” Hortensia said. Jennifer spun. “Just kidding.” Oh this kid… Why had she been sent to her again? “ I can’t sit anymore.” Hortensia stood up and leaned against the wall, knocking a few pictures to the floor. Jennifer scowled. Now she remembered. She was refusing to stay seated. “Sit. Down. Hortensia.” Jennifer growled. The girl frowned and stared at the chair. Finally she shook her head. “Really?” This girl was getting on her nerves. Insinuating circumstances or not. “It hurts.” she mumbled. “What hurts?” “My ar-my butt. It burns.” Jennifer pinched the bridge of her nose and looked up at her. She frowned. She could see the grimace of pain on her face as she shuffled in place. Jennifer looked at the clock. Thirty minutes left. “Have you talked to Mrs. Rodgers about this?” “Why? She only has ice.” “Not this year. C’mon, follow me.” Jennifer stood up, “Matilda, we’re going to Carol’s office, I’ll be ba-” She stared at the girl hunched over on her desk, face planted in a book. Jennifer grinned. Don’t need a nap, huh? So that’s why she was so quiet through all this. She left her office, Hortensia shuffling along behind her. “Jennifer, hello, what can I do for you? Ready to share that iced coffee with me?” She was not. “I brought you a present.” She nudged Hortensia forward. “My butt hurts.” Hortensia moaned. “How thoughtful.” Carol said, lips pressed together as she eyed her. “Have fun.” Jennifer grinned. … “Alright, you know the drill.” Carol said. She hitched her thumb back towards the beds. “I guess you can lie down until school lets out.” Hortensia shuffled in place. “Do you have anything for it? It really hurts.” Carol frowned. “Not really much I can do. Your best bet’s soaking in the bath when you get home.” “There’s only a shower.” “There isn’t a tub in the house?” “In their bedroom, but I'm not allowed in there.” “Not even if you’re hurting?” Hortensia shook her head. “Does it itch?” She nodded. Carol scratched the back of her head in thought. “Alright, here.” She went to her desk and dug in her purse. “Go in the bathroom and wipe yourself down with this.” “A wet wipe? That’s all you have?” Hortensia scoffed. “It’s medicated, and it's mine.” “What’s it for?” “Piles.” “What’s that?” “Hemorrhoids, it’s an older person's problem, nothing for you to worry about. You probably didn’t clean yourself well enough, and that’s why it’s irritated.” “Does it cause sores?” “Hemorrhoids? Yes, quite painful.” “I think that’s what I have.” Carol scowled. “You’re a little young for that. Have you been constipated?” Hortensia shook her head. “I scratched it open and now it hurts!” “Rule number one: Keep your fingers out of your arse. I can’t believe I have to tell an eleven-year-old this. Go, go clean it. And wash your hands!” Hortensia glared at her before marching to the bathroom in the office. Carol sat at her desk and made a note of it in Hortensia’s folder. She frowned as she looked through all her past notes. This kid sure had been in her office a lot recently for butt related stuff. First soiling herself, now this. She was positive this had to do with hygiene, but she had said there was a sore. She flipped through the older notes. Reason for visit: Skinned knee. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Twisted ankle. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Crushed fingers. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Upset stomach. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Hurt feelings. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Panic Attack. Given Ice. Nothing unusual last year, but the year before that was interesting. Reason for visit: Rage attack. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Rage attack. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Rage attack. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Painful urination. Given Ice. Reason for visit: Pink Eye. Given ice. Reason for visit: Rage attack. Given ice. Reason for visit: Rage attack, Given Ice. Reason for visit: Soiled self. Given ice. Reason for visit: Pain in rectum. Given ice. Why so many rage attacks that year? She went back another year. Her stomach began to sink. She was noticing a pattern. Pain. Rage. Pain. Rage. She could hear a moan coming from the bathroom followed by crying. Shit! She didn’t like what she was seeing. Why hadn’t she noticed this before? She got up and knocked on the door. “Everything okay in there?” More sobbing followed by a “NO! It hurts!” “Come lie down when you can. I need to talk to you.” The bathroom door opened and a tear streaked face emerged. She followed her back to the beds and pulled up a chair. “You were in here for rectal pain two years ago. What caused it?” “I don’t know.” Hortensia said. “You were in my office for five rage attacks that month alone.” And that wasn’t counting all the attacks where they didn’t send her in. “Did something happen?” Hortensia shrugged. “This is important. We need to know.” Hortensia shrugged again. “Damn it, Hortensia! If something happened, you need to tell me!” Carol let out an agitated sigh. The girl had shut down. She went back to the cabinet and pulled out a pair of gloves. “Take off your pants. I want a look at that sore.” “I didn’t realize you were a arse doctor.” Hortensia said sarcastically. “You want to go to Camp Indoctrination?” Hortensia shook her head. “Then take off your pants, underwear too.” Carol locked the door as the girl got undressed. She bent down and looked. It was irritated, but that’s all. “I don’t see a sore.” “It’s inside.” Carol wanted a raise. She slipped the gloves on and spread it open. Fuck, that wasn’t a hemorrhoid. That almost looked like a…Her stomach dropped. She ripped off the gloves and collapsed in the chair. She had seen this plenty of times in her career. She felt numb. She stared at the girl before patting her on the back. “Get dressed. You need to go to the clinic.” “What? Why?” “Because you’re sick.” “Cynthia’s never going to take me.” “I’m taking you.” Hortensia stared at her a moment before sliding her underwear and pants back on. “If I’m not home in an hour I'll get in trouble.” Carol couldn’t make any promises, but if her hunch was right she wouldn’t be going back. She prayed she was wrong. …. “Jenny…” Him moaning her name was the sexiest thing she had ever heard. She had him pinned down on her bed, stroking him. Jennifer squeezed him harder, as she pulled away from his face and gasped for breath. She let out a soft disbelieving chuckle. She wanted him. It wanted him. Slow down. There were other things she still hadn’t tried. She reached into her nightstand drawer and felt around. She pulled out the bottle of cream. “Give me your finger.” she whispered. She squirted a glob of gel on it. “Put it on me.” He clumsily felt around, until she remembered what Carol had said. She moved his finger in place. Her head fell limply onto his chest. Her hand was on top of his keeping him in place. It was so warm. The difference was like night and day. She let out an involuntary groan. “Yes. Yes. Like that. Right there.” She moaned again. She was vaguely aware he had finished. She tried to resist the urge to wipe it off on him. “You’re so vocal tonight. It’s hot.” He whispered. “We’re definitely using that stuff again.” The phone was ringing by her head. She ignored it. They could leave a message. She was close. He was rubbing small, tight, circles. The feeling from the other night was coming over her. A moment later there was a knock on the bedroom door. She gritted her teeth. Not now Matilda! “MOM, MRS. RODGERS IS ON THE PHONE!” “TELL HER I’LL CALL HER BACK!” Jennifer shouted. She could hear a muffled voice outside her bedroom. “SHE SAYS IT’S AN EMERGENCY!” Reluctantly, she reached for the phone with her non sticky hand. “Hello?” She tried to keep her voice as normal and even tone as possible, but his fingers were still doing their thing. She listened. Hortensia was in the emergency room? She removed his hand from her panties and sat up. “Why? What’s going on?” She had only sent her to Carol’s so she wouldn’t have to deal with her. She didn’t know it was serious. “I will explain when you get here.” She hung up and jumped out of bed. “Everything okay?” “No, it’s Tens, she’s in the hospital.” She searched the room for her pants as visions of a mangled child splayed out in a hospital bed danced through her mind. Oh, what if she got hit by a car walking home? Or a bus? “I need to go.” “I’ll drive you.” They both threw their clothes back on and hurried down the stairs. “There you guys are.” Matilda said, sounding annoyed. “We’ve been waiting for you. How long does it take to show him your coin collection?” “Sorry, I’m very passionate about coins.” Brian said, a sheepish grin on his face. “Can we play now?” Hazel asked. “Sorry, change of plans. Hortensia’s in the hospital. I need to go see if she’s okay.” Jennifer said, grabbing her keys off the counter. She looked up and froze. The ghost man was back, now in her kitchen, gesturing impatiently for her to go. “Please tell me someone else sees him.” Everyone looked around before staring blankly at her. She’d take that as a no. They all piled into his van, ghost man included, as Jennifer gave directions. But as they got to the intersection, the ghost began pointing and gesturing to go left. Jennifer frowned. To get to the hospital, they’d have to turn right from here, not left. He continued to point left. The only thing left of here was the school, but why would he want her to go back there? She didn’t have time for this, but the man seemed desperate. Curiosity won out. “Go left, to the school. I left something there.” The ghost nodded his approval. If it wasn’t important, she could always grab her stuffed dog. “I’ll be right back.” The ghost also got out and gestured her forward. She followed him to her office. Everyone was gone now and the school was eerily quiet. She put the key in the lock and opened the door. She went to her desk and retrieved the worn stuffed animal. “Is this what you wanted me to get?” No. He was pointing down at the floor. She came around to the other side and saw a backpack sitting by a chair. Whose was this? She picked it up and opened it. She recognized that notebook. “You wanted me to get her backpack?” Jennifer asked. The ghost nodded and gestured for her to leave. “Why?” He again pointed to the door. Okay, okay. At least one of them cares about her homework. She piled back into the car with the stuffed dog and backpack and directed him to the hospital. When she got out of the car the ghost had rushed inside ahead. She hurried along after him, feeling like a dog owner getting pulled along by the leash. When she got inside she frowned. Carol was waiting for her. Along with a female police officer. She came forward, and before Carol could get a word out, the officer spoke. “Are you Jennifer?” “Yes?” She asked, confused. She looked to the officer then to Carol, who stood quietly with a grim stoic expression on her face. “I have some questions I need to ask you regarding Hortensia.” “Is she okay? What’s going on? Did she do something? Is she in trouble?” “She’s being removed from her current residence pending an ongoing investigation. You have been listed as her emergency contact. Are you prepared to take her in? If not, she will be placed in a group home.” “Yes. Yes! I’ll take her!” Her heart swelled with happiness. Finally! But… why? “Did something happen?” “You were right.” Carol said somberly. Jennifer’s stomach dropped. No! “Bruises?” Jennifer asked. That’s what she had been on the lookout for. “No, I’m afraid it’s much more serious than that.” She could feel stomach acid rising in her throat. “I found a sore in her anus.” Jennifer grimaced. “What? Is it serious? Is it infected or something?” “Yes, and yes.” Oh, no. She must be really sick. “I brought her here as soon as I saw it. I wanted a second opinion just to be sure it wasn’t a hair follicle or zit she scratched open or something before I raised any alarm bells.” “Okay?” “But the test came back positive.” “Positive for what?” Carol averted her gaze. “Positive. For. What?” “Syphilis.” … “I’M GOING TO KILL HIM! I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL HIM!” Jennifer was straining, fighting, screaming and kicking to get out of Brian’s grasp. They were in the parking lot. Security had kicked her out. He had her pinned in place with his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The more she thrashed the tighter he held on. “You need to calm down!” “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. I’M GOING TO KILL THAT SON OF A BITCH!” “You’re going to get yourself arrested!” “I’M GOING TO GUT HIM AND FEED HIS ENTRAILS TO THE PIGS!” “And who will look after her when everyone she cares about is in jail?” “SHE DESERVES TO BE THERE! HOW COULD YOU NOT LISTEN TO YOUR OWN DAUGHTER?” She went limp and began to sob. “H-how could t-they not know? I-It was so obvious!” It had happened to Jennifer just once and it had broken her. Hortensia was…Hortensia just a kid. And how long had this been going on for? He had… he had even sodomized her. He liked children. He liked the vulnerable. And what was more vulnerable than a girl with no more family left or an abused teenager asking for help? She flinched. His dead wife was in front of her, hands on Jennifers shoulders smiling sadly at her. A cancer patient. “Brian.” Jennifer asked softly. “Was your wife assaulted?” She could feel him stiffen against her. His grip laxed around her shoulders so that he was less restraining, more holding her against him. “In the parking garage of the hospital.” He said sadly. “She was already so weak from the chemo. She went downhill fast after that.” “So that’s why I can see you.” Jennifer whispered. His dead wif- Amber nodded. “And Hortensia.” She let out a yelp and jumped. She was suddenly surrounded by children on all sides. She recognized only one. Billy. He was the one she had called on in class. She looked around and gasped at the realization. He wasn’t just a child predator. He was a serial killer. He was the Buckinghamshire Boy Butcher, named for the four dead boys they dug up in the field. Four boys and one man. Her eyes searched for him, but he wasn’t in the crowd of restless spirits. It was odd, He didn’t fit Aidens MO. He had been so urgent for Hortensia to have her backpack. She still had it gripped in her hand. She should go see her. She hoped they would let her in now that she had calmed down. Jennifer wiped at her face. “You can let go. I’m okay.” He held her tightly for a moment in an affectionate embrace before rubbing at her shoulders. “You sure?” “Yeah, I need to go see her. I think i’ve calmed down enough now that I’ve got it out of my system. ” For now. She stared at the backpack. “She needs this for some reason.” She opened the zipper and reached inside for the dog. She pulled it out and frowned. Something green was all over its paw now. She rubbed at it, but it only smeared. Something…oily. She peeked further inside and pulled out a pack of strange looking crayons. “Oh, oil pastels, I haven’t used those in forever.” Brian said. Oil pastels? She opened her backpack all the way. She had seen a beige folder when she had shoved the dog in. Like the kind that had been left on her desk. She pulled it out and opened it. There was a note inside along with a painting of a woman sitting in a chair with a book next to a girl in a bed. Jennifer stared in amazement for a solid minute before she looked at the note. Dear Jenny, I’m sorry I broke your car and that I’ve been a pain in the arse all summer, even though you let me stay with you. I wish I would have had you as my teacher. You just make everything make sense. Mrs. Pearl kept accusing me of cheating on my math tests, until she saw me do that problem you put on the board. Did you see the look on her face? I wish I could still live with you instead of moving. You treat me like I matter. Cynthia acts like I’m a plague. The thing that I miss the most is you tucking me in at night and reading. (Don’t you dare tell anyone!) Jennifer couldn’t read the rest. Her eyes had begun to blur with fresh tears. She put the envelope back inside her backpack and zipped it up. “Would you mind watching Matilda for me? You can go back to my house and start the game. I don’t know how long I’ll be.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, I’ll call the house if I need a ride.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders one more time and whispered, “The police will handle this. He will get what’s coming to him in prison. They don’t take too kindly to pedophiles.” She walked through the automatic hospital doors and made her way to the front desk. The security guard who had thrown her out stepped in front of her blocking her path. She didn’t have time for this. She held up her hands. “I’m good now. I’m calm.” She was anything but. He had his arms folded across his chest eying her. “Please, I need to be with her. She’s just a kid.” “Steve, let her go.” He stared at her for a few more seconds before he backed down. She stepped around him and over to the window where a middle aged woman in scrubs was working. “Thank you.” she said softly. “What room is Hortensia…uhh…Smith?” She went by Smith, her mother’s maiden name, but it wasn’t her legal last name. It was her father’s last name, German and hard to pronounce, even harder to spell. “Or Bol, err Bul-” “I know who you’re looking for, I’ll take you back there.” Thank God for small towns. “If that was my kid i’d be raising hell too.” she said as they walked into the Emergency room. Jennifer stopped as she noticed a familiar face. “Matilda better not be hurt again.” The nurse who had looked after her daughter the last few trips playfully said when they met eyes. Jennifer shook her head. “I’m here for Hortensia.” The nurse's face fell. “I’m her guardian starting today.” “Can you take her for me, Meaghan?” her guide asked. The nurse, Meaghan, nodded before gesturing her off to the side. “She’s my patient.” “Has she said anything? And you know for sure it’s…sexual?” “Yes,” she said solemnly. “It’s sexual. She tested positive for Syphilis.” “And is there no other way to get it?” “It can be passed from mother to child at birth or through breastfeeding…” She saw a ray of hope. “But the signs of physical trauma indicate rough sexual intercourse with an adult male.” Jennifer shut her eyes. Him. “I want you to know we’re taking this very seriously.” “Has she said who?” She must have for them to take her out of Aiden’s house. “She was talkative when she was first brought in, but the moment the doctor started explaining what her symptoms were from, she shut down. She hasn’t said a word, not to me, the doctors, or the police.” Jennifer nodded in understanding. “I believe it’s her former guardian. She often claimed she hated it there. Her mother told me Hortensia had made allegations against him in the past.” Meaghan’s face crumpled in confusion. “If your kid is saying someone is hurting them, you get them away, you don’t make them their godparent.” “THANK YOU!” Jennifer said, clasping her palm to her forehead. “The police have to know about him! He’s a monster!” She watched Meaghan walk to the nurses station and pick up a clipboard and pen. “What’s this guy’s name?” “Aiden Redding.”

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Chapter 23: Shopping Trip Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “Don’t you look so cute in your widdle stroller!” Charlie announced as she strapped me in tightly, all after a humiliating car ride. She had unbuckled me from the car seat and placed me into the stroller, carefully strapping me in, making sure the middle strap pressed against my enormously thick nappy. It had been so long since we used this outside. Well… since… before everything, back when we were still dating I think! We had used it a few times at home, or around the garden, usually when I was feeling especially babyish, but mostly this thing was gathering dust in the hallway closet. Until today that is… on our trip to… the shopping centre. I think it had been even longer since I was last here, as we got everything delivered to our house these days. Charlie knew the risks for littles out in the world, so she was especially careful to keep me out of harm's way. But whatever was going on with Charlie threw all that safety and caution out the fucking window as I looked up at the huge building, dread building up in my chest as Charlie hung the changing bag on the back of the stroller and took the brake off. “Off we go!” “Where shall we go first?” She talked down to me, knowing full well that I couldn’t reply with the huge dummy gag in my mouth. “Mmmmph…” I mumbled, trying to squirm and free myself from the stroller. Sadly there was no way I was getting out of this without her help. “We could go see Dorothy at Little Clothing Co? Though maybe that’s not the best idea… and I supposed we have enough clothes for you. But oooh! We could go to Tot’s Nursery and see Marianne and baby Stephen! Would you like that?” I kicked and screamed as much as I could, but Amazon’s are cruel, heartless bastards when they want to be, and they designed all this stuff to prevent us fighting back. So all I could do was squirm and mumble a bit as Charlie pushed me up towards the elevator, the one that would take us right to Tot’s… “Hi, can I help… wait, Charlie?” Marianne said, upon realising just who her latest customer really was. “Hi Marianne. How are you?” Charlie replied. “I’m great, thank you! It’s been a while! How are… wait… is that Olivia?” “It sure is!” Charlie said, happily. “But isn’t she… isn’t this bad for her…” “The wig prevents people from recognising her.” “Then maybe you should have put one on too, hun… people know who you are now too…” Marianne said, making a very good point. “Ah… I’m sure it’s okay…” Charlie brushed it off, as if she didn’t care either way. “Well okay… but umm… can I ask why she’s like this? In public?” Marianne asked. “She needs a bit of baby time after her little outburst at work.” “Ah… yeah, I saw that… It wasn’t a great look, I will admit. But hey, she looks absolutely precious, so no complaints from me!” Marianne smiled at my wife. “So, what can I help you with today?” “Looking for some… restrictive items.” “Restrictive… items? But… I thought…” “Just for a bit of research.” Charlie said, lying out of her arse. “So we both get an idea of what we’re up against and how it feels for the littles.” “Oh… okay…” Marianne replied, not sure about the explanation. But she probably didn’t care, she wasn’t exactly the biggest ally of littles… and Charlie was about to give her a massive sales bonus… so Marianne’s morals were neatly packed away into a box and shoved deep inside her heart where she can happily pretend they don’t exist. “So what kind of things? A cute hug jacket? Spiked booties? We have a bunch of things that Little Clothing Co don’t stock anymore, thanks to their insistence on pushing the ‘free littles’ thing…” “Why don’t you show me a few things? No limit on how extreme they are…” Charlie replied, making my heart stop for a second. This confirmed it. This was not my Charlie. Doppelganger or whatever… this wasn’t the woman I married. There is no universe in which… ugh who am I kidding, there probably is a universe in which there are evil versions of us, we just haven’t met them yet. Maybe this is an alternate universe evil Charlie and she’s replacing mine? No… that’s stupid… or… is it? Before I could delve deeper into that rabbit hole, the stroller was jolted forward, bringing me out of my thoughts, and pushed down an aisle labelled ‘Punishments’. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the various punishment items on display on the shelves down this aisle, each one sending shivers down my spine. From feeding tubes and other kinds of tubes that… no, I’m not even going to explain… also spanking implements, restrictive clothing with spikes and locks and various other torturous accessories, enema kits, cruel sex toys… honestly it just got worse and worse as we wandered slowly down the aisle, our own personal store guide explaining how each thing worked with the enthusiasm of a typical sales clerk. Charlie would pick up the occasional thing, maybe even ‘test’ it by playing out the scenario in her head whilst holding it, even wrapping a collar around my neck without locking it at one point to test it’s fit. And with each one that she picked up… she happily put it in the trolley that Marianne was pushing for her. “How about some hypnosis?” Marianne suggested, stopping my heart in an instant. My nanites protected me, but for her to even suggest… Sadly that wasn’t the worst of it though, as Charlie replied with something that broke my heart completely. “I’d love to… but it won’t work on my little Princess. She’s resistant to it.” “Really? That’s fascinating… how about the… umm…” “The what?” Charlie asked, curious about what Marianne was hinting at. “You’ve heard of this new stuff, right?” Marianne whispered. “Oh the stuff that completely melts a little’s mind?” “Yeah. We don’t advertise it or stock it on the shelves, due to the backlash recently regarding forcibly adopting littles. I guess that’s all thanks to… your book… and this little one here…” “Yeah, sorry about that.” Charlie said… actually apologising to this creepy fuck for making little’s lives slightly better… I needed to know what had happened to my Charlie and who this imposter is… because this was scary and I needed my Charlie back. And Marianne… I thought she was better than this! But then we haven’t spoken to her in forever, probably since the wedding. Charlie has been busy with her book, I’ve been busy with getting elected and being an MP, and honestly we weren’t even close to Marianne either, we were much closer to Dorothy… …Dorothy… If I could get over to Little Clothing Co, Dorothy will be there! She’ll be able to help! Filled with a surge of adrenaline, I finally had hope of escape! All I had to figure out was how to get away from Charlie… all the way over to Little Clothing Co… despite all this restrictive clothing… As I thought about all the different steps I’d need to take just to get to Dorothy at her store… I started losing that sudden hope and determination. I’d still try… but I wasn’t going to get my hopes up now. I’d have to wait for a miracle to happen in order to do something, but at least I had something to watch out for now, some small glimmer of hope to escape from my wife. Escape my wife. I never thought I’d have to do that. Or even think about it. “It’s okay. This new hypnosis works wonders! I used it on Stephen a while back, it even works on betweeners like him!” Marianne said with a cruelty in her voice. “Really? That’s impressive. What’s he like now?” “He’s Mummy’s little precious baby boy now. But much better behaved. I tried so hard to train him to be a better person, even a better baby… but there was no snuffing out that fiery temper of his. So I used the hypnosis and it turned him into my precious angel, willing to do anything for Mummy. There’s nothing left of his old self now, he’s just this little angel, empty headed and thickly padded.” “That sounds perfect. My little one could do with a bit of that.” My whole body froze in fear. “She’s been rather bratty on TV, I’ve noticed.” Marianne commented. “Too bratty. That’s why I think she’s better off like her friend, Amber.” Replied Charlie. Right… I needed to escape. Now. Whoever this Charlie is… is not my Charlie… and this Charlie was now threatening my life. So I needed to wait for any opportunity to escape. Even if I have to crawl my damn way to Dorothy’s store, I’ll do it. “Oh did she…?” Marianne trailed off. “Yeah, mind wiped. Now she’s a drooling little pamper packer for her Mummy, my old friend.” “I bet she’s happier now she doesn’t have to worry about anything ever again…” My blood boiled at the way this supposed ‘friend’ was talking about Amber… about how I should be treated… Remind me not to send a Christmas card this year. Though at this rate… I’ll be writing them in crayon, and I’ll be lucky if I’ll be able to even do that. “Yeah, she’s much happier. No bills, no job, no nothing. Just a happy, giggly little baby.” “I like this side of you, Charlotte…” Marianne said with a cruel smile. “Where did this come from? I thought you were all for little’s rights and all that rubbish…” “Nah, just pretended to be. Been waiting for my opportunity. Anyway, what hypnosis do you have?” “If it doesn’t work, just bring it back for a refund. Anyway, follow me into the back, why don’t we put little Olivia into the play area like last time. We got rid of that faulty robot, it’s just a basic playpen now.” “Is that where Stephen is?” “Oh no, he’s with a babysitter right now, so Olivia will have the play area all to herself!” “That’s a great idea then. Means I can grab a few things around the store without her knowing. I know my baby looooves surprises!” Charlie said, grinning down at me as she followed Marianne over to the big glass-walled room at the back. This play area brought back memories. Mostly bad ones. I’d only been here once, that time I tricked Stephen into attacking me and I swore a lot so that the nanny robot would punish him long enough for me to get away. Now the creepy robot was gone, but I was still in this brightly coloured playpen, sitting on the floor, feeling miserable, unable to even occupy my mind by playing with toys… because Charlie hadn’t removed the thick mittens from my hands. So whilst Charlie was off adding god-knows-what to our cart… I was sitting here, looking around, unable to move or fight or talk or anything. No other littles were in here at the moment, and the store outside the glass walls was mostly empty. Honestly… the shopping centre was mostly empty, but that was to be expected as it was during working hours midweek. But still… I was expecting more people about. What I wasn’t expecting, as I people-watched through the glass wall, the only thing I could actually do in this childish prison… was what, or should I say who, walked in. She wandered the aisles on the opposite side of the store, looking up and down the shelves, inspecting every little item they stocked. Just casually taking her time, without a care in the world. I swear… she should be in a crib somewhere, sucking on a dummy… most likely in the same way Amber is and I’m going to soon be in… not wandering about like nothing has happened. But as I watched her closely… I saw a look of… disgust? Was that seriously a look of disgust on her face? That face that caused me so much pain… so much heartache… Climbing to my knees to get a better look, at least as best as I could with these thick booties and mittens on… my initial thoughts were confirmed. It was disgust. Was she… was she… actually disgusted by these items? These same items she used against me all that time ago? Had Madison… actually been rehabilitated? ======================================================= My cliffhangers are on point with this story. I'm getting a steady amount of spanking threats, and that's how I judge whether or not I'm doing my job well If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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Market Research I’d been doing the occasional bit of Market Research for the past few years. It helped supplement my pension and the lady who owned the company was very nice keeping me in mind for several major studies and investigations. Hillary Crown Partnership was the name of her company and the lady herself was a nice middle-aged woman who looked after her clients very well. I’d been involved in some wonderful campaigns and had occasionally seen the result of those campaigns appear on TV advertising a few months or years later on. Of course it wasn’t all just reviewing brands for Supermarkets, or looking at what advert appeals to which section of the public, no, I’d been involved in political focus groups and assorted things I’d had to sign an NDA (None Disclosure Agreement) to even be considered for participation. Yes it was always very special when I got a call from Hillary and she might hint at the assignment, which was always tempting for me as I had precious little else going on in my life. My partner Sam died nine years ago and I had no family and very few friends, we’d lived a pretty cellular life that perhaps a hermit would have been proud of. Anyway, after his death and the opportunity to be involved in this Market Research business came along, I jumped at the chance to give me something, even just occasionally, to cling on to. * This one I’m about to undertake is another of those ‘secret’ campaigns where a NDA was required before I could even be considered. Hillary had said that it was aimed at the ‘over 65s’ and she thought I’d be an ideal contributor. Now, I’m actually 71 but I flatter myself I can get away with being in my late 50s, but I could just be fooling myself. However, one or two people have commented on the fact I don’t look my age and appear younger so if nothing else it’s boosted my ego. I put it down to never having children but who’s to say? Having said that, I do have an occasional heart flutter, the rheumatoid arthritis makes my knees ache on a wet day, my fingers lack too much manipulation so I now can only write in a spidery scrawl, I’m slightly incontinent (especially at night) and I’m on the verge of Type 2 diabetes, so, nothing to write home about. Oh, except, I still have a full head of hair. I had to fill in a questionnaire before the meeting but Hillary had insisted it was most important that our answers were as truthful as possible. It was mainly a sort of a walk down memory lane. Our favourite music, movie, holiday and various other memory related questions. They also asked us to make a short video of ‘a typical day’. I sent a very short one of me in my pyjamas getting up, making a pot of tea and telling whoever would be viewing it to rewind and play three more times and then I went back to bed. I thought it was fun (though unfortunately truer than I meant it to be) and hoped they’d get the gag. They did and I was accepted onto the research programme, although for what wasn’t disclosed except it was for the benefit of the elderly. Which I thought was a good planning strategy as that was an ever increasing number of the population. * There were twenty of us that congregated in Meeting Room 1 (the largest) at a hotel in town. Surprisingly, the people who greeted us were all quite young and had that well-groomed look that we of a certain age and disposition quite liked. Their attitude was both welcoming and friendly and there was tea, coffee and biscuits available throughout what was supposed to be a one hour ‘introductory event’. For our participation we’d receive a ‘thank you’ of £60 (about the going rate) but as the programme progressed, if you were still involved then more would be on offer. Just what the final amount might be was kept under wraps. I was amazed at the cross-section of us old age pensioners (OAP) that they’d gathered. Of course I didn’t know anyone but a few were already chatting to each other as if they’d known each other all their lives, whilst I sat quietly on the outskirts just watching the interaction. Ben, or so it said on his badge, which incidentally we were all wearing to identify ourselves, sidled up and asked if I was okay. “Fine, fine, just not used to so many old people all in one place.” I shrugged. “Not one for bingo then,” he joked. I gave him one of my wry and knowing grimaces and hoped he’d understand. Now this may sound silly, and maybe it is, but in my head I don’t feel like a seventy-one year old. Yes, even with all the accompanying aches and pains I just don’t see myself the age I am. Since Sam died I’ve let my mind wander and many times I’ve enjoyed being childish, watching kids TV programmes and I even bought myself a LEGO set, which I actually enjoy building up. Another, possibly sad fact is, since Sam died, I sleep with a three foot tall teddy bear which I call Sammy. I also wear protection because, as I’ve implied, I can be slightly incontinent. But enough about my proclivities, as soon as I’m with other oldies, and they’re talking about families and grand-kids, I feel weird because I’m not part of that ‘team’, I’m on the loners team and then that’s what makes me feel old. I can’t quite explain it but suddenly a gloom and inevitability of impending death surrounds me and I... well... it’s just a peculiar feeling. “Not one for social groups then?” Ben enquired with his practised professional gentle interrogation. “Not really, hate small talk and general jibber-jabber... sorry.” “No, no, we know this isn’t for everyone and to be honest, that’s the kind of feedback we’re after.” I looked at him suspiciously because I know from past research groups I’ve been involved with, that is just what they want – loads and loads of opinions and feedback. If you don’t talk or have an opinion you’re generally no use to them and you don’t get asked back. “Oh well, I’ll try and be forthcoming in my assessment of whatever it is your company is offering.” I smiled my usual non-committal smile and he just patted my shoulder and disappeared. Meanwhile, I went over, got myself a cup of tea and a couple of custard creams and wondered back to find a seat for the start of the meeting. * Ben, Sabrina, Asim, Angela and Cordulla where the five young people who were our leaders as, after we all introduced ourselves, we were broken up into groups of four with one of them keeping the research questions on track. Ben was in charge of my little group of two males and two females. I didn’t mind but wondered if, as I’m gay and there were quite a few ‘related’ questions, if I’d be inhibited from answering ‘honestly’. The questionnaire was the basis so we started easily enough - what sort of feelings did our favourite music, movie or memory evoke. We had a wide selection of tastes in music so wasn’t sure the research group would get much from that but the two ladies, Joan and Greta’s favourite movies were RomComs (I can’t remember the titles), the other chap’s was Ben Hur and mine was Home Alone. We all then looked to see the reaction of Ben (not Hur). He had that practised and understanding smile on his face, he wasn’t giving anything away. Anyway, that part was informal but then we went onto what were our feelings about getting old. The two old ladies said they didn’t mind as they had between them a family of ten children, ten grandchildren and two great grandchildren and it was they that kept them ‘young at heart’. The other guy, Douglas, who was seventy six, was a bit like me, less forth-coming but was also alone, although he’d been married to Hilda for over forty-four years and had three grown-up kids he rarely saw... them having moved to different parts of the country. He said in a less than candid moment he was just waiting for death as he hated being alone in his big house. When Ben asked if he’d ever thought about selling up and moving into sheltered housing he looked glum and said no - it was where his memories were. I heard the two ladies sigh at this revelation and, from the comments made; I could see they were determined to get a little group together to help support him. For me, I said that, as we lived a less than conventional life, Sam and I were used to being alone so, being alone now didn’t worry me. I’m not sure if they knew I was lying but there were nods and sighs from our little quintet. To be honest there’s many a night when I can let myself get so depressed the last thing I want is to wake up in the morning. Of course I do and, after changing if I’ve got a wet nappy to deal with, try and think of things to occupy myself, which often is little more than watching TV or listening to my collection of albums. Sometimes the music of my youth can get me quite excited at memories of past concerts and festivals I attended with mates or with Sam, but then I just wish he was still with me and I get all maudlin. Even as the others were talking I slipped back to memories I had of the two of us together. It wasn’t easy being a gay couple at the beginning of our relationship but thankfully it did get easier. Although we were not in the forefront of Gay Rights, we both contributed what we could. * We were in our mid-twenties when we met, Sam was older by a couple of years. I’d lived abroad for a few years and it was whilst there I realised how gay I was. There were quite a few ‘experimentations’ – some loving, some painful and some downright kinky (or so I thought in my naiveté) although now they just seem like a sort of ‘rites of passage’. After working for a couple of years straight from school, and being bored out of my mind, I went to join my brother who was a volunteer teacher in Africa. My idea was to spend a couple of weeks over Christmas with him and then hitch from where he was based down to Cape Town and possibly get a job on ship or yacht to take me to my next (unknown) destination. I wanted adventure and decided if I didn’t do it now, then I’d never do it. So resigned my job, checked my bank account and said farewell to mum and hoped for the best. I don’t suppose it’s something many people do these days, the world has got a lot more dangerous, but back then, it wasn’t so bad. As I said, I met quite a few people on my journey and fairly early on, in the back of a bar in Bulawayo, my naïve young cock was sucked by a forty-odd year-old farmer called Wilf who invited me back to stay overnight. Despite my doubt (and terror) about the prospect he was so insistent that after a few beers I accepted his offer. That night I lost my virginity... more than once if that’s possible. We were in the middle of nowhere, his house was nothing but a shack, so my screams as I was introduced to the ‘pleasures’ of anal went unheard... except possibly by some local wild animals, which if I remember correctly were also howling loudly as they had sex. Of course, the first time is rarely forgotten even if you’ve tried to bury it as deep as possible, it will still bounce back to haunt you. However, as I remembered that night yet another occasion came flooding back when I was in a different town and somehow I’d become the object of a local celebrity’s attention. That wasn’t as special as it sounds because the populous was so small, and where everyone knew everyone else (and their business) a new face was bound to attract attention. Now, although he was much older (mid to late fifties) I was flattered and as he was nice, polite and promised nothing untoward would happen (and I’d been hitch-hiking and living in a small pup-tent for a few weeks so was desperate for a hot bath) I took up his offer. Okay, so, despite having had a couple of ‘experiences’ on my hitch-hiking journey up to that point, I wouldn’t say I was an expert and still unbelievably unsophisticated. After a wonderful hot shower in his luxurious bathroom I returned to find he’d set out on the bed some fresh items of clothing for me to wear. He sat there beaming as he invited me over to join him and I was convinced he wanted my bum because of the eager smile I received as I arrived wearing only a towel. At that time in my life there were no love handles or anything but soft to firm young muscles but even softer skin. As a naïve, five foot eight and ‘cute’ twenty year old, with flowing curly blond hair and ‘lovely green eyes’ (said to me by a girl who was desperate to get into this then eighteen year old’s pants) there was an innocence to me that others found very attractive. However, he patted the bed next to him and invited me to lie out on a soft foam pad that was there. It had cute little characters and was plainly something for a baby or toddler and had some white cotton material draped over it. The thing is, and I’m sorry if you think I lacked any gumption at all, but I felt I owed him something for offering me a place to stay for a couple of days (which is what he suggested) so thought “Why not”? Astonishingly, he flipped the towel away and poured oil onto my crotch and gently rubbed it in. Then shook baby powder all over the same area and put me in pre-prepared folds of material, which he pulled up between my legs and fastened into place. Now I was stunned because I had reacted, well my dick had, to his gentle caress but was struck dumb and wasn’t sure what to do as he rubbed my hardening cock through the fabric... though only for a few seconds. “I’m glad you’re enjoying this.” He smiled as he gently made sure the material fitted around me perfectly. I wasn’t but my cock didn’t know that and I just didn’t know what to do. I was wearing a thick white terry fabric nappy and he was cooing at me as if I was a little baby. I lay there mortified... that is until he blew a huge raspberry on my powdered tummy and that set me off giggling. After that he had me parading around his home wearing just the nappy, which he said brought back happy memories for him. He never explained what those memories were. Now, the outcome of this encounter was that I ended up staying with him for a week and the only stipulation was that I wore a nappy the entire time. As it was hot most of the time I wore shorts, which he liked as they were quite short (as was the fashion at the time), so I wasn’t fooling anyone if I’d try to deny anything... the bulge and the obvious fabric occasionally on show below my shorts leg giving the game away. Thankfully, no one made much in the way of nasty comments and I did get quite a number of similar offers from gentlemen of a certain age. I suppose I looked cute, perhaps even stunning and for some unknown reason didn’t actually mind the attention. His house was fantastic, he treated me with kindness and understanding and when we were alone and not meeting his very influential friends, who all seemed to know the deal; even if I pretended I didn’t, he never once suggested or instigated having sex. Kenneth was his name and although there was no sex there were plenty of hugs. He just loved patting the thick padding and hugging me tightly and say stuff like “Oh Gordy, sweetness, you don’t know just what you’re doing for me.” He just wanted a ‘boy’ he could look after and I quickly found, curling up in his arms on a night, watching TV and sucking juice or milk from a bottle quite a lovely experience. He liked me to wet my padding though wasn’t keen on any messing, although at one point did say that if I wanted to he wouldn’t mind. The thought of walking around anywhere with a full nappy I thought was quite disgusting so avoided that as much as possible. Except, one morning (the night before we’d had a very hot curry and I hadn’t taken to it) I didn’t get to the toilet in time and between the bedroom and the bathroom, my bowel decided it needed urgent emptying. I was very embarrassed though he took it in his stride and had me cleaned up and in another nappy with what seemed like practised ease. As a child you don’t necessarily remember the times mummy or daddy or someone changes your messy nappy but at twenty it certainly left an impression. At the time I kept telling myself how wrong this was but back then I was a ‘people pleaser’ and often put other’s needs before my own. I thought he was a strange and pervy bastard when I recounted this story to anyone else, but in truth, he was as gentle and as loving as anyone I’d ever known. Certainly compared to that painful first night in Bulawayo... I was still feeling sore a good week after I hitch-hiked out of that town. Anyway, when I returned back to the UK, I nervously called in at the town’s only gay pub and saw Sam in the middle of a group of guys and they were laughing and joking... * With that memory I welled-up but tried to hide it from the others in our small focus group. That image of my young and handsome boyfriend, later, many years later, to become my Civil Partner, holding the entire group in hilarious rapture as he told one of his many, many amusing anecdotes to me he was like a beacon. I may have had some experience of reacting to people but I’d never felt such a rush of emotion as I watched him time and time again reduce his audience into fits of laughter. He saw me sitting alone and came over and dragged me protesting into that group. Up until then it was the best night of my life. After a few weeks of seeing him in the pub I eventually dared ask him out to a party that one of the lads was holding. He agreed and when we arrived at the student’s hall of residence where it was being held, and at the specified time, we were the first ones there. Under a fairly inactive glitter-ball we stole our first nervous kiss and, after another fifteen minutes when still no one else arrived he suggested we go back to his place and have a party of our own. That night was the next best night ever. He taught me not to rush things, I taught him... “And what about you Gordon?” I came out of my reflections to see Ben and the other’s looking at me and waiting on my reply. I had no idea what the question had been. “Sorry, sorry, just, erm... you know...uuummm...” “That’s alright Gordon we know that we’re dragging up memories and sometimes they are more important than what we’re talking about.” He nodded as if he understood so I nodded back and gave my full attention. * Later, when the hour was up and Ben was thanking everyone for their attendance, just as I was about to shuffle out he asked me to stay behind for a moment as there was something he wanted to ask about on my questionnaire. The two ladies had taken to Doug and as they exited looked back at me with warm smiles and said they hoped they’d answered all the questions correctly and added to the research. Ben was full of praise for their contributions. “Okay, Gordon, I’m sure this isn’t what you might have imagined.” He looked a bit nervous as he spoke, “But we’d like you to go on to the next round of interviews... if you’d like to of course.” “Well, to be honest, I’m not sure what you gleaned from what you’ve just heard. I mean there were no products discussed, no advertising campaign, no....” “You’re correct of course,” he interrupted, “but we are planning something which we hope will be for the benefit of some members of the elderly... but we need people like you to help.” He touched my arm as if he was imploring me to continue. “Of course, there is an extra bonus if you do continue AND, if you complete the course, you will be one of the first to benefit from our programme. “What’s the programme?” “Ah, that’s just the trouble... I can’t tell you just yet but I can promise you this... it is revolutionary.” “When would you want me to start?” “Well, if you’re doing nothing at the moment then we can start immediately.” He seemed excited to offer this option. It was true I had nothing else on and could quite happily sink another tea and a few biscuits but thought for a few moments longer before I agreed. “Oh, that’s fantastic Gordon, you won’t regret this.” Ben seemed relieved. He pointed to another room further down the hall and there were just one other person sat at the table with a menu.” “What’s all this?” I enquired. “Well, I thought we might all get to know you and Elsie here a little better over lunch. What do you say?” “Are there no others joining us?” “Let’s just say, at the moment, you two are the only ones who made it to take part in the next phase.” I suppose they wanted us to feel we were special and I saw Elsie straighten her back and wiggled demurely as if to prove that they were correct in their assumption. Yes indeed, Elsie knew she was special. So eighteen down and it was just us two but we still had no idea what on Earth we were selected for. The only thing they kept insisting is that it was for the benefit of the elderly and that we’d proved, by our open answers so far, to be the type of people they would need for this to progress any further. So, although it appeared to make little sense I was happy to get a free lunch anytime so happily sat down and perused the proffered menu. I thought I might struggle with the steak so settled on Salmon – lime and coriander coated crumbs in a light soy sauce - or some such thing. I thought I was going to enjoy the next stage if they were going to feed us so royally. The five of them, and the two of us sat around the table and they seemed happy to let us reminisce as much as we liked “After all,” they reminded us, “this was what the programme was all about.” However, we still had no idea what that was... though lunch was superb. ** tbc

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

Sultan's

Me thinking my diaper doesn't show.

There are only two segments in the next scene, but Vickie's diapered state will figure largely in the second one, which is a fantasized version of what happened to me in real life shortly after my 14th birthday, all the way back in March of 1960.

Chapter 7 - Aria's new job Aria had been tossing and turning all night, her mind racing with thoughts of her first shift at the pharmacy She lived in a small studio apartment on the outskirts of the city. It wasn't much, but it was all she could afford on her entry-level salary. The walls were thin, and she could hear her neighbors arguing through the walls, but she tried not to let it bother her. She had a small kitchenette, a bathroom, and a bed that pulled out from the wall. It wasn't luxurious, but it was home. Aria groaned as she rolled out of bed, her body feeling stiff and sore from the lack of sleep. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock on her nightstand. It was already 7:30, and she was supposed to be at work at 9:00. She cursed under her breath and quickly got dressed in khaki slacks and a collared tee. Dress code wasn't something discussed when she got accepted for the job, but just in case, she is going to dress conservatively. She stumbled into the kitchenette and opened the fridge, hoping to find something quick and easy for breakfast. All she had was a carton of eggs and a loaf of bread. She quickly scrambled the eggs and toasted a slice of bread, washing it down with a cup of black coffee. She checked her reflection in the small mirror above the sink, making sure her hair was neatly pulled back and her makeup was applied. As she headed out the door, she grabbed her purse and her bag of supplies, double-checking that she had everything she needed. She took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway, ready to face the day. The train ride to work was long and crowded, and Aria found herself getting more and more anxious as the minutes ticked by. She tried to distract herself by reading over her notes, but her mind kept wandering back to the pharmacy. What if she messed up at the register? What if she couldn't keep up with the demand? What if her coworkers didn't like her? When she finally arrived at the pharmacy, she was relieved to see that it was a bustling, lively place. There were people everywhere, and the energy was palpable. She took a deep breath and headed inside, ready to start her shift. As she made her way to the back, she was greeted by her manager, Jasmine. Jasmine was a tall, imposing woman with a stern expression, and Aria felt herself shrinking under her gaze. But then Jasmine broke into a smile, and Aria felt herself relax. "Welcome aboard, Aria," Jasmine said, shaking her hand firmly. "I've heard great things about you." Aria smiled and thanked her, feeling a surge of confidence. She followed Jasmine to the back of the pharmacy, where she was introduced to the rest of the team. There was Sarah, the bubbly cashier, and Tyler, the quiet, studious pharmacy tech. They all seemed friendly and welcoming, and Aria felt herself starting to relax. Aria sat in the break room as Jasmine played through multiple cheesy training videos. Once she was through she found Jasmine in the store where she was then directed to find Sarah for her next set of training. Sarah was a friendly girl in her early 30s with long blonde hair and a warm smile. She showed Aria around the store and explained her duties for the day. One of Aria's tasks was to help stock the shelves, which Sarah demonstrated for her. As they walked through the store, Aria couldn't help but notice the large selection of adult diapers. She had never seen so many in one place before and made a mental note of it. Sarah saw her looking and laughed. "Yeah, we sell a lot of those," she said. "We actually have one aisle for single diapers for grab-and-go and another aisle for diaper packages. They're one of our top-selling products." Aria was surprised. She had never really thought about it before. She knew that many people relied on adult diapers for their daily lives, but this seemed more than that. There were diapers of all shapes and sizes, colors, features and fashion. Some of the diapers had illustrations that Aria actually found to be really cool on their own. As they continued stocking the shelves, Sarah explained the different types of diapers they carried and the differences between them. Aria was fascinated with the nuances and took notes so she could remember everything. “Cloth backed…plastic backed….elastic waistband…hook and loop system so that the tapes can be reapplied multiple times…extra thick for added comfort—hmmm that’s interesting” Aria noted to herself. “Why would someone want thick diapers? isn’t the general idea that diapers should be discreet so that it doesn’t intrude on the person’s daily life?” Aria asked “Well…some people wear diapers and only want it’s support and it to fully disappear, while some other people…embrace the presence of the diapers” chuckles Sarah. When they finished, Sarah showed Aria how to use the register and ring up customers. Aria was a little nervous at first, but Sarah was patient and walked her through the process step by step. The rest of the day was a whirlwind of activity. Aria was constantly on her feet, stocking shelves, answering questions, and helping customers. She was surprised at how quickly the time passed, and before she knew it, her shift was over. As she headed home on the train, Aria felt a sense of accomplishment. She had survived her first shift, and she had done it well. She couldn't wait to get back and do it all again tomorrow. When she arrived back at her apartment, she was exhausted but happy. She kicked off her shoes and collapsed onto the bed, feeling grateful for the soft, comfortable mattress. She thought about the day and all the people she had helped, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. As she drifted off to sleep, Aria smiled. She was at the right place in her life, a steady job with nice people. She was excited to see where this new chapter in her life would take her. The next few weeks were a blur of activity for Aria. She quickly settled into a routine, waking up early, taking the train into the city, and working long hours at the pharmacy. She loved the fast-paced environment and the constant challenge of learning new things. Chapter 8 - Aria’s crush Over the next few weeks, Aria settled into her new role at the pharmacy. She became an expert at stocking shelves and ringing up customers. She even started helping Sarah with inventory and ordering supplies. Aria had been working at the pharmacy for a few months now, and she had grown accustomed to the regular customers that came in. One of her favorites was a guy named Alex, who came in every week to pick up his prescription. Alex was always friendly and engaging, and Aria found herself looking forward to their brief conversations. They would chat about everything from the weather to their favorite TV shows, like Big Brother and Ozark. Aria couldn't help but feel a spark between them, but she wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking. Over time, their conversations grew longer and more personal. Alex would ask Aria about her hobbies and interests, and she would do the same. They discovered that they both loved hiking and trying new foods. One day, as Alex was leaving the pharmacy, he turned to Aria and said, "Hey, I know this is a little out of the blue, but I was wondering if you'd like to join me on a hike this weekend? I know a great trail that's not too far from here." Aria was surprised but excited at the invitation. She had been hoping that Alex would ask her out, but she hadn't expected it to happen in such a casual way. She smiled and said, "I'd love to." They exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up on Saturday morning. Aria was on cloud nine as she finished up her shift, feeling like she was floating on air. Over the next few days, Aria couldn't stop thinking about the upcoming hike. She was excited to spend more time with Alex and see if there was a possibility for something more. When Saturday finally arrived, Aria was a bundle of nerves. She had spent hours getting ready, trying on different outfits and fussing with her hair. She wanted to make a good impression. As she pulled up to the trailhead, she saw Alex waiting for her. He was dressed in hiking boots and a backpack, and he looked even more handsome than she remembered. “I packed extra water as we should probably stay hydrated in this random heat wave” Alex explained. Alex went to explain that he just learned about this equation that accounts for distance of hike, elevation, and weather conditions to determine how much water to bring. They spent the next few hours hiking and talking. Aria was surprised at how comfortable she felt around Alex. They laughed and joked about the last season of Big Brother, and Aria felt like she had known him for years. As they reached the top of the trail, Aria started to feel the effects of all the water they’d been drinking on her bladder, but she quickly dismissed it as she wanted to be in the moment with Alex. As they reached the highest elevation, they stopped to take in the view. Alex turned to Aria and said, "Hey, I know this might be a little forward, but I have to tell you, I've really enjoyed getting to know you. I was wondering if you'd like to go out on a proper date sometime?" Aria felt her heart skip a beat. She had been hoping that this was where things were headed, and she was thrilled that Alex felt the same way. "I'd love to," she said, feeling a rush of happiness. Smiling ear to ear they both held hands as they walked back down the trail to end the hike. Aria’s urgency to pee increased dramatically as they continued hiking. Aria didn’t want to pee in the woods because she was still getting to know Alex and for that, required a certain comfort level. As they reached the end of the trail, Aria couldn't ignore the growing urgency in her bladder any longer. She luckily spotted the bathrooms and quickly rushed ahead, telling Alex she needed to use the restroom. She could feel her face flushing with embarrassment, but she also knew she couldn't hold it any longer. She ran to the door of the bathroom and it was locked! She felt a drop escape into her panties and she grabbed her crotch and ran to the other side of the bathroom to access the door. To her relief, and sudden semi-squirt of pee relief, the door atlarmly slammed open from someone exiting. She rushed in, and made it to the toilet just in time and let out the loudest waterfall she’s ever felt. “Ahhhhhhhhh” she sighed in relief. As she returned to Alex, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed about the whole situation. But to her surprise, he just smiled at her with understanding and didn't make a big deal out of it. As they walked back to their cars, Aria couldn't help but feel grateful for the beautiful day and the unexpected turn their hike had taken. And although she had been a bit embarrassed about needing to use the bathroom, she also felt a sense of comfort and trust with Alex, knowing that he was understanding and caring about her needs. Chapter 9 - Aria’s braces Over the next few weeks, Aria and Alex went on several dates. They explored the city, tried new restaurants, and even went to a concert together. Aria felt like she had finally found someone who truly understood her. As they grew closer, Aria couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter at the pharmacy. She never would have expected to meet someone like Alex in such an unexpected place, but she was glad that she had. As her days at the pharmacy became busier, Aria found herself spending less time with her boyfriend, Alex. Though she missed him, she was also grateful for the fulfilling and challenging work that kept her engaged at work. All of this hard work made her think she should start taking advantage of the benefits that came with it. One of the benefits she was most excited about was the orthodontics coverage. Aria had always wanted straighter teeth, and now she had the opportunity. She made an appointment with Mia, an orthodontist that came highly recommended by her coworkers and she had great reviews online. Aria scheduled a consultation to see if she was a good candidate for braces. When Aria arrived at Mia's office, she was greeted warmly by the receptionist. She was then taken back to an exam room where Mia introduced herself and asked Aria about her dental history. She was then led to a room where a technician took a scan of her teeth using a small, handheld device. The process was quick and painless, and Aria was amazed at how advanced the technology was. After examining Aria's teeth, Mia determined that she was a good candidate for braces. "We will be using traditional metal braces your straighten and the process will take about 18-24 months." Mia continues typing away on her laptop "Let's see when the soonest we can get you in..." "Looks like we have an appointment available tomorrow, are you available at 4pm?" Aria is surprised, "Awesome let's book it!" Mia explained that the process would take about an hour and a half, and advised her to use the bathroom before they started. The next day, Aria arrived at Mia's office in a flurry as it took her longer to clock out. She was greeted by Mia’s assistant, Lynn at the front desk. “Help yourself to a seat, Mia will be right with you” Aria sat down and found an old issue of Popular Science to flip through. She overheard Lynn talking to Mia. “Your next patient is here, but no rush” “Okay, lead them to the room. I’ll head over in a minute” “Mia…You should give yourself a quick break, you’ve been back to back without lunch! Atleast check yourself in the bathroom” “Don’t you worry babe, this is my last one and then we can go home and change for our dinner” Lynn opened the waiting room door and walked her down the led her to the dental chair, Aria was reminded she hadn't had time to use the bathroom before heading over. "I actually need to use the bathroom, is this a good time?" Mia smiled, "Sure thing, the bathroom is down the hall and to the left" Aria headed over to bathroom which was a private single bathroom. As she sat down on the toilet, she noticed three large packages of adult diapers on a shelf. It wasn't just a shelf but looked like a large size changing table. She found it odd but didn't think much of it. She finished up and headed back to the exam room. When Aria sat back down in the exam chair, she noticed that Mia had an extra-large Starbucks cup on the counter. “Yeah I know.. it’s a lot coffee! I stayed up really late playing a board game” chuckled Mia. “I love board games, what game?” “Twilight Imperium, it’s kinda like if you made a game out of a space opera” Mia replied as she reached into the drawer for setting up. “Oh yeah I love that game, I played the 4th edition a couple months ago. That’s a long game to fit in an evening!” Mia politely gestured Aria to the beige leather dental chair. “Yeah it was! We played from 8 to 2 am with 5 players. We had all ordered boba and food ordered ahead of time and each of races chosen prior to the day.” “Even with that prep, that is really fast for a 5 player game! How’d y’all have time for bathroom breaks?!” Mia is laughing as she clips the dental bib around Aria. “There was zero time for bathroom breaks BUT we somehow we made it work.” As time passed in the procedure, Aria couldn't help but notice that Mia seemed a little bit distracted as she kept shifting in her rolling stool. Mia carefully attached each bracket to her teeth. She explained each step of the process and answered any questions that Aria had. As Mia worked, Aria couldn't help but notice that her movements were becoming more and more fidgety. She kept tensing her legs, and her face was starting to look a little flushed. Her large coffee had long been empty, so Aria figured it must be jitters from all the caffeine. "Okay, we’re practically at the finish line, we just need to rinse away residual cement from the braces" Mia leaned in closer to reach the further back teeth, followed by a hissing sound from the sprayer. The sprayer stopped but Aria was still hearing a hissing sound. At first, Aria thought it was the sound of other dental equipment, but then she realized that it was coming from Mia. She could see two small wet spot forming and spreading on the front of Mia's scrubs. Aria's heart began to race as she realized that Mia was peeing herself! Mia seemed completely unaware of the growing patches of pee on her pants. She was focused on the finishing touches of Aria’s brackets. “Okay, I’m gonna be right back. I’m grabbing a portable water flosser, this is how you’ll need to floss with braces, you can it buy from us or online” As Mia got up from the stool, Aria could see that the wet patches had seeped around her crotch through the back. Mia had a waddle in her walk and it was clear that her pants seemed inflated in volume. It took only a second for Aria to connect her visit to the bathroom that Mia is wearing diapers and she leaked! Mia came back with the flosser, and had a sweatshirt wrapped around her waist, covering up her wet spots. “So what you’ll need to for flossing is use this device, what it does is shoot a tiny focused spout of water through your teeth like this..” Mia goes on to show how it works on Aria’s teeth in detail. Aria can’t believe how unfazed Mia is about her diaper leak! Is it that she is not embarrassed about it or that she think she caught the leak before anyone else saw and could get away with covering it up? Aria thought to herself. As Aria was led to the front desk to book her next appointment, she couldn't help but notice the way Mia's hip swayed as she waddled and the diaper bulge did a little sway as well beneath the sweater. “Thanks for coming in, see you in a couple months!” Lynn said as Aria walked out. Aria took the train home and as she was thinking about how Alex reacts to her new braces when all of a sudden, she receives a text from him. “Hey babe, I have some important news for you. Let’s meet at our favorite restaurant in an hour” She was giddy that Alex was thinking about her, but then paused for a moment, and questioned why there wasn’t any exclamation or energy in his message. “I hope this isn’t bad news…” Aria thought to herself.

When I first got my diapers I just wanted to wear them just for about an hour to see how they feel. The second day I was already so excited to out them on and had to do my chores so I just decided "Lets see how long you can go with them" and honestly....cleaning the house and constantly wetting myself for about 4 hours felt sooo amazing. I still havent worn them for linger than 5 hours but Im hoping to get to my first 24 hours soon 🥰🥰

Thank you for your kind words. I'm still trying to work out if by setting an example of such luminary value that it encourages another to subscribe to DD I am somehow advancing civilisation or rather sending it rapidly back in the opposite direction! I'd briefly considered arson. Eventually, I settled upon a strategy of waylaying her downstairs upon her return home and plying her with sufficient Friday-evening gin and tonic to mute any traumatic memories she may have formed upon using the ensuite shower. To misquote Ogden Nash: "bleachy is peachy but liquor is quicker" 🤣

This is how I do it. Before I take off my used diaper, I unfold the new diaper, activate it, and place it on a stool or table just outside the shower stall or compartment so it doesn't get wet while I'm in the shower. I put a clean, dry towel on the diaper, turn on the shower and wait for it to warm up. I take off my used diaper when I'm already on the shower floor, close it and throw it on the floor somewhere outside the shower. Once I'm done showering, I grab the dry towel and dry myself while standing on the shower floor, with my legs spread a little to keep them from getting wet from the constant leaking. I throw my towel on the floor outside the shower, take the fresh diaper and put it on before leaving the shower. Done.

I think this will be a perfect fit for her.

Now I really feel foolish. I should have known that. Names are my kryptonite. I can’t remember a name for the life of me but I never forget a face.

I would add that all edges should be smooth to the tongue. The urethra is extremely fragile and sensitive, so if your tongue thinks it's sharp, your urethra will also. Better yet, just make sure everything is 100% completely smooth.

I've been following your story since the begining being a serial lurker on here, and wished to create an account just to say how much I'm enjoying following you on your journey! For emergency cleanups, might I suggest a spray bottle filled with bleach water? I use this as I can spritz everything with it, tiles, padding, escapees, walls, ceilings (if it's gone horribly wrong) etc. Makes everything smell fresh, though do make sure you have ventilation. It still announces a Code Brown, by the very nature of everything smelling *too* clean

Part 6: Susy really trained hard, and she was able to use her hands in a week. She managed to read the criminal novel and she also visited the priest two times. They discussed the miracle and Susy changed her former opinion on religion. Meanwhile Mrs. Coldwell spread the news and Cassie had to answer numerous questions about what had happened. Susy was willing to talk, and she learned how to speak properly. She accepted the role of a little girl and Charlie was enthusiastic about having a talkative sister. Ann also liked her, and she took care of her to help mom. It was much easier because of Susys’s cooperation. On Saturday Susy opened her eyes when she heard raindrops hitting the window. A rainy day was about to start. There was no clock in her room, so she didn’t have any idea about actual time. She listened to the sounds in the house but there was silence all around. The diaper between her legs was wet and heavy and she loved that feeling. The little girl smiled, reached down, pressed her hands against the diaper and relaxed. Her eyes closed again. She was awakened by Charlie and Ann: “Good morning, sis.” “Morning, how did you sleep?” “Good, sis,” Charlie answered first. “The rain made me sleep sound,” Ann added “However we have to stay at home; I’d like to meet my friends outside, but the weather betrayed me.” “Can we have some fun here?” Susy turned to Ann. “I think yes; we can play games or … oh, can you play ludo at least?” “If you teach me,” Susy grinned. Of course, she could play ludo and much more, but she wanted to stay in her role. “Okay, let’s get ready for the day. Our bedwetter is clean already and it’s your turn now.” Charlie blushed a little at the comment, but Ann stroked his hair to calm him down. Susy sat up; she was strong enough to do it already even if her legs were unsteady. She pulled the pajama top over her head and lied back down. Ann pulled down her pajama bottom and revealed the soaked garment. “Well, let’s clean you and put a new diaper on you,” she untaped the diaper and started cleaning her little sister. Susy smiled and closed her eyes. “Hey sis; don’t tell me you like this.” Susy didn’t say anything, but her smile and closed eyes answered the question. Ann laughed shortly. “No problem sis. It isn’t a big deal.” After the diaper change and dressing Susy Ann helped her into the stroller; Susy was able to put on the T-shirt and skirt and Ann had to help her with her tights only. Susy also was able to stand up with Ann’s support and sit down in the stroller. “Wow sis; you will be able to walk soon,” Ann encouraged her, and Susy nodded. In the kitchen they sat down at the table and Susy was able to eat on her own without any help; she also didn’t need any bib. After breakfast Cassie sent her husband and the children to the living room while she was doing dishes. “Hey, Ann; would you like a game of chess?” Bob asked her. “Of course, dad,” Ann nodded and hurried up to get the game. She liked chess and she played with her father often. Charlie switched on the TV and watched a children show. Susy turned to Ann: “Hey sis, could you wheel me to the table; I’d like to watch you playing.” “Are you interested in chess? Do you have any idea how complicated it is?” Susy almost grinned but she had to control herself; she could play chess, but she needed to stay in her role. “Could you explain to me how to play?” She made puppy eyes at Ann and Ann smiled only. “Of course, sis.” Bob took the lector role, and he explained the rules to Susy. She kept listening even if she was quite amused. “Okay, I’ll watch you and try to understand.” Bob and Ann started the game and Susy kept watching them. Of course, she didn’t need to learn the rules, but she closely watched their style. She was sure she would be able to defeat any of them. The smell revealed her diaper condition; she totally ignored it while watching the game and Charlie also wasn’t aware of it. Bob and Ann were focused on the game and Cassie was the only one who noticed it when she finished the dishes and walked over to the living room. “Sweetheart; your diapee is full; don’t you feel it?” She looked at Susy, but she noticed her focus on the game. Susy didn’t react and she watched the game until it was finished. “Okay mom. I can’t wait to try it out.” “I think you would do it better in a clean diaper,” mom teased her a little. “Well but hurry up please.” Cassie nodded and wheeled Susy to the bathroom to clean her thoroughly. When they returned, Susy turned to Ann: “Sis, would you like to try out a game with me?” “Did you remember all the rules?” “I think yes but correct me if I make a mistake.” Susy and Ann started the game. Susy did her best to pretend a beginner level and she even made a mistake on purpose; however, her moves got instinctive soon. Another mistake was necessary to let Ann win. “Sis, you seem to be a genius; you almost defeated me.” Ann was taken aback by Susy’s performance. Bob was watching the game and he noticed what happened. Despite the mistakes Susy was a good player and he was sure the game was a spectacle. He also understood the reason why Susy behaved in that way. Ann hardly would be able not to tell her friends about a miraculous chess player and the speaking Susy was a miracle anyway. Any further abilities would be suspicious. Charlie interrupted them when the children show was over: “Let’s play Ludo.” “Okay, bro,” Ann nodded, “I will explain to Susy how to play; it is simple though.” Of course, Ludo rules were much simpler, and they could play easily. The result didn’t depend on their abilities and Susy could relax at the game; all three were having fun. Anyway, Susy noticed that Charlie was an intelligent boy; he knew the numbers and was able to add two rolls. “Charlie, would you go to school already?” she asked him when they finished the game. “Why?” “You are quite smart, and you could learn quickly.” “Sis,” he looked around, grinned, and whispered to her ear: “Kindergarten is much better. There is a lot of fun there; I like to be a little boy. Be my mate.” Susy smiled at her brother, and she suddenly realized she liked it too. The loving care of the whole family was quite pleasant. “Bro, I’ll be the little girl,” she grinned back and hugged him. Bob and Ann were watching them, but they didn’t get closer and listen to the conversation. Instead, Ann took Bob at hand and pulled him to the kitchen. “Daddy, we have two little conspirators here. I’d like to know what they were whispering about.” “Be patient; we will learn it soon. Charlie is smart but he still is a little boy; I don’t know if he is mature enough to start schooling.” Bob kept thinking of Susy and her future; he had to talk with her, but he needed a good opportunity to be alone.

I wondered how long it would be for a new story to follow. I guess the answer was "no" Can't wait to see how this new adventure pans out.

Advantages of cloth is its reusable and better for the environment than adding to the ever growing mountain of disposables that take so many years to biodegrade. Disadvantages are the initial costs, laundry, and each pair of plastic pants which if worn continuously will only last perhaps 4-6months before going hard and brittle. Waterproof PUL pants last well over a year. And do you want to be out and having to carry a heavy and wet or soiled cloth diaper around with you. Key to using cloth is layering. Do you wet a lot or not, and how often, will then determine how many layers you will need. Can you change frequently during the day or need to be in a wet diaper for hours. Which is the best for your needs. Being full time in a organic terry cotton /hemp day and night for me is the normal, rarely in disposables. Cloth has the wonderful wicking effect so seem to last me longer than disposables. Daytime I either wear a 600gsm terry cloth or a hemp one, with a bamboo soaker/booster. That is usually enough for me if its not for too many hours, otherwise I go up to a 800gsm terry with 2 soakers. I use pins for a snug fit, two at the waist and two at the legs. A medium or large size of plastic pants over the top, but if out for a long time a large pair of plastic pants and a extra large pair as well, and make sure all the cloth is tucked inside. I don't use powder as it clumps up but use everyday baby cream to prevent a rash every time I change. Shapewear keeps everything in place and helps prevent sagging when wet. Night time is usually a organic a 600gsm terry cloth and also two hemp cloth ones, with two hemp soaker/boosters. Over that I wear 2 pairs of extra large plastic pants. I'm a heavy wetter day and night. Hemp and bamboo have higher absorbency than terry cloth, so hold more liquid, so will hold more wetting than terry cloth will. Bamboo is softer than hemp, but hemp is more durable and will hold more and has better stain resistance. Bamboo has a higher immediate absorption rate than hemp. Hemp retains heat better so not always so good for hot summer months, but needs fewer chemicals to make the fabric than bamboo. Both take a long time to dry, hemp taking the longest. To get full absorbency both need to be washed several times beforehand. Cloth is a much better option for side sleepers, and also has the additional benefit of wicking for heavy wetters as its distributed over time to more areas of the cloth. Putting white vinegar in the conditioning cycle of the wash helps to deodorize and make the cloth softer.

Waking up dry is always a good thing

Part 6 Jared expecting her back before he clocked out. Watches as the clock strikes 12:30 anyway. He shakes his heads and goes to the bathroom and changes out of his uniform. A process that takes only 10minutes. He returns to the office expecting her to be waiting but she is nowhere to be found. He opts to give her 5 more minutes. As the minutes tick he scans the cameras and finally spots her going into another store with bags in her hand. He shakes his head as he heads out the office at 12:45. he walks directly to the 5 below and stands just outside the entry watches as Kristan continues to shop like she has not a care in the world. As she grabs some candy she spots him out the corner of her eyes and frantically checks her watch. He smirks and approaches her. “Did you change your mind” Jared whispers as he stands behind her. “No no, omg im so sorry I lost track of time. Lets go I found some jeans and then thought oo we should get snacks and now I’m here. And…” Jared puts up his index finger. “Stop get the candy, that way we don’t have to when we get there. But hurry up I don’t want to be late.” “right, checking out now” She grabs a few more candy bars on the way to the checkout with two full snack bags she checks out and meets him at the entrance to the store. “Alright follow me lets get going.” Jared puts his hand on her back lightly pushing her to the right toward the parking garage. Checking his watch it was already 1. They take the elevator to the lowest level where the employees park. The lights to a black Toyota Rav 4. He again guides her to the vehicle taking her bag as he opens the passenger side door. As she settles into the seat, he takes the seatbelt and passes it to her, “Buckle in please” he says with a smile. He closes the door and goes around to the trunk and places her bags. He puts a blanket over the case of NorthShore Megamax diapers that he still had in his trunk from his last play event. Once he closes the trunk he remote starts the car and gets in. Typing in the address on the phone he shakes his head, “ Alright it says theres an accident so the eta is 2:10 but I think I’m still gonna stop at Wendy’s going to text my guy to hold us some good seats is all. Do you want anything?” “Uh you sure we have time?” he nods “yes” as she speaks. “I guess I’ll take some nuggets and a strawberry lemonade.” “sounds good.” He plugs in his phone in and pulls out the garage. As music from the early 2000 plays through the speakers. He pulls into the drive through at the nearest Wendy’s and orders their food. Wendy’s being as speedy as every gets their order out in about five minutes. He hurriedly takes the food and passes her food to her, before pulling out the parking lot. Occasionally glancing over as she finishes both the nuggets and the drink. About halfway to their destination they hit the traffic from the accident the GPS mentioned which he takes as an opportunity to eat his burger and fries finally. He keeps checking the time. “Are we going to make it,” Kristan asks. “Yea we should be fine since we don’t have to fight for seats or anything. But the ETA is looking like 2:40 so we’ll need to go straight to our seats.” “Sounds about right always traffic when you’re in a hurry,” she leans her seat back. “I’m just going to rest my eyes so I don’t get anxious checking the time” “that’s fine.” He smiles. Focusing on the road. About 20minutes later he pulls into the parking garage. As he pulls into a spot he gently nudges her. “Wake up kid were here. “ She stretches in her seat raising her seat back to the upright position. She blinks to see him already standing outside the car waving her along. She hops out quickly shutting her door. And she follows his quick pace into the theater. He daps up his connect and he takes them pass the line into the theater and leads them to two end seats near the top of the theater. Her heart racing “phew we made it,” she checks her watch, “with 5 minutes to spare.” As they settle into the seats. They sit for a few minutes before one off the organizer stands at the bottom in front of the screen and begins to speak: Thank you for coming out we appreciate the support. Please stay seated until the show starts to ensure we don’t accidentally give away your seat. We are going to be playing all 8 episodes of the series Ahsoka and as a special treat, a special sneak peek of the new Skeleton crew series. He pauses for the applause. So as a run down we will play the full episodes all the way to the end of the credits. Then after odd episodes there will be a 5 minute break after even there will be a 10 minute break except after episode 4 where we will have a 30 minute break before the epic episode 5 we know you can’t wait to see on the big screen. So after episodes 1,3,5, and 7 5minute break. And after 2 and 6 a 10 minute break. Episode 4 30minute break. If everything goes according to plan we should be wrapping up around 11. So sit tight while we squeeze in these last few people and we should be getting started in about 10 minutes. Jared and Kristan both look at each other excitedly. “you’ve seen all this before right” he asks her. “Yea I watched them as soon as they came out. I grew up on Ahsoka she’s my favorite in all of Star Wars.” She starts to point at her shirt. “oh shoot I forgot my new shirt,” she says disappointedly. “its okay Boba Fett is a better character anyway,” he says tugging on her shirt “Absolutely not.” She says in joking protest. “You know I’m right. But I’m more of a Rex or Obi wan fan anyway but she’s definitely top 5.” “only top 5 that’s crazy but you’re a guy so I’ll ignore it.” She chuckles. They keep chatting and 10minutes pass quickly. Then the lights dim. And a hush fills the theater the voice from early announces Now presenting Ahsoka: the series applauses erupt in the theater settling as the title sequence begins to run.

Chapter 21: Good Morning... Princess Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I woke up with the sunshine piercing through the slight gap in the curtains, making my whole body warm with its radiating glow. My eyes hadn’t opened yet, they could sense the brightness of the sun shining on them, so to protect my vision, my body automatically kept them shut as I enjoyed the snuggly, warm feeling I was experiencing right now. There is no way I’m getting up now, I’m too cosy and warm and snuggly right now. I’ve not got work today and I don’t think I have any appointments with Ellie, so I’m going to lay here, next to my wife, and enjoy the lie in. Maybe we’ll get up and get breakfast soon… Wait… My eyes shot open as I realised what had happened last night. ‘Charlie… She…’ “I thought I heard my little baby stirring on the monitor!” Charlie called out as she opened the door to the nursery and stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips. Frantically looking around, inspecting my situation, I found what I was dreading. Crawler nappy wrapped around my waist, meaning it was going to be impossible to stand up or take off. Thick booties on my feet which have zero grip, meaning that even if I did clamber to my feet somehow, I’d probably just fall flat on my face within seconds. Padded mittens covered my fists, completely removing the use of my hands. I also wore one of my favourite sleepers, which was barely containing the thick nappy underneath it. And then placed firmly in my mouth… was a dummy. An inflatable one. Meaning that there was no way I’d be able to get that out unless I had the strength of an Amazon to release the mechanism. “MMMMHPHHH!” I screamed, rolling about in the enormous crib in my nursery as my wife casually walked over, wearing what I could only describe as a misogynist’s wet dream. Dressed head to toe in a deep blue retro 50s dress, with a little white apron covering the front of it, Charlie also completed the housewife look with her red hair pinned up into a large ponytail. And much to my surprise, were her high heels. Which just made her seem even more enormous. Over time she’d stop wearing them, so as to not make me feel even smaller around her, she only reserved them for important meetings or events. But here she was… looking the perfect picture of domestic bliss… with a bright red painted smile on her face as she slowly walked over the carpeted flooring towards my crib. “How’s my little Princess this morning, eh?” She said with that maternal tone I normally love… but dialled up to 100. It had gone way past endearing and heart-melting… it was now on the level of a baby-crazy Amazon mother… and it creeped me the hell out. All I could do was try to scream from behind the dummy filling my mouth, as there was no way I could talk with this thing invading my mouth. “MPPMHHHHHH!” “Someone’s a cranky little baby this morning. Oh dear… is she wet? Messy? Probably both. Let me just check…” Charlie pulled the side of the crib down and bent over, unbuttoning my sleeper slightly so she could slip her hand in and stick her finger into the leg hole of my nappy. “Definitely wet. And by the smell… very messy. Good girl! I’m so proud of you, using your nappies as intended!” “MMHHPHHEEE!” “Don’t worry, poppet, I’ll get you changed after breakfast, okay?” I couldn’t take this anymore, so I started to struggle. Or at least… I tried to. But I found that my body felt… slow. Lethargic. As if I had been drugged. Wait… had I? I know the milk kinda knocks you out a bit, makes you lose control, makes you addicted… but I had never felt like this before, as if all the strength had been sapped from my body. “MMPPH?” I pleaded, not even sure if the noises coming out of me even resembled words, not even sure if Charlie could understand me right now. I sighed as I gave up struggling and just lay there, waiting for Charlie to pick me up, as there was clearly nothing I could do right now, not in this state anyway. She had complete power over me. Scooping me up into her strong arms, my wife supported me with one hand on my back, gently rubbing it… and one hand under my padded bum, which did NOT help with the current predicament… that being the fact that the milk had removed all control and my backside was currently very mushy. So as the icky feeling made me cringe, I settled my heavy head on her shoulder as she carried me out of the nursery, most likely towards the kitchen to get some breakfast. About halfway down the stairs I realised… I had been entirely focused on the fact that I was now being currently regressed against my will… and not on how or why Charlie was acting like this. Like… she’s been a bit ‘off’ lately as it is… but what… What pushed her? Is it her hormones? Her Amazon physiology? Did that crazy Amazon maternal drive kick in finally? All the possible suggestions floated around my head, but no matter how much I tried to concentrate, I found it hard to focus properly. Partially due to whatever I had been drugged with… and partially because I couldn’t stop thinking about nursing. After two incidents of being fed normal Amazon milk… I was close to getting properly hooked. Like all littles do when they’re forcibly adopted by Amazons out on the street. Eventually it just becomes normal to them and if you try to wean them off it… the results can be bad. I’ve seen it. On some of the littles who get sent to Eve’s clinic. They need to be weaned off it very slowly otherwise it can be harmful for their system… and their psyche. I wasn’t at risk from only two feedings… but I had a feeling that Charlie had no intention of stopping at two. So as I was carried into the kitchen, with Charlie humming a cute little tune along the way, and as I was placed into my highchair… I had to face the inevitable future of me getting hooked on her milk. “So baby girl… I’ll start you off with a light breakfast today, I think. Then we’ll nurse you at lunch, then some yummy din dins, then nurse you again before bedtime. Sound good?” Charlie said. If she had said this before I was babied against my will by whatever had come over my wife… I would have loved this treatment, especially all this attention. But whatever was going on with Charlie… that ruined it, tainted it. And it scared me. I had no idea how I was going to get out of this. Back when Madison took me, I had my team looking out for me… I had Charlie looking out for me. But now my team is all split up. We barely see each other these days, at least nowhere near as much as we used to. And my kidnapper this time was my own wife. I wasn’t due back to work for a while, not after my little stunt, and no one was expecting to see me for a while. Which meant I was on my own. I’d have to escape and get help all by myself. And I’d… I’d… have to go through Charlie to get it. Right now, however, I was powerless to do anything. I was drugged up, barely able to make a noise, let alone speak, and I can’t even think straight. So I’d have to bide my time and see what opportunities await me, because surely this all be some kind of misunderstanding, right? Maybe a bad reaction to the pills or something has made the maternal drive in Charlie stronger… right? I’m sure Eve will be able to figure it out and get Charlie back to normal. I mean… At least I’m safe from hypnosis and nanites now, which has provided me with a bit of a reassuring safety net when it comes to potential kidnapping. If I was ever taken, at least they couldn’t do too much to me. At least that’s what I thought anyway. But I wasn’t expecting the person to kidnap me be my own fucking wife! That changes everything… and as Charlie walked over to the fridge after locking me in my highchair, I started worrying about what that means for me in this situation, having my own wife kidnap and regress me. She knew all my little secrets. She knows how to make me blush, what I like and dislike, what makes me melt… what makes me incredibly squirmy. She knew me inside and out and she knows all my strengths and weaknesses. And if you flip it round… I know all her strengths and weaknesses too… but the problem is she’s a very strong, very intelligent woman, whose main weakness… …was me. “Right, let’s get this food down you, shall we? Then we can get you set up in the playpen whilst Mummy does a bit more writing on her new book.” She said as she tied a bib around my neck. “MMPPHHH!” I screamed into the dummy gag still in my mouth as I struggled against the restraints on the highchair keeping me firmly in place. “Ah ah ah! No! Bad girl!” Charlie raised her voice at me and instantly I backed down. I wasn’t sure what this version of Charlie was capable of… and I was a little scared to find out. “Mmmmm!” I mumbled in defence. “Oh, is the baby just wanting to know more about Mummy’s new book? It’s a cute little story book for littles like you! All about a Mummy who tricks her little one into dating her, then when she’s dropped all her guards… she adopts her and turns her into her little baby!” My face dropped. My mouth would have too, if I hadn’t had it full with this damn inflatable dummy. ‘No… that can’t… she… no… what?’ My mind was racing, and I wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not. Surely… no… “D’aww, silly baby. As if I’d ever be in love with a little baby like you. You’re much too little for me. I’m better off with another adult. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll still be your Mummy. But you may even have a new Mummy or Daddy too!” This was all bullshit… right? I swear her book was on something else. Not… this… this… no… “Now, open wide, little Princess!” Charlie said, grinning at me as she pulled out the dummy gag in my mouth and shoved a spoonful of baby mush in before I could scream. After a very messy, and very traumatising feeding experience, Charlie finished up by wiping my face down with the bib wrapped around my neck, before removing it and throwing it in the washing machine. Drained and exhausted, I found I couldn’t scream or fight back as she slipped the inflatable dummy gag back between my lips, pressing the button to inflate it and ensure my silence for a bit longer. “Come on then, tinklepants. Let's get you in the playpen. Aren’t you excited to play with your toys? I bet you are! And then you’ll be just as excited to fill that little nappy of yours up for Mummy, won’t you?” It horrified me to hear the way she was talking. She sounded just like any other Amazon, not just the ones you see on TV shows. She genuinely saw me as nothing but a little baby now, not the adult she apparently fell in love with. My full tummy was making me feel drowsy and lethargic as I was carried into the living room and placed down into the playpen, and I found it hard to even sit up straight, let alone get up and try to escape, so I just sat back a bit, resting my back on the playpen fence, kicking one of the blocks near my feet slightly. “Be a good girl. I’m going to go get my laptop. 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Part 5 7 WEEKS LATER Jared had all but given up hope that he would see Kristan again. He wondered if she maybe conveniently comes on his off days, or maybe she’s shopping at a different mall now. Then early on a Saturday as he’s patrolling he spots her in a store. He smiles at least happy she wasn’t scared away. Maybe he was wrong, but he did hope she would stop by his office soon. He finishes his patrol and heads back to his office. He’s in there another hour before he hears a knock on the door not expecting her given the stipulation that appeared to push her away so long ago. But to his surprise Kristan is at his door with a smile. “hey here for the bathroom,” she says with a smirk. He chuckles, “did you forget what I said about that last time; I know it’s been a while but that hasn’t changed.” “Yea I’ll put it on after I use the bathroom. I just got here.” “no you didn’t I saw you in bath and body works on patrol like an hour ago,” shrugging blocking entry to the office. Her mouth agape, wondering how he could’ve seen her without her seeing him. “wasn’t me I just got here. Sooo can I just use the bathroom now.” Sucking his teeth, “one. Don’t lie to me it’s very unnecessary, and two this time. I’ll let it slide. But next time first thing when you get here. What if I wasn’t here and you ended up peeing in my hallway again. Waiting til the last minute is what created these rules in the first place.” She looks down at her feet, and nods. “sorry, I understand first thing next time.” He steps back allowing her in and goes over to the closet grabbing her the pull-up and passes it to her. She takes it with her head still down she heads to the bathroom. He notices, that while she usually is dressed in some level of business casual attire, today she had star wars t-shirt and deep blue jeans. He reasoned that makes sense given it was a Saturday but there was a screening event today and decided to ask if she was going. She comes back into the room. Startled when he stands and sticks a finger in the waistband of her jeans she quickly gives a shocked look “Sorry just making sure you actually did it,” he says in a matter of fact tone to allay her concerns. “Oh, yea it’s on. I guess I’ll see you later maybe.” He chuckles, “maybe” he says with air quotes. “but I see you’re dressed down today.” She looks at her outfit and nods, “oh yea. I work like 2 minutes down the street, so I typically stop by on the way from work. We had a major deployment at 6am this morning so I had to go in but we can dress down for Saturday work and we were done by 10 so I came here.” “Oh, that makes sense, are you a star wars fan?” he says pointing at the Mandalorian character on her shirt. “Oh yeah love it I just finished watching Mandalorian , they’re doing a big screening today for Ahsoka today, but I couldn’t get tickets before they were gone. So I’m gonna go home and binge it myself.” Her disappointment carrying her voice. “You know what’s crazy I’m actually in early cause I’m going to the screening and if you want I can get you in,” he says with a pause “I know the security guy for the event. That is if you still want to go” “If!? Of course, I do. Are you sure you can do it? Will he get in trouble?” “no he won’t trust me but I’ll text him and confirm.” He takes his phone out and sends a quick text to confirm. When he sits back down Kristan instinctively sits on the accompanying couch in the room. After a couple of minutes, she hears his phone vibrate. “is that him?” she blurts out in pure excitement. “Umm let me check” he grabs his phones and checks the message preview on the screen that confirms his request. “yup he says its fine” turning around in his chair he holds up the phone. She excitedly jumps up looking at the screen. “Wait doesn’t it start at like 2 its almost noon and its on the other side of the beltway.” She starts counting with her fingers to see how they’ll get there. “Doors open at 2 and the first episode is at 3. But I’m getting off at 12:30 should take less than an hour. Change my clothes here then Stop and get a bite to eat and be there right at doors open.” “Wait I won’t have time to go home and change and get back in time if that’s all the time I have,” she scrunches her face. “No probably not but you’re already dressed, and you can just ride with me so you don’t have to worry about parking or anything. If you feel comfortable with that is.” She sticks her hands in her back pockets rocking from side to side, “Yea I think that works I feel like I need something else to wear tho. But I have like 45 minutes to find something different. So I’ll just do a quick browse and meet you back here in 30?” “yea that’s fine. Just make sure you’re back by 12:30 so we don’t have to rush to much. Now scurry along and waste you money I’ll see you in a few.” He walks to the door and watches as she walks with a bounce in her step out the door and down the hall. “See you soon” she yells as she walks out the exterior door. Kristan decides to pick up a different pair of pants a pair of wide leg jeans that she had been eyeing for weeks. She goes from store to store looking for a different shirt even though her current one matches perfectly.

How ironic huh lol

Part 3 TWO Weeks later Kristan is back at the mall. She has a party she’s going to this weekend and is looking for the perfect outfit. She goes from store to store unsatisfied with what she’s finding. In the security office Jared spots, her as she is moving from store to the next and begins to smirk. After her last visit he decided he would keep a surprise in the office in case she had an actual “accident.” Jared had a theory that whether she knew it or not, the answer to her stress was actually a diaper. Jared had off and on been a daddy to a number of “littles” over the last 5 or so years. And when he placed his hand on her 2 weeks ago, he saw in her eyes the same innocence he saw in them. But he surmised she would need a push to give up the control that she so desperately kept trying to retain. He watched her on camera move about the mall for hours and once again not once did she go to the bathroom but steadily drinking a large lemonade or a bottle of water. After about 3 hours he noticed her fidgeting like she was 2 weeks ago and decided to see if his suspicion was true. So, when he notices her going toward his office, he conveniently leaves to do a “patrol” Kristan realizes she has been pushing off going to the bathroom and though she’s halfway across the mall she hurries all the way to the security office passing multiple bathrooms on the way. She was a creature of habit and when she’s in this mall she uses the security office’s bathroom. A rush wasn’t going to change that. When she reached the door, she knocked and there was no answer. She knocked again and still no answer she waited two more minutes that felt like 10 and knocked again. She could feel her bladder being pushed to the brink; she dropped her bags at the door still not wanting to take them into the bathroom. In fact, she felt carrying them would hold her up and who cares if they got stolen she knows the security guy and they could just identify them later. She knocks hard one more time fearing she wouldn’t get to a restroom otherwise. And after no response again she starts to walk back down the hallway that suddenly felt 3 times longer than it usually was as she got to the halfway point as she was walking slowly to prevent any dribble, she felt one escape down her leg. She clinched thankful she was wearing a dress today once she felt she had enough control she started to walk again. When he reaches the door that leads to the main mall as she pushed on the door she felt another longer dribble roll down her leg. She holds the door closed as she tries to gain her composure as she hears the hustle and bustle of the mall hoping she could get to the nearest bathroom without making a mess in public. She realizes she doesn’t even know where the nearest bathroom would be when she finally feels ready to go she looks down and sees a small puddle where she stands. Its yellowish tinge would give away that it wasn’t just water to anyone that would see it. She knew she needed to at least get away from this and get some napkins to clean up this mess anyway. As she leaves out the door she looks to the left and right and in the distance, she sees the distinctive security officer black uniform. He is probably 150 feet away but she belts “jared!” Motioning her arms for him to hurry to her. She ducks back inside the door. Jared smirks as he hears his name and sees a smallish figure near where the door to his office is. He watches as she ducks back into the hallway. “She didn’t even try to go somewhere else,” he thinks. He doesn’t know if she had the accident already or not and decided to maintain his casual pace to ensure it happened as it was supposed to. Kristan tucked back in the hallway is now pacing wondering what is taking him so long though feeling like he should be sprinting to her. She is suddenly aware of the ticking of the analog clock at the end of the hallway. Another 2 minutes pass and she pacing in the middle of the hallway feels an involuntary stream flow down her leg freezing her in her spot. She desperately tries to stop it; but it continues for what feels like eons before she finally manages to stop it. And when she does she finally hears the door open and sees Jared. “watch it!” she cries as she collapses onto the floor into her little puddle completely defeated. Jared looks down at the puddle at the door and steps over it, cautiously walking up to her. He carefully plans his next words hoping not to scare her but also help her in a way that she wouldn’t possibly believe. When he reaches her tears are streaming down her face a good portion of the puddle being absorbed by her dress. He squats next to her, “I’m sorry are you okay I had to do a patrol.” “no no its not your fault. I just don’t know how I waited long enough to let this happen” she sighs leaning her head back on the wall looking up to the ceiling. “I know I know it it sucks but at least it was in here and not out in the main hallway.” “yea I guess that does help.” She says with a sigh. e takes a napkin out his pocket and wipes her tears. “Probably an invasive question but are you done or do you still have some left in there” She hadn’t even considered that thought and stammered, “i..i actually still need to go to the bathroom” she starts to cry a little again. Wiping her face again “no its okay go head just leave your stuff and I’ll get this cleaned up okay” “okay” she softly mutters as he helps her up she suddenly felt smaller than their over foot height difference created she slowly walks with him to the security office and he opens the door and leads her through to the other door and sends her off to the bathroom. She takes her time in the bathroom. And he grabs the cleaning supplies in the closet that is nearby. He’s able to clean the hallway and bring her bags into the office. He is sitting in the office for maybe another 5 minutes before she finally arrives back in the office. Her dress still wet she just stands in the room “I don’t know what to do” she says sheepishly.

Part 2 One Month Later Kristan is back in the mall after a particularly rough week managing a project that already had gone a month past due. She decided to squeeze in doing some last-minute exchanges on the stuff she bought last month and buying new things with her store credit. About an hour into her trip after a stop by the food court for a slushy she happens to need to use the restroom again. Trying to organize all her returns and receipt she keeps pushing off going. Once she has everything organized, she elects to just work her way around the mall and just go when she reaches the security office naturally. Focusing on her tasks by the time she finally gets around to the stores by the office it’s been nearly two hours since she first needed to go. When she reaches the door, her bladder is being pushed to its max, she knocks on the door and Jared is there to open it. She starts to push past him, “HeyJaredGottaGoPee” she quickly mutters as she drops her bags. As she attempts to move forward she feels his hand on the middle of her chest. “Hey gonna have to wait a couple minutes my boss is in there right now” he remarks. Kristan groans, “oh sorry I guess I’ll just wait for a bit more” she crosses her legs and moves over to the seat set in the corner of the office. Jared returns to looking at cameras, he can hear the faint sound of her bouncing her leg behind him. After maybe 5minutes they finally hear the door of the bathroom open. He holds up a wait finger as he peers out the window keeping his hand up until the boss is completely back in the office. When that door closes, he motions for her to go head to the bathroom. She jumps up and bolts toward the bathroom quickly going in and just barely getting her skirt out the way in time. While she’s in there he gets up to inspect her seat. And just as he guessed there was a small wet spot right in the center of it. Jared grabs a Clorox wipe and napkin that stay at his desk. He leaves the canister of wipes on the seat just to see if she notices. Kristan sits on the toilet for a few extra minutes as her heart rate calms when her mind settles, she notices her panties were clearly damp. Realizing this means there may be wetness on the seat as well. Her heart rate rises again. She rationalized he probably wouldn’t notice because he’s doing his job anyway, and she can just take some paper towels back and clean it up quickly before she walks out. She washes her hands and heads back to the office to see him watching the screens again. She looks over at the seat to see a thing of wipes already seating on the seat. He stands up from his seat and her heart drops. “Oh my God I’m so sorry I wasn’t sure if anything got on the seat I brought back some paper towels just in case,” she says holding out the wadded-up paper towels she originally intended on concealing. “No, no it’s ok stuff happens.” He puts his arms on her shoulder and can feel her shaking. “Just like don’t let happen again ya know.” He looks into her eyes and says with a slight chuckle. “Of course,” she lets out a sigh. “I’ve just been trying to get a lot done and sometimes I let my focus shift and..” she starts to stammer. “No really, no need to explain I promise. You’re grown I’m sure you got it under control” he says with a smile. He picks up her bags and hands them to her. She takes them and gives a smile back as he lets her out the office. She walks back to her car and loads her stuff in. She sits in the driver’s seat of her Lexus GX and starts to cry. How did I let that happen. She let out a scream of frustration and hits her fist against the steering wheel. After sitting for another 10 min until she regained her composure. She finally starts driving home. She arrives at her home about 30 minutes later and sits in her parking spot in her high-rise building. She grabs her bags then looks at her back seat and rolls her eyes at the collection of work shoes and jackets for the days she has to go into the office. Combined with old shopping bags, receipts, and fast-food bags that litter the area. She starts to stuff as much as she can into the bags quickly trying to give some semblance of order. She checks her mailbox on the way up and then heads up to her own apartment. The 2-bedroom flat is big enough to conceal how disorganized everything is she drops her bags at the door and heads to the couch scooting over the pajamas she took off this morning and sitting down she turns on the tv and a notice pops up that the bill was due the day prior. She groans, takes out her phone and pays the bill in 2 minutes. She would put it on autopay but they won’t charge it to the CC only to her checking account and she likes getting the credit card points. She takes out some left-over curry and eats then falls asleep on the couch watching HGTV.

Thanks for your kind words and your patience. As the end gets closer, I'm having a hard time figuring out how to wrap it all up! I think that frustration comes across pretty clearly in this next chapter: -- FEBRUARY -- "I just... don't know why you waited this long to tell me," Lily said, unsure of how to react, as she and Jeff sat together on the outskirts of this month's ageplay gathering. "So you're not really into any of this? You're just in it to get paid?" "It definitely started that way," Jeff explained. "To be honest, I don't know anymore whether I'm into it or not. But I know I'm into YOU, no matter what." "How can you not know?" Lily asked, mind racing. "Does ageplay turn you on or not? Are you just going to go back to your grown-up life in June? What happens to us?" "Look... you know I don't like talking about this, but sometimes it's hard to tell which thoughts are mine and which are from the hypnosis," Jeff said. "Yes, it does turn me on now. I love it when Rick and Marlene treat me like a little kid. But I know I used to hate it, and that I really wanted to get back to my grown-up life. I just... don't really remember why anymore. And now I don't even know if I can go back without pissing myself all the time." Jeff saw tears welling up in Lily's eyes. He'd never seen the headstrong young woman cry before, not even that time he watched her get a spanking from George for cursing at him. "Lily, I... I want to be with you more than I want to go back to my adult life," Jeff said. It surprised him that those words had come from his mouth, but he didn't regret them. "If being with you means I need to stay Rick and Marlene's little boy forever, I'll do it." "Well what about Heather?" Lily asked, a tear rolling down her cheeks. "If you only got into this deal because of her and she takes the payout in June, she's going to go back to being a grown-up -- a grown-up with money. And you're going to choose a relationship where we need to arrange playdates and ask for permission to sleep together instead? Keep having your Pull-Ups checked by this random old couple forever while your best friend goes and lives her life? Plus, what about your real parents?" Jeff's mind flooded with confusion about whether Rick and Marlene truly were "a random old couple" at this point. He'd come to truly care for them and even depend on them, perhaps even more than his real parents. Rick and Marlene seemed to truly love him while his real parents, in the last few years, had done nothing but make him feel like a burden and a disappointment. "I don't know how to answer any of that," Jeff said, honestly. "I don't know what Heather wants to do in June. I just know I want to be with you, whatever it takes." "Well... I want to be with you, too," Lily admitted after a few moments. "But I don't see how it's going to work in the long run." "Give me a chance to figure it out," Jeff pleaded. "I'm begging you. I... I love you, Lily." "I love you, too," Lily said through her tears. "I don't know why we haven't said it earlier. But I just wish you told me about this from the beginning." "I know," Jeff said, wrapping his girlfriend into a hug. "I'm sorry." Heather, sitting across the massive living room against a colorful mountain of cushions and stuffed animals with a few of the other adult babies, was having a far better time than Jeff and Lily. Each of the littles was hard at work peeling out stickers from a series of stickerbooks and using colored markers to decorate their exposed diapers. Heather's work of art was shaping up to be particularly adorable. She giggled as she stuck a Cupid sticker just beneath her waistband and encircled it with a big, red heart. Meanwhile, the babies were swapping stories. Sarah was in the middle of a steamy one that had, admittedly, made it hard for Heather to focus on stickers. Sarah's kink was hard for Heather to fully wrap her head around -- she was heavily into humiliation and cuckolding as well as ageplay -- but Heather still listened, hanging on every word. "So, I'm sitting in this filthy diapie, it's been an hour, and Mommy is still on the phone with her girlfriend," Sarah begins. "Eventually I crawl over and ask for a diapie change, which Mommy says is against the rules, but I was getting really, really uncomfortable and decided to just deal with the consequences. Mommy tells her girlfriend that I messed myself and that I was begging her for a change, and her girlfriend tells her I should have to earn one. So Mommy drops her pants and beckons me over, and the whole time I'm eating her out, she's telling her girlfriend about all the things she wants to do in the bedroom later, and --" An absolutely beautiful young woman with short, black hair and matching lipstick walked purposefully toward the group of babies, silencing Sarah with her mere presence. She walked directly toward Paul, an adult baby boy who had only attended his first ageplay gathering last month. "Hey, cuties," the woman sang sweetly to the group. She looked toward Paul and her tone turned sharp. "Diaper check, Paulie." Paul immediately stood up off the living room floor, bent over, and grabbed his ankles, presenting his bottom to the woman. His diaper was comically thick, dwarfing his skinny legs in comparison, with a few stuffers clearly added inside. All his movements were awkward, and as the woman placed her hand beneath the seat of the diaper and inspected the front and back, Paul winced. "Good boy," she said, prompting Paul to sit back down. His face was red with embarrassment. She leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, then turned around to rejoin the grown-ups. "You all be good now, babies." "So... how's everything going with you two?" Sarah asked Paul after the woman was out of earshot. "Well... not bad," Paul said. "I guess things are just moving a little fast." "How so?" asked Tony, whose diaper was now covered in multicolored marker scribbles. Paul sighed. "She only went from being my wife to my Mommy a couple months ago... we're supposed to still be in the trial period to see if we both like the 24/7 lifestyle, but she's already acting like it's a foregone conclusion that this is going to be permanent," he explained. "It's like she has a new, extreme idea every day, and I'm just along for the ride to see if they actually happen. Most of them do." "Well what are some of the ideas?" Sarah asked. "What do you mean by extreme?" "Where to begin?" Paul said. "Well you all probably noticed these diapers. She said she wanted me to struggle to walk just like a real baby would, so she puts these stuffers in every morning. It's so hard to move around or do anything, really." "I think they're cute," Heather said. Rick and Marlene sometimes added stuffers to her diapers, too. She knew they made movement difficult, but she also loved how adorable and helpless they made her feel. "We don't sleep together anymore as of last week, which has been an adjustment," Paul continued. "She came home out of the blue one day with a giant crib and said I have to sleep in it from now on. I guess it's nice to have my own space, but I miss sleeping next to her and waking up on my own terms, you know? I usually get up before her, so most mornings I'm just sitting in my crib waiting for her to let me out." "I love my crib, if I'm being honest," Tony said. "Just pile in all your stuffies and a bunch of pillows and embrace the relaxation." "I know I'll get used to it," Paul said. "It's just still weird. But... well... the biggest adjustment has definitely been the chastity." A collective groan of sympathy rang out amongst the babies. "That's tough, man," Tony said. "She have you caged?" "Yep..." Paul said. "It's been a few weeks since I've been allowed out of it and I'm just so pent up. The hardest part is she likes to tease me. She'll kiss my neck or stroke the inside of my thighs during diaper changes. Sometimes she wears something sexy around the house, or even walks around naked just to get me hard. It hurts so bad." "Been there," Tony said, turning to Sarah and Heather. "You girls are lucky you don't have to deal with that." Sarah just rolled her eyes. "Trust me, we have punishments, too," she said. "You'd be surprised how painful a dildo can be when it's held in place all day with a diaper." "The way she's talking now, it's pretty clear she has no intention of letting me be a grown-up again even if I asked her," Paul bemoaned. "She's talking about getting me laser treatment to keep my pubes from growing back in, and she's been doing a lot of research online about how to make me incontinent. This morning, she mentioned taking pills that would make her start lactating, and if they worked, that I'd have to start drinking from her exclusively. And she just keeps buying more and more baby clothes and moving all my grown-up stuff out of the closet." The conversation was making Heather a bit uncomfortable. Nobody knew about her business arrangement and she understood that, maybe, all of this was just part of Paul's kink and he was truly enjoying it. But he appeared to be in genuine distress, completely lacking any kind of control in his own relationship. Sure, Rick and Marlene sometimes made her do things she didn't want to do -- but they were also paying her a huge amount of money, and always emphasized consent. If she truly protested, they would usually back off. That didn't seem to be the case for Paul. "Have you tried talking to her about slowing down?" Heather asked. "It doesn't really sound healthy that you don't get a say in all this." "I bring it up, but she just reminds me that I wanted this," Paul said. "And, well, she's kind of right. I did ask her to be my Mommy and take control." "Just... try to remember that you're still an adult on the inside," Heather urged. "You still have the power to look out for yourself if things get really uncomfortable, no matter what your Mommy says." "I guess," Paul said uneasily. "It's just easy to forget sometimes. I still love her so much, I'm just a little nervous about the future." Heather was nervous about the future too, for that matter. Her mind had been drifting lately to her plans for June, when the agreement was set to end. She'd wanted to talk to Jeff about it -- make sure they were on the same page -- but now that Lily was involved, the timing never seemed right. The fact was, Heather wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. She'd gotten so used to being helpless and having all her needs met. The learning curve to become a grown-up again somehow felt exhausting beyond belief. However, Heather knew she didn't want to be a baby forever -- this was just a means to an end, after all. Marlene and Rick were carefully, quietly asking themselves the same questions with increasing urgency as June got closer. And as the makeshift family drove home from the ageplay gathering that afternoon, it was Rick who finally decided to break the ice. "We need to talk," he announced, breaking the silence in the car and prompting the other three to perk to attention. "June is getting closer." Discomfort quickly manifested on everybody's faces. The car remained silent for several, heavy seconds, nobody daring to engage Rick's statement until he did. Rick turned to face his wife, who seemed just as surprised as Jeff and Heather. "Rick..." she began, "Don't you think we should discuss this in private before talking to the kids?" "No, I don't," he replied. "We all have a decision to make, and I think we should just be honest with each other and make it together. Jeff and Heather should know how we're feeling as much as we need to know what they're thinking." "I suppose," Marlene conceded. "But... is now the best time?" "I don't know if there will be a better one in the next four months," he said. "Isn't it better if we get a sense of what we're all thinking nice and early? That way we can make plans and there are no last-minute surprises." Another few moments of uneasy silence. Jeff and Heather looked at each other, dreading the conversation and unsure of even what the other was thinking. "I'll go first," Rick said. "When we started this whole thing, Marlene and I said that we were open to continuing the arrangement past June if there was any interest. I'm only speaking for myself, but I'm sticking by that statement." Marlene's eyebrows raised. She, of course, still loved having Jeff and Heather in her life, but she didn't imagine Rick felt the same way anymore. He had been less enthusiastic about the arrangement than she was from the very beginning, and at times, seemed like he was only still playing his role to satisfy her. That the arrangement would end after a year, Marlene assumed, was a foregone conclusion based on his attitude the last few months. "I... uhm... well, I agree with Daddy," Marlene said. "Of course we understand if you both took your money and went back to your grown-up lives in June, but we'd also love to extend things, too. It's completely up to you two." Jeff and Heather still looked at each other, silently deciding amongst themselves which one of them would speak up first. Heather picked up her stuffed animal from beside her oversized carseat and clutched it against her chest, sticking her thumb into her mouth. It had gradually become her go-to defense mechanism when she felt uncomfortable. "I... I don't really know," Jeff said. "Before Lily, I would've said I was ready to take the money and run. Now, I just want to stay with her... I just don't know what that looks like after June." "Lily seems pretty dug in as far as this lifestyle goes," Marlene said. "Does she know about the arrangement and the choice you have to make?" "She does now," Jeff said. "I just told her today. She's pretty upset." Yet another few silent seconds. "I guess things are a little more complicated than we were expecting," Rick said. "Heather?" Heather's first reaction was to let out an involuntary whine. She hadn't been asked to make an adult decision in months, and she didn't feel ready. "Baby, it's okay," Marlene cooed, turning toward the backseat to look at her. "Just tell us what you're thinking. We won't get upset no matter what." "I... well, I wanna be a grown-up again," Heather squeaked out. Jeff was afraid of that. He had hoped that, somehow, Heather might be willing to extend the agreement, which would have made his decision far easier. Instead, it seemed as though he'd have to choose either a life as a little boy with a devoted girlfriend, or a return to adulthood alongside his lifelong best friend. Marlene's heart skipped a beat. She had grown to love Jeff during their time together, of course -- but the bond she'd forged with Heather was undoubtedly stronger. She felt silent tears well up in her eyes and roll down her cheeks as she processed what Heather had said, but quickly wiped them away before they were noticed. "We respect that," Rick said solemnly. Yet another round of awkward silence. "Thanks, guys," Rick said. "That's enough for now. We'll talk more about this later. I guess we all have some decisions to make."

Chapter 17: Mom was right in her statements. It was so much nicer not having to dread or be afraid of the process that came with messing myself and if her choice of food would help keep it that way, then I would do my absolute best to eat and finish everything that she would put in front of me, even thou it seemed after having convinced me that the new food choice was much better for me, Mom went back to eating like she had done before. Where my food would see itself being blitzed for a few seconds in the blender Mom’s would be served and plated straight from the stove. Sometime I’m not even sure we were eating the same thing, as I would be sitting with a bowl of green or yellow mush, while Mom would be chewing away at a piece of chicken with veggies and rice. But it didn’t matter I told myself, this food would make it so that I would not fear having to go Poop in my diaper and Mom didn’t have to worry about that, “so why would we be eating the same thing?” At this point of time my bladder control had also seemed to have made its final exit. Often Mom would ask or simply check to see if I wet, more often than not finding me soggy or completely soaked with me having no recollection of wetting myself and often not even caring if I was wet or not. “I had been busy, I was distracting, right in the middle of something and it was only some small accident they didn’t really matter.” I kept thinking this to myself over and over again. On one hand I should be nervous or maybe a little worried that I had lost so much control, but on the other this was what the whole process was about and overall why should I care if I wet or not, it wasn’t my problem I knew Mom would always be right around the corner, ready to take care of every kind of accident. “So why should I worry?” My new diet made it so that I did not need to worry or be afraid of the struggle every time I had to mess my diaper, but it also made it more and more unpredictable when I would find myself messing myself and the longer I stayed on my new diet the more my stomach and bowels seemed to adapt, leaving me with a constant wet and runny stool that could explode into my diaper at any given time, with the just the slightest pressure. Sometimes I would find myself feeling a little bloated or just feel a slight pressure around my stomach area, thinking I would just need to pass gas I would apply the slightest pressure to my bowels and within seconds find myself in a diaper filled to the brim with a wet, slobbery and sticky mush turning the outside of the diaper brown and making it sag low beneath my hips. My new lack of bowel control wasn’t so much of a problem when at home, since Mom was around 99% of the time and always ready to jump into action and clean up whatever mess I had managed to get myself into. But outside the confine of our house it proved to be a different challenge as I was about to learn one late afternoon where Mom had brought me with her to the grocery store to do her shopping for that week. I was allowed to push the shopping cart around which Mom was throwing groceries into at rapid speed, while also housing my diaper bag at the bottom of the cart. Things were moving along fast as I tried to keep up with Mom while she was almost speed walking up and down the aisle, which proved to be a challenge as my rather soggy diaper was sagging deep between my legs, being only held up by my plastic pants and sweatpants on top. We made a turn down the milk and cheese aisle when I felt my bowels twisting for just a second, before a huge load unexpectedly made its arrival in the seat of my diaper, cramming it way up the back and between my thighs as I took another step before coming to a sudden halt. Mom felt me stop and turned to look back finding that I had turned completely pale and was half hunched over the handle of the cart. “Honey, what is it?” She started to approach me but stopped as soon as she came within smelling distant as her eyes opened wide. “Baby, did you?” I simply nodded in shame, before she could finish her question, already feeling a few tears starting to form in my eyes. “Oh, no, no, Baby. Don’t be upset, it’s okay.” She took a few more steps, putting her arms around me embracing me in a tight hug. “Don’t cry, Baby. It’s okay, we’ll take care of it, don’t worry.” She managed to calm me, before I flew into a full blown tantrum, taking me by the hand she looked around for a second, before spotting a guy in a red uniform and quickly approached dragging me and the cart behind her. “Oh, Oh, excuse me, sir.” He turned and greeted her with a smile. “I’m sorry to interrupt you, but you don’t have a costumer bathroom around her do you?” He gave her a polite smile. “Of course, Mam. But it’s really only for disabled and famil-.” She stopped midsentence at I’m pretty sure the smell rapidly coming from my diaper hit his nostrils. “I’m aware, sir. But you see, we kind of have a small.” She nodded her head sideways towards me. “Emergency her.” His eyes shot open as she fought to compose himself, not fully believing his ears hearing this lady standing in front of him with a twenty something old and asking to use the family restroom for an emergency. He must have spotted the infantile decorated diaper bag in the cart and together with the stench penetrating the air, been able to put two and two together, because within seconds his point us across the store with a “Of course, Mam. Its right at the other side of aisle five.” “Thank you so much, Sir. Come on, honey.” She thanked him and dragged me along. As we made our way down the aisle, I quickly looked over my shoulder to see him staring in our direction, as I waddled behind Mom who had one hand on the cart and with the was holding me tight, as I toddled along my diaper sagging so low it started pulling down my sweatpants and I’m sure exposing the top of my plastic pants in the process. Luckily there wasn’t any line to the bathroom and we made our way inside making sure to lock the door behind us, Mom with the diaper bag across her shoulder. Inside we found a small room with a sink, handicap friendly toilet and a foldable changing station made for smaller children attached to the wall. Mom had a quick look around before producing a large, square piece of plastic from the diaper bag, which quickly revealed itself to be a changing mat decorated with little cartoon animals. I didn’t have time to ask where she got it from, nor did I really care because soon I was flat on my back staring into the ceiling with my pants around my ankles. She soon had my plastic pants down my ankles as well and in the process of un-taping and peeling of the diaper, before going through several whips doing her best to get me all clean. “Mom.” My voice was almost at a whisper. “Do you think. Do you think he knew?” She continued whipping me down, before reaching into the bag and producing a fresh diaper. “Well, honey. It was rather hard not to notice. You did make quiet a mess and even the most unexperienced of parents, would be able to spot the kind of diaper bum that you’ve been dragging around.” My eyes flew open, as I heard the last tape being put into place. “But don’t worry. It’s not like he cares and I’ve already found some solutions to hide your cute little diaper tushy, so soon you don’t have to worry about your diaper sagging to the floor.” She pulled my plastic pants back up before pinching my cheek and helping me back to my feet, pulling my pants back in place before getting up, disposing of the used diaper in the trash and proceed to put all her “tools” back in the diaper bag, before dragging me out the toilet. We did our last bit of shopping before heading for the exit, where low and behold the same guy was manning the register. I watched as he and Mom locked eyes and exchanged a friendly smile, as he started ringing everything in. “You’ve managed to solve your little emergency?” He chuckled. “Oh yes, thank you so much for your help. I’ve don’t know, what I would have done without you.” Mom ran her card through the machine and proceeded to pay. “No problem, Mam. I got a small boy at home, I’ve had my fair share of explosions. When they got to go, they got to go. “Mom finished packing everything up. “Aren’t that the truth.” She turned and started to head for the exit, with me following close behind as I looked up for a moment and caught eye contact with the guy behind the register. “Good luck, little buddy.” He grinned as we exited. The incident at the store proved to me, that control both bladder and bowel had hit an all-time low as a result of spending the last months confined in my diapers at all time and the change in diet had made my bowels moment unpredictable and almost on the verge of being uncontrollable. Having these kinds of accidents in public would be something that I would have to learn to put up with and get used to, because by this rate they would stare to happen a lot more frequent in the months to come.