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OK, let’s get down to business,” Dad said as we sat around the table. Mom took her place at the opposite end of the table. The two boys, Billy, 13, and Johnny, 9, on one side, and the two sisters, Katie, 12, and Dee, 10. on the other. “Lent starts in a couple of weeks. So, we need to come up with our idea for this year.” Every year, Catholics typically give up some item or activity for Lent, a sacrifice to reinforce the season starting from Ash Wednesday and culminating with Easter Sunday. The family always took it a step further. They picked something for the whole family, and we all stuck together. In the past, we had done away with dessert, TV, and, last year, even the car. That wasn’t too hard on the kids, who rode the school bus anyhow. Other than having to walk with Mom to the store to help bring the groceries back and to walk to church, it wasn’t too big a deal. Dad had a more challenging time but took public transit to work for the duration. “Any ideas?” he said, poised with a pen above a blank pad of paper. “It’s going to be hard to top last year,” Mom said. “We were getting into the essentials.” “Electricity!” Billy shouted. Dad wrote that down “The telephone,” Dee blurted out with almost an immediate angry look from her older sister, who was almost glued to the thing. “Food,” Johnny said. “Breathing,” Katie said in a surly tone. Everybody was getting into the game now. “The toilet,” Billy added. Mom finally waved her arms, “Come on, let’s get serious.” OK, they all thought a bit more. The X-Box, computers, the internet, buying new clothes, eating out, and maybe a dozen more plausible options were thrown out. Dad started pulling blank pages off his pad. “I’ve got an idea. Everybody takes the list of what we have and rank how hard it will be, and I’ll merge everybody’s rankings into a consensus.” That was pure Dad. He’s an engineer and figures there’s a way to calculate the answer to any problem. They all got to work on their lists. Everybody quickly ran through ranking the items and passed in the papers. Dad grabbed all the papers and left the room while Mom suggested they all have dessert. She had made pudding and started to pass them around. About half an hour later, Dad came back into the room with the list. “OK, let’s run down the list until we find one that wouldn’t be impossible for us to do. Breathing is on the top, so we can rule that out. Along with food. Electricity is next, and I thought about that, but without electricity, we wouldn’t have heat and the well pump, so that’s not practical. I also ruled out computers and the internet as I need them for work, and you kids do need them for school.” They looked at the next item that had not yet been crossed off. “The toilet.” Mom said, “Well, I think we can eliminate that. What are we supposed to do? Go do it out back?” “We could get a portable toilet,” Billy joked. “A portable toilet is still a toilet,” Dee countered. “We could pee off the back deck,” Billy laughed. This was becoming fun for him. “Well, maybe YOU could,” Katie snapped back, “It’s a little different for girls.” “And it wouldn’t make the yard very sanitary,” Dad interjected. “We could all wear diapers,” Billy said, adding yet another ridiculous suggestion. “Yeah, right, Even I’m too big for them, ” Johnny, the youngest of the family, said. “Haven’t you seen those commercials for Depends?” Billy said, laughing so hard that he could barely get it out. Finally, Mom started tapping the table with her fingers. “OK, children, let’s quiet down and get serious.” She turned to Dad. “Please go on, dear.” Dad sat quietly, still looking at the pad with his pen in his hand. He moved to strike out the toilet entry from the list and then stopped. “Even though Billy was joking, that might actually be possible.” “Ewwww,” the two girls in tandem groaned. “Wearing….and going…in diapers? Talk about not sanitary.” Still, the father hadn’t moved to strike off the toilet from the list. “Well, it might be possible,” Father said. “James, you’re not serious,” Mom said. “Well, it bears looking into. We can investigate it, and we still have time to choose something else if this can’t work.” And with that, the meeting was over. “James, I can’t believe you’re serious,” Mom said that night in private. “Well, we strive to pick something that would be the most difficult without being impossible. Why don’t you call around tomorrow to determine if it is feasible? See if you can find diapers that will fit us.” “Ok, James. If you think this is a good idea.” “Acme Medical Supplies. This is Jen. “ “Hi, I’m looking for information on adult diapers.” “Yes, what would you like to know.” “Well, I don’t know anything about it. I need to know how the sizes go and what would be best.” “OK, are you looking for a brief with tapes or a pull-up kind?” “Oh, I hadn’t thought about that. I guess I was thinking like a big baby diaper.” “That would be the kind with tapes. Those are usually a bit more absorbent and easier to change when used. The pull-ups are more like underwear and are best if the patient uses the bathroom sometimes.” “Oh, well, we won’t be using the bathroom.” “We?” “I guess I better explain…” Mom went and explained the whole Lent family meeting. “Oh, my. I’ve never heard anything like that. Well, we have things that will work for that. You’ll need to know everybody's waist and hip size, but I suspect most of you will probably fit into mediums.” “Anything else I need to know?” “Well, you’ll need some wipes to clean up. We have larger ones than the traditional baby wipes. We also have some barrier cream. I suppose diaper rash is not intended to be part of this.” That night, Mom explained the results of her call. As near as she could determine, the idea of diapers would work, and while it would be an expense to buy a sufficient quantity, it wouldn’t be impossible. She had also floated the idea with the school nurse. Again, after the initial explanation, the nurse agreed to support them and let the kids keep changing supplies in the office for as long as the kids could take care of themselves. “James, I’m not sure I want to do this, but I can’t come up with anything other than my personal feelings about why we can’t. And so it went. The plans progressed. The diapers were ordered, and things were made ready. Fat Tuesday arrived, and mom told the kids to bathe, get ready for bed, and make their last visits to the toilet. Early Ash Wednesday morning, Mom and Dad got up and fitted on their diapers. Each was detailed to their respective children. Dad with the boys and Mom with the girls. They made sure the children could put their own diaper on. They all got dressed and headed to the car. They walked into the church for an early mass. They were all aware of the subtle bulk between their legs as they went up to receive their ashes.

Hey everyone! Sorry for the lateness of this. I was trying to get it out earlier, but then a work thing got pushed out and shot my schedule up a bit. Apologies for that, but I also wanted to stop here rather than my previous chapter if I don’t get to writing tomorrow. On that note and as a reminder, I will likely not be able to post a chapter tomorrow, but I should still be on schedule if everything goes even half right before my trip. So, unless tomorrow goes horribly wrong or wonderfully right in two very different ways, just expect the next chapter up on Sunday at some point. Also, if anyone still wants to comment on what my next story should be, feel free to post that as well. I will be reading the comments, private or otherwise until the day I post my last chapter when I make the announcement of what it will be. Now, I’m sure you all can take three guesses that this chapter may not be the happiest, but I do have a reason for it eventually. As such though, this is just my usual warning that I don’t condone what happens, but I do think these things makes stories like these a little more intense, especially since there are only two more chapters left in this story. Regardless, I still hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 17: Being Untouched Here Happens When You’re Dead I once heard a veteran of a particular fierce battle in a documentary once say that the only peaceful ones are those who have already died. Given that particular battle, I couldn’t blame the guy for thinking such things, but not being a military man myself, I never thought I would even come close to that sentiment. Yet here I was in a dimension that seemed hell-bent on regressing me. In some odd way, I almost felt those who were regressed were at peace, and those who still weren’t, were the ones who struggled. I never wanted to be regressed, but I definitely didn't want to struggle anymore. Daycare was now worse than ever, and I found myself drifting into hiding away in my reading nook more and more as my friends began to mentally wither. I wasn’t necessarily immune either, I think more so as a coping mechanism to deal with a bunch of babies begging me to play with them, but I remained above it. It was now the first days of January, which meant that I had been here for almost 10 months now under the care of Bigs the whole time. Still, even if I didn’t know it then, they were all family. As Samantha was leaving, I knew this wouldn’t be the case anymore and I worried that my regression afterward wouldn’t be too far behind. “You’re just over worrying, Percy,” Samantha tried to reassure me as she rolled her bags to the front door. “Everything will be fine.” “You keep saying that,” I shot back, “but how can you just say that? You’re leaving and you won’t even tell me where you’re going! How can I possibly be not worried about any of this?” Samantha sighed and while I could see that this was a burden on her as well, I couldn’t help but think of only myself right then. After all, I was essentially placing the trust for my well-being and even my life as I knew it in the hands of a total stranger I had never met. We were supposed to before New Years Eve, but plans got mixed up and so I never did. “She came highly recommended by everyone I’ve talked to, honey. I mean, even Oppy signed off on her,” she reminded me. I had forgotten about that from back in November, but she was still a Big and a stranger. Beyond my essentially adopted family here, every Big I had met so far was either bordering on being ambivalent or strictly neutral when it came to Littles, or just downright cruel and domineering to the point of near sadism. Just based on that first-hand experience of myself alone, I think my fears about this new Big were valid. As Samantha had reminded me for at least the tenth time today though, “It will only be three weeks. Promise.” “But why can’t it be someone in the family? We have enough of us at this point, right?” I questioned. I had already heard the answer, but I wanted to be sure this time. I wasn’t taking any chances that something might have miraculously changed since I had last asked. Samantha sighed and I knew that sigh anywhere. I sadly knew that nothing had changed. “We’ve been over this before, Percy. Oppy and Luna are busy with Ditzy, while they’re bringing Chelsea to that special facility upstate in dealing with Big regressions like her to see how much she can grow back up again. They’ll be back, but they’ll be very busy with hers and Ditzy’s care.” She sighed and checked her watch for a moment. “And you know Harriet… she’s running herself ragged to be able to graduate by February. She can’t possibly watch you and do all that work as well. We already helped her back from the brink and adding you into her mix… well, I don’t think either of us want to see all she’s worked for go up in flames now, right?” “No… I don’t want that…” As I depressingly guessed, the situation had not changed. I was stuck with this new babysitter. It was actually apparently very common with Littles of the academy faculty, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. Right then even, more than anything else, I didn’t want Samantha to go, but right as I was about to protest further or even play on her emotions for me, the front doorbell rang. “Oh, that must be her,” Samantha then looked down at her watch. “And right on time to!” she then looked at me though and must have still seen my sadness and frustration. “It will be okay, sweetie. Just give her a chance and I’ll be back before you know it.” I wanted to argue further, but Samantha was already reaching for the doorknob and besides, what could I even do at this point? I was a Little in this warped society and I even had doubts about my own independence now. I was practically helpless for most things, and to make matters worse and definitely beyond what I could protest, her trip was clearly academy business. I didn’t know what she was doing, but after her noted deal with Judge Franklin, I couldn’t deny that connection. So, like everyone else beyond the family seemed to want me to be by now, I was effectively powerless and helpless. The door soon opened, and there, stood a tall dark-haired Big. She seemed oddly familiar, but I just couldn’t quite place her face from where I had seen her before. She seemed intelligent and kind, but like other Bigs I had seen, I thought I saw something lingering just behind her eyes. I could have just played it off as part of my paranoia around Bigs now, but I just couldn’t quite shake the feeling. “Hello, Miss Norris. Am I too early?” she asked innocently, walking in the front door with a small suitcase rolling behind her. “Oh, not at all,” Samantha replied. “You’re right on time actually. Very punctual. I guess all those wonderful rumors I’ve heard about you are true.” “Oh? I hope all good then.” Samantha nodded and the woman, my new babysitter, looked back over to me. “And you must be Percy, right?” I then nodded myself as well. “Excellent! I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet up sooner, but my psychology professor pulled me away at the last minute to assist them.” “That’s perfectly okay,” Samantha spoke up first. I wanted to say that it wasn’t, and I was uncomfortable with her, but Samantha’s flight was in less than two hours now. At this point, it was either this woman to watch over me or I would be by myself and then Samantha would be arrested for child endangerment, according to this society’s laws at least. “I hope we can be friends at least during our time together,” she continued. I hesitated but after a little encouragement from behind where she was standing by Samantha, I nodded in agreement as well. I was still too cautious to really mean it, but everyone seemed happy enough. And that’s how everything got left. I said my goodbyes to Samantha, and she was soon out the door and out of my life for the time being. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ The words kept echoing in my head afterward. Even when my babysitter, Georgette, or even Georgie as she told me to call her, stayed with me that night, it was all I kept thinking about. By then, no matter what, I knew that Samantha wasn’t even in the same zip code as me anymore. She was truly gone, and I wasn’t even sure if I ran outside and screamed for someone to help me that anyone even would. I was a Little and that story was probably shouted from every rooftop all over the world. I was stuck, so I just tried to get through life as fast as I could. So, the next few days passed, and Georgie and I even got to know each other a little. Due to my time in daycare, and just wanting to avoid her in general, and then her time in college to finish up her master’s degree, we didn’t see each other much, but I didn’t mind that. We would play a few games together, she would perform the routines that Oppy had once created for me before bed, and we would watch a little TV as well, but that was about it. It wasn’t exactly the highlight of my day, but for a moment, I could see a generally happy Big in my babysitter. It wasn’t much, but it was something. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ On the third day back from daycare though, something changed. I had just finished up a nice refreshing glass of milk from the refrigerator and noticed how good it tasted. It was so sweet and creamy, I almost thought that I somehow had just drunk a milkshake accidentally, but then I felt it. It was a warm sensation cascading throughout my body, but then almost a buzzing in my head. Now, I had felt like this with the mulsum a smidge, but there was only one other culprit that made me feel this way… I turned to Georgie in panic, but I only saw a look of odd worry and then immediate satisfaction on her face. “Oh wow,” she noted calmly, “I didn’t expect the new formula to hit you that quickly. You Earthers must be more susceptible to the milk.” She scribbled something on the notepad I noticed in her lap and then smiled back up at me. “Wha…” I tried to mumble out, but my shock was registering too much in my mind. So, when words or thoughts failed me, I decided to try and bolt. Big mistake. My legs were strong still and not even asleep, but no matter what, they now also felt like dead weight. “Whad you do…?” I slurred partially. ‘Geez! I just hate being right sometimes about these Bigs…’ “Oh… I wouldn’t worry about that now. You see, I’m in my master’s program but I still have many connections to the academy, and they have many connections outside of this small town.” She then got up and walked over to me before crouching down to my terrified and at least attempting to wiggle away body. “You see… there’s probably a lot you don’t know about, but the judges… well, I’m doing this for multiple reasons, but first is to enhance our knowledge of you Earthers first, and second, I need to prove to my father that I can take over his experimental product’s company as a leader. First step though, is to have a test subject; in this case… you.” I wanted to scream out, bang pots and pans and smash out windows… just anything, but the now obvious Tabers milk was working fast… too fast. I felt like just a lump before her in moments and I even felt a little drool on the corners of my mouth. “Hmmm… much too hard and fast for this batch. Oh well!” She then scribbled down more notes. “My father says more people are complaining about the Tabers and some even want to launch an investigation into it. We have about a hundred designs but not enough Littles to test on. With the academy’s permission, I can just use you while your mommy is away.” I angrily cooed back at her; my tongue too heavy to form any coherent curses back though. “Oh right. Sorry… caregiver.” She scribbled more notes down. “Hmmm…” She then began studying me in all kinds of positions and from all sorts of angles. “Yeah… batch 11ad is a no go. Got tons of this stuff with me though. No need to waste anything! Maybe just water it down a bit…? Uh, when you can talk, your feedback would be appreciated…” I felt the words, and despite my near paralysis, my tongue seemed to work again. “S… screw you!” I managed to blurt out finally. “Oh? How interesting…” Georgie seemed genuinely curious over my reaction. “But I can’t have you doing any of that now, can I? Can’t alert the neighbors!” I was still stuck like a fly on insect paper as she went over to her little bag and came back with what I thought was just a pacifier. It took me only seconds to realize that it also had a strap around it though. “Open wide!” I refused, but she just plugged my nose until I had to take a breath. “Gotcha!” Less than a minute later, I had effectively been muted. Satisfied, Georgie walked back over to her notepad. “Hmmm… like flash paper. Stunning instant effects but far too quick. Maybe lower the dose but different delivery? Gonna have to think on that one…” As she pondered the question, I felt another little stream enter my diaper. I normally felt maybe just a twinge beforehand, but this… I hadn’t felt the need at all. I might as well have just been an open tube straight from my bladder. It didn’t bode well for my future with her. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ As much as I want to say that someone noticed something, another few days went on like that and it was just her and I. She would introduce some new toy or product and I would test it out. If I did well, I got a treat of some sort… even if most of the times that involved watching cartoons on TV. Oddly enough though, by the third day, I almost started to look forward to my reward. They were simple, yes, but captivating and at least a relief from everything else. It was right about then that to my astonishment and to my ever-loving hope, I heard the doorbell ring. Georgie was clearly panicked and ran to the door after sliding me in my onesie and walker over and out of the way of any sightlines of the door. “Now, you hush,” she commanded me. “I know that gag won’t allow you to say anything coherent, but any screaming, even muffled, will be punished later tonight. Don’t tempt me.” With that I nodded, and she opened the door. “Oh! You must be Harriet!” she exclaimed. Being away from the sightlines of the doorway, I really could only take her word for who was actually out there, but soon, it was confirmed. “You must be Georgette,” Harriet replied. “Good to meet you. I was going to just wait to meet you until I saw you with Percy on campus; I figured you might walk around before you cover her classes when everyone gets back in a few weeks after break, but I didn’t see you.” Georgie nodded. “I was going to go to see if anything was different, but that place really never changes... especially for what I’ll be covering for. I think from the parking lot it’s still three rights and a left.” “I see…” There was an awkward pause between the two at the door, but it was clear that Harriet had a reason for coming here other than first introductions. ‘You know… I actually stopped by to check and see where Percy was. I normally see him on the playground after my fifth period, but he wasn’t there again today, so it just made me wonder and even worry a little bit. Is everything okay? Do you all maybe need any help or…?” Georgie shook her head. “No. That’s very kind of you, but I’ve got it covered. You see… Percy actually got the T5 retrovirus. No idea where the little rascal got it from, but it’s pretty nasty,” she lied convincingly. She must have been thinking about this eventuality since the beginning now. “Oh no…” Harriet gasped. “Isn’t that the one that can affect birth rates in us Big women and can sometimes even mimic regression symptoms in Littles?” Georgie nodded, clearly laying out her reason why I would be different when everyone saw me again. “Uh, so, with those first system with us Big women, why aren’t you affected then?” I could hear the skepticism as clear as day. ‘Come on, Harriet. Keep pushing…’ “My father and I traveled around a lot following my grandmother on all her studies for a while there. Got exposed to a lot of things but also got some experimental vaccination treatments. Left me sick for about a week, but I’ve got total immunity now to lots of things… including the T5 retrovirus.” She paused for a moment and even stepped back a little out of the way of the doorway. “You can come in and see him, but it’s pretty intense and it’s your risk and your body…” Harriet was a brave woman. Even after all I had seen after the botched mission, I knew she had the courage to come in and find me, however, I also knew she wanted kids after one of our little talks, so I was disappointed, but I also wasn’t surprised with her answer back. “Uh, no… I saw that virus before with a few of my friends on their way back from Gaule. Nasty stuff…” Georgie nodded and then gestured down. “You know… he’s feeling really bad today, but I can tell him you stopped by. Probably brighten his day even.” “Oh, would you?” Harriet asked in her own naïve way. I was feeling the need to risk whatever Georgie had threatened me with. With all I knew about the family, I knew Harriet was likely my only savior in all this. It was now or never just as Georgie nodded her head. “Mmm! Mmm!” I tried to scream out in desperation, but between the strong breeze outside today and the pacifier gag still in my mouth, my cries for help came off as more of just low and maybe even distant moaning. To add to my problems, Georgie had also just dosed me with some Tabers milk, so moving wasn’t even close to an option to get Harriet’s attention. In an instant, I knew my shot to draw her attention had closed. “Oh dear…” Georgie said sullenly. “That must be him now. Poor dear… been puking all morning…” Harriet gasped. “Gosh! I’m going to send over a gift basket this afternoon for him. The stuff inside should really help all that.” “Oh, you’re so kind! I’m sure he’ll just love that.” I don’t think Harriet saw it, but I saw the mounting tension growing in Georgie, so I was terrified when the two then said their goodbyes and she came thundering back for me. “That wasn’t smart, mister,” she told me coldly. “We need to get back to testing, but you’ll regret that…” ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ Later that afternoon, as Harriet had promised, a ring from the front doorbell announced my care package had arrived. Georgie hurriedly rushed the basket inside and tore it open in a panic. “No bugs it seems, but oh! Lookie here! Your family must really like you. Look at all this stuff!” I did and saw scores of chocolates, heating and cooling pads, anti-vomiting medicine, cans of soup, tissues, and even some packets for soothing teas. It was a get-well soon type of package and my heart ached when I saw it. If only my new family could have just barged in here with the same dedication, I knew I would be safe from Georgie forever afterwards, but for now, the package was at least a nice reminder in my life that I wasn’t as truly alone as I felt. That being said, Georgie really only set it aside and ate a piece of chocolate herself. “Sorry, Percy. With my new mixture of the Tabers, I can’t risk a new factor into the equation. It could throw off the entire experiment.” She then leaned back in her seat and turned on the TV. For a split second, I thought I even saw some sympathy. It wasn’t much, but I decided to play it up a smidge. Unfortunately, the TV drowned out the whimpering I had started up, but it seemed like it was working eventually when not even Georgie seemed immune to it after a bit. I even thought I saw more of an oddly pained look on her face for a moment as if she didn’t want to be doing all this, but I was just so ravenous for the chocolate that I completely just refocused on it… until a special bulletin interrupted the Littles program that Georgie had running on in the background for me. “We interrupt your local programming to bring you this special announcement… viewer discretion may be advised.” A man with salt and pepper hair suddenly came on the screen, adjusted his glasses, and then began to speak directly toward the camera. “Hello… this is Walter P. Cunnings bringing you this special report. Liberal Parliament member, Sedgewick Abernathy, champion of the Little’s Rights bill currently up for debate, died this afternoon. His death has been ruled natural, but sources close to the investigation note that they haven’t ruled out foul play. More updates will follow tonight. Thank you.” The broadcast turned off and Georgie just shook her head. “Geez… too bad for you lot in Albion, huh?” I could only nod and worry about where the heck Samantha was. I didn’t worry too long though, because I suddenly felt a need to ‘go poo,’ as Melley had noted I should say it with her ‘unwritten rules.’ I fortunately got the attention of Georgie in time, but I was worried about the suddenness of it all. From my friends in daycare, I always thought there was a link with Tabers and the sudden drop in everyone’s potty control, but now? I worried about what was to come next for me with it. I still had over two weeks with Georgie still left to go. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ A few days later, I was getting desperate. Georgie had barred me now from even leaving the house in the backyard and had our food delivered here only. Hers was normal… mine though was essentially baby food, and it was just one of many factors now that I felt was contributing to my weakened bowel control. I hadn’t had an accident yet, but yesterday, as Georgie guided me to my still-present potty, I let out a fart. It wasn’t bad but the second fart over the potty, which felt exactly the same to me, ended up evacuating my bowels completely. It was another bad sign. Plus, I was feeling more confused and lethargic than ever. I had even started dozing off in the afternoon and had begun to crawl around the room instead of getting up to walk because it was just too much effort sometimes. It was all freaking me out, so, I decided to fake drinking my dose of Tabers milk and try to make a break for it. If I stayed here for too much longer, I felt utterly doomed. At first, it took me forever to find an opportunity to dump the Tabers milk, but eventually, Georgie turned her back and I squeezed it all out in one of Samantha’s plants. I would apologize to her later if her plant was eventually ruined from who knows what was in that milk truly. Desperate times called for unique thinking. Finally, Georgie then left me alone while I appeared dazed from the milk. I knew it was now or never. I got up and ran as fast as I could to the front door. It was only about thirty yards away from where I was, so I felt it was a breeze. Unfortunately, it took me a second to get going, but I eventually reached the front door and only seconds away from freedom or someone calling the cops hopefully. I then looked up. “Crap!” I jiggled the doorknob to confirm my suspicions and just found that it was locked as I had feared. I had seen Samantha open the door dozens of times, but with my height, only the tips of my fingers could reach the lock above the handle higher up. Right as I reached for it though, Georgie called out to me from the other room. “Percy? Where’d you go? Are you hiding…?” Right then though, she caught me fiddling with the door lock. “Percy! Stop right where you are! You are a very bad boy!” Her steps then resounded throughout the house as she made her way over to me, charging my tiny and desperate body like a rhino towards a frightened mouse. In a second, before I even had time to run, she picked me up and held my body in front of her with venom in her eyes. “I turn my back for one second, and you try to escape? No siree! Not on my watch!” She then tucked me under her arm like some captured football and marched me upstairs and into my room. Now, after several nights of me being afraid of the dark and my panic attacks over everything going on mixed in with a few nightmares, Samantha had gotten tired of just standing in my room or perching on the edge of my bed, so she bought a rocking chair where we could cuddle at night, but now, it was the one spot that Georgie was charging over to. Without any seeming care, she tossed me into the seat. “Now, you just stay there, mister,” she thundered from above me as her pointed finger practically bopped me on the nose. “You move one inch, and you’ll think that protocol one is practically a godsend.” Needless to say, once she stormed back out of the room, I stayed put. Moments later, she brought back a black leather case, set it on my changing table temporarily and opened it. She then glanced back at me with oddly weary eyes. “You know… I just need to prove to my father… family even, that I can do this job. I know I can, and I have the degrees to back that up, but if you had escaped…” Her once sad eyes quickly darkened and instead, she looked menacingly back at me with an odd and creepy desperate smile. “I didn’t want to use this bag… it was a risk I was even willing to take with my father… but I guess we can have a different kind of relationship if you want it that way.” She then pulled a ring out of the bag. “This for example!” She stepped over to me and presented me with a black ring about the size of my neck… almost exactly the size of my neck. “Now, don’t move. I don’t want to nick you or anything…” Without a second’s hesitation, she then attached what I then realized was a collar around my neck. I immediately started thumbing around with it. “What did you do to me? What is this?” I panickily asked, now unable to fumble with the latch she had just snapped shut. Georgie giggled back. “Oh! No messing with the collar, Percy, but let me just…” She then produced a tablet of sorts and entered a few buttons. “Okay. Actually… try and remove it again.” Her smile instantly made me feel this was a trap of some kind. I didn’t like it at all, but I felt she had all the power, so I complied and put a few fingers back to where she had fixed it around my neck. Then, all I felt was pain. It was a surging pain everywhere. In my skin, my mind, even my soul. It was as if I had touched a live wire and was suddenly being executed in an instant. The pain only stopped when Georgie pushed another button on her tablet. “There… now you see. That was setting five. Try escape again from this property without me… you get an eight. Ten… well, you don’t want to make it a ten.” I quickly shook my head; still tense from the pain I had endured. “Good. Now, first thing.” She then waltzed over to me and got me out of the chair and led me to the bathroom. “Let’s go potty, shall we?” I was very confused. I didn’t need to go… or at least I didn’t think I did, but Georgie never led me to the potty first. I almost always was bursting to go poo, or I just used my diaper to pee in helplessly as had become the norm. ‘What was she up to?’ We then entered the bathroom upstairs and she directed me to my small little potty sitting there where it always was. “Sit,” she instructed while still messing around with her tablet. I only nodded but I approached the potty with a considerable amount of hesitation and then checked all around for any signs of tampering or traps that could be lying in wait. Finally, when I didn’t see anything, I turned back to Georgie. “Now, sit. I mean it, but no need to take your diaper off. I just want to see something…” I was now more paranoid than ever. I could feel my diaper already squishing a bit, but the angry flames behind Georgie’s mind made me rethink questioning her at all with anything. So, without a word, I sat down. Mere inches away from contact though, my whole body was racked with the same shocking sensation that I had received before when I tried to remove the collar. I immediately got off the potty from my crouched position and grimaced in pain for about another second before the shocks stopped. “Perfect!” Georgie noted before yanking my arm, and thus myself as well, back to my room. At first, I was confused, but as I saw the potty drift into the distance, I realized that this collar was not coming off, and now, my one spot where I could go poo, would now trigger the collar. There was no doubt now… Georgie wanted me to use my diapers for everything now! She had even made sure that even if I could just hover over the potty, the collar would activate. Plus, with my seemingly dwindling level of control over my bowels recently, I wasn’t confident I could prevent an accident from happening whether I wanted it or not if I was suddenly shocked. My brain whirled and I panicked, but I had little time to think of these things. Georgie soon led me back toward the rocking chair before adjusting something in the back. In an instant, it stood still, and she turned back to me. “Okay… now, you were very bad today, Percy, and you’ll learn about the boundaries of the collar, but you need to learn to never try and escape from me again. As such,” she then walked back over to her bag and pulled something out, “I think it’s time you meet ‘Crimson.’” I looked over the enormous paddle she was now holding. It was accurately named for its long red exterior, and I couldn’t help but notice the holes periodically placed in the large surface area on its head. I quickly gulped. “I designed this myself with our latest technology,” she said as she marveled at the object in her hands. “You could spank an elephant with this thing, and it wouldn’t break. Plus, the holes… well, it’s a speedy little devil for sure.” Consciously or not, I began backing away, but the wall soon stopped me. Georgie noticed and only chuckled. “Escaping that way isn’t going to help you much.” She then held up a small remote. “I’ve programmed this to trigger your collar remotely, so I control you now.” She then sighed. “You see, I tried to be nice and test you through rewarding behavior. I now think that might have been a mistake, so at this point, we’re going to try something a bit different. So, I’m going to sit and you’re going to lay on my lap. There is no second option.” She then sat down on the rocking chair and waited for me to obey her. The collar’s light but noticeable frame was a reminder of the few, if any, options I had at this point. I could run again and likely fail, break a window… maybe call for help but also likely fail, or I could just submit. All my options sucked, but as I walked over to her now, I just hoped that my compliance might just be rewarded. Her lap was surprisingly comfortable, but as soon as the spanks began to rain down on my butt, I became a near instant blubbery mess. My still-present pacifier gag prevented me from screaming and agonizing over my pain too much, but my tears flowed just as freely with or without it on. I think I lost count over 25, and while Mrs. Katherine’s spanks were worse, there was something so much more terrible about the ones I had just endured. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt about as broken as I could get… at least until my stomach grumbled while still laying out in that vulnerable position. I tried to warn Georgie, but she only paused when a small fart inadvertently popped out mere moments after her spanking ceased. “Oh? Did someone’s punishment loosen him up a little?” I mumbled in pain and tried to gesture to the potty, but a small shock through my collar quickly stopped that. “Naughty, naughty… I thought one so smart would have learned by now.” Georgie then sighed as she began to massage by butt and lower back, pressing my stomach further into her knees. “I suppose all you Littles eventually do though… just takes a little…” I farted again. It wasn’t small. She giggled. “…time. I guess you’re all out of that, aren’t you, honey?” I whimpered again… begging… pleading to use the potty, but my muffled pleas and soon moans fell on deaf ears. So, right there, on my tormentor’s lap, I grunted and then filled my diaper up about as much as I thought was possible. I shut my eyes in complete shame. Never had I experienced such humiliation so consciously. Additionally, as if to make matters worse, the time from my stomach grumbling to me filling up my diaper helplessly was less than three minutes. Only a minute and a half if one just counted when I actually felt the pressure in my lower gut. I was already doubting my ability hold in my poo, but today… my confidence felt shattered. “Oh my!” Georgie exclaimed as she witnessed my total humiliation right there on her lap. “Such a good Little. Such a good baby.” I shut my eyes tighter as tears leaked from the edges. She had proved her point in one swift blow and even furthered it as she patted the bulge that had now formed in testament to my helplessness. “I guess someone needs a fresh diapy, huh?” I made no response. “Aww. Is someone shy? Can widdle Percy at least nod his head that he needs a fresh diapy?” I didn’t want to comply, but I wanted out of this diaper even more. So, to my further shame already, I nodded my head like she asked. “Good baby…” She then picked me up and bounced me up and down for a moment. I cringed in shame, but then, to my utter shock, she removed my pacifier gag. Days of near constant use though had messed with my tongue and I was still in too much pain to do much more than whimper. Georgie then went back over to her black leather bag and pulled out what almost looked like a balloon before smiling at it. “Hand,” she then requested calmly after a moment. Broken and defeated, I only complied meekly. “Good boy…” She then pulled the balloon device over my thumb and without a second thought, she plunged the digit right into my mouth. I wanted to spit it out the second it touched my lips, but Georgie’s hand kept my own in place for a moment. “Now, I’m going to hold this for a good second here, but when I let go, you won’t remove it either or you’ll get a shock.” I quickly nodded and complied when she removed her hand. “Good. Now, the ‘thumb suck balloon’ is coated with a substance about six times greater than nicotine. Have fun with that, but don’t take it out.” I nodded, still hoping for a reprieve somewhere. Instead, for my troubles and compliance, I only got more babytalk, more smushing of my diaper, and more humiliation over what I had humiliatingly done. Before today, I was a Little. I had admitted that much at least for months now. But after today, I felt I no longer could claim that I was an unregressed Little. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’ As the second week progressed, the thought of not being a regressed Little became even more prevalent. The collar did its work well and I soon became as compliant as I ever could be to Georgie. No foul language, no potty for anything, no escape attempts, and compliance with anything and everything she put in front of me just became normal. Curiously though, I felt I had started to see something growing in Georgie. It was there after every time my collar went off and even when she was experimenting on me. There was some perverse glee there, but also almost something akin to regret. Heck, even a few times she was feeding me or putting me to bed, I thought she almost looked as if she even wanted to care for me. ‘Maybe this was the Big everyone was talking about… but why was I so different?’ Finally, though, we were only days away from Samantha returning, and being milk drunk after a particular hard dose of Tabers milk, I wanted to know the truth. Something else felt like it was going on here, and after her third glass of wine with dinner, I felt I was never going to have a better opportunity to ask, so, I did. “Why you doin’ this?” I slurred up to Georgie as she finished snapping the last button of my onesie, a now trusted and constant garment of my wardrobe to help prevent leaks, but also provide her ample space to test out her projects on my skin. “As I said… for science and for the academy,” she said confidently, but I could still see something behind her eyes. If I was being honest with myself, it kind of felt like sadness or regret. I should have dropped it, and I should have feared getting shocked, but the Tabers tonight seemed to almost override those types of inhibitions. “You’re lyin’…” I said sloppily. I then pointed to her eyes. ‘Iss there. I can see… there sumfin’ else…” Georgie sighed as she put me into my crib for the night, something that she had pulled out of Samantha’s storage room to keep me in at night rather than to attempt to escape. Honestly though, it was just starting to make me feel safer. If it was even possible, I felt even more afraid of the dark. “Fine,” Georgie relented to my shock. “My name is Georgette Beakerman.” My world seemed to freeze. “Wait… Beakerman… da Dr. Beakerman from da university an’ dat book vi… vid-e-o?” Words were starting to become much harder to say fully. Georgie actually laughed. “Wow! You actually saw that old thing?” I just nodded. “Impressive. I thought they threw all those away…” “Why dey do dat?” I questioned sincerely. “She’s gotta statue even.” Once again, I just hoped that my slurred speech would go away by morning yet again. Georgie nodded sadly though. “Yeah, and the statue looks terrible. See, my grandmother was thrown out… and all this… it’s my payment towards repairing her legacy. She wanted Littles to be equal, which is ridiculous, but I don’t agree with the university either. At least not with Judge Franklin…” she trailed off for a moment, but then looked at me about as serious as anyone could look at another person. “I don’t know what you did to piss that guy off… but I would fix it if I were you,” she warned. “He wants you broken… utterly compliant for something. He gave me funding and promised my grandmother’s reputation would be restored if I did all this to you. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. And… I don’t know if this means anything, but I really am sorry. I got carried away a few times I can admit, but I also had orders and had to show a few of the judges of proof I had done what I had claimed. That all finished tonight, which is why I’m even telling you all this before I go back to the academy, but I really hope one day you can forgive me.” I highly doubted that day would ever come, but while a part of me wanted to believe she was just the bad guy in all this the past few weeks, there was another more blamable culprit I knew now. Once again, Judge Franklin was trying to hurt this family and me, now on a much deeper and more personal level than before. I don’t think I could have ever hated another person more right then. Georgie wished me a goodnight, but unlike other nights then gave me something that I had been longing for a while now. While I still had Stripe and Nurple with me, there was one thing missing; Samantha’s gift to me; her ‘Smell and Comfort’ blanket. As I snuggled into the blanket that smelled so much like her, it made my heart hurt from missing her so much still. I then thought I heard whispering around me as the lights turned off, but I just tried to ignore them as much as I had since the day that Harriet had come over. I never did figure out my punishment for trying to yell out that day, but the whispering both terrified me and made me oddly calm. Regardless, tonight, I drifted off in the warm and soft confines of my amazing blanket. Samantha would be back in a few days, and I just hoped everything would be okay after, but as anyone here could testify; there were no guarantees. A few tears fell from my face and is if on instinct by now, my thumb slowly made it into my mouth. I didn’t care anymore. By now, it just felt comforting, and I could use as much of that as I could muster. I don’t think anyone could truly judge me for that. Slowly, though, my eyes began to drift close through the tears still wetting the blanket wrapped up around my body. As the whispering lulled me to sleep, I mumbled something as usual lately, but that I could also never remember what it was. “Good Littles are rewarded… I’m a good Little… I’m a good baby…” I’m sure it didn’t matter though... All that did matter though, was that Samantha was returning. Everything would okay then. ‘Three weeks top. Promise…’

Chapter 91: Twinning I DIDN’T NEED a wardrobe change, but I figured a bathroom break was a good idea. I followed Beth back, and Gary ended up helping me out of the diaper and back in it afterward. Beth was in Isabella’s hands then as they styled her hair to match mine as closely as possible. The dress I wore looked identical to hers, just a smaller size. Both fell to just below our knees, which was unusually long of a dress for an adopted and babied Little. I realized they must have done a cut on Beth’s hair, too, so we matched even there. “You all cut her hair?” I asked Gary as I waited for them to finish. “Will we have to reshoot the other scenes she’s been in?” He shook his head, “She had her hair in pigtails for those, so other than the bangs, you can see nothing different there. It’s been a few days in time since her problem at the daycare. From a continuity perspective, it’s very possible she got a haircut. We’ll just go with it.” I nodded and felt a little more uneasy about the whole thing. “Carly?” I heard. “We’re going to begin filming while they finish with Beth.” Sebastian’s voice came over an intercom in the wardrobe area. “Wardrobe, heard,” Gary called back. “Time to skidaddle?” he smiled at me. I walked up to Charlotte, and she picked me up and stood outside the ‘door’ in the receptionist area. Ava scurried over and brought a pacifier she gently placed inside my mouth. I gave it a hesitant bite and a suckle, surprised by how comfortable it was inside my mouth and fearing it could be one of those inflating pacifiers I’d seen being used. Across from the door was a counter. The side wall showed a door to the daycare, and then the wall to the other side was open for cameras. “Quiet on the set!!!” we heard a moment later before “Action!” was called, and Charlotte entered the door. Charlotte walked up to where Amelia seemed to be chewing gum and working on the computer. “Well, hello there, Miss Ingels! I didn’t know you had another baby girl?” She stood up and greeted us, “She’s so adorable!!!” Charlotte bounced me up and down lightly and ran a hand through my hair before saying, “Well, baby Brianna just joined the family this morning! She’s actually a bit of a surprise for Callie?” Amelia said, “Oh?” with a smile, “She doesn’t know yet?” She almost squealed with glee. “Not yet!” she bounced me again and said, “I’m hoping maybe Brianna can help Callie get the hang of the big girl potty?” “Aww! We have a new buddy, huh?” I knew the script called for Charlotte to blush, but I wasn’t supposed to look at her. I found myself leaning my head on her shoulder as I sucked on the pacifier, though she said, “Yeah.” Amelia squealed, “Let me get little Miss Callie up here to meet her! I love seeing families grow!” Charlotte set me on my feet, and I heard, “Cut!” “How was that?” I asked. “Great, your lines were perfect,” Charlotte joked. “Actually, I loved it when you leaned into Sarah there!” Sebastian said. “Charlotte, did you have any issues? Honestly, I’m okay with that take right now?” “I am, but why don’t we do it again one more time just for safety’s sake. It’s a short scene…” She ran her hand back through my hair again, “Actually… Amelia, you’re not an acting major, but you come across with great instincts. How about we toss the script away and reshoot it without it?” “Huh?” She asked. “Kelly wrote some okay lines, but I think we could do better?” “Okay?” “And you,” she said, “I don’t want you silent the whole time. Callie isn’t going to come out with a pacifier in her mouth right then, so let’s have you without yours, and you actually respond to something?” I shrugged, “Okay? Respond how?” “However you feel in the moment?” Charlotte said. “We may never use this footage, or it may, in fact, be the best thing we shoot?” I nodded at that, “Okay.” “Places!” Sebastian said. Charlotte picked me up, placed me on her hip, and put the pacifier I’d been using in the hands of another crew member. “Let’s try this again,” she said with a smile. The call to action came, and we walked through the doors with me on her hip. “Well, hello, Miss Ingels! And who might this adorable princess be?” She smiled. Charlotte bounced me up and down, “Well, tell her what your name is, sweetie?” I leaned in on her body and said, “Brianna,” quietly. “Oh my, what a beautiful name for such a pretty little girl!” She said with a smile. “And how old are you?” “Twenty-four,” I said. “Oh my gosh! Twenty-four months?!? You’re almost two years old?!?” I blushed at that, even as she reached across the counter and booped my nose. “That’s great! You’re big enough to come here now!” she smiled. Charlotte laughed at that, “Almost, but not quite yet. Maybe in a couple months.” “I didn’t know you had adopted?” Amelia asked. “Just adopted this little princess today!” “Oh my gosh! Congratulations!!! I’m sure Callie will be so excited to have a baby sister!” Charlotte squeezed me tighter, “Well, hopefully, she’ll also be excited to learn how to use the potty with her.” “Oh…” Amelia forced her eyes open. “Do we have a new buddy joining us to help Miss Callie?” “That’s the plan,” Charlotte said. “And she doesn’t know she’s getting a new baby sister?” “Nope, it’s a surprise!” “Oh my gosh! I’ll get them to bring her down so they can meet. I’m going to make sure I can record it, though! I can’t wait to see how excited she gets!!!” “I just hope she gets excited about using the potty,” Charlotte said almost under her breath. “Cut!” I heard Sebastian say. “What did you think?” Charlotte asked. “Much better, that’s what we’ll use!” Sebastian said. “I agree,” Will added. “Is Beth ready?” Sebastian asked over the intercom. “On her way, sorry, the hair took longer to sort out than I expected.” I turned towards the wardrobe area and saw Beth step out wearing the nearly identical dress. The diaper she wore was covered by the skirt, but you could tell by the waddle and the faint crinkling as she drew nearer that a diaper was worn underneath. Anyone seeing us would be sure they saw a pair of sisters. ‘They’d probably think the baby sister was so happy to look just like big sis!’ I thought. “Okay, I know I shouldn’t say this, but you both look absolutely adorable together!” Amelia said. “No, you probably shouldn’t,” Sebastian agreed. “They do look cute, though; it will play well on the camera. Let’s get this show back rolling, everyone. I’m sure Carly would like to return to her normal self as soon as possible, and I’m sure Beth would like to have her hair fixed back to normal, too! Places everyone!” We both nodded and agreed and took our places. When we began filming again, Charlotte placed me on my feet on the ground beside her. The door opened, and a blur ran past, “Mommy!!!!!” Beth said as she ran happily to Charlotte. Charlotte picked her up and said, “Hi, Princess! Did you have a good day?” “Uh-huh!” She said, “We played house today! I got to be the mommy!” “You’ll have to tell me all about it on the way home, but first, I have someone I want you to meet!” Charlotte placed Beth down on the ground to look at me now. Beth said, “Who are you? You look just like me!” I fidgeted but waved and said, “Hi, Callie, I’m Brianna.” “She looks like you too, mommy!” Beth said. Charlotte knelt beside us, placing a comforting arm around each of our shoulders. “Well, she should, sweetie, because she’s your new sister!” Beth, Charlotte, and I had practiced this a little off to the side, and Charlotte had insisted Beth wait about four seconds longer than she thought she should. While she reached that count, Charlotte and I watched her, holding our breath, seemingly waiting to see if a bomb was about to explode. Finally, she began jumping up and down like a little kid with too much sugar in their blood, “Yay!!! I have a sister!!!!!” We were both held in an embrace for a few moments before she ran her hands over her face, then down our backs comfortingly, before she scooped us both up into her arms and held us on either side of her body. “I never had a chance to look at the TykeCare App. Did Callie try to use the potty at all today?” Amelia moved back to a tablet and pressed on it for a second. I knew the screen displayed the stat for Callie for the hours she’d been there. “No, she’s had three wet diapers and one poopie, but no potty tries. In her room, we don’t exactly encourage any, though?” Charlotte sighed, squeezed us both, and then replied to Amelia, “I know they’re more focused on baby care; just checking. I need to get these two girls home, feed them dinner, and let them play a bit before night-night time. We probably won’t return with them until my maternity leave ends.” “Sounds good! Oh, and I’ll email you here in a bit,” she waved her phone. “Bye-bye, Brianna! You’re going to love your new mommy and sister!” “Bye-bye!” Beth said even as we turned to leave out the door. “Cut!!!” BETH SIGHED FROM her perch in Charlotte’s arms as she asked, “Can we be put down for a moment?” Charlotte laughed, “Sure, Beth, my arms will appreciate it too!” Beth was grateful to be on her feet as Sebastian approached the trio. “So?” She asked him. “It honestly was probably better than anything the other groups will do…” Sebastian said. “Which means not good enough?” Charlotte laughed. “Okay, what do we need to do differently?” “Well, first, I think we need to get a couple of the HoloWorkers to watch the meeting and add some ‘awws’ to the mix in the background?” Charlotte nodded, “Yeah, I think this would be too cute to miss.” “I think you also need to just hug Beth on the floor, don’t stand up with her. It was a little awkward with the cameras refocusing on the two?” “Speaking of that, Sebastian, if we’re doing this again, I need five minutes to readjust the cameras?” “Go for it!” He told him. Sebastian looked thoughtful then. “Well, I have a note for what I saw,” Charlotte said. “Carly, you looked way too comfortable when Beth hugged you. Let’s get some awkwardness? Can you make yourself stiff as a board when she hugs you?” “Sure…?” Connor said. ‘Carly…’ Beth yelled at herself. Nothing in the last few hours had done anything to make Beth think ‘Connor’ was unhappy about being changed into ‘Carly.’ If anything, she seemed more relaxed? “Beth, let’s get you a stuffed animal to hold when you run out. I know the script called for Brianna to have a pacifier here, but I don’t want them in the way when she talks. Same for you…” “I’ve got a spare stuffed rabbit in the back?” Ben said. “We grabbed a bargain bin of things from Professor Wyler this week?” “Perfect!” Sebastian said. “Okay then, reset, and we’ll do this again!” Beth sighed but did everything she could to hopefully make it just one more take! Unfortunately, it took three more, and she was dying to use the restroom when they were done. She must not have been the only one because Charlotte and Sebastian had everyone take a break for lunch then. She’d enlisted Charlotte’s help to get her and Connor out of the diapers so they could both use the potty and then joined them for lunch. Throughout the day, Nikki had done her best just to blend into the background. She was always watching, but if Beth didn’t know who she was, she might have thought she was a random AI character. They had been going for seven hours at this point, and she was beginning to feel a little sympathy for the salaries her favorite actresses like Charlotte made! When they resumed filming, they breezed through several scenes with fewer takes per scene than they had been doing. Beth wasn’t sure if that was impatience to be done or just that Sebastian and Charlotte really felt like they were less important. The unfortunate part of them breezing through some less traumatic scenes was that they were also closing in on the worst of them rather quickly! They had just been filmed climbing the staircase to the playroom with Beth pulling Carly along and stopping.” “Okay, this scene will take a bit more setup time here,” Will told Sebastian. “We need to get both girls loaded with PooPloders now.” “Gary?” Sebastian called out. “On it, Seb!” Gary said and then pulled us both into the wardrobe area. Beth had been through the process before, but this would be Connor… Carly’s first time. Gary seemed to be thinking the same thing, “Beth, you want to hit the restroom, and then we’ll get you loaded first?” She nodded, “Probably a good idea!” He smiled down at her, knelt at her level, pulled the tapes loose, and patted her on the shoulder. Go ahead!” Beth wished it was that simple right then, but she had to do a bit of gymnastics with the body suit to keep it out of the way to pee. Even then, a single drop didn’t entirely wipe off when she wiped, making her blush! Carly switched places with her in the bathroom while Gary picked her up and placed a diaper underneath her bottom. “Just a heads up, this one will be a little bit more than the one we used before.” “Why?” She asked. “We need it to look both wet and poopy; we’re also going for a little bigger mess for the cameras?” She sighed, “Got it. Hopefully, we can do this scene once!” He laughed, “Don’t hope too much; it’ll cause it to be fifteen times!” “Bite your tongue…” she told him a little more tersely than he probably deserved. Carly exited the bathroom right as he held the PooPloder in his hand. “What exactly is it?” she asked Gary. Embarrassingly, he stopped doing what he was doing and showed the device to her. “This part will spray a special vapor that will react with the diaper’s absorbent core and make it look like a full bladder of fluid has been released into the diaper. We’re also going to pre-spray this diaper with some of that because Callie definitely wouldn’t last from her last daycare change through then without going a little pee-pee.” It was good that Carly was on the ground; she couldn’t see Beth turning redder than a fire truck right then! “And the other side?” “That’s the poopy side, we place each about where they would come out on the bodysuit, and then it means it looks like a convincingly loaded diaper.” “What’s the fake poop feel like?” Connor asked. “Sticky horrible goop,” Beth sighed. “Let’s get her taken care of, then we’ll get you set, and then you’ll get to figure it out yourself in a few minutes,” Gary said with a bit of a chuckle. “I agree with Beth, though; it’s pretty horrible. The only positive thing is it doesn’t smell.” Beth sat as still as she could as Gary pressed the PooPloder against her bodysuit, and it stuck in place. It was horrifying to be touched there, but she at least knew from the past week that Gary had no desire for anything she had. ‘And I think he’s a good enough guy to keep it professional anyway,’ she had to admit. He was very gentle as he taped the new diaper shut, and she realized it was already treated and expanded from the fake urine. “Eew,” she said. “Sorry,” Gary said. “At least it’s not water or something we poured down there? Or the old days when they would pump you full of fluid and hope you peed when they needed you to?” He had taped the trigger button for her unit inside her palm and covered it with some SkinSync makeup that hid it. “You’re not making this any better,” she told him as he lifted her and sat her on the floor. He laughed good-naturedly then and picked up Carly, standing her on the table first. “Okay, I mentioned I wanted to make sure we just had you wear the diaper earlier so you didn’t have any strikes, but a set of undergarments has to be under this to stick to it. Pull this up your waist,” he said to her. Beth saw what looked like a body shaper handed to her. It was a dead ringer for her skin color, and once it was in place, it looked like she was still naked unless you looked closely. ‘Like mine,’ she admitted. With that, she was pushed onto her back like Beth had been, and Gary started to apply the PooPloder. “Umm…” Carly said as Gary began. “Yes?” “Does it have to be you who does this?” “Pretty much?” Gary paused, “Why?” “I’m just… it feels…” “Violating?” He asked. Carly nodded, and Beth felt her own nod. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! I am looking for the requisite likes to post on Sunday! 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Chapter 5: About That Favor I woke to the sound of claws being dragged across wood. Chester was scratching at the door, his paws all the way past the doorknob. The cat was a master of breaking into my bedroom. Getting out of it, not so much. He dropped his paws to the ground, turned around to glare at me, and let out a loud, high-pitched meow. I rolled over as if to move to the side of the bed, only to find myself completely tangled up in a sleeping bag. I looked around for my friends – Angie and Emma – but they were nowhere to be found. But I was on the floor in a sleeping bag. And I only slept in those during sleepovers. So where exactly were they? Oh, wait. The events of last night came back to me. The struggle to get my bladder to release. The flooded sheets after I had finally managed to trick it into letting go. Having to knock on my parents’ door to inform them of the supposed accident. Mom setting up the sleeping bag for me on the floor. Chester meowed loudly at me again and then resumed his scratching at the door. It was only slightly better than having to listen to chalk on a blackboard. I scrambled out of the sleeping bag. Better to let him out quickly than have Grace, or worse, Jackson, open the door for me and discover that all my bedding was missing. I’d have a hard time coming up with a good explanation for that, along with why I had ended up on the floor in a sleeping bag. I cracked the door open just enough for Chester to squeeze through into the hallway and then closed it right away. I stretched my hands in the air. I always felt so stiff after sleeping on the floor. How long had I slept in, anyway? I grabbed my phone off of where I had left it on the floor next to the sleeping bag. I tapped the screen. Already 10 a.m. I had really slept in. But that made sense with how late I had stayed up. I scrolled through my notifications. There were a half-dozen messages from Angie and Emma, ribbing me for how late I had slept in. Both of my friends had been up earlier, discussing what our plans would be for the day. They had come to the decision that they wanted to go to the mall. I agreed that it sounded like a bunch of fun, but aside from needing a ride, none of our parents were going to let their middle schoolers stay at the mall unchaperoned. I highly doubted that any of our parents wanted to spend time at the mall this weekend. And there weren’t any other good options at the moment. Emma’s older sister would sometimes be willing to go along with us, but she wasn’t getting back home from college for a few weeks. Angie didn’t have any siblings at all, so that wasn’t of any help. And Grace, well, she worked very hard to avoid spending any more time around my friends than was absolutely necessary. I wasn’t even going to bother asking her. In most other things, Grace and I were on good terms as far as sisters with a five-year age gap between them could be. We both had inherited our parents’ red hair, and I was practically a younger mini-me of my sister, everything else diverged from there. I was the athlete of our family, taking more after my dad in that regard. I mostly stuck to playing soccer, at least competitively, but I was always the first girl picked for any of the activities during gym class. If only I had managed to get Dad’s brains as well. I wouldn’t have any trouble doing math at all. Grace was much more artistically inclined. She planned to major in graphic design at college. I did like to doodle myself, but only as a distraction during boring school lectures; nothing that ended up in my notebook could exactly qualify as art. I grabbed a change of clothes so I could get dressed in the bathroom after the shower. Jean shorts and a tie-die shirt were the plan for today. Even though I had showered in the middle of the night, I still needed to shower again this morning, as I had only gotten under the water to briefly clean off the urine that had gotten all over me from intentionally wetting the bed. I texted my friends that I would check with my mom about the possibility of going to the mall but told them to not get their hopes up. I suggested going over to Angie’s place, which was closest to the neighborhood park, to kick around a soccer ball for a bit if the mall plan didn’t work out. With my clothes in hand, I hesitated in front of the bedroom door. Now was yet another moment of truth. I would have to walk out into the house with the full knowledge that Mom knew that I had wet the bed last night. There wasn’t any reason to think that Dad didn’t know either. If he somehow hadn’t managed to get a glimpse of my wet pajamas last night, Mom would have certainly filled him in on all the details of what had happened. I’d vastly underestimated how uncomfortable that would make me feel. But I could at least take solace in the fact that Mom hadn’t seemed upset at me in any way, and she had handled that late-night bedwetting episode with the expertise of someone who wasn’t out of place in that situation. I stepped out into the hallway. No one was in sight. I speed-walked toward the bathroom. <><><> There was a lingering smell of scrambled eggs when I walked into the kitchen, but any hopes for a late breakfast were dashed by the empty pan on the stove. “Good morning,” Mom said. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee and a now empty plate of scrambled eggs set to the side of the book that was propped open in front of her. “Morning,” I replied. “I had meant to save you some,” Mom said. “But I think your father ate them. He thought you were going to sleep in all the way till lunch at this point.” “That’s fine,” I said, even though my stomach was telling me that it would have liked some scrambled eggs. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that brief exchange, but something still felt off between us as I left the kitchen and walked over to the family room. Mom knew. She didn’t know the real secret. But she knew a secret. It felt as though that one act of pretending to wet the bed had irrevocably altered things between us, a situation that made me feel more uncomfortable because it couldn’t be acknowledged at the moment. “About time you’re up,” Grace said as I walked into the family room. My older sister turned to look at Dad. “You always give me such a hard time about sleeping in. And I’m always up in time to at least eat breakfast.” Dad opened his mouth slightly and then bit his lip. Yeah, he definitely knew as well. I had already come that close to having my secret come out. “Good morning to you, too,” I muttered to my sister as I sat down on the couch and slid my phone out of my pocket. I sent a few more texts to my friends while trying my best to ignore the show that Jackson was watching on the TV. Mom joined us a few minutes later. She gave my sister a look, and Grace went off to the kitchen. Dishes were her chore, after all. Mom glanced to make sure that Grace was out of earshot before turning back to talk to me. “There’s some laundry for you to grab from the basement.” “OK.” I figured that’s where my bedding would still be, as Mom had taken in downstairs to get washed last night. I went back to looking at my phone. “Maddy,” my dad said. “Yes?” “Your mom asked you to do something.” No, she didn’t. She just said my bedding was in the basement. Oh. It hadn’t dawned on me immediately that she had said that to let me know she expected me to go and deal with it right away. Why couldn’t she just tell me what she wanted directly? “Oh, yeah. I’m on it.” I stood up from the couch. Then, I remembered there was something I had told my friends I was going to ask Mom. May as well get it over with. “Hey, Mom, can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “We were wanting to go to the mall after lunch.” Mom didn’t need an explanation of who I was going to be going with. That could only mean Angie and Emma. “You think you could take us?” “Sorry,” Mom said. “But I’m taking your brother to a birthday party for one of his friends from school. Maybe another time.” I looked over at Dad. “It is a nice day out.” I just stared at him. That wasn’t an answer. Dad finally elaborated on his response. “That means I’m sure there are better things to do than stay inside all day.” “Fine,” I said in defeat. I trudged off toward the laundry room. “Oh, and Maddy, don’t forget to clean the cat litter while you’re down there,” Mom called out after me. <><><> I decided that I was glad we only had one cat as I finished scooping out the litter box. I wrinkled my nose as I tied up the bag and tossed it into a garbage bin. Still, it certainly beat having a dog. No way was I going to go around picking up poop off the ground every day. With that chore done, I turned to the more embarrassing task. My bedding was still in the dryer. It must not have finished long ago, because the sheets were slightly warm as I scooped them up into my arms. Grace was still washing dishes when I came up from the basement. Thankfully, she was too focused on her task to turn and look at what I was doing. I knew that part of the family room was also visible from the top of the basement stairs, but I intentionally didn’t look in that direction. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with my parents, not as they knew exactly why all the bedding had needed to be washed this morning. Jackson was too busy watching Saturday morning cartoons to pay any attention to me, and he was too young to draw any inferences from seeing me carry my bedding back to my bedroom so soon after having gotten out of bed. I walked as quickly and as quietly as I could to the staircase that led to the second floor. I shut my bedroom door behind me and dropped all of my bedding in a heap on the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief. How many more times would I need to go through this charade? Were my acting skills up to the task? I think I had Mom and Dad fooled so far. I’d gone off script last night with my inability to tell my parents that I had wet the bed, but that only added to the obvious shame that I had to have been showing. They had to have believed it was a real bedwetting accident. But how many nights and days were going to have to pass before this could settle into what would be a much simpler routine? Faking bedwetting while wearing a pull-up was going to be a lot easier. These late nights and sneaking around to bring my laundry back to my bedroom weren’t going to be sustainable. I needed pull-ups. And I needed them now. A thought did cross my mind. Maybe after one or two more nights of bedwetting, if my parents hadn’t purchased pull-ups for me by then, I could go ahead and ask them to get some for me. But that wasn’t going to happen. If I wasn’t even capable of verbally admitting that I had wet the bed, there was absolutely no way that I could somehow manage to ask them to purchase pull-ups for me. Besides, I had already ruled out that course of action. I couldn’t give them any hints that I somehow wanted to wear pull-ups. But there wasn’t any other option of getting pull-ups other than the path I had already set myself on last night. Plus, the worst of it was already over. I wasn’t going to have to do anything tonight that I hadn’t already proven that I was capable of doing. I knew I could make myself pee in bed. I knew I could endure the humiliation of walking over to my parents’ bedroom to inform them of the accident. I knew I could get past the embarrassment of having to help my mom strip off the bedding and hand her my wet clothes to bring down to the wash. I could deal with needing to bring my bedding back to my room while trying to avoid catching my sister’s attention. All I had to do was keep my eye on the prize. I crawled onto the uncovered mattress and leaned over to where I had peed on the bed last night. There didn’t appear to be any obvious stains. I leaned in and took a sniff. Didn’t smell bad, either. Whatever cleaning stuff Mom had used obviously worked well. What was it that she had said last night? Oh yes, that it hadn’t been the first time when she had needed to get up in the middle of the night to deal with a wet bed. I suspected some of the cleaning solutions might be leftovers from when Grace had been a bedwetter herself. I had just finished making the bed when there was a knock at the door. I knew it was my sister. Jackson would just burst in right after knocking, and my parents would announce that it was them. “Come in.” “I can take you to the mall,” Grace said as she peered her head in through the open door. That got my attention. But that raised a whole host of questions. Chiefly, why in the world would my older sister volunteer for a task that she disliked so much? Grace stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. “So,” my older sister said, lowering her voice to just barely above a whisper. “About that favor I wanted from you yesterday.” --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

Tony squirmed, and his stomach was grumbling. "Come on sweetie, drink the bottle!" Ella said. She pulled him closer into her lap, holding him tight. She held the bottle close to his face. He frowned. "This isn't fair Mommy. I don't want another bottle," he whined. "I already can't take any more." She smirked down on him, and bounced him on her knee. His diaper crinkled, and his stomach grumbled again. "I don't remember agreeing to any limit on how much I could feed you. The deal was you had to keep your pampers clean, not that I would then starve you." "But..." he said. She waved a finger at his nose. "Ah ah ah, no whining. You know Baby has to listen to his Mommy, right?" "Yeah..." he pouted. "And that Mommy always knows what's best for her baby?" "Yeah" he said again. "Then baby should listen to Mommy and drink his buh buh. Come on, drink up!" Tony frowned, but opened his mouth for the nip. She shoved it in, and he started sucking. Tony shuffled in Ella's lap, trying to ignore his stomach cramping. He squirmed as if trying to break out of her grasp, though he put no real effort into it. He was dressed in an outfit that was fairly normal for him at home- light purple shirt over a thick white diaper printed with bunny rabbits, pacifier tied on a string around his neck, and hair in pigtails, the only thing that was different from normal is his "Mommy" deliberately kept his skirt and onesies off so he "couldn't hide any accident in his diaper." The reason for that was the thing that wasn't normal for the night, the bet he had made. The bet seemed simple at first. Mommy would put him in his diapers, as normal. He would then be banned from the toilet, which happened from time to time. They had some of their kink friends coming over the next day, and if he managed to keep his diaper clean until bedtime, he could dress in normal "Big boy" clothes the next day for their visit. That came with special privileges. He could finally sit at the dom table, rather then serving them with the other subs. He could drink alcohol, rather then the normal juice and milk his AB sub status left him with. Rather then being teased and humiliated the whole night, he could finally be the one watching the show from a position of control. If he failed and filled his diaper, however, he wouldn't be. Instead, he agreed to let Mommy hypnotize him once the morning before and leave an instruction in his mind, without his knowing what that instruction was. The possibilities left him terrified, if a bit excited. She could make him act like a dog, and bark every time someone new entered the building. She could make him instantly obedient to any command, and get ordered around by the entire group all night. She could make him constantly horny, and eager for any chance and pleasure. The fact that he didn't know was what was most frightening. At first he thought this would be an easy bet to win. However, what he forgot was that the normal rules for when he played her diapered sissy still applied. That meant he had to do anything she asked, including eat or drink anything. So, after his eight bottle of milk, third bowl of beans, and constant force feedings of whatever Mommy found around, his stomach was turning with over an hour left before bedtime. "AH ah, stop squirming sweetie, or I may have to give you a spanking!" "I can't stop!" he replied. "My stomach hurts so bad!" "Then let go. Into your diapie. That's what it is there for," she smiled. "NO! I WILL WIN!" he replied triumphantly. Ella giggled. "That's a really proud way to say you MAAAYY be able to keep your diaper clean, MAYBE, if you try real hard." Tony groaned. His stomach turned, and he heard himself let out gas into his diaper. "EEEP! Mommy! Please no more!" he whined. Ella giggled. "Its ok sweetie, far from the worst thing I've seen you put into your pampers. Now drink your buh-buh." He kept drinking, and squirmed as he clenched to keep his diaper clean. Ella started bouncing him up and down harder, and he felt his innards loosening as he did. "What? Am I not allowed to bounce my widdle baby on my knee? Hear his widdle diapers crinkle? Hear his stomach..." "EEEP! Mommy!" he said as his stomach cramped up loudly. He began to sweat from the effort, and tried to distract himself by drinking the bottle, though the milk only made the feeling worse? "EEERR... ER..." he said, straining from the effort. His stomach grumbled again, and... BLAART! "NO! OH NO! NOT NOW!" He shouted his gut finally opened up and poured its contents into his diaper. Mommy giggled and kept bouncing, and he felt the mess grow and mash into him over and over. It was over in moments, but the damage was done. Mommy laughed out loud as she bounced him again, knowing she had won. "Oh no," he moaned. "Oh yes stinky, that's a full diaper. I won the bet," she teased. "But that's not fair! You didn't say you were going to force feed me all that!" She silenced him by shoving his pacifier in his mouth, which he knew came with the order for silence. "Now now, we both agreed to the deal. You were just so excited about maybe being a big boy for our friends that you didn't think things through, weren't you?" He blushed and nodded. "And isn't it that same lack of thinking and over excitement that explains exactly WHY you're my little sub in diapers and why I'm your mommy?" He nodded again. "Good. Glad you learned your lesson. Now, are you going to finish your buh buh, or am I going to keep bouncing you up and down in your poopy diapers all night?" He groaned. He was full, but the repeated squelching was already making him nauseous, so he sucked and finished the bottle. When he was done, she stood him on the ground and sniffed around him, then waved a hand in front of her nose. "Whew! You really did a number on those diapers. You stink like a sewer! No hiding that, eh?" He shook his head. "Good boy. Now, off to bed poopy pants, and we'll play our game tomorrow." She patted his bottom, giving another nauseating squelch. He looked at her with a pout, and she waved goodnight at him. He waddled toward his bedroom, thoughts about the next day turning over in his mind.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twenty-Two: Fall Fun Buttercup, who was asleep in the teddy bear costume, woke up when she felt herself being moved. Looking out of her glass eyes, it appeared to her that she was now in her bedroom. She soon heard what sounded like a zipper being unzipped. She soon started to feel a coolness on her back, as if her back was exposed. She heard Owner saying, “Stay perfectly still, Buttercup, until I remove your tubes. I don’t want you getting hurt.” A hand blocked her vision as he worked to remove the tubes from her nostrils. After that was finished, he dropped the face after she opened her mouth to release the gag. He continued helping her remove her hands and legs from the costume. After she could see correctly, she noticed that she was on the changing table. Owner was in the process of removing her soaked diaper. He said, “Katie Ann, you sure soak your diapers at night.” He removed the plug and probe from her behind and set her on a potty in case she had to go. After a bit, he strapped her back down to the changing table. After the regressed girl was properly protected, he put her ruffled tights on her. Then, a pair of pink, shiny Mary Janes went on her feet. Setting her on her bed, he helped her in a white turtleneck shirt. Her pink princess costume was placed on her next, and after she stood up, Daddie tied her sash. He put her pointed hat on her and tied pink bows on the bottom of her pigtails. Patting her on the bottom, he said, “Let’s go downstairs, Princess Katie Ann, to get some breakfast in you.” He pulled out an ordinary chair, patting it for her, signaling that she should sit there. After she sat down, her bib was tied around her neck, and a pop tart and her sippy were placed in front of her. She asked her Daddie, “Where are we going today, Daddie?” “After you are done eating, you are going next door, Princess. I am not going with you. Besides, you should know by now that information is given to you on a need-to-know basis, and you almost never need to know.” “Oh,” she said as she waited for Daddie to clean her face and excuse her from the table. After she was excused, he walked with her to the front and watched her walk the quarter or so mile to the Bullard’s house. She rang the doorbell and waved to her Daddie, who was still watching her from the front of his house when Mrs. Bullard let her in. She was led towards the table, where she saw Stacy dressed as Minnie Mouse and in the process of getting makeup put on her. “Princess Katie, you’re just in time for your makeup,” Mrs. Bullard said when she finished with her daughter. The regressed girl sat on the chair after Minnie got up. Soon, she was done and offered a mirror to the princess. Katie looked in the mirror and saw that she had rosy cheeks, red lips, and mascara on her eyelashes. “Thank you, Mrs. Bullard,” she said. “You're welcome, Princess, but call me Aunt Sara, please. It is now time to go.” Almost overtop of each other, the two girls tried to talk at the same time, with Katie going, “Ok, Auntie Sara,” and Stacy excitedly going, “Yay!” Following the parade of Bullards, she found herself at Auntie’s Mini Van. After the side door was slid open, Katie saw that there were two booster seats in the first bench seat. She went in first as requested, then Minnie Mouse followed her. “Katie, I understand you usually use a five-point harness, but this will have to do today,” Auntie told the little princess as she made sure the girls were buckled in. “Aunty, this is perfect. Thank you for inviting me.” As they were leaving, Stacy leaned over and told her friend, “Are you not excited about where we are going?” “Where are we going?” “Didn’t Uncle Adam tell you where we are going? We are going to a fall fun place, a corn maze, hay rides, and other stuff,” Stacy said, shocked that Katie was utterly clueless. “Uncle? And information is given to me on a need-to-know basis, and I normally don’t need to know.” “Yeah, he said to call him that, and he normally gives me any information when I ask.” “It has to do with the fact I am not really a seven-year-old. It also has to do with Daddie and my relationship, something called being submissive to him.” Stacy was puzzled over that word. “What is submissive?” Katie started to open her mouth but heard Auntie say, “Girls change the subject. I will tell you later, Stacy. And Katie, you are supposed to be seven, not nineteen. Please return to your regressed form.” Both of the girls blushed at their rebuke, and Stacy told her friend, “Uncle let me sleep in your room when he watched me last week. You have a beautiful room, Katie.” “You are always welcome to sleep in my room, with or without me being there, my friend,” Katie replied. Soon, the conversation between the girls changed to mundane items, and it wasn’t long before Auntie turned into a grass parking lot. Both of the girls undid their seatbelts and got out of the car after their door was opened. They watched Auntie grab a backpack from the minivan before following her to a ticket booth. “Two seven-year-olds and me, please.” “What ticket level?” the lady in the booth asked, pointing to a sign. “All exclusive level, please,” Auntie answered. The lady answered, “With the girl’s costume discount and tax, that comes to eighteen dollars.” After the money was exchanged, Auntie was handed some stuff in return. “Katie, Stacy, I need your wrists, please,” Auntie requested at them. Holding her wrist out, Katie found a paper-colored bracelet being placed on it. She then followed the parade to a table near the corn maze. “Stacy, I am assuming that you are going to do your normal thing and do the maze first?” Auntie asked. “Yes, Mommie” “Katie, you recognize this?” Auntie asked while holding up a phone. “My phone?!?” Auntie replied, “I have added my number to your small list of contacts. I am going to let you two run off alone. You are to call me if you two have any problems. I will call when you two have been gone too long without checking in. I will be sitting right here. Check in with me before going to a new activity,” handing the phone to Katie and a map to Stacy. Katie, holding the phone, realized she had a problem, so she asked, “Auntie, where am I going to put the phone?” “Your Daddie had that costume modified to have a pocket. Check your right side near the top of your skirt, Princess.” Katie, finding the pocket between the seams on her right side, slid the phone into it before the two girls ran off towards the maze. After they had been running for a while, Katie felt her heart rate increasing, and she was afraid of her normal dizziness. The regressed girl started to tell Stacy, “Stacy, slow down, I can’t let my heart rate get too …” before she remembered the pills she takes every morning. So she continued, “Never mind, I take pills to correct that issue. Carry on.” With that, the girls continued running as fast as they could through the maze. After about forty-five minutes, the girls found the exit, and true to her word, Auntie was waiting at the table right outside the exit. After checking in with her, they went to the fairy tale trail, which was near the maze. Aunt Sara decided to follow them as they saw all the scarecrows dressed up as scenes from fairy tales. Katie could have sworn at least one of them moved when she turned her head. They were told to pose in front of one scene, as Stacy’s mommie had done in other scenes. As they were standing there, she felt someone hugging her. Turning to look at Stacy behind her, she discovered that her friend was standing to the left with her mouth wide open, looking behind her, and that wasn’t Minnie behind the regressed girl. Katie jumped and looked behind her to see a scarecrow dressed like Mother Goose was hugging her. Smiling as if a scarecrow could be described as smiling, Mother Goose spun the little princess around and posed for some pictures before returning to the previous frozen position. As they were passing some tents while heading to the bouncy castle that Katie picked as the next activity, they heard, “Come and get your pictures taken. I have lots of outfits for you to wear.” Turning to look, it was one of those photo booths where you dress up in various costumes, usually old-time outfits, and they pose you. Auntie asked what outfits they had and got in reply, “Old-time costumes, like Victorian or can-can girls, I could even dress the girls like that, but they look cute enough like they are. I also have a nice selection of Halloween costumes, princesses, superheroes, witches, and ghosts and goblins.” “Can you take pictures of the girls together and separately while your helper gets me in a costume for a group shot?” “Sure,” he said, posing the girls this way and that way while Auntie went with the woman towards the costume tent. After about five minutes, Cinderella, with a full skirt, exited the tent and said, “Ready for those group shots?” which caused both the girls’ mouths to drop open at the transformation. After all of the shots were done. Auntie soon returned in her street clothes, so they left the tent with the proof sheet in hand. She sent Stacy towards a bathroom when they passed one. While she stayed behind with Katie, the little princess soon felt a hand squeezing her diaper. “When Stacy comes out, it looks like I will need to change your bottom, Princess.” When the door to the bathroom was unlocked, Stacy was told to stay in the bathroom while the other two went inside. Setting a beach towel and then a changing pad on the floor, Katie was made to lie down. Soon, she was dry again, and the two girls whispered while Auntie did her business. Soon, they were back to enjoying the activities. The bouncy castle, pumpkin checkers, the hayride, and pumpkin-themed playground were some of the stuff they did before Auntie told them it was time to stop for food. During a light meal of sloppy joes, Stacy pointed to a tent where they were painting faces on the map. “Can we do that, Mommie?” she asked. “After we eat, but you will lose some of your makeup if you do that, girls,” was the reply. Not really caring about that, Katie shrugged in reply. Her friend replied she didn’t care. “Let’s do that, and then we can grab some pumpkins from the pumpkin patch. We will have to go home after that,” Auntie told them. “Aww,” both girls said almost in unison. “It will be dark soon. We have been here all day.” “Katie, can I pick your face paint out? You can pick mine, plllleeeaaassseee,” Minnie told the Princess. Nodding at her friend, she got rewarded with an excited hug. After cleaning up their mess, the little party went to where the face-painting tent was on the map. After waiting for the current girl being painted to be done, Auntie spoke to the clown doing the painting, “The girls would like their face painted, and they would like to pick the face for each other.” Bubbles, the clown, said, “I would have to clean their makeup off.” Acknowledging that was okay, Katie was randomly selected as the first canvas to be painted. She was helped on the chair, and her face was scrubbed clean. Stacy was shown a book of options and pointed one out to the clown. “There is an extra charge for full faces; cheek art is the only face paint included in your tickets,” the clown said. “Full faces are okay. Give the girls what they want.” The regressed girl watched herself being painted, unsure of what she was becoming. After she was done, she helped off the chair and asked for the mirror. She was told she would see herself later after Minnie was done. While her friend’s face was being cleaned, the princess picked out a Hello Kitty face for Stacy. After the clown was done with painting Stacy’s Face, she requested Katie’s hand. She then painted the pointer finger into a carrot. When the mirror was shown to her, Katie saw that she was a bunny, complete with a carrot to eat on her finger. After showing both of the girls their faces in the mirror, the clown was rewarded with two huge smiles and a “Thank You” in unison. They were made to pose so Auntie could get their pictures, and Katie was told to hold her finger to her mouth. Together, they skipped to a pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin each. They each picked up one that was larger than their heads and then slowly, like a sloth, carried their own to the car. Once back to the minivan, Auntie took their pumpkins and put them in the back. She opened the side door and waited for the girls to strap themselves in. After Auntie got in the front seat, she said, “Katie, can I have the phone back, please.” Once the phone was back, Auntie started on the road. Back at the house, she said, “Both of your Daddies won’t be back ’til late from the game they went to. Katie is staying over here tonight.” After a simple dinner of mac and cheese, both of the girls were individually given baths, with Auntie making personally sure that their faces were scrubbed. She also washed each of the girls’ heads, then helped them get dressed in a nightgown. For Katie, she included a clean binder and padding. Wrapping a towel around each of their heads, she sent them to watch TV while the other was being done. Soon, both of them were done, and Katie was asked to sit on a chair in front of the telly. She was a purring cat as Auntie combed her hair, and then she felt her aunt doing something else in the hair. Finally, she figured that her hair was being put in plastic tubes since she kept seeing Auntie grabbing a tube from her side. After her head was all in the tubes, a bonnet was tied under her chin to protect everything. Auntie asked her to get up and Stacy to switch places. Soon, her friend’s head matched hers. Auntie told them, “You two can run upstairs and play. I will tell you when it is bedtime.” Going into Stacy’s room to play, she saw a trundle bed had been pulled out from under her friend’s bed. Curious about earlier, Katie asked Stacy, “What do we have on our heads?” “Curlformers, they will turn our hair into soft spiral curls in the morning. Mommie likes to use them instead of the curling iron,” Stacy answered. They played quietly until Auntie told them to get in bed, with Stacy forcing Katie to take the main bed. After Auntie read a short story to them, it was lights out for the girls. Katie tossed and turned a bit at first because she found the tubes a little uncomfortable to sleep in, but eventually, she fell asleep.

I'm sure everything is fine. He's going to have a million and one priorities that are more important than keeping us updated every step of the way. Not to mention rather large adjustment period to this new life. @Reddytake your time. We are all looking forward to your next update.

Had buyers regret the moment I bought it because of the price. Don't know if it'll fit but still, I've wanted to get my hands on a colourblock kids raincoat, specifically one made of PVC like I remember from my childhood in the 1990s and now I have and it's being shipped from the US. Here's a pic What ya'll think?

Pay no attention to the man (wearing just a diaper) behind the curtain.

Thanks to @DAQfor donating $15!

Not from what I can tell. She has MS which has caused her incontinence. And please refrain from the transphobic comments.

She has a youtube channel. https://www.youtube.com/@BumblePree

Hey everyone! As I had mentioned before, this year was going to be the year of sequels, but I figured since you all read these, I might as well give you a vote on what’s next as well. Each of the following story ideas is something that I already want to write about, so don’t worry about my feelings or drive with any of the ones I present here. If no one makes a choice for whatever reason, I will just go on the path I was originally going to, but I thought this might be a nice change of pace as I hit year two posting all my stories. If this proves popular and sustainable, I’ll likely continue this with my other stories this year as well. For now though, here are the ideas: Age Regression Story For a yet to be named story, follow Peter as he deals with a world and a life that has been infected with the age regression virus. Coming off the heels of a terrorist attack, grapple with Peter as he tries to cope with his descending age and the realities that come along with it. Only time will tell if he bounces above or below the age where one begins to lose themselves truly to the whims of their new younger body. Dash’s Redemption Tentatively titled, Redemption: A Stuffy’s Tale in the Diaper Dimension, this sequel to my first story and stuffy’s tale is all about the former nemesis of Hop, Dash. Broken after their fight and his run-in with a real and vicious dog, follow this newly damaged stuffy as he tries to piece himself and his life back together now that he is no longer the shiny technological toy that he once was. Embark on his journey of self-discovery and redemption as he uncovers what it means to be a true and maybe even loving stuffy in this dimension. Bethany Set as a semi-sequel to The Opening, follow former drug runner, Bethany, as she strives to find herself a better life that has been promised in the newly discovered dimension, tentatively called, ‘The Amazon Dimension,’ though some have begun calling it another name due to the ever-increasing rumors of something awaiting all portal Littles on the other side. Join Bethany as she looks to turn her life around there and maybe even find a redemption of sorts and something else in the most unexpected of ways. Watch out though, in this new world, new and even greater dangers than the ones she left lurk around every corner. Back to this story… Moving on, I am hoping to be able to continue to post every day as I have been this week. That being said, I might have something pressing all day on Saturday, so the final chapter might not be posted until Monday (instead of Sunday) if I can’t get a bit ahead before then. Regardless, I will keep you all updated on this when I post my penultimate chapter. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 16: Festivities of Frivolity and Doom The winter weeks soon arrived at our doorstep, and I couldn’t help but feel the persistent chill in the air and the foreboding sense of what was to come. For the past few weeks now, as the days grew darker, my outlook on this life did the same. I was very happy with certain aspects, but almost being the new year, I wasn’t sure what I even had to look forward to. If anything, I felt like I only had fear or punishment awaiting for me in my future now. While the family and the majority of the rest of this world prepared for the annual weeklong celebration of Saturnalia, a prospect that made me miss Christmas and home even more now, I was filled with trepidation over a decision I hadn’t made lightly. The past semester, particularly after my revelation of my inadvertent exposing of Earth vulnerabilities to the Bigs here, I had started retelling some of the same stories I had told the previous semesters. As I basically only lectured or advised at an introductory class and then a single more advanced class, I rarely saw the same people, so I felt like there was nothing wrong with that strategy. That being said, I felt like I was tempting fate every time I stepped into the classroom to share something more, and now, more students were wanting to take the class and the academy was thinking of adding another class entirely for me to lecture with. The foreboding presence of Judge Franklin in the classroom about half of the time lately also did little to help my nerves, so finally, Samantha had put her foot down about a week ago. “I can’t take seeing you like this anymore, Percy. Everyday you come home a complete wreck from lecturing. I want you to have your independence and that drive that so many other Littles here lack, but I’m very worried about you.” I sighed and nodded. “I know… but the contract… protocol one… I think I would have honestly left the academy months ago now if I could, but I don’t want to end up like some drooling infant! Don’t you understand that? We’re basically trapped!” “I know that honey, and I don’t want to end up like a helpless toddler until my mind snaps either, but this is just torture,” she admitted freely. “Oppy and the rest of the family even agrees with me. We just can’t see you like this anymore… we care about you too much.” Their sentiment was touching, but I wanted to hear plan first before I bailed out and risked everything. “So, what are we going to do?” I asked. “Is there a way out, or are we just fooling ourselves and will be eventually punished anyways?” “I’ve been talking to Oppy about it. She knows all the tricks of the academy, and I think she might have found a way out. I really think that she feels guilty about her deal falling through with you.” I stared back at Samantha in shock. I didn’t know she knew about that. “Yes, honey. I know about the deal you all had, but it’s okay. I would have taken it myself, but still, I think she feels guilty about not coming through on her end for you, so she’s been brainstorming ever since you all talked about it last. From what we’ve talked about, there might just be a way out.” “Really?” I felt like Samantha had practically just revealed the existence of Santa Claus and that he was coming to meet me tonight with the amount that I was so overjoyed at even the possibility of an out for me with the academy. I felt so childish that I didn’t even care about how I looked with my giddiness while sitting here in December by a fireplace in a thick diaper and footy pajamas. “What are you all planning on doing?” I finally asked after I calmed down a little. Samantha sighed. “I’m not sure what Oppy has up her sleeves, but I’m also going to see if there might be a way out of protocol six, and by extension, protocol one. Just hang in there for now, honey, and with any luck, you can just spend your days at daycare after we’ve figured something out.” Spending all my time at daycare was something I hadn’t even considered, and her words struck me right in the chest and haunted me for the rest of the day. Only Nurple and Stripe that night seemed to abate my fears of ending up like the rest of the daycare. I felt that my avoidance of the Tabers milk altogether would have been my shield, but doubts had begun to creep into my mind after even those who avoided the milk now seemed to start succumbing to the regression felt by so many of my friends. Regardless, like back home, to my relief and pleasant distraction, December was a time of celebration. While there was no Santa Claus or even Christmas tree, garland still hung around nearly wherever I looked. Instead of red and green though, it was usually just green and gold most often in the shapes of crescent moons, suns, and stars. Candles, fake or otherwise, usually lit up the room, and a litany of golden pinecones, nuts, or acorns were strewn about on nearly every garland and table placement. It wasn’t Earth, but it still felt homey. “Stay still,” Samantha chastised me as she tried to wrestle me into my clothing for the night. Being totally unfamiliar with Saturnalia and everything that went into it, I was pleasantly surprised about many of the activities tonight. The first was the role-reversal. “Couldn’t you have gotten one with less… buttons?” I asked, slightly annoyed as Samantha did up my vest. “You could just wear your yellow and green sweater and corduroys to the party instead,” she teased. “I’m sure you would look absolutely adorable in them.” “No, no. Just a lot is all…” I groaned. Samantha only smiled back. While the original purpose back in antiquity was to treat and dress slaves or commoners as the more elite, now, Littles were the low ones on the proverbial totem pole in this society. As such, every Little was to be dressed as an ‘adult,’ or at least as much of an adult as one could with a diaper scrunching up between their legs. For my outfit, with my approval, Samantha had found a navy-blue three-piece suit. It fit me pretty well actually and even covered up my diaper bulge from most angles. Looking back in the mirror even, I couldn’t help but feel like my old Earth self again, but I also saw what Samantha was wearing. “Isn’t this all a bit weird for you?” I asked as I gestured to her outfit. “No, silly,” she said while stifling a small giggle. She even gave me a twirl in her very pink and glittery princess dress. Apparently, some Big years ago had the bright idea of their kind participating as well, which meant that they would all be dressing younger tonight. “Don’t you like it?” “I do… it’s just…” Samantha raised an eyebrow over my hesitation. “Well, you look like you’re dressing in something that Ditzy or Chelsea would likely kill to wear themselves on any other night.” Samantha laughed. “Oh, honey, that’s the point. You’ll see it tonight. I mean, unless you’re a stick in the mud, everyone dresses up like how the holiday dictates.” She then checked her watch. “Oh shoot! We gotta go! Grab your coat and I’ll get your bag and my tiara!” Even when dressing up as an adult, my ever-present diaper bag came along as well. Nurple was coming as well, but he would stay in the car… unless there was some emergency and I needed him. The stupid interview 43C still hung about in the back of my mind and while it had gotten better, there were a few relapses still. Still, not long after, just as Samantha assured me, as soon as we got out of our car at the academy function tonight at the start of the celebration, I saw Bigs dressed like they were primed for preschool at best. I recognized most of the faculty almost immediately, and it was pretty hilarious I assure you to see professors of physics, psychology, and many other disciplines being taught here run up to the party in outfits like footed pajamas, overalls, and puffed glittery dresses. It was clear that none were wearing diapers underneath like I felt they should have for a real role reversal, but apparently that was a bit taboo for this part of the country. Going into the larger cities… from what oppy had implied last week at least, I guess was a different matter. Inside, blasts of green and gold quickly greeted me, and I was glad to see the halls of the academy so adorned and cheerful now. I had started looking at them like the doomed corridors they seemed deadest on being, but now, I felt a new life surge around them. Instead of despair, I found only frivolity. Soon, both Samantha and I were neck-deep into talking to other members of the faculty. We eventually found our family and settled in at the table that had been assigned to us. Oppy was wearing cartoon-themed pajamas with large, pink bunny slippers and Harriet sported a purple party dress while her hair was done up in pigtails. Luna had apparently opted to just be themselves, but with all the switching going around for the Bigs and Littles, it almost felt that with their still-present pull-up, being just a Middle tonight worked just right. On the other hand, I couldn’t help but stare at Chelsea’s and Ditzy’s outfits. Ditzy was sporting what essentially looked like a prom dress, even complete with a corsage on her wrist. Chelsea though, I wasn’t sure if her outfit was to denote what she hoped to become again one day, or if was just more part of her punishment. Regardless though, I guess I had to factor in that while she was still a Big technically, her mental faculties were still only slowly improving. As such, she was wearing an academy uniform… neither too adult nor too childish. “So, how are classes going?” Samantha asked Harriet with some concern and yet a discernable amount of hope. “Actually, they’re going pretty well,” Harriet cheerfully noted to the slightly growing crowd around us. Her botched mission was already news around the academy, but her subsequent breakdown had gotten out somehow, and I just knew these vultures were looking for any signs of her slipping up once more… particularly Reddington. “Pretty stressful, but I’ve never felt better honestly. My counselor has even gone so far as to call my new path forward as my true ‘raison d'etre.’” Samantha almost seemed to sigh with relief, but then rubbed her mentee’s shoulder. “I’m so happy to hear that, Harriet. I only want you to succeed and you seem well on your way to doing that.” The two smiled longingly at each other over the path that Harriet was now taking. All seemed good with her, and I couldn’t help but be relieved as well. Even Reddington’s grumbling and storming off afterward couldn’t bring the mood down. Still, I shuffled it off and soon sat down to talk more amongst the family, while our table waited to be called up for the feast that I could already smell from my seat. It was a little boring, but at least everyone ordering a round of something called ‘mulsum’ seemed to break up the lull in the party. “Trust me… you’ll like it,” Harriet tried to convince me after seeing my peculiar face after the server left. I did trust her, so I just played with my fork while everyone started to wait yet again. “Norris table,” an announcer finally said via the overhead intercom. “Norris table may go up now.” Our table needed no further prompting, and everyone, Big, Middle, and Little alike, practically sprang out of their chairs. I, however, still wanted to feel like my adult self in my suit for the night at least. I could feel I was already damp, but no one besides me knew that right now. Considering all that had happened and that could still happen, I still wanted to maintain what maturity I had somehow captured for the festival tonight. I saw a few Bigs laughing over my attempts to maintain what dignity I could in my navy-blue suit, but I felt I managed it pretty well. Even when I saw the buffet style food in front of me and my eyes widened as big as saucers, I kept my overall actions under control. “Here, sweetie. Let me help,” Samantha offered as she grabbed a plate for me as well as one for herself. I eagerly accepted and had no shame about it. I mean, the plates were already heavy, and if she was handling it, it meant that there was less chance that I could spill something on my precious suit and I could potentially pack more food onto the plate. From what I could see, there was both Little and Big food, so I quickly sighed with relief. Granted, it was essentially the same, but Bigs tended to spice up their food. Once, when I was in a particularly foul mood, I begged and begged Samantha for a bite of her delicious chicken that she had prepared throughout the whole day. She had done the same with a much smaller chicken for me, but hers was an array of smells and colored rubs on the outside that I just couldn’t pass up. I wish I did, though, as not seven seconds later, I nearly dunked my head in the sink to just cool my inflamed tongue off. Regardless, Samantha served me only the portions for the Littles, but getting my input and making a few suggestions, we soon came back to our seats. I got situated in my highchair, a small concession I believed in exchange for such wonderful food, and then looked at my plate. Samantha had loaded it up with the special mac n’ cheese for Littles, two pigs in a blanket, and three chicken nuggets, but it also contained the festival food as well. Sausages, fried vegetables, fruit, and nuts all lined my plate, but it was the pig I was most looking forward to. Apparently a tradition, the academy had hauled in an at least ten-foot-long pig that they had roasted themselves over a spit in the back field apparently. It even had an apple in its mouth still like it was out of some cartoon, but oh boy, did it smell good. Now, gratefully, I was one of the few Littles here tonight that didn’t need a bib. Due to the Tabers milk, many of my friends were starting to become uncoordinated messes. I could see Derek across the way nearly dump the mac n’ cheese into his lap and Ditzy actually did drop some of her cut-up vegetables on herself. I couldn’t see Melley or DB tonight, but if they were here, I felt pretty confident that they sadly wouldn’t fare much better. After some time, I started to get thirsty. I eyed the water I had been drinking so far, but I also saw the mulsum as well. Chelesea and Ditzy hadn’t drank theirs yet, but everyone else seemed to be enjoying their own. So, I rocked the glass back and took in the taste. Its flavors were like a mix of mead and wine mixed in with some other spices, but my head started to quickly swim. “Oh wow…” “Something wrong, honey?” Samantha asked, turning to me in concern. “Never better, but this drink is amazing,” I said blissfully. “No idea what you all put into it, but I haven’t tasted something like this in a long time. A long time…” Everyone stopped their eating and drinking and quickly looked at me. For her part, Samantha seemed both confused and horrified for a moment. “Uh, dear?” Oppy asked nervously to Samantha. “Is it…?” Samantha nodded and quickly snatched the glass away from my hands. “Hey! That was really good!” Samantha seemingly ignored my protests for a moment and drank a bit herself. Her eyes widened as well. “Yeah… that’s not the Littles version.” The table started giggling while Samantha tried getting our server back. “What?” I asked confusedly while still trying to get my drink back from Samantha. She easily held it just out of my arm’s reach before swatting my hand away. “Sweetie…” Oppy began while she smiled down on me. “The server was supposed to get all you Littles your own mulsum. I think he gave you the Big version instead… the alcoholic one.” Everything then sadly clicked in my head. “Oh… rats.” It was another one of those unwritten rules that Melley had helped me out with, and so I learned that alcohol and Littles never went together. It didn’t matter if they were a prince, unregressed, or the president’s own… Littles just did not consume alcohol. “Stupid fake role reversal…” I muttered to myself just as the waiter took away my old drink and replaced it with my Littles version. Samantha then leaned down to me. “I heard that…” I think I yelped a little in shock that she did. She only chuckled back. “Don’t worry, baby, you’re not in trouble, but for future reference, the role reversal only deals with so many things. Practices and items stay Little-bound, like your diapers, no alcohol, and for the tempting Littles… punishment…” “I… I…”’ I tried to spit out an apology, but it really only came out. “Sorry, sorry for… uh, sorry, sorry, sorry!” Samantha smiled once more and stroked me on the cheek yet again to let me know that she wasn’t mad, and everything was okay. “It’s okay… just keep all that in mind tonight. Have fun, but try and remember the usual rules as well.” I nodded and we both bent up a little while she resumed her normal volume. “No need in getting tuckered out from an adult drink,” she covered. “We wouldn’t want you to miss your… present!” Like dogs to a high-pitched whistle or a squirrel, every Little within earshot suddenly and miraculously no longer seemed to care about their food, not even the special and creamy deliciousness of their mac n’ cheese. Instead, the soft subtle crinkling of at least a dozen or so diapers began to echo around me as each Little began to squirm in their highchairs in anticipation of what they would receive tonight. Samantha got a few dirty stares from other Bigs, but our table just laughed. “Oh, perfect, Samantha,” Harriet jested. “I just got Ditzy to calm down for long enough to take a bite of her food and not drop it at least twice before getting it in her mouth.” The table laughed again at the poor Little’s expense. With her state of regression though, Ditzy just cooed and giggled back. Samantha mouthed ‘sorry’ in all the chaos, but then bumped me lightly on my arm so I would pay attention to what she was saying in all the noise around us. “I just can’t wait to see what I got you.” I quickly panicked, having not known about the gift myself until just now. “Oh… Samantha… I didn’t get you anything! I’m so sorry…” I tried to scramble and think of anything I could get her or even promise her for the future, but being right on the spot, my mind was nearly blank. Samantha only giggled though at my comment. “No, silly. The gifts happen between us Bigs only later in the week, but tonight, it’s just for you Littles. You all really don’t have to get us anything. In fact, if you did, you would probably be the only one here tonight… heck, probably the only one within a thousand miles of here.” I felt immediate relief, but it was just another thing to show my status in this society. It was nice not having to pay for bills or for groceries anymore, but the act of gift giving was something I truly enjoyed in my previous life. So, tomorrow, I resolved myself to at least make her a card from the construction paper and crayons that were in the playroom that Samantha had set up for me, when at least Melley, DB, or anyone else came over. I was just happy my art skills, unlike my bladder or fear of the dark, hadn’t taken a beaten since I had come here. Soon, everyone began dispersing to the central area where I now just noticed several gifts had all been laid out and neatly stacked. It was a beautiful cornucopia, but from seeing every other Littles around me, I highly doubted anyone else cared about the aesthetics in front of them. Still, it was a pretty scene, and there was admittedly a part of me that was very curious, though also very nervous, to see what Samantha had gifted me. Unfortunately, right as Little’s names started being called off, I noticed that Samantha had left our group. I panicked but saw her quickly coming back to us moments later. Instead of the smiles on everyone else’s face though, hers seemed nervous… maybe even frightened. “I… I’m sorry everyone… I need to go,” she finally said when she got to the small circle the family had formed in a corner to open the gift in relative peace. “But Sam,” Oppy tried to call back to her daughter as she left. “Your gift…” Samantha turned immediately back, and I was happy that she did, but instead, she only just bent down to Oppy. “Please watch after Percy for me, mom… please?” Oppy seemed stunned and almost as if she was somehow disappointed in her daughter, and I think Samantha saw that. Moments later, she lunged in and whispered something I couldn’t quite make out in Oppy’s ear. Oppy then slowly backed away and looked at her daughter in a more serious and even concerning way. “I understand. I’ll get Luna to take some pictures. Just go and do what you need to.” She nodded back to where Samantha had been going, and after a small nod back, Samantha disappeared behind the crowd. I was stunned. I wasn’t sad or exactly devastated, but I was definitely concerned. Samantha had even seemed to want to give this gift to me. Now though, and Oppy was a wonderful substitute, but my own caregiver was seemingly absent from all that was happening. The very person giving me the gift as part of this grand festival and whom I had grown closer to was now missing without even a single goodbye to me. I promised myself I wouldn’t fuss or even cry, but before I could even register another emotion beyond confusion, I felt myself quickly getting wrapped up into something soft behind me. “Hey, honey,” Oppy said, giving me a little hug from behind as we sat on the floor, me now practically cradled in between her legs as if I was just earning to sit up. “Sam will be back soon, but for now…” her expression suddenly turned very playful, “you got me! And watch out! I get a little kissy around this festival. So… here I come!” Without warning, Oppy then bombarded me with about a dozen kisses per second right then. Some even tickled and I tried to get her to stop. “Oppy! Stop! Stop! That tickles!” I cried from laughter under her loving torment. “Oh? Do I have a struggle bunny under my hands tonight?” she playfully questioned. “I don’t think my big old granny ears quite heard you. No magic word even… tsk, tsk… I guess mister kissy attack is gonna have to come back!” “Oh no, Percy,” Harriet joked with me. “Mister kissy attack is brutal. I’d listen to her if I were you.” Oppy dove in and I couldn’t last another round without squealing and losing that mature edge I had been trying to maintain all night. “Okay, okay!” I cried. “I surrender. Please! Just have mercy on me!” Oppy chuckled, gave me a huge hug and another kiss on my tilted back forehead. “I accept your surrender, sweetie. Now, you’re mine for the rest of the night and my one command is that you must have a good time.” I nodded at her laughable yet sweet demand and just rested back in her arms. I knew what she was doing, and to be frank, it kind of worked in distracting me from whatever was happening with Samantha. It wasn’t completely effective, but it was enough where I started to enjoy myself again as I watched others open their gifts. Ditzy was up first and to no one’s surprise, she plucked out a brand-new pacifier, as pink as I think I had ever seen before in my life and finished with a single cheery unicorn on the front button in the middle of the shield. Luna was with her tonight and even cuddled up with her as they plucked out the fingers Ditzy had been sucking on for the past five minutes at least and then popped the pacifier in. Luna was our glorified extra handy free babysitter by now, but if their tail was any indication, I don’t think they really minded. So soon, that corner of our family was just filled with the gentle tones of passive and content sucking, and the unmistakable little purring noises we had come to suspect from our own Middle of the family. Chelsea was next. Her package felt unfairly large, but her less regressed eyes now shone brightly, and I knew that had to merit special consideration. Her uncoordinated attempts took a second to rip off all the paper, reminding us again of how far she still had to go, but there was a look in her eyes that I just couldn’t shake when she unveiled her gift to be a large and colorful walker. ‘Was it shame? Excitement, maybe behind her eyes?’ I couldn’t tell, but I knew there was something there that hadn’t been at all before. Chelsea was progressing back, and she seemed as if she only wanted to emphasize that right then. “Tank ‘ou, mommy!” Oppy grinned widely back at her daughter as Harriet began to help her out by untangling the security cords holding her walker in place. Chelsea had just managed to start crawling around two weeks ago, so the walker was actually a good gift. As such, after all that and the other gifts I had seen tonight, as the large green paper and yellow ribbon package was soon scooted in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder at what was inside. “Go on,” Oppy coaxed as she even pushed me forward slightly to better access the gift from Samantha. I started slowly, but my efforts quickly all seemed in vain as my emotions got the better of me. Soon, I almost looked like any other eager Little as I tore off the paper as fast as I could. Now, only the box stood in my way, but a small snip of the child safety scissors I was given, and the lid practically popped open. Inside and practically already coming out was a single object. It was large and fluffy, and for a moment, I thought it might have just been the packing. As I pulled it out though, I realized it was the gift itself. Suddenly, many Bigs awed, cooed, or even gasped. “What? What is it?” I asked in confusion, though my paranoia was going as far as to even think it was some trick and would soon poison everyone here. Oppy clearly heard the concern in my voice and guided her hands toward mine to fully stretch the object out. “Look, sweetie. It’s only a blanket. Nothing harmful there.” “Oh.” I really wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but to me right then, it just felt like a baby blanket to further cement my dwindling status in this messed up society. First, no bladder control, next daycare all the time, and soon… a life wrapped in this blanket between naps, breastfeeding, and diaper changes. “Uh… it’s… soft…” I managed to make out. I was always taught to be grateful with gifts, but right then, that was proving very difficult. Oppy giggled from behind me. “It’s okay to be a little hesitant with this, Percy. I get that it might just look like a blanket… a baby blanket at that.” I nodded and Oppy chuckled. “Well, I guess in a way it is, but this is also so much more. It’s known as a ‘Smell and Comfort’ blanket. Go ahead… give it a whiff.” I felt very self-conscious sniffing this velvety soft blue blanket now intwined in my fingers, but it was Oppy. I still trusted her, so I leaned in and sniffed. I guess I was expecting manufactured and fake strawberries or even cotton candy or ocean breeze… something like that of a general scent one could buy anywhere. To my surprise though, and while I couldn’t quite place it, it smelled both familiar and even… safe. I was confused and yet suddenly relaxed. “It smells…” “Like Samantha?” Oppy questioned out of the blue with a little gleam and wonder in her voice. I sniffed again. Lavender, baked cookies, fresh linen… and about six others I just wasn’t sure about… but the more I sniffed, the more I couldn’t deny it. “It’s her… it’s really her! H… how?” Oppy laughed. “That’s right. See, it’s a complicated piece of technology but with the weight and heating sensors inside along with the smell, it can almost act as a substitute for your caregiver or any person of your choice.” Suddenly, without warning, Oppy quickly snatched the blanket and before I could protest at all, she had wrapped me snugly up inside the blanket. “There. Just take a breath and feel it all…” The blanket was constricting, but the heaters soon turned on and the smells entered my nose in seconds. I wasn’t warm or suffocating, but my body soon relaxed nearly completely. If I even closed my eyes, I could almost feel Samantha hugging me tight right then. I was peaceful and I just laid back against Oppy as everyone enjoyed their gifts, but the blanket also made me question one thing. ‘Why do I need a replacement for someone that is already in my life?’ As if to answer my question, not long after, Samantha returned from a back room just off the main space where the festival currently was being held. Her clothes seemed a little disheveled and even her princess tiara was slightly crooked now. She soon saw us and me wrapped up in the blanket though and hurried over and then hugged me tightly. There was nothing quite like her touch to me, but the blanket I had to admit was a pretty good substitute. Still, as her arms were wrapped around me, I got a peek at Judge Franklin exiting the same way that Samantha had. My mind suddenly fired on all cylinders and tried to piece together what had happened to my caregiver. I feared it was something terrible, and I had to know, but I couldn’t just ask in front of the family. Soon though, the festival began to switch to the games portion of the night and most of the family dispersed to the other room they were housed in. Now was my time, but Samantha spoke first. “So, you like your gift?” she asked wearily while also trying to maintain the level of happiness that I guess she thought was expected of her. I nodded my head and wrestled out of the blanket for a moment before turning back to her. “I absolutely love it. I mean, I’m a bit confused why I’m getting it, and don’t mistake me for being ungrateful or hasty here, but I need t know… what happened to you? Where did you go? Are you okay?” Samantha looked away and quickly seemed pained. I feared the worst, but listened in when she looked back at me. “Percy… Judge Franklin and I talked… he…” she sighed and seemed to be holding back tears by now. “We came to an agreement tonight. We argued, but in the end… well, there’s no easy way of saying this. Percy… I have to go away for a few weeks…” It was not what I was expecting her to say at all, but I nodded for her sake, but I could also see there was more she needed to say. “Go on…” “I…” Samantha looked away as if she was fighting within herself. “I want to tell you more, Percy. I really do, but I think that would only put you in danger at this point.” Right then, if she meant to or not, her words sent me into full-on panic mode. With everything I knew, between this and the blanket as a substitute for my primary anchor of sanity in this world, I felt I was going to lose her during whatever this sudden trip she had to go on now. At this point from what I knew, I had no compunctions over the notion that Franklin and his conspirators would do almost anything to bring down the Norris family. With it all pressing down on me, I began to hyperventilate. “Woah, woah. Easy there, baby.” Samantha quickly wrapped me into the tightest hug imaginable as she stroked my hair and back in her effort to calm me down. It felt amazing but my feelings still remained. “Just take a breath. It will only be for three weeks… tops.” She then stopped her hug, took my head in her hands and looked deep into my eyes. “I promise you that. Now, say it all back to me.” I was having a hard time repeating what she had said over my rapid breathing, tears, and snot-filed nose, but I gave it my best shot. “Three weeks top. You promise.” “Good, very good, Percy. Keep reminding yourself that.” She then slowly breathed and got me to follow her deep and steady pace. I was still on edge, but her recent self-required training in calming events like these down was paying off. Soon, I was starting to regain my composure, but right then, someone called out to both of us. Hey, Sam! Percy!” the dean called out while running beside us in her own princess party dress. “Come on! We’ve got the animal noise roulette wheel all set up. I remember how lucky you were last year, Sam. Come on! We need your luck now more than ever!” ‘Isn’t that the truth… just get in line, dean…’ I chuckled to myself as quietly as I could over what I was seeing. “You know it’s not a Saturnalia festival without a little gambling and then we’ve just gotta crown our king too! Come on!” Samantha calmly nodded back at the dean, her now slightly crooked tiara still glimmering in the lights though. “We’ll be there in a sec. Just need to talk to Percy real quick here.” “Right!” she said, snapping and pointing both fingers at us before running back off. “Don’t be long, girly!” Something told me she had been hitting the mulsum a little hard tonight. Samantha broke my shock as she turned back to me and stood up after she dabbed another tear away from my cheek. ‘Okay, my brave man. I promise things will be okay. For now, though, let’s go do some gambling and just try to enjoy the night. Does that sound okay to you?” It honestly didn’t. I felt that the Bigs here, particularly the ones we could be playing against, gambled with Littles lives enough already, but I knew we had to blend in and join the festival once more before someone started asking questions. Plus, Samantha was going to leave in two weeks for wherever she was tasked to go. Until then, I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could. So, I took her hand, and she led me off. Samantha deposited my wonderful blanket with the rest of the family’s gifts and then entered the hall of games. It was a brilliant affair filled with wonder and excitement, but I couldn’t take my mind off my still-present fears. I felt that Samantha, trying to protect my feelings, wouldn’t tell me, but I suspected more than anything that this sudden long trip had something to do with my desire to leave the academy the following semester. Now, she would likely be endangering her life possibly because of my own fears of betraying a place I hadn’t seen now in almost a year. Further, I wanted to believe Samantha so badly that things would be okay. I usually trusted her these days with anything she said. I might have even believed her if she told me that the sky was suddenly all bright pink, but today, when she told me things would be okay, I still felt a twinge of doubt in my gut. Even then, as I looked over at the animal noise roulette wheel, I saw Judge Franklin already there and staring intently back at us. Maybe it was his presence there or just my luck in this dimension, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was coming for us in the new year.

Here are the ideas I have used in my ABDL session in Shanghai 1 I am in charge of your diaper wear. I select the diaper and put it on you. I change it whenever I feel necessary. 2 You must inform me of your wetting or release, otherwise, you will be punished for unannounced wetting/releasing. Corporal punishment such as spanking, slapping, and twisting will be applied. 3 You are in a diaper all the time when we visit so many public places such as restaurants, streets, and parks. 4 You go pacifier shopping with me when you are diapered. 5 You go to gym to finish required exercise tasks when you are diapered. 6 We go kayaking, skating or karting after I diaper you 3 layers!

Entire (I'll take the lot)

Chapter 8 Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his seat. There didn’t seem to be any way to position his weight without feeling the muck in his diaper clinging to his skin. If he sat back, everything squelched forward, and he really didn’t want it going forward. When he sat forward, it mushed up the back and made him fear a blowout–and the only situation that might be more publicly humiliating than a visible dirty diaper would be a visibly blown out diaper. Of course, constantly wriggling back and forth wasn’t helping any, but he couldn’t help himself. Everything about this was new and deeply unpleasant. Jen, sitting next to him, seemed to fidget almost as much as he did, even though she had no particular reason to–fiddling with the loose threads of her scarf, she played them between her fingers so much he thought she might pull the garment apart. The eyes of nearby girls kept glancing his way. He could hear comments being whispered, and the giggles that followed those comments almost immediately–jokes and rumors at his expense. He’d have to do something about that eventually, but for now, Daniel tried to listen to the orientation, the reason he’d come here. The dean had conceded the stage, giving way to a woman in her mid fifties with silvery patches covering much of her skin–her hands, her right ear, even a part of her face. She’d begun her introduction a few moments ago, and Daniel had to play back his memory for a moment to catch himself up. (Professor Saito Sora, potion master.) Someone a couple rows ahead whispered, “Is that a skin condition?” A second girl shook her head. “No, I heard it’s from an alchemical accident.” A third, “I heard she lost a bunch of parts in the war and had to replace–” A fourth, “What war?” A fifth, “Shut up!” Daniel shook off the chatter, focusing on the presentation. “...Freshmen should know, there will be no brewing outside of class hours while you’re here at Alphabeta. You will only make the potions required for your lessons, and only under the supervision of myself or one of my teaching assistants. Junior and Senior students may be given a pass for unsupervised brewing, but only for specific needs.” Leaning forward, she scowled at the whole student body, as though each of them had personally wronged her. “You will not free brew under my watch. Potions will by made by the book. If you don’t, and I find out, you could get seriously injured.” “Jeez,” Jen muttered. “Is it just me, or did that sound like a threat?” One of the girls in front of them shot a glare over their shoulder, making a face at Daniel. (Oh, come on–I’m not even the one who talked!) He shrugged sheepishly, and after an exaggerated show of sneering and wrinkling her nose, the girl looked away. While Professor Saito stepped away, a familiar face stood from the row of chairs at the back of the stage. Velma–or, she’d be Professor Blackburn now, the teacher who’d been in charge of grading their entrance exams. “Most of you know me,” she said, looking out at the room. “You can refer to me as Professor Blackburn, or simply Blackburn, and I’m here to make sure you’ve got friends.” That got a round of chuckles–even Daniel smirked, though he didn’t totally get the joke. “In all seriousness, your coven is going to be more than just a friend circle. Many of the freshmen have requested to be in a specific coven–and my returning students know you’re going to be disappointed to see that I’ve denied most of your requests. We’re not building cliques here, and we’re not interested in turning covens into gossip circles.” She waited for that moment to pass. “Your coven will be a second family to you, and you don’t get to pick your family. The team building tools you develop together will be crucially important, and they need to go deeper than mere friend relationships–as such, you will not be allowed to switch to a different group except in extreme circumstances, as it would not be fair to the other women in your coven.” (Women,) Daniel thought, pursing his lips. (Not everyone in my coven will be women, though.) Chances are, this speech had been written months prior, if it wasn’t recycled every year word for word. It didn’t surprise him that the language hadn’t been changed just for him, but he wondered if that, too, was a veiled threat. They were only concerned with fairness towards the women in the student body, not Daniel. (Is Blackburn against me too?) Maybe he was being paranoid, but the dean had all but publicly condoned bullying Daniel a moment before, so he felt justified in his paranoia. “Your coven assignments will be posted outside the hall when we’re done here. Disregard your preconceptions. Some of you will be assigned to a coven with women you can’t stand–and, I got permission from the Dean to say this: Tough shit, suck it up and find someone else to complain to. If you can’t make friends, you don’t belong in my class, or this institution. Thank you.” Velma’s voice was amplified through the hall by magic; she had no mic to drop. Still, her point had been made, and she stepped back, glancing around. Clearly confused, she looked to Dean Madrigal, seated at the end of the row of teachers. “Where’s Glinse?” she asked, voice still carrying. Glancing out at the student body, she waved a hand, silencing the spell so that she could confer privately. Standing, the dean walked up to the center of stage, pulling the amplifying spell onto herself. “On the subject of the Voxavin league,” she began, and Daniel could just barely notice the annoyance in her tone. “We’ve been selected–” A side door–the same door Daniel had made his humiliating entrance through, in fact, flew open, and a pale woman hurried in. She didn’t raise her voice or cause a stir, but the dean’s silence drew all eyes onto the woman, watching as she scurried onto stage. She was tall, and had a frame like she spent a lot of time watching other people exercise–Daniel pegged her as a gym teacher. Accepting a harsh glance from the dean, the woman walked up to centerstage. “Greetings, hello, I’m Catherine Glinse.” She paused, as though expecting a reaction. When she didn’t get one, she continued, losing a bit of steam. “I’ll be coaching you through Voxavin.” That, at least, got a reaction–interest from a lot of the girls, particularly the freshmen, who leaned in keenly. It also confirmed Daniel’s guess–Voxavin was, for all intents and purposes, Witch Gym. “All of you are required to participate in Voxavin practice, though you won’t be required to play in the league if your coven doesn’t wish it. The sport has an illustrious history amongst Witches, and we carry that tradition forward. Not only is victory in Voxavin one of the highest honors and greatest achievements a witch can achieve, it’s crucial to your education, your Coven. The skills you learn playing with your sisters of magic will stay with you for the rest of your life, and–if you’re lucky–you’ll end up…” She trailed off for a moment, gazing into the middle distance. “Three of the past seven high covens had members who were collegiate Voxavin champions. This could define your future.” She started to turn away, but stopped when the dean cleared her throat. Turning back, she added, “Oh and we’re hosting the school games this year. Try to win, it’s embarrassing when the host school gets beaten. Good luck.” While Daniel gawked at her presentation, and how poorly put together it’d been, Jen leaned over and whispered to him. “Why do you suppose she was late?” Daniel shrugged. (Laziness? Or–) He went cold, realizing Jen’s implication. Someone had been behind that door, after all, ranting about power. Was Catherine Glinse their mystery voice? The thought tickled at the back of his brain, distracting him through the rest of the presentation–a few other teachers introduced themselves, explaining details of their job that wouldn’t be obvious at a glance and generally giving an overview of what to expect. Daniel was so distracted, he even stopped fidgeting in his seat. It was like breathing–while it’d been on his mind, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, his attention drawn to every detail of the discomfort. Now that he’d been distracted, it fell back into the white noise of the world around him. (I need to learn more about Catherine Glinse.) When the ceremony ended, girls everywhere stood, shuffling out in an excited rush. Daniel just turned to Jen, hoping she might know more about the world of Voxavin. “Do you know–” “Come on,” Jen said, apparently unaware that he’d spoken at the same time. “We have to go find out what coven we’re in!” Daniel blinked. “Oh, yeah, but–” “Oh,” Jen said, mistaking his hesitation. “I…oh! Right, your, um. Uh–can’t you just tie your jacket around your waist?” Blinking, Daniel said, “Er…I didn’t–I was distracted, okay?” “Well, no time like the present,” Jen said, lowering her tone. “I mean, it’s not like anyone will forget, but at least they won’t be able to see your, y’know…diaper.” The extra emphasis she gave the word, speaking in a stage whisper, made Daniel more self-conscious rather than less, but he didn’t raise the point. “I…yeah, that’s a good idea. Thanks.” “I mean, it’s something, right? And something’s better than nothing, so, yeah. You’re welcome!” Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Daniel was faced with a question–it wasn’t a skirt, he couldn’t fashion it to cover things completely, he had to pick–hide the back, or the front? The bottom of his diaper would be visible from one angle for another. He could have asked for Jen’s jacket, too, but that just felt awkward, so he chose to cover up the back, letting his jacket drape over the drooping diaper seat. “Now come on!” Jen insisted, grabbing him by the hand and pulling Daniel towards the exit, leading him through a sea of students, pushing forward in her haste to find out who they’d been assigned with. “You were saying, by the way?” “Huh?” Daniel asked, struggling to keep up. He would never in a million years get used to the feeling of walking around in a fully loaded diaper, let alone speedwalking in one. “Earlier–you said, ‘Do you know,’ what were you asking if I knew?” Jen clarified. Trying to keep his head low and avoid the sneering glances directed his way, Daniel said, “Oh, you did hear–do you know much about this Glinse woman?” “I think she’s been the coach here for forever,” Jen explained. “But I dunno–okay, find our names!” Daniel looked up as they stepped out into the hallway. The outer chamber was as grand as the actual assembly hall, and large illusions were cast up on the far wall, an enormous list of names, separating the girls into their covens. “I think Glinse might be the voice we heard,” Daniel said. “Oh, sure,” Jen agreed, nodding as she read through coven lists. “I mean, maybe–what’s your last name, so I don’t get you confused? Oh, wait, I guess there’s not many ‘Daniel’s up here, but still.” “It’s Aster,” Daniel supplied automatically. “Aster, Aster…oh, there I am!” Jen said, pointing excitedly. “I… oh. I don’t know any of those people.” Daniel hadn’t really expected that there’d be such a giant coincidence, but he still felt a twinge of disappointment to not be in Jen’s coven. She’d been nice to him, the only friendly face he’d really met in the school so far. He found his own coven a moment later, reading off the names: Soga Asami, Hazel Saunders, Mathilde Travere, Radha Gole, and Cassandra Clay. Like Jen, he didn’t know them. These were the strangers he’d be stuck with until he got into a proper Warlock college. He’d just have to hope he didn’t end up in a group with five Rachels. ... This chapter is another one that is completely original from the V1 version of the story - There was a tiny bit of the introduction, but the teachers and most of the class introductions were nonexistent. I'm so glad I added this Support the author, and read all my stuff super early and get exclusive content, too! https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

I think over the next several months you will have many firsts and interesting experiences. Should be a fun time relearning who you are.

It's been another five days and while not the full 10 days (and not continuous) I decided to take the catheter out again at least temporarily. I feel a lot more healed. I haven't had any pain relievers since Thursday! This reminds me to drink a big bottle of water! I need to make sure I'm staying extra hydrated. I did leak and wet my diaper on the plane initially, but then I started to retain urine. I got up to go to the plane bathroom thinking I would put the catheter back in, but just getting up dislodged the blockage and I wet my diaper suddenly. So the plane ride was hit or miss. I'm back to work on Monday. I'm really hoping I can go catheter-free from now on (but use an intermittent cath when needed to release clots if I'm blocked). Hotel Holiday Inn Select Guadalajara. Sure! This is outside the entrance This is the view out my window This is the way down the street to the Oxxo and Farmacia This is me sitting on the bed Here is one of the room service orders I have been a little late to update! I was resting a lot, then had a visitor yesterday which took more energy than I was expecting.

While I hope you’re right, 48 hours with no word from him is concerning.

About 30 minutes ago for me, standing in the kitchen making some breakfast. Not planned but O well.

Let's see... There's Breathing. Diapers. Drinking. Diapers. Eating. Diapers. Sleeping. Diapers. Peeing. Diapers. Pooping. Diapers. Diapers. Diapers. All joking aside, they are number one after the necessities of life. I can and have gone longer without the other things I enjoy longer than I have without diapers.

Glad you asked! Even though I dropped a pretty big load in the toilet when I got up this morning, I have the feeling that more poo is inside me wanting to eventually come out. I chose a plastic backed Molicare with a booster pad and really coated my bottom, scrotum and between my legs with Vaseline knowing how well it helps when cleaning up skin from a diaper full of poop. After securely taping on my diaper, I pulled up a thick large pair of yellow KINS plastic pants for extra protection. I am not one who likes really thick bulky diapers that make you waddle, but I did decide to put on my Rearz Lil Rebels thick training pants over my plastic pants. Very thick and bulky but soft and cushions my butt very well when sitting. To top everything off I have on a snap crotch onesie. Usually even with the plastic pants and onesie there is enough slack that my diaper sags when wet, but with the added thickness and bulk of the training pants, it has taken up the slack and my diaper is firmly held in place where I taped it on. That extra thickness may make for a lot more interesting feeling when I fill my diaper in a little while.

Happy belated AB day to you too my little Ashy! Big hugs!🤗♥️

I Just wanted to say happy adult baby day everyone! How are y'all celebrating?!😃😁😊😏😉

Part 10 “Susie, we have to go shopping today,” Cassie turned to Susy when they finished doing dishes after lunch. “No problem, mommy. I’ll help you; after all, I’d like to go outside and meet people.” “Don’t forget you are still a disabled girl, sweetheart.” “I won’t mommy. It is even fun for me when I watch them and their sympathetic looks. I have to control myself not to laugh. To be honest, I like the role of a little disabled girl.” “Sweetheart, our priest proposed to me that we should talk to the people tonight. They are very curious about the miracle. He was able to postpone this moment for three years, but we can’t avoid it anymore. It would be perfect if you said a few words.” “Of course, mommy. However, we should discuss it with the priest first. He would advise us what I should say.” “Aren’t you afraid of public presentation, sweetheart?” “Mommy, don’t forget who I am. I have lectured many times at the university and at the research conferences. I will have to pretend a little stage fright.” “Yeah, we will stop at the church on our way back from the shopping center then.” “Mommy, I also might need some nice outfit when I will talk. In public.” “Right; we will find beautiful dress and matching tights and shoes for you.” “Okay, let’s go. Could you change my diaper before we leave?” “Yeah, and I give you a disposable when we go outside. It is better if we don’t have to carry dirty diapers with us.” “Right, mom” Susy walked over to the bathroom, pulled down her tights, and lay down on the changing table. She smiled and waited patiently until Cassie cleaned her crotch and put a clean diaper on her. Cassie took the shopping bags; Susy took her diaper bag with spare diapers, and they walked outside. Cassie helped Susy into the car seat and drove off towards the shopping center. When Cassie parked her car, she led Susy to the children clothing shop first; they found a beautiful dress, tights, and shoes. Susy looked at herself in the mirror and had to smile. She looked like a little princess. While watching her mirror image, she felt her diaper getting warm and grinned a little. They carried the new clothes to the car and headed towards the food department. “Susie, you can push the cart and mommy will pick the food for us. Tell mom if you wish something,” Cassie asked Susy and passed the cart handles to her. While Susy was pushing the cart, she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Susie, you are helping your mom. You have grown up a lot and you can walk now,” Mrs. Coldwell patted Susy on her shoulder and smiled at her. “Yeah, auntie Mary; it is fun,” Susy smiled back and did her best to play the role of a partially disabled girl and keep her vocabulary limited. “Yeah, Mrs. Coldwell, she is a nice and obedient girl. Her muscles are much stronger already and she can help me with simple tasks,” Cassie added. “I’m glad to see her like this. Can I invite you to a cup of coffee and juice for our little miraculous Susy?” “Of course, thanks, Mrs. Coldwell,” Cassie nodded. “Thank you, auntie Mary,” Susy knew about Mrs. Coldwell first name. They sat down in a bistro and Mrs. Coldwell ordered the coffee and juice and started talking. ”Sweetheart, I can’t believe the miracle. Your mommy is the happiest mommy in the world for sure.” “Auntie Mary, she prayed for me, and God did the miracle.” “I know. How are you doing? You attended the kindergarten, but you have outgrown it already. Aren’t you missing your classmates from the kindergarten? Will you go to school?” “Mommy tries to teach me at home, auntie, but it is difficult,” Susy had to control herself a lot. “Yeah, Mrs. Coldwell. The little Susie can walk, speak, but she has a long way ahead. We have to be patient,” Cassie sighed, but she also had to control herself. Meanwhile the juice passed Susy’s body and her bladder filled up. She felt the urge, but the bladder muscles were weak and relaxed instantly. Her diaper got soaked and Susy realized her next opportunity. “Mommy, I need a clean diaper. I’m all wet,” she asked Cassie innocently. “Oh, sweetheart, you have a long way ahead,” Mrs. Coldwell stroked Susy’s hair, “you still need your diapees.” “Yeah, auntie Mary, but mommy isn’t angry at me for it,” Susy enjoyed her role a lot and she realized she could be an actress easily. After all, she would need it later at church. “Our little Susy hasn’t potty trained yet. She has learned speaking and walking and some simple tasks, but she still is a bit disabled,” Cassie added and enjoyed her role, too. “Dear, wouldn’t you mind if I changed Susie’s diaper?” Mrs. Coldwell asked Cassie. “Not at all,” Cassie smiled, “I think Susy won’t mind it either.” “Come, auntie Mary,” Susy grabbed the diaper bag and took Mrs. Coldwell at hand. “Okay, sweetheart,” Mrs. Coldwell stood up and led Susy to the family restroom. While Susy was walking along, she turned away a bit and grinned. In the family restroom, Susy crawled onto the changing table and waited patiently. She didn’t pull down her tights. Mrs. Coldwell smiled at her and pulled down the tights and untaped the soaked diaper. “You are soaked; indeed, auntie Mary cleans you and put a new diapee on you, sweetheart,” she took the baby wipes and cleaned the wet crotch. Susy cooperated and lifted her behind to ease the change. “I remember you since your birth, but you really have changed a lot. It definitely is a big miracle. Maybe you will potty train and your mind will improve.” “I don’t know, auntie Mary,” Susy shrugged, “everything is hard. Mommy isn’t sure if I can learn.” “No problem. At least, you can walk, speak, and you are a nice and cheerful little girl,” Mrs. Coldwell finished the diaper change and pulled up the tights, “all done.” “Thank you, auntie Mary,” Susy jumped down from the changing table and took Mrs. Coldwell at hand again. They threw the used diaper into the bin and returned to Cassie. “I remembered my old times when my own children were toddlers,” Mrs. Coldwell smiled at Cassie, “our little Susy is very nice and polite. You did a good job with raising her so far.” “Thanks, Mrs. Coldwell. Thanks God, Susy is a sensitive and perceptive girl. I could teach her all the courtesy, but the homeschooling is much harder. So is her potty training. Nevertheless, I can’t complain. God has done a big miracle anyway. Diapers are not the end of world and I believe her mind will improve later,” Cassie answered and looked at her watch, “sorry, we should go home. Susy will say a few words at church tonight, and we should get ready. Thanks for the coffee.” “Thanks, auntie Mary,” Susy added. “You are welcome. See you in the evening,” Mrs. Coldwell stood up, walked over to the counter to pay for the coffee and juice and left. “Wow, it’s been a big fun,” Susy almost laughed aloud, “I can imagine her gossiping about a miraculous girl. However, she is a nice person. The diaper change was a loving care. She is a good mother for sure.” “Yeah, she is a loving mother and grandma; her only issue is the gossip. Otherwise, she is an angel,” Cassie smiled at Susy, “let’s go home, and we can stop at the church to arrange your presentation today.” “Okay, mommy, let’s go,” Susy grabbed her diaper bag. Cassie also stood up and pushed the shopping cart towards the exit; Susy followed her.

Happy AB day Jesse 💗💗💗💗

That sounds like an amazingly great time! Wow!

I had an edible and spent the day in little mode. Pacis, Tshirts and diapers. 🍼😍

I'm not a fan of the University of Tennessee, so no.😛

Chapter 11: Dusk at the nest I shuffled down the hall, each step a crinkling proclamation of my status. It was a symphony of rustling fabric and muffled plastic, an anthem for the unwillingly swaddled. I caught sight of other Littles, their strides just as tentative, diapers just as conspicuous beneath their pants. "Hey, pampers parade, need a hand?" A Big leaned against the wall, a smirk stretching across his face. I kept walking, head held high, even as my cheeks burned hotter than a supernova. "Just headin' to class, thanks," I shot back with as much dignity as I could muster. Another Big chimed in from across the corridor, "Make sure you don't sit too hard, wouldn't want to pop your padding!" Laughter echoed off the walls like an unwelcome chorus. I bit back a retort and pushed forward. We were an army of unwilling infants marching to knowledge's beat—a bizarre contrast that would be hilarious if it weren't so humiliating. Finally reaching the lecture room, I made a beeline for the littles' section. My chair loomed like a beacon of shame with its child-proof harness and diminutive size. I lowered myself onto the cushion, wincing at the telltale crinkle. "Looks like someone's soggy," a voice boomed from behind me. I turned to see one of those towering Bigs leering down at me. "Just focused on my studies," I said, hoping my voice didn't betray the frustration gnawing at me. "Sure you are," she chuckled. "But if you need a change, don't hesitate to ask. We've got plenty of practice with littles like you." I forced a tight-lipped smile. "Won't be necessary." She feigned disappointment, her lips curling into a pout. "Such a big boy answer! But remember, help is just a waddle away." I settled into the harness, trying to ignore the crinkles under me. The room filled up, a buzz of pre-class chatter bouncing around. My mind raced through the mechanics notes I had scribbled last night when the professor strode in, all business and no smile. "Good morning. I hope you're ready, because today we've got a little surprise for you—a test." The words slammed into me like a rogue wave. A test? Now? My heart hammered, and I felt the heat rising to my face. I wasn't ready for this—not even close. The class erupted into murmurs and groans, everyone caught off guard. But for me, it was more than just a surprise; it was a nightmare scenario. "Aw man, I can't believe this," I muttered under my breath. I leaned closer, my voice low. "Didn't see this coming. I didn't study enough." I drummed my fingers on the desk, trying to summon some scrap of knowledge from the depths of my brain. It felt like every formula and fact had decided to take a vacation right when I needed them most. The professor started passing out the test tablets, and I could feel the weight of each step he took toward me. It was like time was slowing down, each second stretching out as he got closer. My palms were slick against the desktop, my mind racing for anything that could save me from bombing this test. "Come on, Bixente," I whispered to myself. "You gotta pull something outta thin air here." The tablet landed on my desk with a soft thud, and I stared down at it like it was written in some alien script. The questions blurred before my eyes as panic tightened its grip. I gripped the pencil tight enough to snap it and forced myself to focus on the first question. Maybe if I started writing—anything—my brain would kick into gear. Here went nothing… * * * I collapsed onto a bench beside Adrian in the statue garden, the marble figures towering above us. The sun filtered through the foliage, casting dappled shadows on our path. Here, among the still giants of stone, a tranquil hush settled over us—a sharp contrast to the turmoil inside. "Man, that test tore me apart," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "Felt like it was written for a genius, not a kid from the Pyrenees." Adrian stretched out his legs, his eyes scanning the sculptures. "I hear you. It was as if they designed it to crush our spirits. Not just challenge us." I snorted. "Crush our spirits? Sounds like they're succeeding. My brain's fried." He glanced at me, a wry smile curling his lips. "Well, at least we're in this mess together." "Yeah," I said with a half-hearted chuckle. "Together in misery." Adrian's gaze drifted back to the statues. "They expect too much. Like we've got all of Amazonia's knowledge crammed in our heads." "Tell me about it." I leaned back, feeling the cool stone against my skin. "I studied mechanics, not... whatever that was." "Business organization wasn't any kinder." Adrian's voice carried a note of frustration that surprised me. "Thought you'd ace it with your eyes closed." I eyed him curiously. He scoffed, "Even my eyes wide open struggled to keep up today." We sat in silence for a moment, each lost in our thoughts amid the serenity of the garden. Mateo shuffled toward us, his brow furrowed and lips pursed in a grim line. He dropped onto the bench opposite us, the garden's stillness embracing his sudden arrival. "You guys talking about the test?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "Yeah," I replied, sitting up straighter. "It was brutal." He nodded, his eyes narrowing. "It's not just you. They're rigged, I'm sure of it." Adrian leaned forward, interest piqued. "Rigged? How can you be so sure?" Mateo glanced around before leaning in closer. "I've been talking to some others—Littles who've been here longer. They say it's been happening for years." A chill ran down my spine. "But why? What's the point?" "To keep us in line, make sure we don't get too confident," Mateo said, his voice laced with bitterness. Adrian scoffed. "So we're just pawns in their game?" "It seems so," Mateo said, then hesitated. "But I've joined a... group. We're determined to beat them at their own game." "A group?" I echoed, intrigued despite myself. Mateo's lips twisted into a sly grin. "Yeah, a secret club of Littles who want to succeed at all costs. We're tired of being treated like kids who can't do anything right." Adrian sat back, arms crossed over his chest. "And what exactly does this club plan to do?" "We have a plan," Mateo said with a conspiratorial gleam in his eye. "To infiltrate the university library." "The library?" I frowned. "What for?" Mateo's grin widened. "They keep special study materials there—resources that could help Littles like us succeed." My heart raced at the thought of breaking rules, but the prospect of leveling the playing field was too tempting to ignore. I leaned in, my pulse quickening. "Infiltrate the library, you say?" The idea ignited something fierce within me—a flame of rebellion against the constraints tightening around us. "I'm in. Tell me more." Adrian arched an eyebrow, the skepticism clear on his face. "Hold on a minute, Bix. Do you understand what Mateo is suggesting? This isn't just some prank—it's breaking into a restricted area." I shot him a look, the fire in my belly turning my words sharp. "And? We've been boxed in since day one, Adrian. Haven't you had enough of playing by their twisted rules?" He sighed, his fingers drumming on the marble bench. "It's not about rules, Bix. It's about consequences. Getting caught could mean expulsion—or worse." Mateo leaned back, his expression unfazed. "That's why we're careful. We've got a plan, a good one." I nodded eagerly, leaning closer still. "We can't just sit around while they play us for fools. What's life without a little risk?" Adrian's eyes narrowed as he weighed the situation. "And if we're adopted out because of this stunt? You ready to spend your days in a playpen?" I scoffed at the image he conjured, yet it couldn't quell my resolve. "Better than spending them in a lecture hall getting my hopes smashed to bits." Mateo chuckled softly, approvingly. "That's the spirit, Bix." Adrian shook his head but I could see the resolve building behind his eyes—a calculated risk taker assessing the odds. Mateo caught the shift in the air, the hesitation rolling off Adrian like fog over the bay. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto Adrian's. "Think about it, man. This could change everything for us—for all the Littles here. We could finally get a leg up in this place." I watched Adrian's face, the interplay of light and shadow as he mulled over Mateo's words. The usual arrogance seemed to melt away, leaving behind a man wrestling with uncertainty. I felt it too—the tremble of excitement mingled with a whisper of fear. We were teetering on the edge of something big, something that could either be our making or our undoing. Adrian rubbed his chin, a thoughtful gesture that betrayed his inner turmoil. "Benefits, huh?" He finally broke the silence. "What kind of benefits are we talking about here?" Mateo's smile was like the first break of dawn after a long night. "Access to exams from previous years, study guides that are off-limits to most students, insider tips on professors' quirks—you name it." I leaned back against the cool marble, my mind racing with possibilities. This was more than just breaking rules; it was a chance to take control of our own destiny in this oversized world. Adrian's eyes narrowed as he processed everything. He glanced at me and then back at Mateo. "Alright," he said slowly, "I'll think about it. No promises, but... I'll consider what you've said." Mateo stood up with a nod, a silent understanding passing between them. "Good. That's all I ask." He clapped a hand on my shoulder as he passed by me. "I'll be in touch." As he strode away, his confidence seemed to leave an echo in the garden's quietude. I watched him go, feeling my heartbeat drum against my chest like a restless bird eager to take flight. Adrian and I sat there for a few moments longer, the weight of our decision pressing down on us like the thick heat before a storm. "Are we really doing this?" I asked him, not entirely sure if I wanted to hear his answer. Adrian met my gaze with an intensity that surprised me. "We're considering it," he corrected me firmly. "There's no harm in thinking things through." I nodded slowly, knowing he was right but also feeling the pull of Mateo's promise tugging at me stronger than ever. We got up from the bench and walked back towards the dorms in silence—each lost in thought and wrapped in our own brand of cautious hope and myself in a diaper. * * * Adrian and I ducked into the cafeteria, the hum of conversation wrapping around us like a thick blanket. We snagged a corner table, the kind that offered a view but promised some privacy. He grabbed a couple of sodas and I pulled out some chocolate bars from my pocket, unwrapping one with eager fingers. "Something's up with Mateo," Adrian mused, taking a swig from his can. "Dude's always been a bit of an enigma, but today... felt different." I nodded, biting into the chocolate. "Yeah, I noticed that too. Like he's hiding something big." Adrian leaned in, his eyes scanning the room before locking on mine. "You don't think he's in trouble, do you?" Before I could answer, my communicator buzzed against my thigh. The screen flashed Evelyn's name and my heart sank like a stone in water. "She wants us back at the Nest," I said, showing Adrian the message. A knot tightened in my stomach as I stood up. The familiar warmth spreading across my groin betrayed me—I was peeing my diaper right there amidst the sea of students. Adrian caught the shift in my expression. "You okay?" he asked, concern etched across his face. "Just... nervous," I admitted, trying to shake off the shame. We tossed our trash and headed out, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on us with each step back to the Nest. * * * The Nest swallowed us whole, a place where autonomy faded faster than the sun in winter. I trudged into the room, my wet diaper an uncomfortable squish with every step. The fabric chafed against my skin, a relentless reminder of the infantile state I'd been forced into. Adrian, beside me, stripped down to his pull-ups—a slight upgrade from my own state, but humiliating nonetheless. His eyes avoided mine, fixed on some invisible point in the distance. Evelyn's voice cut through the silence like a bell at a funeral. "Good job, Adrian! Such a big boy, keeping your pull-ups dry," she cooed in that overly sweet tone reserved for toddlers. I cringed as her gaze landed on me. "And Bix, it's perfectly fine for a little boy to wet his diapee. That's what they're there for," she chirped, her words dripping with an infantilizing poison that made my skin crawl. The air hung thick with a mix of approval and condescension as she inspected us like we were on display at some twisted exhibition. Adrian nodded stiffly, his posture rigid with pride or perhaps just resistance to Evelyn's demeaning praise. I swallowed the lump in my throat, a futile attempt to keep my dignity intact. "Yeah," I muttered, trying to shrug it off like it didn't matter that I was standing there in a soaked diaper while being talked down to as if I were three years old again. But inside? Inside I seethed with a silent fury that threatened to boil over at any moment. Evelyn perched on a beam seat, her legs crossed with the air of a queen holding court. She beckoned us closer, her fingers performing a little twirl in the air. I could feel the invisible strings tugging at us, pulling us into her web. "Come here, my little ones," she called out, her voice a syrupy concoction of feigned warmth and hidden thorns. Adrian and I exchanged glances before stepping forward, each footfall heavy with dread. The air seemed to grow colder as we approached, the distance closing between us and whatever ill fate awaited. Evelyn unfolded a piece of paper with a flourish, her smile wide but her eyes cold. "I have your test results," she announced. The way she said it, you'd think she was about to hand out candy instead of confirming our failure. Her eyes danced over the paper as she tutted theatrically. "Oh dear," she cooed, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "It seems you didn't do as well as we'd hoped." I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron, trying to anchor myself in the pain rather than the shame that threatened to overwhelm me. Adrian stood next to me, his gulp loud in the hush that had fallen over the room. Evelyn's voice dropped an octave as she leaned forward, eyes locked on ours. "But that's okay," she purred. "We'll just have to find other ways to help you learn and grow." Her words clung to me like cobwebs, sticky and unwelcome. I could feel my face flush with anger and embarrassment as she continued to speak down to us like we were nothing more than misbehaving toddlers who couldn't grasp the simplest lesson. Adrian's hand clenched into a fist at his side; I could see the muscles in his jaw twitching with the effort it took not to lash out. We were caught in Evelyn's game, and every patronizing word tightened the noose around our necks. My knees dug into the soft fabric of Evelyn's skirt as she perched me precariously over her lap, Adrian positioned likewise, his face twisted in a mix of disbelief and rage. Her hand, a specter of impending pain, hovered in the air with an authority that belied its seemingly delicate form. "Well, Bixente," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "it seems that you both failed your tests today. I'm not sure how you managed to do so poorly, but it's clear that you need some extra help in understanding the material." I exchanged glances of shame and embarrassment with Adrian as we listened to her patronizing words. We knew that we had let ourselves down and disappointed our adult caretakers once again. Without another word, Miss Evelyn turned her attention to Adrian and pulled down his pull-up, exposing his bare bottom to the cool air of the Nest. Her hand came down hard on his left cheek first, followed by a stinging slap on his right cheek moments later. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot in silence as tears welled up in Adrian's eyes and trickled down his face like raindrops on glass. His body jerked with each impact as if trying to escape from her relentless assault on his most vulnerable spot. Despite the pain coursing through him like wildfire, Adrian didn't resist or fight back; instead, he accepted his punishment with quiet resignation as if this was just another part of life in this strange new world where adults held all the power over their helpless little charges. "Please, Miss Evelyn," Adrian pleaded between sobs, "I promise I'll try harder next time." As Miss Evelyn continued to spank Adrian, she turned her attention back to me, delivering another round of stinging slaps to my already sore bottom. The pain was intense, like a thousand needles piercing my skin with each impact. I cried out in agony, my body bucking wildly beneath her hand as I struggled to endure the unbearable pain. We both cried out in pain and humiliation as we were simultaneously punished for our transgressions. Our bodies writhed and twisted beneath her hands as we begged for mercy, but Miss Evelyn showed no signs of relenting. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of punishment, Miss Evelyn stopped spanking us both at once and turned her attention to one boy at a time. She continued to spank us individually until she was satisfied that we had been sufficiently chastised for our misbehavior. "Now," she said softly but firmly, "let's get you two changed and ready for bed." Her words were meant to comfort but they only deepened the sting of our wounded pride. * * * Tears stung my cheeks, the hot imprint of Miss Evelyn's hand still seared across my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I felt so small, so utterly powerless. Adrian lay beside me, his breaths shuddering into whimpers. We were two grown men, tucked into cribs that mocked our age with bars and pastel bedding. The nest was quiet now, the echoes of our spankings just a haunting memory in the dim light. My backside throbbed with each pulse, a constant reminder of our public shaming. The thick diaper crinkled beneath me as I shifted, trying to find a sliver of comfort on the stiff mattress. Adrian's voice cracked through the silence. "Man, this is messed up." I turned to face him, seeing his silhouette blurred by my watery vision. "Yeah," I choked out. "I can't believe this is happening." He sniffled, and I heard the rustle of his own diaper as he moved. "We gotta get through this, Bix. For our pride." Eventually, exhaustion won over shame and discomfort. My eyes fluttered closed, and for just a moment, I forgot where I was—until the crinkle of my diaper brought it all crashing back. * * * I shuffled alongside Adrian, the padding between my legs a constant reminder of Evelyn's harsh discipline. My skin still smarted from the spanking, and I could tell Adrian felt the same. His jaw clenched with every step we took toward the cafeteria. "This is ridiculous, Bix," Adrian muttered, casting a glare at nothing in particular. "We're not children to be paraded around in diapers." I nodded, my own frustration mirroring his. "Yeah, I know. It's like we're back in nursery school." As we turned a corner, Mateo came into view, his gait as awkward as ours. The same telltale bulk under his pants suggested he'd also faced his nest mother’s wrath. "Hey," I called out to him, trying to sound casual despite the tension. Mateo stopped and offered a half-smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Bix, Adrian. Rough morning?" "You could say that," Adrian scoffed. "Seems like we're all in the same boat." Mateo's eyes flicked down to our midsections and back up again. "Yeah, seems like it." I cleared my throat, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Listen, about what you mentioned earlier..." "The library?" Mateo's voice dropped to a whisper. Adrian shot a cautious look around before nodding. "We're interested. But we need to talk details." "Meet me at the statues garden during lunch," Mateo suggested with a conspiratorial edge. "We'll be there," I confirmed, feeling a mix of apprehension and anticipation. With a subtle nod of agreement from all of us, we parted way. * * * The day dragged like a boat against the tide. Lectures blurred into one another, professors' words echoing off the walls and settling somewhere far beyond my reach. Every tick of the clock, a reminder of the wetness wrapped snug between my legs, a secret shame under my uniform . As I trudged through the halls, Bigs lounged against the walls, their laughter booming over my head. They'd throw me a look, eyes glinting with mischief, and I knew what followed. "Aw, little guy needs a change?" The sarcasm stung worse than the dampness. I'd force a grin, pretending their words were nothing but a breeze I could brush away. By the time I reached our meeting spot, the sky had pulled its dark blanket tight. I pushed the door open and spotted Adrian and Mateo. A wave rolled off my hand as I approached them. "Hey," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the day's toll. "Hope your day's been drier than mine." * * * Mateo's eyes flickered with a sly intelligence as he laid out the plan. "We keep the cards close, guys. No leaks until the eleventh hour," he whispered, his gaze darting around the room. I leaned in, intrigued despite the knot of anxiety in my stomach. "Secret drops? Sounds like spy stuff." Adrian snorted, crossing his arms. "And if we get caught?" "We won't," Mateo said with a confidence that made me want to believe him. "But we need tech to back us up. Bix, you're the whiz. I need you to build something for us." I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue. "It's a device," Mateo continued, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper and smoothing it on the table. It was a schematic, lines and symbols that spoke to me like a second language. "This baby will get us out of our cribs and open the doors without tripping any alarms." My fingers traced the lines of the diagram. The challenge sparked something in me—a defiance against this system that treated us like oversized infants. "Can you do it?" Mateo's eyes locked onto mine. A surge of excitement rushed through me as I studied the schematics. This was more than circuits and code; it was a shot at reclaiming our dignity. "Yeah," I said with a nod, feeling my heartbeat quicken. "I can make this happen." Adrian let out a low whistle. "Man, if you pull this off..." I folded the schematic carefully and tucked it into my pocket. "Then we start playing by our own rules."

What hotel did you stay at? Do you have any photos to share?

Just a little bit ago. I got home from work and had to go pretty bad. I let the dog out and went and grabbed a diaper and put it on. I put on a Rearz Daydreamer diaper again. Pulled my pants back up and let the dog back in and fed him. I sat down in my recliner and let the pressure build a little bit. I got up to get something for breakfast and the pressure was pretty high. I started to poop and it came out really soft. I stopped for a moment and then let some more out. It was really soft, almost runny. The pressure eased and I pushed and a lot more poop came out. I peed before I left work, but I was able to pee my diaper a little bit after I finished pooping. As big and as soft as this load is in my diaper, I decided that I better get a pad before I sat down in case I leak. I went downstairs and put a load of work clothes in the washer and grabbed a leak pad for my chair. I put the pad on my recliner, took my pants off and sat down. The super soft mess spread all over my bottom and up between my legs. Any little movement and I feel the mess move around. It's awful soupy in the seat of my diaper right now and I'm loving it. Still pretty dry, so I'll have some beers, and get my money's worth out of this diaper.

Gravity is a great thing, haha. I do experience some dripping when laying down but I also have a reroute so gravity still works when I'm laying down. I do feel a small gush sometimes if a small amount puddles in my bladder. Either way, I can't control it and it's amazing. It's amazing how fast it drips after drinking a bottle of water, lol.

I hope the extended time using the catheter solves your problem. I thought removing it after five days was a bit on the optimistic side. Nearly everyone who’s had any type of urinary surgery that I’ve heard of has needed to use a catheter for ten days after the surgery and needed to stay near the surgeon’s office or be able to return to it for that entire time.

Yes, any time I didn't have the catheter, until I became blocked I was just freely dripping. Sometimes not while I was lying down but I would drip again as soon as I got up. Standing in the shower I turned the water on, it would be just drip... drip... drip...

Of course getting a bike wasn't going to be simple for Sam. When is anything simple for her? Once the friends get underway Sam is given plenty of time to appreciate the view and think about her complicated feelings. --- 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 had a lot on her mind. For once she wasn’t thinking about the diaper rubbing against the inside of her thighs, instead she couldn’t stop thinking about the sudden surge of feelings she had felt towards Nina. She was more confused than ever before. It was fortunately not a long walk to the bike area. A large warehouse sized building with a translucent ceiling that let a lot of light in. There was a small shop selling bike accessories and things off to the side but most of the floor space was just covered with bicycles. Sam looked around in awe, she had never seen so many bikes in one place and the air was filled with bells ringing and the sound of maintenance being done. There was a small desk with a Midforest employee stood behind it. He seemed to be checking some bike locks as the women approached him. “Hello. Picking up?” The man asked. “Yes. We reserved some bikes under the name Christine Walker.” Chrissy said. “Uh huh.” The man entered the details on the tablet on the desk, “OK, just bear with me for a minute.” The employee walked away leaving the girls to wait. There was no shortage of things to see. Sam found all the people wandering around with different types of bikes interesting. There was a lot of movement and colour. Amy, meanwhile, was looking through her guidebook and excitedly telling the others what they might see. Her enthusiasm was contagious, she was normally very reserved so to see her so chipper about something made Sam happy. “OK, we have three mountain bikes.” The man replied as he came back. Sam immediately felt her good mood faltering. Every single time there was a problem it always worked out worse for her and she had to think this was going to be no exception. The man lined up the three bikes and helmets and then checked his terminal again. “We have the four adult bikes booked but I see you a have a kid with you. Let me just check something.” The man walked away again before anyone could correct him. Sam blushed again. She didn’t blame him, she looked more childish than ever she was sure. The other girls looked and gave “what can you do?” kind of shrugs. They waited anxiously until the man came back again. “I’m afraid we don’t have any children’s bikes available.” The man said as he scrolled on the screen, “You must’ve made a mistake on the booking because there’s no way she could use an adult bike. Let me see… We have two option as far as I can see. We have… tricycles or the trailer.” As if to show what the trailer was someone walked past with a bike that had a small pod attached to the back. At the end of a little metal attachment was a child seat with restraints, there were two wheels, one on either side, and a transparent canopy that covered the whole thing from the elements. Sam had seen children riding around in these little trailers on preceding days with their parents cycling and pulling them along. “But Sam is an adult.” Chrissy said with frustration, “Why are none of you people ready for a smaller than average adult!? I swear I’m going to report Midforest to…” “Chrissy.” Sam sighed, “He’s right. I can’t ride one of those bikes… I mean, it’s just basic physics. I wouldn’t reach the pedals.” The employee looked a little bewildered. It was hard to tell if Chrissy’s sudden anger or Sam talking and actually proving she wasn’t a baby was more confusing to him. Sam looked at one of the nearby tricycles. There was no doubt they were primarily for children. “It might be hard to keep up on the trail.” Nina said as she followed Sam’s gaze to the three wheeled bike. Sam had to agree. The trail was going to be over a lot of uneven ground with loose surfaces and probably some steep hills, it didn’t seem like the tricycle was built to be taken off the tarmacked areas. “I’m… I’m sorry, ma’am.” The man was looking down at Sam. She could see he was struggling with the familiar internal battle of looking at someone who appeared to be a child but wasn’t, “Did I hear you’re all going out on a trail?” “Yes.” Sam replied. “The tricycles will struggle with that.” The man said, confirming Sam’s suspicions, “It doesn’t have the gears of a regular bike and the steeper hills will be a big problem if nothing else.” “Which means…” Sam looked at a nearby trailer. It was clearly the only option. “If you don’t want to do it no one will make you.” Nina said quietly. “We’ll take the trailer.” Sam said. She put on a brave smile. Chrissy didn’t look happy that Sam was being treated differently but she signed the forms and everyone started walking out with their bikes. One of them had the trailer attached and that was the one that Amy was pushing. Sam followed the others out. Already her thighs were getting annoyed about the thick padding between them, privately she thought getting to sit down the whole time on this trail was probably a good thing. “Alright, Sam, if you want to hop in we…” Amy started. “Is it… Would it be OK if Nina was the one on this bike?” Sam asked as she placed a hand on the tire of the bicycle that was attached to the trailer. “Why?” Amy asked, “I mean, it’s not a problem, I’m just wondering if there’s a reason.” “Nina’s the fittest.” Sam said logically, “I know I’m light but I’m still extra weight.” “Makes sense to me.” Chrissy said, “Leaves you free to do some cool tricks, Amy. I bet you could do an awesome wheelie.” Everyone laughed. As Sam looked at the trailer that was to be her method of transport. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nina looking at her curiously. The truth was that Nina was the fittest of the four of them, she had run track in high school, but there were other reasons that Sam chose her roommate to be the one attached to her. “Need some help?” Nina asked when Sam looked over. “Just with the straps I think.” Sam replied. “Ah, good thinking.” Nina said as she crouched down next to the trailer, “Seat belts save lives. When we get into a fifteen bicycle pile-up you’ll be nice and safe.” Sam laughed perhaps a little too hard. Her cheeks went a little pink as she started climbing into the trailer. It wasn’t the easiest thing to get into like this and after getting her foot caught on the corner she started to fall backwards. Her arms swung around as she tried to stay up but she was going down until she felt two hands catch her. One was on her back and the other was resting square on the rear of her diaper. Sam’s eyes flew open as she was helped to get upright by Nina’s hands pressing against her. She turned and sat down in the seat with a face as red as the trailer base. Nina’s face seemed to be similarly red. She didn’t say anything as she reached in and helped Sam with the straps. As the straps were tightened Sam felt herself getting pushed back against the seat. The way the bottom of the safety seat curved meant that Sam sunk into it and her clearly padded crotch was pushed out slightly in front of her, her legs hung uselessly over the lip of the seat. She hadn’t realised just how much like a baby she was going to feel when sat down like this. She was very much reminded of a child’s seat in a car. “Alright?” Nina asked nervously, “Everything OK?” Sam nodded her head and Nina smiled. Reached over to the zip on the clear plastic canopy and brought it all the way round. It suddenly seemed like Sam was in her own little bubble. Sound became a bit muffled but she could see everything. What she didn’t like to see was other people looking in at her and waving as if she was a child. She could hardly blame their assumptions but it still made her grumpy. “Everyone ready?” Chrissy asked from nearby as she sat on her saddle, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Sam heard Nina laugh as she hopped over the frame of the bike and sat down. A second later Sam felt a jolt as they started to move. All of a sudden she felt a lot less happy about her position as she gripped the sides of her safety seat. It was strange to be pulled along like this without any control over her speed or direction. The group cycled along the tarmac roads past the adventure course and the main plaza. Sam shifted awkwardly in her seat, she was quickly finding that these restraints were no joke as she could barely lean forwards at all. Just to find out if she could she tried to call out for Nina’s attention but it seemed like she couldn’t be heard. The combination of the other girls talking, the canopy and the sounds of tires crunching on gravel parts of the road seemed to drown out Sam’s small high-pitched voice. After passing most of the more populated areas of Midforest (and Chrissy nearly fell off her bike after an ill-conceived attempt at a “trick”) the group came to a small opening that led into the forest. Amy checked the signs and her map and then excitedly clapped her hands. She led the way on to the trail. Sam immediately noticed that the trail was harder for her friends to cycle than the flat tarmac had been. The loose gravel path rapidly rose and fell and there were many bumps. Sam could tell Nina was having to work hard with the extra weight attached to her bike, she was frequently rising out of the saddle to try and peddle harder to keep up. Every time Nina lifted up Sam couldn’t help but stare at her butt. It looked just fantastic under Nina’s pants. This was an unusual sensation for Sam to say the least. She’d never found herself attracted to anyone much. Amy, who was well-researched on topics like sexuality, suggested Sam might be demi-sexual. Sam had to look up what that meant and found out that it was, essentially, a descriptor for a person that only experienced sexual feelings for someone after developing a close bond with them. In other words Sam didn’t fancy people because of how they looked or if they seemed nice, she had to have an emotional attachment first. Was that what was happening now? Did Sam actually have a crush on her best friend? Sam tried to think logically about everything. She had always kept walls up so other people didn’t get too close. She was obsessed with not being seen as less than an adult, she never let anyone see her naked or even mostly undressed but in the last few days it had all changed. Nina had seen Sam at her most vulnerable and embarrassed but she still stood by her. “Guys! We should stop here!” Amy shouted, “It’s beautiful and we’ll be able to see herons, kingfishers and…” “Alright, we get it.” Chrissy said as she skidded to a stop, “I could use a breather.” Nina slowed and then finally stopped. Sam had been lost in thought but as she now looked around she agreed the scenery was stunning. This section of the path was winding up the side of a hill with the lush forest on one side and on the other a large beautiful looking lake. There was near silence apart from the four girls. “Um, guys?” Sam said after half a minute. “Oh crap!” Nina quickly said as she hurried over. Sam’s three friends had been walking over to the edge of the path to look down to the lake and seemingly forgetting that Sam was strapped into her seat. Nina hurried over and unzipped the canopy as she muttered apologies. Sam found it hard to look at her friend for reasons that had nothing to do with her diaper. With the straps removed Sam still couldn’t get out of the deep seat without help. Nina took both her hands and helped pull her up. Once Sam was standing she held on for just a second longer than she had to. Sam hopped down from the trailer and went to the others to look at the lake. Amy already had her binoculars out and was urgently scanning the edge of the water for wildlife. “It’s beautiful.” Sam said as she stood on tip-toes to see over the low hedge at the side of the road. “Here. Let me help you.” Nina said. “You really don’t…” Sam started. Sam felt Nina’s hands take hold of her and she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Sam’s eyes were wide open as she was lifted all the way up to sit on Nina’s shoulders. Her hands wrapped around Nina’s forehead to keep herself stable. She had to admit the view was even more beautiful from this elevated viewpoint and she looked around at the scenery with a smile. Even though the hefty diaper between her legs was pressing against the back of Nina’s head she felt only a little embarrassed. “Are you feeling alright?” Chrissy asked suddenly. “Huh?” Sam looked around to where Chrissy was frowning and holding up her bike. “You normally HATE people picking you up.” Chrissy said accurately. Sam couldn’t respond. It was true, she actively avoided it in all situations even if it meant she had to struggle or find some way to climb up to where she needed to go. She hated to even ask for help yet alone ask to be lifted up. Now she was sitting on Nina’s shoulders without a care in the world. Her face went red, she didn’t know what to say. “She just wanted to see the view.” Nina said, “Do you have a better idea?” Chrissy shrugged and turned away to look at the view again. Sam saw her head quickly turn to look at Sam one more time before she let the subject drop. Sam was grateful for Nina’s intervention. The truth of why she was happy to let Nina pick her up wasn’t something she was fully prepared to admit to herself yet alone other people. “Ooh, look!” Amy excitedly pointed across the lake, “It’s an osprey!” Without binoculars all Sam could see was a small bird gliding fast over the water. She watched it get lower and lower until the bird’s legs stuck out in front of its head and it made contact with the surface. A few seconds later it started laboriously flapping its wings and when it rose up it had a fish in its talons. Amy squealed excitedly as she followed the osprey’s progress back amongst the trees. “Cool.” Chrissy nodded her head appreciatively. “That was amazing!” Amy smiled widely as she lowered her binoculars, “Wait… what are you doing up there?” Somehow Amy had been so absorbed in watching the lake and the animals she had completely missed what was happening with Sam. She was frowning in confusion exactly the same way Chrissy had been. “It doesn’t matter.” Nina said, “We should probably move on anyway.” Nina crouched down and allowed Sam to carefully lower herself to the ground. Almost as soon as her feet touched the earth she felt a rumble in her belly. That was ominous but there was little she could do right there and then. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting from Chrissy and Amy as she was helped back into her trailer. “Thank you.” Sam said as the straps were done up. “You’d have done the same for me.” Nina said with a smile. “I don’t know if sitting on my shoulders would be all that useful to you.” Sam joked. The two shared a laugh before the canopy was closed around Sam again. As she heard Nina giggling she felt like her heart was swelling again. She was almost grateful when her friend went back to the bike since it would stop Sam from making a fool of herself. She chastised herself. Of all the times to develop a crush on someone this was a bad one, not to mention it being on her best friend. She would ruin the closeness they had if she told the truth. Besides how could anyone like Sam in that way when she had embarrassed herself in front of them so often. Sam’s internal monologue was stopped when there was a sudden pull and the trailer started moving. It was only a few minutes later that Sam felt another rumbling in her tummy, it was more urgent this time and now she was getting really worried. “Um, Nina?” Sam called out as loudly as she could manage. --- 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/f401115a-6967-45d5-aac3-74a2abe6e9df https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1184467

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I'm always in a diaper and a T-shirt when I am not working. It's practically my standard outfit around the house. In curtain places I go, it's also accepted as well.

Ted’s mind was swirling as he walked to the bar. Blinded by his arousal, the notion had not fully set in. Stacey and Lara were spanking each other! Ted had so many questions. How long had this been going on? How often? Were they really spanking each other’s bare asses? Was it just for punishment? Was anyone else involved? Did all sorority girls spank each other? Ted was distracted the whole night. He eased his nerves with plenty of cheap beer, staying at the bar later than he normally would on a weeknight. He was apprehensive about going home, not very eager to see his roommates again considering at least one of them would suspect he had overheard them that evening. Finally, when the bar closed at 1 am, he stumbled his way home. Grateful to see all the lights off, Ted tried to be very quiet. His drunken state made that difficult, especially when he tripped over his backpack which still sat in the middle of the hallway floor. Clambering to his feet, Ted bolted for his bed. He kicked off his shoes and passed out without bothering to disrobe. The alcohol coursing through his veins put him into a deep and motionless sleep. Ted’s dreams were filled with bottoms being spanked. Hazy images of his roommates’ naked asses being whacked by thick paddles were shrouded in the sound distant scolding, just like he’d heard earlier that night. “I will put you over my knee,” Stacey chided. “You need your little bare butt spanked,” he heard Lara say. Just before he awoke, he saw his own ass, naked and bent over. A paddle connected with a loud smack, and Ted jolted awake. “Oowww!” He said aloud, grabbing his butt. It took a moment before he realized it was his head that hurt, not his butt. His temples throbbed and the magnitude of the hangover set in. His bladder also ached. A small spurt of pee escaped into his boxers as he darted out of the room to relieve himself. He made it to the toilet just in time to avoid a major accident. Stumbling down the hall, he ambled into the kitchen to find some coffee. The caffeine took hold and the haze began to lift around him. He saw the clock on the wall, and his stomach lurched as he realized he had slept through his first class of the day. Looking up, Ted noticed the kitchen was spotless, a complete change from the night before. Remembering the mess, he also remembered that Lara had been thoroughly spanked for leaving it so. He then also remembered that Stacey’s spanking had been because she missed class. His bottom tingled, realizing he was missing class that very moment. The image from his dream flashed in his mind, the heavy paddle cracking against his bare ass. Ted was a bit surprised as his cock began to stiffen. He had been so turned on by the sounds of his roommates spanking each other the night before, but he had never considered that he might be on the receiving end himself. Letting his mind wander while he gulped his coffee, Ted’s cock grew harder and harder. He pictured being held down across Lara’s lap, his dick pressing into her bare thighs. He imagined Stacey fondling him from behind as he awaited the paddle on all fours atop her bed. He had always had a thing of dominant women, though he had never fantasized about being dominated in this way. The door had been nudged open and there was no closing it again. His hand made its way to his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. Realizing he was home alone, Ted hurried back to his bedroom to pleasure himself again. He lay on his bed, pants at his ankles, stroking his stiff member while imagining his bare bottom being thoroughly spanked. It took only minutes before he moaned loudly spurted ropes of cum on his stomach. Ted cleaned himself up and quickly passed out again.

Faye strode toward the house with all the confidence she could muster Not a house. A mansion. A PALACE. If it weren't for the size she might have just called it a villa. She passed through a wide open doorway, past a pair of guards and into a wide courtyard, filled with garden paths and decorative fountains. Rows of white columns were on either side of her, and in front, the main section of the villa- a gigantic three story building made of hard white stone. She felt her shoulders hunch, then made herself stand back up to project the confidence she knew she needed for the meeting. There were guards. A LOT of guards. They stood in pairs, armed, watching her. She made herself stare forward, as if she barely even noticed them. She stopped at the front door to the main building. She held up the letter she received to the pair of guards. "I've been summoned by..." The guard rolled his eyes and waved her in. "We know. Just go in, its straight through." "Oh," she was taken aback. She was expecting a lot more of a hassle. Normally, guards like this saw bounty hunters as a potential threat. These one's didn't even seem to care. "Have fun," the guard said, and his friend chuckled. She paused for a moment. Not the normal kind of reaction she got. She shrugged it off, then continued. She entered the building and walked straight forward, as directed. None of the guards followed her, which she found odd again, but ignored. It would be there problem if they didn't do their jobs properly. There was an open door in front of her, with a greying man in a suit sitting with his arms folded behind it. "Ah, Faye, come in," he said, indicating an empty chair with an outstretched palm. Faye approached it and say down. The door slammed behind her, and she forced herself not to jump. She looked over her shoulders to see two more armed guards on either side of the door, though neither approached her. "Hello, I'm..." she began, but was cut off by a waving of his hand. "I know, I already said your name. Let me have a look at you," he said. He put on a pair of glasses and leaned forward. "Hmmm yes, yes very good." "What are..." He waved again. "I'll explain in a moment. Please stand up," he said. Faye paused for a moment, thinking about his request. She considered asking what exactly he'd see from her standing, but instead she just stood up. He looked her up and down. "Yes yes, good. You're a fair bit shorter then her, which is good. About the size of the others so the clothes should fit." "Why would that..." "Shhh," he said. "It will make sense in a moment. Please turn around so I can see the rest." She gapped at him. "Well? The money is on the table Ms. Faye." She looked at the bare table. "Metaphorically. Literally its in a safe. But, as in, on the table for when you want it." She rolled her eyes and decided it was pointless to correct her name. She turned around, put a hand on her hip and pushed it out to the side, trying to pose for what she was sure he was looking at. She knew she was more then attractive and was proud of it, though it wasn't normally a prerequisite for her jobs. "Well? Like what you see?" A moment's pause, then "I do. You'll do nicely. Please sit down." She sat down heavily in the chair and lounged with an arm over the back of it. "So? What's the plan? Am I suppose to lure some man?" He smiled. "Sort of. Actually, its a woman." "Great. So I kill some woman." He shook his head. "Well I'd hope not. The woman is my daughter." "Family trouble?" "No, birthday present." "Like a poisoned birthday cake?" "No. Like an actual present." "Uhhh...?" He smiled. "Let's discuss price first. I understand you are in a great deal of debt. I am willing to cover that, plus an additional ten billion woolongs." Faye tried to mask her expression. That was FAR more then her normal rate. Even paying for her debts was more then her usual rate, but the extra ten billion... she could retire, and live comfortably for the rest of her life. Or, more likely, live extravagantly while still need to work occasionally to keep up her lifestyle. "OK..." she was intrigued, but suspicious. "And what is the job? Who do I kill? Your daughter wants a corpse as a birthday present?" "No one. I want you to become my daughter's dolly." "Dolly?" "Doll," he shrugged. "She calls it that." "I don't make toys." "No no, YOU are her doll." "What?" "She want's a doll. It will be you." "Why can't you just by her an ACTUAL doll? What am I supposed to do for a kid?" He sighed. "Ok, to clarify. My daughter. Matilda. She is 22. It is her birthday. Every year for her birthday, I got her a doll. Since she has become an adult, she's been wanting more... real, to play with. So, I buy stragglers like you to live with her. You play along, let her dress you up, join her game, and we let you go next year with your new fortune." She was stunned. "I AM NOT DOING THAT! WHY WOULD I?" "Because you have a massive debt on your head and people want to collect." She heard a gun cocking behind her, and remembered the small army of guards she had passed. "I... see... Why me?" He smiled. "Come on Faye. You are known all over for your beauty." "Oh, well," she smiled. "And of course my daughter only gets the prettiest of dollies, so my mind went right to you." "I see. Of course!" "So you agree?" She heard the guns cocking behind her back again. "I guess I do."

... A few humiliating hours and a diaper change later, and Faye was back in Matilda's bedroom. Matilda had left her, wearing only her diaper after a game of dress up, and sitting at the edge of her bed as she got dressed. It was telling of how she was seen that Matilda didn't even pay her any mind as she stripped in front of her. The feeling wasn't even the same as someone getting dressed in a change room, but more as if she wasn't even there. There was no moment at all of insecurity, no conversation starter, no glance back. To her, Faye was an object, who wouldn't even move or see unless she was told to. In direct contrast with Faye's own clothes, Matilda put on a pair of skimpy panties, followed by long silken pants and a shirt. She walked up to Faye and looked her up and down. "Stand up, Baby Dolly," she said, and Faye obeyed without a word. Matilda ducked down under the bed, and pulled out a pile of brown, fuzzy cloth. She pulled some out, and made a hoop like pants. "Feet in," she said, and Faye obeyed again. Matilda pulled them up, then pulled a shirt over her head. She followed this with another brown bonnet, and examined her work. Faye saw herself in the mirror. She would have groaned if she wasn't dead to the feeling. The costume she had been put in was of a giant teddy bear. It was light brown, with a large bare white center. thickly padded around the body and each limb, making it difficult to move. The "bonnet" was actually a hood with teddy bear ears, completing the look. "Hmmm..." Matilda said. She raised a finger into the air. "I know!" She bent under the bed again, this time coming up with a white clothe. "Legs wide!" she commanded, and Faye obeyed. Faye watched as Matilda then diapered the costume. This diaper seemed made almost as a joke, or specifically for such costumes- it was comically thick and wide to the point of being impractical. Faye stood with her legs sprayed and held apart by the diaper, arms pushed out to the side by the material of the costume. She stared at the humiliating costume in the mirror, past the point of caring. "So one diaper wasn't enough?" Faye asked. SHe then held her breath- realizing that might have been a mistake. Matilda, however, didn't seem to mind, and smiled. "You're still both my baby dolly and my teddy bear. Besides, the diaper underneath is so you don't have to get out of bed, the one on top is so my teddy bear looks like a cute baby." She tiled her head to the side, and the smile took on a deeper, unsettling feeling. "Also, you'd be best not to question your owner. There are far worse things to deal with then two diapers, you know." "Right... sorry," Faye said. Matilda shrugged. "And finally, as promised," Matilda said, and placed a pacifier in Faye's mouth. She looked up and down at her work, smiling and laughing. "Ohhh I love this so much! You are so cute, you're such a great Baby Dolly!" She reached over and pinched Faye's cheek, then stepped in for a deep hug around the waist. "You're going to be my Baby Dolly during the day, my Baby Teddy Bear at night, and we are going to have so much fun! Aren't we Baby Dolly?" "Yes. So much fun," Faye tried not to sound sarcastic. Matilda didn't seem to notice if she did. She kept hugging her, then looked up. "Ok! In bed! I want to pose my teddy bear for cuddling! Remember, no moving unless I say!" The grown woman climbed up beside her and hugged her as if she truly was a teddy bear. Faye did her best to remain perfectly still on her back. She ignored all itches, exhaustion, and the urge of her bladder which she knew was destined for her diaper anyway. She was terrified of the punishments that may come if she failed, and determined to play her role as well as she could to avoid that fate. ....

... Faye spend the next hour in a daze, dizzy, and head clouded, as Matilda prepared her for the 'walk." It was almost a shock when she found herself exactly as Matilda intended. Perfectly still, thumb in her mouth, knees slightly ajar to show off her diaper, and only a shirt, bonnet, and booties on the rest of her. Her other arm culched a teddy bear, itself wearing a dress and bonnet, in exactly the pose Matilda picked for her. She had been told to remain perfectly still, and didn't want to know the consequences of disobedience, no matter how humiliating the demand. Matilda's instructions were clear as clear as they were humiliating. She was to remain perfectly still as posed, or she'd have locking joints attached to her to keep her in place. She wasn't to speak unless spoken to, and then she was to speak in "babble fitting the type of Dolly she was." Matilda had promised to give her a list of phrases to memorize, and Faye realized she the insane woman meant to treat her as a doll with a pull string, with only a few lines to come out on command. Perhaps worst of all was the final instruction. "Oh, and I really want you to be like one of those Baby Dollies they give that are REALLY like babies, you know?" Faye shook her head, and Matilda rolled her eyes. "You know how when you feed them they actually use their diapers so you can change them? I want you to do that. I want you to use your diaper on our walk so I can try changing you. I only want you using your diapers when you are here, since you're my Baby Dolly. Unless I get bored and find a new role, like my Ballet Dolly." Matilda had made the humiliating, disgusting demand as if it was nothing. Faye had stared at her with her mouth wide open- her, a grown woman, being asked to use a diaper at all was insane, doing it in public was worse. However, the fear of the "new role" kept her from arguing, and she simply nodded. Which meant now, stomach grumbling, Faye realized she had to pick a time to deliberately shit her pants to keep Matilda happy. Other options went through her mind. She could try running, but Matilda never went anywhere without a team of guards, which meant neither did Faye. She could claim she didn't need to go, or forgot, but that would risk Matilda getting "bored" with her. Also, it wasn't like she could hold on all year, eventually she'd need to relieve herself. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by another couple walking by. Both looked at her and hid laughter behind their hands, and Faye blushed deep read. She kept still, and hoped the thumb in her mouth helped hide her face. "Cute new Dolly," the man said, and both giggled. "Thanks!" Matilda said, and kept pushing. So, the neighbors were used to Matilda's games. No help there. Another group was approaching, and she felt the stroller slow down. There were two women and one man, all seeming about Matilda's age, and all dressed in fashionable clothes that spoke of wealth. Shortly behind them was a team of guards, much like the ones that followed Matilda around. Faye swallowed, realizing they must be Matilda's friends. Her thoughts were confirmed as the first woman, and tall blond, leaned over her. "OH. MY. GOD. Is this your new Dolly?! SHE IS SO CUTE!" "I know!" Matilda beamed. "Don't you just love her? I'm going to have so much fun playing with her." The other woman, leaned in next to her. "Awww. Is she in a diaper?" "Yep!" Matilda replied. "She's my Baby Dolly! She's even going to use her diapers for me so I can change them!" "Oh my god, so lucky!" the first woman said. "Does she speak or make sounds?" "Yep! Baby Dolly, say something!" Faye paused, not sure what to do. "Goo goo gaa gaa?" she ventured, watching for reactions. She put her thumb back in her mouth. The woman squealed with delight. "Another!" "Uhhh... Baby Dolly wan diapie?" Faye tried, blushing at the sound of her own voice. Matilda's friend pointed at her. "She's... already wearing a diaper. That seems wrong, is it damaged?" "We have to work on that one," Matilda said. "She obviously needs some practice to the role. "It is still so cute," the other woman said. "I wish my dad would get me a dolly like that, but when I asked he said it was "cruel" or something." She rolled her eyes and blew a raspberry with her tongue, showing what she thought of father's ethics. She looked at the man beside her. "Hey, Tom." She punched him in the arm. "Why don't you get off your lazy ass and buy me a Dolly too?" "Ow!" the man said in a soft voice and rubbed his arm. "I don't even know where they come from! Is this even legal?" "I don't know, but all the other rich girls have one. Even Jenny is getting one, aren't you?" "Mhmmm, my dad said I could get one for Christmas if I behaved," she laughed. "Which means yes, because he always says I behave." Faye remained still. They all MUST know she was a human being. The sheer callousness they discussed this with was stomach turning, even when Faye wasn't the center of it. She dreaded to know what was going to happen to the "Dolly" whose owner referred to them as "it." "See? You want me to be the only one without one?" She glared at the man Faye assumed was her boyfriend, then turned back to Matilda. "Say, could I try playing with her at some point? Just to see what its like?" "Sure! Come by and we'll dress her up together, or you can borrow her. Just remember: She is a BABY Dolly, so she'll need her diapers." "Oh," the blond said. She leaned in close. "Does it actually USE its diapers?" "Yep! See, watch." Oh God no, Faye thought. Matilda continued. "Baby Dolly, mess your diaper. Now." Faye wanted to scream. She wanted to argue, call out the psychopathic women for what they were, fight them, do anything to get out. But she knew how that would go. A second later, the guards would have her down. Even if they beat them off, she was in a strange world, far from friends, facing opponents with armies of guards and all the resources they needed to track her down. Then, she'd either end up spending a year in whatever life Matilda picked for her as punishments, or end up dead. So, she fought all her instincts, sucked her thumb, and, with her face turning beat red, pushed with all her might into her diaper. Despite knowing what she was doing, it was still a shock to feel her diaper inflate around her. The three women all cheered and laughed at her performance. Faye did all she could to remain perfectly still as the smell began to bother her nose. ...

Over the years, I've gone through highs and lows about how I feel about the decision I made to train myself back to sleep-wetting. The low was definitely a few years ago, when my daughter graduated from diapers, and I... didn't. From a mental health point of view, I was not in a good space. Though I only trained myself as far as sleep wetting, not 24/7, I agree that the traveling aspect is the most challenging. It's not the wearing itself, it's the carrying, acquiring, and otherwise managing the logistics of making sure that I have supplies, particularly when I'm on a trip with many stops over a longer period. I can imagine how much more challenging it would be from someone 24/7 dependent. Related to that... I use cloth at home, and have found a system that never* leaks and is (relatively) comfortable for me. When traveling I use disposables, which leads to a much higher probability of leaks, particularly when I'm trying to use whatever products I can find in some random country. Plastic pants, underpads, and other 'stuff' to help mitigate leaks takes even more space in luggage, and makes everything that much more annoying. Lastly, it is annoying how wearing a diaper interferes with intimacy. When I've already put a diaper on for the evening, things are very unlikely to happen, and certainly once it's wet any opportunities vanish. Making time for each other requires more planning, so that I don't happen to have a diaper already on when we're in the mood, but I don't wait too long for her to come to bed and fall asleep unprotected... *knock on wood...

Well now, that's something only for my Daddy and I isn't it 😉

Hi all! Sorry for not posting any new chapters lately; the new semester started and I've been kind of swamped with that! I'll be doing my best to post a 2-4 chapters every week from here on out! Chapter Ten Ms. Akiyama’s sunglasses blocked out the brilliant reflection of the sun off the still remaining banks of snow as she walked up the concrete steps of a cute little three-story townhouse. Cute little handmade Halloween decorates hung in the windows, like pumpkins and ghosts cut out of construction paper and black and orange paper ring chains. Ms. Akiyama reached out one finger and jabbed the white plastic doorbell and heard a series of chimes call in response from inside. A gust of wind cut through Ms. Akiyama’s peacoat as she waited; the snow was melting, but it was still unseasonably cold for this time of year. “Well,” a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair, tanned pink skin, and big glasses wearing mom jeans and a slightly wrinkled white blouse exclaimed with a slight southern drawl as she opened the door, “if it isn’t Hana Akiyama. Darling, how are you doing? Please come in,” she pushed open the screen door and stepped aside for her visitor, “I was so pleasantly surprised to hear from you last night.” “Hi, Heather,” Ms. Akiyama gave a tight lipped but polite smile as she stepped past the other woman and into her home. Ms. Akiyama immediately checked the floor around herself and the door, noting no discarded shoes and a pair of off-white New Balances on Heather’s feet, cueing her to leave her own shoes on. She then surveyed the room she had stepped into; a large living room with a dark grey couch flanked by a matching dark wood set of end tables and coffee table facing a sleek black entertainment center with a large flat-screen TV currently playing cartoons. “Thank you so much for inviting me over today, I really appreciate the chance to pick your brain.” “Oh, no worries at all, darling; I’m so happy to help you! Come on,” Heather beckoned Ms. Akiyama further into the house, waving her in with pale pink acrylic nails, “we can talk in my office! May I get you something to drink?” Ms. Akiyama followed the other women deeper into the house, but as she rounded the couch, her eyes were fixated on the large, open space in the living room where a girl Rei’s age sat in a playpen. The playpen itself was made of interlocking, hard plastic squares and could be configured to various shapes and sizes. The walls stood a little more than three feet high: taller than one would need to keep a toddler-sized toddler from mantling the sides, which was good since the toddler sitting in the middle of it was taller than Ms. Akiyama (though, admittedly, she was not a very tall woman). Megan Eckridge didn’t seem to notice Ms. Akiyama at first. Her gaze was fixed on the TV and a line of drool fell from the corner of her mouth around the thumb firmly planted inside. She was wearing a cropped t-shirt and a bright pink diaper with bunnies on it. It was clearly wet. On the floor in front of the girl’s crossed legs was a coloring book and a box of colored pencils. “Hi, Megan,” Ms. Akiyama said tentatively, giving the girl a little wave. The girl turned her head towards her name and immediately withdrew her thumb, wiping it on her shirt and trying to pretend she wasn’t just sucking it. “Um, hi,” she responded, but there was no recognition behind those eyes. “Oh, silly me,” Heather came back to where Ms. Akiyama had stopped, “I didn’t even think you might want to say hello to little miss Megan over here. Megan,” she addressed the girl with a saccharine voice, “do you remember your friend Rei?” Megan smiled and nodded, understanding dawning on her face. “Yes, um,” she turned her head towards Ms. Akiyama, “hello, Ms. Akiyama.” Her diction was far better than everything else about her appearance (size aside) would suggest. “Hi, Megan,” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but find herself bending over the girl a little bit in mimicry of Heather’s stance, “how are you doing today?” Nor could she keep a certain cooing quality out of her voice. Somewhere in her brain, she knew this was a nineteen-year-old girl, just like Rei, and yet the illusion of toddlerhood was so convincing, she couldn’t help but respond to it. “I’m good,” her cheeks were turning a warm red, “just…watching TV and coloring.” “She’s being a good girl for mommy while mommy works, isn’t that right, munchkin?” Heather chimed in. “Mommy…” the girl whined embarrassedly, yet seemingly unembarrassed to be heard calling her mother ‘mommy,’ Then the girl’s eyes suddenly went wide, as if just remembering something, “is Rei here?” She leaned over, her diaper crinkling under her, to look behind Ms. Akiyama. “Not today, sweetheart,” Ms. Akiyama responded. “But,” Heather chimed in immediately, “maybe it won’t be too long before you two can have a playdate, right Hana?” Ms. Akiyama let out a little breathless laugh, “yes, maybe, would you like that, Megan?” Megan put her finger to her lip, pantomiming being deep in thought, and Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but notice how truly toddler-like Megan was in that moment. “Sometimes,” Megan said at last, “I miss Rei, it would be nice to see her.” “Well, then we will just have to make sure to arrange that for you two,” Heather reached down and grabbed the pacifier hanging from Megan’s shirt and popped it in the girl’s mouth. “Now, Ms. Akiyama and Mommy are going to go talk in her office, you be good and watch your show, okay? And no more thumb sucking, little lady, that’s what your paci is for.” Heather booped her daughter’s nose, eliciting a gleeful giggle in response, then straightened up and beckoned Ms. Akiyama deeper into the house. “Now, Hana,” Heather said as she led Ms. Akiyama into the dining room and pulled out a chair for her, “can I get your something to drink? Coffee? Iced tea?” She dropped her voice and held her hand to her mouth as if whispering a secret, “a glass of white wine? I won’t judge, darling!” Ms. Akiyama chuckled politely, “a coffee sounds lovely, Heather, thank you.” “Coming right up,” Heather walked into the kitchen, pulled out two mugs and began fiddling with a pod coffee machine as she spoke. “You know, I was a little surprised to hear from you last night. And don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t unwelcome, I was just…surprised, you know?” Ms. Akiyama did know. She had once been pretty good friends with Heather Eckridge. Their daughters had met in middle school and become inseparable for years after that. Heather might not have been the kind of person Ms. Akiyama would have become friends with under more natural circumstances, but their daughter’s friendship had put them in close proximity and the two had eventually grown fond of each other. And then everything changed, and their friendship changed with it. It wasn’t like they were strangers now, but they…well…aside from the run-in a few months ago at the store, the most the two had communicated since their daughters had graduated from high school was through liking each other’s social media posts. Which, for Ms. Akiyama, just added to the surrealness of this reunion; she felt like she knew every major life update Heather had gone through for the past couple of years, and vice versa, while also having drifted away from the woman they had happened to. “Yes, I’m…sorry I didn’t keep in better touch,” Ms. Akiyama replied, mostly because she felt like that’s what she should say. “No worries, sugar,” Heather said as she came back into the dining room and set two glass of iced tea down. “I understand life is just hectic these days; I mean, you see what I’ve had my hands full with,” she chuckled as she gestured back towards the living room. “Speaking of, you said this was about Rei? What’s going on with her?” Ms. Akiyama sighed, blowing the steam from her coffee cup as she did, “I’m not sure I even know, Heather,” she replied, “and that’s kind of the problem.” Heather made an sympathetic sound in her throat and sipped on her coffee. “I’ll be honest, Hana; I always thought you were against…well, the kind of treatment Megan gets,” Heather said bluntly but neither accusatorially nor defensively. “To be honest, I thought it was part of the reason we drifted apart.” “I was never against it,” Ms. Akiyama replied, “and it certainly wasn’t the reason we drifted apart.” Of course, neither statement was entirely true; though, in fairness, neither was entirely false, either. “I guess I just…never understood it,” she said, a little more honestly, “but, lately…well…” she shrugged and took a sip of her coffee. “Why don’t you tell me the whole story, darling? Right from the beginning.” So, Ms. Akiyama did. “I’m just worried about her,” Ms. Akiyama said some few minutes later as she was coming to the conclusion of her tale, “worried she’s going to start hanging out with the wrong crowds and get herself in trouble, not to mention fill her head with ideas that will only lead to being unhappy and frustrated. I know Rei’s independence is important to her, and I’ve tried to be respectful of that, but if these are the kinds of decisions she is making with that independence, maybe…maybe she’s not mature enough to handle it, after all. “I understand exactly what you mean, darling,” Heather reached out and placed a sympathetic hand on Ms. Akiyama’s, “that’s why we never let Megan go off to college. Her and Rei are so alike, I just know Megan would have ended up taking those kinds of classes, probably gotten herself involved with that Rebel group—” “And that’s exactly what I’m worried about,” Ms. Akiyama interjected. “It’s bad enough that Rei is even taking these kinds of classes, but going behind my back and lying about it is so unlike her that I’m worried what else she might be capable of doing. It makes me worried she’s already gotten her head full of ideas that are going to get her hurt or worse.” Heather nodded along sympathetically as Ms. Akiyama spoke. “It would certainly be a tragedy to see poor Rei go down that path.” “So,” Ms. Akiyama continued, “I started thinking last night, and it just…kind of clicked. You know, like I said, I never was really against this kind of…behavioral therapy,” Ms. Akiyama used what she believed was the politically correct term for it, “I just…didn’t understand. But…” Ms. Akiyama went on to explain her thought process, finishing with a timid, “does that make sense?” “It makes perfect sense, darling, and that’s exactly why we decided this was best for Megan.” “Do you ever…regret it?” “Goodness, no! Megan and I are closer than ever, and I know she’s happy and staying out of trouble.” “Is she though? Happy, that is.” Heather smiled, “come on,” she stood up from the table and headed back into the living room. Ms. Akiyama pushed her chair away from the table and followed Heather, finding her kneeling down next to the playpen, where Megan’s focus had shifted from the TV to her coloring book. “Honey?” Heather said gently, getting Megan’s attention. “Hi, Mommy,” the girl mumbled around her pacifier. “Sweetheart,” Heather reached out and gently pulled the pacifier from her daughter’s mouth, “how do you feel about being a little girl again for Mommy and Daddy?” Megan’s smile positively beamed, “I love it, Mommy.” “Do you ever,” Ms. Akiyama chimed in as she settled on the floor next to Heather, “miss being a big girl?” Megan scrunched up her face in thought, “well, I used to, but I really don’t anymore. Besides, Mommy says I’ll be a big girl again. When I’m ready.” She added the last bit as an afterthought. “Of course,” Heather added, “that’s still quite a few years away, huh little one?” Megan just giggled and nodded. But, Ms. Akiyama wanted to ask, are you really happy? But what did that question even mean; how could Megan possibly answer it? And why was Ms. Akiyama so bent on not taking Megan’s response at face value? Especially when every piece of evidence seemed to verify the truth of it. “Thank you, Megan,” Ms. Akiyama said as she pushed herself up off the floor, “I’ll let you get back to playing.” “Um, Ms. Akiyama?” Megan asked as the two mothers began moving back to the dining room. “Yes?” “Is Rei going to…are you…is Rei going to be a little girl again too?” “I don’t know, sweetheart, why do you ask?” Megan looked down at her hands, which fiddled with her pacifier. “I miss Rei. I didn’t want to stop being friends with her, but I thought she wouldn’t want to be friends with me after…you know…” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but feel her heart breaking from the young girl. “Don’t worry, Megan,” she replied, “even if Rei doesn’t become a little girl again, I’ll see what I can do about you two being friends still, okay?” Megan smiled that beaming smile again and thanked Ms. Akiyama before popping her pacifier back in and returning to her coloring. “See?” Heather said as the two women sat back down in front of their coffees. “I wouldn’t have guessed she’d be this happy when we started, but…well, here we are.” Ms. Akiyama sighed, “I can’t deny that, I just worry Rei won’t…share those kinds of feelings.” “Listen,” Heather replied, leaning forward to convey her seriousness, “almost every mom I talk to says the same: before long, every girl accepts her place and is happier for it. I’m not going to tell you it will be easy; if you are really thinking about this…well, I mean, you tell me, are you really thinking about doing this?” Ms. Akiyama looked away from Heather, staring at the wall that hid Megan from sight. “I am,” she said after a long moment, surprising even herself. “I mean, maybe not taking it as far as you have with Megan, but…” “Well, that’s another thing,” Heather said, “early on, a little bit goes a long way, but if Rei is taking those kinds of classes at college and going behind your back, I think you need to think about how far you want to go, and then be prepared to go further, if necessary.” Ms. Akiyama considered this, “well, how far do you think would be far enough?” Heather shrugged, “it’s different for every girl and every family, you have to figure out what’s best for you. Look, darling, I’m happy to help you with this if you need it, and you certainly look like you need some help, but the best thing I can suggest is to get some professional help.” “Professional help?” “Yeah! We went to Brighter Days School and Behavioral Therapy for Girls; they were fantastic. Richard and I couldn’t have done this without them.” “Oh, no,” Ms. Akiyama quickly brushed aside the suggestion, “I don’t think Rei would respond well to being sent off to a school like that.” “That’s the thing, you don’t have to send her there.” “What do you mean?” “When Richard and I first decided to handle Megan with this kind of behavioral therapy, we went to them for a consultation. We told them what kind of girl Megan was and what our goals were for her, and they gave us just so many tools and resources we could use. Megan had no idea, and we couldn’t have gotten the results we did without them.” “Huh,” Ms. Akiyama took this in as she sipped at her coffee. That, she had to admit, sounded like exactly what she needed. “If you want,” Heather offered, “I have a referral code I can give you; should get you a discount on the initial consultation.” “I guess…it can’t hurt, right?” Chapter Eleven “Reports coming in early this morning that late last night Greenham Police Department made two arrests in conjunction with the October 4th bombing of the Greenham City Hall. The suspects, seen here, are twenty-year-old Melanie Wright and twenty-one-year-old Josie Stone. Both women are assumed to be members of the domestic terrorist group Rebel and are confirmed to both be students at Greenham Community College. Given national intelligence telling us that most splinter groups of The Vantez Collective form around colleges, speculation is rampant that our own Greenham Community College could be the recruiting ground for these homegrown terrorists.” Ms. Akiyama had been watching the news cycle surrounding these arrests all morning, feeling a sense of dread that built every time the news anchor mentioned the connection to Greenham Community College. And everyone knew that these kinds of gender studies classes that Ms. Akiyama had pulled Rei from spoon-fed them all sorts of radical nonsense. Exactly the kind of nonsense that led to your signing up to be a terrorist. Why did they even allow those classes to be taught anymore? Ms. Akiyama took a breath. That was neither here nor now. She’d made the right choice to pull Rei from that class; but maybe that wasn’t quite enough for a girl like Rei. Especially if they already had their hooks in Rei. But, of course, Ms. Akiyama was jumping to conclusions. Right? Rei was headstrong and at times stubborn, but she was a good kid, she knew better than to get herself wrapped up in this kind of business, right? Ms. Akiyama wanted to say that was so, but a knot of anxiety in her chest said otherwise. “Wait, what’s going on?” Rei’s voice from behind her shocked her from her internal monologue. “Oh, um, they arrested two girls for the bombing of City Hall.” “They did?” Rei’s hair was still a mess and her pajamas crumpled on her small frame. “Who? Did they say their names?” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that. “Why? Worried you know them?” “Well,” Rei shrugged, “there aren’t a lot of girls at my school, mom…” Ms. Akiyama frowned at that; Rei had a point. She picked up the TV remote and rewound until she saw the two girl’s pictures pop up on screen. “year-old Melanie Wright,” the voice on the TV narrated, “and twenty-one-year-old Josie Stone.” “So?” “Uh, yeah,” Rei replied, too shocked to even consider whether she should have lied. “I didn’t really know them, though. I had a class with Melanie and um…just saw Josie around.” The instinct to lie kicked before she could blurt out where she really knew Josie from. “What class?” “Um, you know, the…gender…class…” “Oh.” Ms. Akiyama felt that knot of anxiety in her chest tighten. Rei had known these girls. They could have tried to recruit her! These girls could have gotten Rei involved in this whole mess. They hadn’t, had they? She studied her daughter’s face as she stared at the news coverage of the arrests. It wasn’t possible Rei had been involved, was it? She’d come home late that night, Ms. Akiyama remembered that, but she had been with her professor. Her…gender studies…professor… But, no, that was ridiculous. Those professors might fill these girls’ heads with all sorts of nonsense, but certainly they’d never go so far as to encourage much less participate in these sorts of acts. No, Ms. Akiyama was jumping the gun there, surely. But Rei had known them. These were the kinds of girls Ms. Akiyama was letting Rei be around if she kept letting her go to college. If she didn’t do something to make Rei understand that Ms. Akiyama knew best. If she didn’t help Rei learn a new way to be happy in this world. For her part, Rei was glued to the TV, as oblivious to her mother’s stare as she was to her internal dialogue. Was she safe? Were they going to arrest her next? Were they going to arrest Riley next? The truth was, Rei had hardly been involved. She had been in a car with three other girls three blocks away in case something went wrong. She was on the B team. Surely they couldn’t have any evidence against her, right? But what if Melanie or Josie turned on the rest of them? Some kind of plea bargain? They had all promised not to name names or cooperate in any way in the event that this happened, but what would they stick to their word if it meant getting themselves out of trouble? Rei just had to trust that they wouldn’t.

Not by accident! XD When I was talking to some friends about my initial ideas for the story, I pitched it as "the handmaid's tale but ABDL" No firm release schedule! I'm going to try to post at least two to four chapters a week, but especially with the new semester starting soon, I can't guarantee anything! To be honest, I usually write in first person, so this whole narrative, and especially the prologue, is kind of experimental for me. BUT! Fascination and confusion was what I was going for in the prologue, so it sounds like I nailed it! XD Thanks everyone who commented, I really appreciate hearing your thoughts, and I really hope you continue to share them! And now, I give you the next three chapters of You Know What They Do to Girls Like Us in Brighter Days? Chapter Three The Greenham Post Friday, October 6th Radical Leftist Terrorist Group Rebel Responsible for Attack on Greenham City Hall Late Thursday evening, during a joint press conference held by the Greenham Police Department and Homeland Security, Police Chief Geoff Holden announced that Rebel, a radical leftist feminist terrorist organization, has taken responsibility for the bombing of the Greenham City Hall on Wednesday, October 6th. Though many already speculated the involvement of this terrorist group, this officially confirms those theories. Law enforcement did not share any statement made by the group, if there was one, but did confirm that the attack was politically motivated by recent social policy legislation regarding the rights of women under twenty-eight. This is not the first such attack committed by Rebel. Early this past August, they claimed responsibility for a series of robberies against pharmacies in and around the nation’s capital, during which they focused on stealing products such as muscle relaxants, benzodiazepines, others sedatives, and newly FDA approved therapy drug diuranuretine. They have also left their signature at the site of countless acts of vandalism, theft, and property damage. Clearly, however, this newest attack marks a stark escalation of their tactics. Rebel is believed to be one of the newest splinter groups of The Vantez Collective, a seemingly national organization whose stated purpose is “radical Marxist action through feminist solidarity.” These splinter groups, which are widely believed to be originating out of institutes of higher education and likely led by students who have been radicalized by leftist propaganda in the classroom, have been appearing around the country at an increasing rate over the past 18 months. At this time, it is believed that there are likely over two dozen chapters of The Vantez Collection who, collectively, have been connected to 67 acts of terrorism across the country over the past year. However, despite its rising membership, there have only been four arrests of known members for crimes in conjunction with the group’s terrorist acts. An inside source suggests that this trend is unlikely to change, despite Police Chief Geoff Holden’s insistence at the press conference that they were “aggressively following several leads [he] believes will lead to multiple arrests and convictions.” Our anonymous insider tells a different story, however, claiming that, at this time, all leads have gone cold. … CON’T PG 18. Chapter Four The two walked on eggshells around each other for the rest of the day. They were snowed in, and the house wasn’t particularly large; try as they might, they couldn’t quite escape each other. Their snow day extended into Friday, and with new snowfall early Saturday morning, the roads remained impassable until late on Sunday. Tensions mounted, but thankfully never broke. By Monday, Rei couldn’t wait to leave for school. Rei had school every day, Monday from Friday. Unlike many college students who tried to cram their classes into the same days to reduce the number of days they had classes, Rei liked to spread hers out. Her mom allowed her to take four classes. So, she had one class that met on Mondays and Wednesdays in the mornings and a second that afternoon, and her third and fourth mirrored that on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but her second class also had a lab period that met on Friday. This way, Rei could arrive on campus early in the morning, and spend the whole day there and away from her house. To add to Rei’s excitement to get to school that morning, her Monday morning class was her favorite: Introduction to Gender Politics and Feminist Theory with Professor Natalie Lewis. So, Rei was slightly surprised that Monday morning to find that her mind kept wondering. Try as hard as she could, she couldn’t pay attention to a word Professor Lewis was saying. Her mom wanted her to trade college for an extended high school program, where she’d learn to be a housewife and stay at home mom. Rei’s soul retched at the thought. Rei’s mother had never exactly been progressive, but Rei still couldn’t believe she seemed to be buying into this Hayes Act bullshit. But Rei knew she was lucky. Rei knew things could be so much worse. Last year, before The Hayes Act, Rei had gotten used to her classes being pretty evenly split in regard to gender, but now Rei sat in the back right corner in a group of the only six girls amongst nearly twenty boys. In front of her was Jennifer Duffy; from behind, Rei could easily see the crinkled waistband of her diaper sticking out above her skirt. To Jennifer’s left was Melanie Wright; Rei could see a spare pull-up sticking out of her purse. Behind Melanie, directly to Rei’s left, was Becca Thompson, who crinkled every time she shifted in her seat—of course, she had already been in pull-ups when Rei took a class with her last year, so that was hardly surprising. Rei knew things could be so much worse. “Rei?” Hearing her voice shook her out of her thoughts and she suddenly realized everyone around her was getting up. She must have missed Professor Lewis dismissing the class. “Rei?” The voice repeated, “May I see you?” It was Professor Lewis. Rei nodded in response and slowly began to collect her things, waiting for everyone to filter out. When the last person left, Professor Lewis closed the door behind them and walked over to Rei, saying nothing until she was sitting in the desk Melanie Wright had only recently vacated. “Everything okay at home?” She said at last. Rei nodded, “I mean, I guess, why?” “I checked my email this morning to find an email from your mom asking me to confirm you were with me Wednesday night.” “She doesn’t suspect anything,” Rei responded after a beat. “You sure?” “Yeah, she’s just…worried college is putting crazy ideas in my head,” Rei snickered. “Wouldn’t that be terrible,” Professor Lewis replied wryly. “Well, I’ll confirm the story, of course.” “Anything else?” Rei asked, sensing that there was, well, something else. Professor Lewis sighed, “she asked me how much I teach about politics in my class.” “Fuck.” “I take it you don’t tell your mom much about this class?” Rei grimaced, “She thinks it’s an English class.” “Ouch,” Professor Lewis flinched. “What did you tell her?” “I haven’t replied yet, but…legally, you’re a child, I can’t keep my lesson plans away from your mother if she asks for them.” “I know.” “I’ll try to downplay it and hope she doesn’t press it, okay? I just wanted you to have the heads up.” “Thanks, Professor.” “Yeah,” she sighed and frowned. “How bad is this going to be for you?” “I don’t know,” Rei replied. She genuinely didn’t know. She had been a little surprised by how complacent her mother had been about The Hayes Act. She knew her mother didn’t think going to college was a good choice, but she never would have imagined that her mother would try to push her into an extended high school program. But, then again, she never imagined there would be extended high school programs until there were. The room was filled with silence for a few moments before it was finally broken by a middle-aged man barging through the door. “Oh!” He exclaimed as he saw the pair, “Natalie, I’m sorry, are you still using the room? I have class in here shortly.” “Oh, yes, sorry, Professor Winston, we were just wrapping up, please go ahead.” The two professors exchanged a few more pleasantries as Professor Lewis packed away her class materials into her purse and passed off the desk to Professor Winston. Rei waited for her and walked with her out the door when she did. “I’ll do the best I can,” Professor Lewis said once they were in the hall, “but…” “I understand,” Rei replied. “Have a good day, Professor Lewis, and thank you for the heads up.” Chapter Five It was early afternoon, and the campus cafeteria was a bustle of activity. But Rei was oblivious to it all, sitting alone in one of the booths with her forehead against the floor to ceiling windows that took up the whole wall on one side of the cafeteria. She stared out at what was usually an outdoor seating area for students to enjoy their lunch in the open air but was now just a lumpy expanse of brilliant white. She anticipated a text from her mother at any moment, perhaps demanding that Rei come home at once for immediate transferal to an extended high school program, perhaps worse. But it hadn’t come yet. “Hey.” School, and specifically college, was the only thing that made Rei feel like an adult anymore, and it was a feeling she was clinging to desperately. She knew a few years ago when the first state enacted their own version of The Hayes Act that things were getting bad, but she never imagined she’d see that kind of legislation passed on a federal level. She never imagined she’d have her adulthood and maybe her entire future ripped away from her so officiously. “Uhm, hello?” When Rei was a kid, people still told young girls they could be anything they wanted when they grew up. Now, Rei’s options were dwindling even as she sat there. “Hey, excuse me?” Rei practically jumped out of her skin at the voice that suddenly cut through her thoughts and jarred her back to reality. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you, but you seemed kind of lost in thought there.” Rei looked up at the girl talking to her. She wore black Doc Martens, black skinny jeans, and a ribbed black tank top under a too large flannel shirt. Sharp black eyeliner and matching lipstick made a strong contrast to her pale skin. Blue hair spilled out in curls from under a black beanie. The girl had a book tucked under one arm and was holding a lunch tray in her opposite hand. “Mind if I…?” The girl gestured to the bench across the booth from Rei. “Uhm, yeah, sure, sorry,” Rei stumbled over her words as she tried to clear the wreckage of her crashed train of thought. “You’re Rei, right?” The girl said as she sat down. “Yeah, um, how…?” Wait, suddenly the girl’s face clicked in Rei’s memory. She remembered seeing her in all the meetings leading up to Wednesday night. No, that wasn’t right, she had been leading those meetings. The girl smiled knowingly and nodded her head, recognizing the look of revelation on Rei’s face. “Yeah, mutual friends, you know?” Rei nodded; she did know. “Sorry if I scared you,” the girl repeated as she settled into her seat. “I just saw you over here by yourself and…well, there aren’t exactly a lot of empty seats,” she gestured towards the crowded cafeteria around them. “Hope you don’t mind.” “No,” Rei smiled weakly and shook her head. She was digging desperately through her memory to find this girl’s name, “I don’t mind at all.” “Everything okay?” The girl popped a french fry into her mouth. “You seemed pretty deep in thought when I came up.” “Yeah, I’m okay, just…a lot on my mind, you know?” It seemed rude to have to ask her name when she clearly knew Rei’s. “Yeah? You doing okay after…last week?” Rei noticed the girl’s fingernails were painted black as well as she watched the girl fumble to open a packet of BBQ sauce. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know, it’s okay I guess.” The girl squirted out a puddle of BBQ sauce, dipped another fry in it, and crunched down on it. “Sounds less than ideal, if you ask me. Wanna talk about it?” Rei fidgeted in her seat. She knew she could trust this girl—she knew she could trust any girl that had been involved with Wednesday night—but it felt weird to unburden herself on someone who was still, for all intents and purposes, a stranger. She didn’t even know her name, for god’s sake. So, instead, she just shook her head and said nothing. “Are you a freshman?” The girl asked after a few moments of awkward silence. “Sophomore,” Rei corrected, “you?” The blue-haired girl shrugged, “I don’t know anymore, I just keep taking classes, but this is my fourth year here.” “You don’t want to transfer to a four-year university?” The girl chuckled, “yeah, I mean, that would be ideal, but in this economy?” Both girls laughed at that, but there was an undercurrent of nervousness in both of their laughs. “Seriously though, I feel like I can do more good staying here, you know? Helping freshmen and sophomores…get involved, you know?” “Have you been…involved for long?” “Founding member,” her black lips stretched out in a proud smile. “Of course, we didn’t know how far things would go when we started, but…well, a lot has changed since I was a freshmen.” “No kidding.” Neither girl knew quite where to take the conversation from there, so an awkward silence slowly began to form. Rei turned her attention to the crowd filling the cafeteria. Just like her classroom demographic, what was pretty evenly split last year was now dominated by boys. Perhaps more importantly, there was very little inter-mingling. The boys in this school were all over eighteen, legal adults, whereas most of the girls were under twenty-eight, legal children. They occupied different worlds. As Rei watched, Jennifer Duffy walked by the table Rei was sharing with the blue-haired girl. Rei wouldn’t exactly call Jennifer a friend, but they had done a group project together, so they weren’t exactly strangers either. Jennifer smiled behind her pacifier when she saw Rei and gave her a small wave before crinkling past them, her diaper sagging below the hemline of her pleated skirt. “Ugh,” the blue-haired girl said when Jennifer was out of ear shot, “kill me if I ever become like that, okay?” “I don’t know,” Rei shrugged, “she seems happy. Isn’t that what feminism is supposed to be about? Giving people the freedom to pursue the life that makes them happy?” “Yeah, of course, but do you think she would have chosen that if she hadn’t been coerced by her parents and the media and all the other brainwashing, metaphorical and literal, out there? She’s happy because she doesn’t know better; she’s assimilated into the hegemonic order.” Rei chewed on that for a moment. “Mom always tells me she just wants me to be happy,” Rei said, surprising herself with her sudden openness, “but she doesn’t seem to like…I don’t know, she says she wants me to happy, and I say school makes me happy, and she says, like, ‘no, not that way,’ ya know?” The girl nodded sympathetically throughout Rei’s mini tirade. “Like she wants you to be happy but thinks she knows what will make you happy better than you do?” “Yes, exactly!” “I’ve talked to a lot of girls in that situation,” the girl said, dragging a fry through her BBQ puddle absently. “I think their mothers genuinely mean well most of the time. I think a lot of them are just afraid for us and, frankly, afraid to stand up for us. So, we have to stand up for ourselves and each other, and that’s what we are doing.” Rei nodded, there was some sense to that. There was a lot of sense to that. “What about your parents?” Rei asked. “Well, my father is a misogynistic piece of shit,” she replied with no small amount of disdain in her voice. “My mother left him a few years ago when all this started to happen and he made it clear he thought this whole movement was the best for everyone. If he had his way, I’d probably be sitting in one of those pre-schools for young adult girls right now, but, thankfully, Mom ditched his ass.” “So, your mom doesn’t buy into any of this?” “Nu uh,” the girl shook her head, “she’s pretty progressive; signed the emancipation paperwork and everything.” “Oh, you’re emancipated?” Rei felt a pang of jealousy. Emancipation didn’t protect girls their age entirely from the new laws; it could be revoked by the state for various infractions and by your parents at any time for any reason. But it meant not needing parental permission to attend college; it meant getting some of your adult privileges back. “Yeah, thankfully.” The girl wiped her fingers on a paper napkin and laid it gently over the remains of her lunch. “What about your parents? You said your mom isn’t happy about you being in college, but you’re here, so they can’t be that bad, right?” “For now,” Rei responded sourly. “What do you mean?” “I mean I barely got my mom to agree to let me keep attending college after they passed The Hayes Act. Now, she wants me to think about going to one of those extended high school programs.” The girl scoffed, “housewife classes.” “Yes, exactly!” “What about your dad?” “Oh, he, uh, passed away.” “Oh,” the girl seemed taken aback, “I’m sorry to hear that.” “It’s okay; it happened when I was a kid. Cancer.” “That sucks; I’m sorry.” “Thanks, but it really is okay. I don’t know what he would have thought of all this, to be honest; maybe I’m lucky he’s not around.” It was not the first time Rei had considered what her father’s stance would have been on the events that had transpired since his death, but she was ten years old when he passed, she didn’t exactly know his political views. “Well,” the girl replied after a beat, “at least your mom sounds pretty reasonable. I mean, housewife classes would suck for sure, but it could be worse.” Rei thought back to Jennifer Duffy. “Yeah, I don’t think my mom would ever go that far, thankfully.” “Well, look,” the girl said as she picked up her phone and checked the time, “I’ve gotta run to my next class, but it was really fun talking to you, Rei.” “Yeah, you too, thanks for the company,” and Rei meant it. Her discussion with this girl hadn’t fixed anything, but it had distracted her from her impending doom and inexplicably made her feel better. “We should do this again,” the girl said as she gathered up her stuff, “or…maybe you might want to text me?” It was the first time the girl had sounded anything less than 100% confident. “Yeah? I, uh, think I’d like that,” Rei replied. “Awesome,” the girl smiled and pulled out a binder and a purple pen from her bag, scribbled something on the corner of a piece of paper, tore it off, and passed it across the table to Rei. “Don’t be shy, okay?” And then she was rushing off. Rei smiled as she watched the girl go, then looked down at this piece of paper. The girl’s ten-digit phone number was written out in impeccable handwriting. Underneath that was one word written in flowing cursive script: Riley.

Events in this story may take their time, but just watch out for the second day. For now, the suspicious need to feel comfortable. Like a fly in a Venus Fly Trap, waiting for the right moment to strike is critical. I mean, who would trust a complete stranger at a convention? A caring and kindly figure that just wants to help though... that's something different. Hope everyone enjoys the next chapter! Chapter 5: Shake Your Tail Feathers As predicted, the group confirmed there were less rooms to trick or treat to this year, but having no previous comparison, I couldn’t help but grin at the load of candy I had collected, including some choice full-sized candy bars. One self-proclaimed daddy, dressed as a sailor captain, had even given me an extra piece of candy for the costume I was wearing, as apparently, they were one of the teams he supported back home. It was a small gesture, but it made me feel vastly more confident in the costume I had chosen. Princess Ditzy ‘hmphed’ about the incident but the rest of the group, now sitting around me at one of the round tables, had only smiled gratefully. Their friendliness and openness to someone new was very pleasant to witness and be on the receiving end of. Each of us had dumped our loads of candy on the table and began sorting them in our own ways. Derek simply separated them into piles he liked or didn’t like, Princess Ditzy sorted them by color, I wasn’t entirely sure of Ian’s or Luna’s system, and I sorted them by items I could trade, maybe trade, or absolutely not trade. Remembering Miss Samantha’s advice, I asked Princess Ditzy first, now wide-eyed over a package of Sour Patch Kids. “Princess Ditzy? Would you be willing to trade with me?” She looked at me with wide eyes from her rainbow array or assorted candies, but then narrowed her eyes slightly. “What are you willing to depart with?” I was happy she was willing to trade, but her look screamed purely of someone dedicated to making a deal that would likely favor her alone. “I gave up Reese’s for Lent, so I can part with them or anything in this pile,” I said pointing to the smaller pile I had moved to my right of items I was willing to trade. ‘First, offer my trash, and then move to the items I could trade if Princess Ditzy came to play hard ball today.’ “Anything interesting you see?” One of her still stern eyes twitched. She was keeping up the façade of a hard bargainer, but after all, she was still Princess Ditzy tonight, and she was being offered at least five different types of candy now. “Ummm,” she bit her lip, “I think so… what about mine?” I peered over at her piles separated by color. It was a little harder to tell, but I spotted a few I could take instead. “There’s a couple I see… how about this?” Our negotiations gratefully only lasted a few minutes. Princess Ditzy was still playing as the tough negotiator as well as she could while keeping her calm, but on one occasion had raised her voice in frustration. Miss Chelsea immediately snapped into action, “Young lady! We do not shout at the table. Say you’re sorry.” “Sorry...” Her lower lip trembled, and her hardened stance faltered and seemed likely to break if pushed further. If this was any other place, I might have pressed the advantage, but I didn’t want to make a princess cry today. “That’s okay, Princess Ditzy. It’s a fair deal,” I conceded. “I don’t need some of the candy anyway. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it plenty more than me.” Her lower lip stopped trembling and her emotions quickly swung back within a moment to giddiness. “Thank you, Percy!” I nodded and we exchanged our candy. After a few more trades to completely disperse my unwanted candy, I now had less than most of the group. I would have been more disheartened like the 8-year-old me had been one Halloween, but current me just looked at the bigger picture and searched for the silver lining. I looked at my pile and a few of the others in wonder. My adult sensibilities may have still been active, but my tastebuds were very much not caring what age they were. They just wanted the taste of candy as soon as humanly possible. My fingers trembled with delight as they reached out and graced the tip of the plastic candy wrappers. Piles of Snickers, M&Ms, Kit-Kats, and several others were waiting to be eagerly devoured. I grabbed the nearest bit of the small snickers. It shined under the hotel lobby’s lights above and called out to me. Within moments, I had unwrapped the piece and plopped it in my mouth in quick succession and it was good, too good. I had to have another, so I did. And another. And another. And Another! And… “Percy!” I looked up with the partially eaten Milky Way mini bar still in my mouth. “I think you’ve had enough,” Miss Samantha called out to me. She bore a stern and disapproving look and I gulped the remnants of whatever remained in my mouth down my throat. We stared back at each other for a moment and my knee quivered in fear. The rest of the group stopped their own munching and stared at us. “Now, I know big you could probably eat a bunch more candy, but as someone who is looking out for you tonight, I think you’ve had enough.” “But I am big!” ‘Ooh. Wrong move.’ Miss Samantha straightened up and glared for a moment at me. “I don’t think so, Percy. Everyone here isn’t and you’re no exception. Put your vanilla clothes back on now and have all the candy you want. You’ll do it on your own, but it will be what you want. Deal?” She was giving me an out but I knew my fun tonight would end in a second, and I couldn’t have that. I bowed my head in resignation then shook it back and forth. “No…” “That’s what I thought. Now, put the rest of your candy away.” ‘Wait. Even Miss Samantha had conceded to negotiation being a good strategy for tonight. Could I push a bit?’ I looked up at her slowly. “But… but one more piece? Just tonight?” I didn’t realize how little that sounded out loud, but I knew the question was already out there, so I had no choice but to lean into a bit. ‘Probably something to do with already submitting to her not five seconds ago.’ Subtly, I pouted my lips and widened my eyes toward her. Nothing massive, but enough to maybe make her think twice. “Oh…” her resolve seemed to teeter to my delight, “I don’t know. What do you think, Chelse? Wide eyes and pleading is a weakness of mine.” I took the moment to share the same look with Miss Chelsea now. My fate lay in her hands. “Hmmm…” Miss Chelsea then scanned the others. I had completely forgotten about them in my small candy craze and submission to Miss Samantha after, but from the corner of my eye, I could see each were mimicking me in some way. ‘Apparently, I’m not the only one who wants to have just one more piece. Good.’ In a group like this under these circumstances, what went for one of us, likely went for the rest. Pre-school rules and all that. “Ugh. Very well. One more piece.” She paused. “But that’s it and then they all get put away downstairs. Sound good, Sam?” Miss Samantha nodded. “Good. Now, agreed everyone?” We all nodded our heads, but I noticed that both Miss Samantha’s and Miss Chelsea’s faces were fixed to me. ‘I guess I started this whole thing, so my approval was the one needed the most. Also, I little tingle in the back of my mind noted that the punishment would solely been on me if any of the group had say no either.’ “Excellent,” Miss Samantha spoke back up. “One more piece and then off we go.” I gave her another, more private nod and she flashed me a smile in acknowledgement. I immediately grabbed a pack of M&Ms. ‘Ha! One package but multiple pieces!’ As I wolfed down the ten or so M&Ms, I saw Miss Samantha give me an unimpressed and ‘I know what you did’ type of look, but I was just content with my final few bits of candy for now. After the rest of the group had selected and eaten their negotiated single piece of candy, Miss Samantha and Miss Chelsea helped gather up our trash, throw it away, and then place the rest of our candies back into our respective bags. Once done, they took their original positions in front of and behind us, and then took off for the bottom floor. Another round of waiting at the bag check, a quick change for Ian and Princess Ditzy, and our group headed back upstairs. “I was thinking,” Miss Chelsea started saying once back in the lobby, “there is a perfectly wonderful dance party happening now. We missed the carnival tonight, but I’m sure we could all use some dancing after today. How’s that sound?” The personalities of the group became immediately obvious when faced with Miss Chelsea’s question. Ian wanted to meet back up and play some cards downstairs with his other friends in the middle’s room, Luna only let out a great yawn and motioned toward the elevators, Derek merely shrugged his shoulders, and finally, Princess Ditzy could only bounce around and enthusiastically nod her head. After observing them all, I noticed Miss Samantha was now looking at me and waiting for an answer. I could only shift nervously in place. “I think I may need to talk to this one for a moment,” Miss Samantha spoke up. “How about we all say goodnight to those leaving now and then see the rest of you out on the dance floor in a moment?” The group nodded their heads in agreement, though I think I saw Princess Ditzy let a noise of impatience over the delay of getting to go dancing. Regardless, we all said our goodbyes to Luna and Ian who departed away, one for their room and the other to go play cards. Once out of sight, Miss Chelsea gave a small nod to Miss Samantha and took Derek and Princess Ditzy into the ballroom nearby, ushering out a loud near-concussive blast of music as they opened the double doors to the grand ballroom. Now alone with Miss Samantha, she smiled warmly at me. “I saw you squirming at the notion of dancing, but I don’t think I’ve seen you yawn once since I’ve met you today, so I’m guessing you’re not tired. What’s up, honey?” I shifted awkwardly in place, remembering the promise I had made earlier today. Still, the truth was usually the best policy, and I definitely didn’t want to lie anyway to Miss Samantha. “I… I got nervous.” “Why’s that?” Miss Samantha kept looking at me while she guided me gently to one of the round tables and had me sit down to explain. “I’m not a good dancer. I…” “Remember what we talked about?” Miss Samantha then placed her hand on my now-bouncing knee. I couldn’t help it, especially now that we both knew I was in danger of crossing the promise for the second time tonight that I had made to her earlier in the day. “I do. I really, really do,” I pleaded in an attempt for mercy. “I’m sorry, Miss Samantha. I just… I can’t help but feel this way.” I could feel my heart pounding and my palms start to sweat. “I… I can wear all the little clothing here, but dancing… I don’t want to look bad out there.” Her gray eyes looked me over and she gave a sympathetic smile. “Guess what?” I leaned in closer. “Most people out there are terrible dancers themselves. The trick is to have fun though. Remember, no videos or photos here, so no permanent evidence. Besides,” she straightened herself up and strengthened her voice to give off a more intimidating presence, “you’ve got me to watch out for you.” She smiled at me, and I smiled back over the little joke and her kind gesture. “Now that I’ve gotten you to smile a bit, I can see you’re still a bit nervous though, so how about I go and get us some drinks?” I nodded. “Just wait right here and I’ll be back faster than you can ‘applesauce.’” She patted my shoulder to give me some assurance and then went off to get the drinks. I sat there by myself for a moment and reflected on the day. It wasn’t necessarily all that I hoped it would be but meeting the group and Miss Samantha had been a highlight. It all felt very fast with the way we were interacting with each other, but there was just something about Miss Samantha in particular that seemed to bore right through me. Any armor I was wearing seemed to be made of tissue paper under her smiles and gentle words of encouragement. I was still thinking about her when she returned with two colorful drinks. Hers was yellow and seemed more mature as opposed to my self-proclaimed ‘giggle juice.’ Its colors reminded me of a tequila sunrise, a personal favorite of mine, but like my previous drink of the mermaid water, tasted sweeter and more mellow. If I was ever to design a cocktail for littles who may not enjoy the taste of alcohol but still enjoy its benefits, I would have likely created either of those two drinks. After chatting about random bits of our lives once more, nearly starting back up where we had ended earlier in the day on the black cushioned chairs, Miss Samantha and I got up, threw our glasses away, and entered the double doors of the grand ballroom, freshly imbued with a little liquid courage. The stage was lit, and music echoed off the walls. The room wasn’t as large as it could have been, owing to the playground set up in the room next door where the nerf war had taken place earlier, but the mass of people seemed to fit the space just fine. Balloons of several colors lit up and floated about the foggy atmosphere and humid temperature of the throngs of pulsating dancers before us. “Come on! Dance with me, Percy!” Miss Samantha then guided my drawstring backpack off my shoulders, gently laid it down out of the way on one of the walls where other bags were, and then tugged me gingerly into the crowds of people near the center of the room. It was an awkward squeeze, but Miss Samantha held enough of a presence in front of her that few remained in our way. Within minutes, that would have taken me at least three times as long, we were only about ten feet from the stage and near Princess Ditzy and Miss Chelsea. Nearby, Derek was dancing with another femininely dressed person I had not seen yet. I then felt a gentle tug of my chin, and Miss Samantha deftly guided my face towards hers. “Don’t worry about them, sweetie. Don’t worry about any of them. Just focus on me. Come on and dance with me.” I started to rock back and forth to the music. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t dance, but I did have an appreciation for music. I easily picked up the beat and nodded my head and moved my body as the notes filled my ears. “That’s it, sweetie. Keep going.” In my own motions with the music, I could easily see Miss Samantha begin moving with the music as well. Her movements were similar to mine, but more free, expressive, and fluid. I looked like a rusted robot learning to move again with small movements to indicate the rust might be edging away. She, on the other hand, looked like a graceful dancer unfolding and swaying in a delicate breeze. I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Before I could mind them though, the song finished and the next picked up the pace. Movements were shuffled around, and a lot of people started bouncing up and down. Some even began to hop in place and almost violently nod their heads. Miss Samantha and I bounced a bit, but true to her promise, she never strayed far and watched me for nearly every song for the next 40 minutes. It was wonderful and the time flew by quickly with each change of the song. Finally, Miss Samantha pulled at my hand, and we exited the dance floor with me dragging behind. At one point, I even had to navigate around a large person wearing a fox mask adorned with blue fur while Miss Samantha picked up my bag. It took a second in the chaos and collective dancing around them, but once beyond the doors, as I had been working up a small sweat, the cooler air outside the ballroom felt instantly gratifying. We both took a seat near the doors and could hear the pounding of the music still. “Sweetie, I’m so proud of you for going out there and dancing.” “Thank you, Miss Samantha.” I blushed slightly as saying her name out loud like that felt good but highly embarrassing. To me, it didn’t matter if anyone was truly watching. I just couldn’t get it out of my head that they even had the potential to or to judge me. “Now, I won’t check you today and I’ll respect your boundaries, but something is telling me that diaper is still dry.” I wiggled around a bit and nodded. It was harder to tell with the sweat I was accumulating but the crotch still crinkled and didn’t have a weight to it yet. “Hmmm. That’s what I thought. You need to be drinking more.” I wanted to protest that I hadn’t seen her go pee yet tonight, but Miss Samantha only walked away and then handed me back a small plastic cup of water when she returned. “I want you to drink this up now for me.” She stared at me intently like her request was not up for debate. I was thirsty, so I just went along with what she wanted and downed the water in a few seconds. “Now, I remember seeing you with a sippy cup in your bag” She reached down to the side of her and pulled up my bag that she had retrieved for me. “I managed to grab this leaving while you were trying to move past the one dressed as a fox.” She pulled out my sippy cup, still nestled next to Stripe and then took the empty cup from my hand. “I’m going to go fill both up. Just wait here.” She returned as promised and I downed the cup again, this time without any prompting. Miss Samantha only smiled and pocketed my sippy cup. “For later after the party is over. I want you to drink it all up before you go to bed. Promise me.” “I promise.” I felt foolish promising something like that, but I held little resistance to what Miss Samantha wanted from me. ‘Must be that mermaid water or giggle juice hitting me…’ A small part of me feared what I would do if she asked me to do something more for her. Even if it was embarrassing, I couldn’t help but feel that I still wouldn’t say no. She then stood and daintily held out her hand. “Come on, sweetie. We have a dance to get back to.” I smiled and took her hand as I stood up. A few minutes later, after setting my backpack back against the wall, carrying my now full sippy cup of the water that she had retrieved for me, and navigating through the crowd, Miss Samantha and I were back dancing. For his part, Derek had begun to make out with whoever he was with and Princess Ditzy and Miss Chelsea just bounced up and down to the music, practically bumping into each other multiple times, but just laughing it off as something silly. Neither seemed to mind too much about any of it. Miss Samantha and I followed their lead and for the next six songs, we continued in the same pattern. All that changed when the DJ started playing a slow song. It was unusual but expected for this type of event. I always dreaded these songs whenever I had been dancing with my dates in high school or college, particularly if both of us were having a more awkward night with the other. It turned out that Miss Samantha was not the type to feel, or at least show, awkwardness over any situation. In a few seconds, she took the initiative and pulled me in close to her. Despite the ever-present smell of the fog mixer they were using to provide a dusky atmosphere in the room, plus the hundreds of now sweating bodies, I was enveloped by a familiar floral scent that seemed to pour from her body. I could see the safety pins that had secured her witch hat tightly on her head and her bold makeup only served to enhance her gray eyes. Being so close felt awkward at first, but her warmth, smooth skin, and tender touch easily melted this feeling away. We stayed that way swaying to the music until the song was regretfully over. ‘Maybe I didn’t like slow songs because I didn’t have the right dance partner…’ It was shockingly wonderful, and we even continued the tight embrace once it was silent all throughout the room, beyond the murmuring chatter asking about the next song. Our forms only parted when the next song, a much more forceful number, started. Oddly, Miss Samantha seemed embarrassed for once, but just started dancing and purposefully didn’t bring any attention to her brief moment of weakness on the dance floor. ‘What was she just thinking?’ After a few more songs, the DJ announced the end to the party and the masses began shuffling out of the once packed room. I grabbed my backpack, walked out with Miss Samantha, and then sat in exhaustion at one of the round tables again. She was still standing and seemed to be scanning the throngs of people exiting. I saw that Derek slipped out the other doorway with the feminine figure he had been dancing with, and soon after, Princess Ditzy was walking slowly out with Miss Chelsea. After a few hand gestures between the two, Miss Samantha nodded toward Miss Chelsea, and then sat with me. “Everyone else is headed to bed tonight. I suggest you do the same.” “But there are still people here. What if I miss out on the best thing for this whole event? I’m not even tired.” I tried to stand firm but then realized I had to go to the bathroom and Miss Samantha didn’t seem to be moving on the topic. “I don’t want to leave.” “Oh, I understand, sweetie, but I’ve caught you yawning a few times when you thought I wasn’t looking on the dance floor. I think today was a bit more than you were expecting, but we still have another entire full day tomorrow. You don’t want me to have to force you into a nap tomorrow, huh?” I hung my head in defeat. “No, Miss Samantha.” “Good. Now, I need to make sure Miss Chelsea is okay and head to bed myself. Are you going to be okay by yourself? I can stay if you want me to…” Miss Samantha looked at me peculiarly and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. ‘Was she wanting to be with her friend? Was I supposed to make a move? Was she expecting something more?’ I realized it didn’t matter and that I didn’t want to get in the way of her checking on Miss Chelsea. The buddy system was a golden standard around here during the convention. Though I knew that me leaving and coming to the hotel was decidedly a solo affair, my adult sensibilities would last for the fifteen-minute walk back to my own hotel. “No, that’s okay. You should go and see Miss Chelsea. Make sure she’s all right and all that.” Miss Samantha smiled. “Thank you, Percy. That’s very thoughtful of you.” She paused and looked hesitant. “I know you were freaking out a little with the dark room today, but I think you should consider going to the orientation tomorrow morning. I’ll even attend with you if you want me to.” She paused. “Moral support, if you will and all.” I thought about it for a moment. Despite my quickly growing need to pee and my fear of that dreaded room, I couldn’t help but fixate on the possibility of going there. My heart fluttered for a moment but calmed down when I mentally reminded myself that Miss Samantha had just offered to come with me. It was an opportunity too good to just turn down. “I’ll go with you. Tomorrow. At 10, right?” Miss Samantha briefly looked curiously crestfallen, but then nodded her head in agreement. “Join me line tomorrow morning and we’ll go together. First there saves a spot.” She then stood up and smoothed out her witch’s dress. “Remember to drink your sippy tonight before you go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Hug?” She seemed that she was in a rush to see Miss Chelsea, but from my interactions with her, I knew she was also a woman of planning, so the details had to be ironed out beforehand. Now that they were, Miss Chelsea was the obvious priority. I hesitated over the abruptness of the moment but wanted to hug Miss Samantha one more time. “I will. I’ll see you tomorrow.” We both hugged for a small bit of time and then broke off from each other. Miss Samantha walked off, turned after a short distance, and gave me a coy, little smile, before trudging up the far stairs once more and out of my sight. I sighed audibly, but my bladder panged again. It was sudden and I momentarily panicked that I would lose control. I realized when walking down the stairs and being reminded of the bulk between my legs of how ridiculous a notion that was, but I still held it in. I was wearing a diaper that could take the abuse, but without the calming and strengthening presence of Miss Samantha, my courage was no longer with me. Wetting a diaper freely in front of everyone was still beyond my comfort level. After waiting a brief time in line for my bags and the changing room, one opened up. I dropped my denim shortalls to the floor and just looked at myself in the mirror. My diaper bulged thickly around my skull patterned onesie, and a quick removal of my baseball gear gave me an odd feeling. I had never been one for sucking pacifiers or my thumb, but a desire to multitask and pee my diaper while sucking my thumb crept into my head. The curtains were drawn, and the noise would be minimal, so I just gave in. Peeing or thumb sucking in public was one thing, but no one could see me now. I had free reign. My thumb tasted salty but a slow pulsing in and out of the digit took my mind off when the last time I had washed my hands was. Enraptured in the moment, a quick burst of pee entered my diaper. Unlike before, I didn’t clench down in fear that my diaper would leak. I told myself that it was the end of the day, and I could always wash these clothes. To my joy though, the diaper did its job and held firmly. ‘Good. So good…’ I luxuriated in the feeling for a moment. The alcohol from the drinks and performing such an act had blissed out my mind for a moment. It was wonderful and a part of my inner consciousness chastised itself for not doing this sooner. ‘Now I know…’ I was only interrupted by another little nearby bursting out into laughter in a changing area nearby. The moment having been broken; I quickly went about changing myself once again. Satisfied with my wiping and a brief air-drying period, I jumped back into my more vanilla clothes that I had originally been wearing this morning when I walked here. After cleaning the table down and crumpling the diaper back up, I exited the curtained room, threw away my used diaper, and headed back outside. The walk back to the hotel was cold and served as a stark reminder to myself of the joy the event had brought me during the day. Despite the walking feeling nice, I wished I could have just collapsed in my bed only a few floors up, perhaps even wearing a diaper still. 17 minutes later though, I walked in the revolving door, purchased an oatmeal container for the next morning and a Snickers bar to snack on to make up for the fact that I had missed a Walmart two nights ago by five minutes and was currently starving. My stomach gurgled and I only then made the connection that I hadn’t eaten anything beyond some candy since I had left this morning at 9. Needless to say, I quickly devoured the Snickers bar in three tasty bites. After downing the sippy cup, performing my night routine, and getting ready for the next day, I laid in bed and tried to look up the events from the world outside. They felt foreign and evil to the point I even grabbed Stripe from my backpack. His presence helped but only led me further to think of only the convention. Memories of the group and Miss Samantha swirled delightfully in my mind, filling me with joy and wonder and shutting out the evil of the world beyond. Pleasant ideas of tomorrow, despite the still present fear of the dark room, were at the forefront as well, and I soon drifted off peacefully, thinking of nothing but caregivers, bottles, and diapers.

I actually have another story that I already have planned out as part of the Stuffy series that explores companies in the Diaper Dimension a bit more. I have a few fully outlined stories that I'm already working on now, so I'll just need to figure out which one I want to post next at this point. I might even ask what others want in a status update, but I'll just have to see at this point. The con is pretty amazing and I rarely saw a permanently sad or angry face. That being said, this is one of the chapters where the con will start to be a bit different than reality. Still fun and exciting, but sitting at writing panels is fun for me, but not necessarily for the plot of a story. Hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 3: An Understanding Face I was flabbergasted at the sight before me. The woman was dressed casually but with a style that noted she had likely not just thrown her appearance together at the last moment. Being as artistically inclined as I was, I peered into her gray eyes, as I usually found I could get an accurate reading on someone with what their eyes showed. Facial tics and postures could be faked or mimicked in the right circumstances, but I truly believed in the ‘eyes being the key to the soul’ business. Hers, however, seemed neutral and blank. Neither good nor bad. ‘Unusual…’ “I said, are you okay?” she repeated, this time a bit sterner, though while still maintaining her kindness somehow. Upon her stern repeating, I realized I had been staring at her for a moment without acknowledging what she had said in the first place. If this was the normal outer world away from the convention, my staring eyes would have been taken as creepy. Given my attire and demeanor, other more innocent conclusions could be reached. “I… I… I’m sorry.” I looked away bashfully, now fully cognizant of my continued stare. “I’m o… okay.” I remained fixated on the floor at her feet and didn’t move. Instead, I watched as her ankles just crouched, and her voice suddenly seemed nearer. “Are you sure? I know I don’t know you but you’re just sitting down on the ground with your head between your legs.” She paused. “Is this your first con?” I nodded my head but refused to look back at her, given my previous embarrassing gaze. “Yes…” “Ah… that explains it.” The kindness just bounded off her tone. It seemed like they came from someone I could trust, so I looked up at the face that now stood near my eye level as the woman was crouched near the ground now. “It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?” I nodded, not finding my words again but wanting to avoid just staring at her like I had already done. “You know there’s a quiet room downstairs, right?” I did know. I had toured the hotel and the amenities it would offer over of the con, and near the end of a corridor with other rooms downstairs, such as the preschool room where I had previously met Derek, was the quiet room. It held a dark ambience, which was neatly protected even behind the curtains in front of the door to prevent light from entering when someone entered or exited. Playmats, a large crib, playpen, and a comfortable chair lay neatly against the walls, and I had already seen several of the younger-minded take residence there. “I… I know it. I saw it last night. I…” I paused and tried to calm myself down internally. Big feelings were okay here and were considered normal, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself further… even if it was all possibly just in my head. From past experience, all that would only perpetuate the cycle and would do no one any good. The same could equally be said about the dark room. It seemed too tempting of a place to let out my feelings and I feared that once released, I wouldn’t be able to control them, so I tried to play it off. “I don’t need it… I think…” “You think?” the woman stared at me with questioning wide eyes, still gray and throwing off a neutral ambience. Now though, they bore a mark of comfort and intimidation. They were pleasant but didn’t go far enough into making me feel any more relaxed by their presence alone. “I…” I stared at the double doors to the dark room at the end of the hallway, “I just got a bit nervous over the,” I lowered my voice, “the dark room.” Her face unexpectedly brightened, and her eyes took on more of a caring nature for whatever reason. It felt odd but her whole demeanor seemed to lighten and fill the space around us with an unusual amount of affection and happiness. “Aww. That’s okay. It’s a scary place. I know a bunch of people who are too afraid to even go near those doors. You must be very brave for even getting close to them in the first place.” “Really?” I couldn’t help but play into her caring and babying tone. It felt so natural, and I think even my older steady mindset would have appreciated the gesture of not feeling like a coward anymore. “Really, really.” She seemed to think for a moment and stare at me in wonder, before putting out her hand, her fingers delicately gripped together, almost as if she was royalty and I were to kiss her hand. “I’m Samantha. What’s your name.” I reached out myself and gently shook her warm hand. “P… Percy.” The mere gesture of her reaching down and me having to meet her hand from underneath gave me a peculiar feeling of being more submissive and littler than was reality. “It’s good to meet you, Percy.” She stared intently at my seated position on the floor. “Do you want to talk at all? I have a pretty open ear and zero judgment.” I hesitated. “It might make you feel better?” I knew I was supposed to have fun here and talking might not be the worst idea ever. I had been to therapy before years ago when I was in college and talking seemed to help then, so I figured this wouldn’t hurt either. Unlike the room downstairs, talking could be paused or steadied to prevent me from having a total meltdown today. “Okay… I… I think that would be nice.” She smiled warmly at me. “I’m glad to hear that, Percy. Do you want to try and stand?” I remembered my huddled position on the floor and only nodded. Samantha instantly stood from her crouched position. I had no such luck or physical fortitude. After kicking out my legs and attempting to stand as dignified as possible, I only succeeded in failure and flopping around helplessly. “Here,” Samantha smiled gently and outstretched her hand with a now open palm toward me, “let me help.” I let go of my already bruised ego and took her hand. With little effort on her part and still some struggling on mine, her added assistance popped me up in seconds, my diaper crinkling a bit as it hit the wall when I steadied myself once upright. “Thank you,” I said, dusting off my shortalls from the imaginary dust that I always believed had collected on my clothing whenever I sat. “You’re welcome. Now, I think I spied some comfy looking chairs in the lobby that were empty the last time I checked. Do you want to try them out?” I tried to gain some dignity in front of everyone who had just seen my struggle when my head was on my knees and just now as I stood up, so I made sure to select my best manners and veer away from the more childish ones. “Lead the way,” I said as I even puffed out my chest and lowered my voice a little. Other times it may have covered up my previous shame, but standing there diapered, in shortalls, and with a tiger stuffy still nestled in the bag I was holding, it likely didn’t have the same effect. I didn’t care. I only cared about how I felt in the moment. Gratefully, for her part, Samantha only smiled. She led the way past the growing crowds in the tiled hallways back to the main lobby. It was a short walk and thankfully, no one was currently seated in two of the dark cushioned armchairs; a rarity in such a crowded con. Samantha allowed me to sit first, and she followed, slightly adjusting her chair to get closer to mine once seated. As she adjusted her seat to be closer and to hear me better amongst the noisy crowds of people going off to do their own thing, I sat back in the comfortable chair and took a breath while staring at the scene around me to center myself slightly. Dozens of littles and some older looking crowds I assumed to be middles or bigs, amicably walked by on the tiled or carpeted floors. Above me, housed an array of latticed white supports holding up a large glass ceiling, revealing the dismal weather outside. It contrasted greatly with the balloons, columns wrapped in fairy lights, free stickers, and array of smiling faces. The day was pressing on, and some littles seemed ready to collapse already on the white tablecloth-covered round tables to our rear and right. “Poor little dears. Probably needed a nap today.” Samantha was obviously noticing the same littles I was. “Too much excitement for some.” I wasn’t sure how exactly to respond to a statement like that. Samantha obviously fell into the big or maybe even the caregiver role from what I had seen so far, but I had little experience with them at this point. I knew I wanted something more caring in a relationship but someone calling themselves a caregiver to you personally had felt a bit too much of a stretch so far. For now, I opted for something simple. “I guess…” Samantha looked at me quickly and then almost seemed to study me for a moment. If it weren’t for her kind expression, I would have been very uncomfortable with this person I had just met honestly. “With this being your first con, I’m guessing all this is a lot for you, huh?” “You could say that again…” Samantha leaned in closer to me. “I’ve known about this side of me for a while, but I really didn’t start anything more public until last year. Before then, I just knew it felt right but didn’t do much about it. Not publicly at least. Does that make sense?” “Absolutely.” I was glad to hear that, but I wanted to know about this mysterious and seemingly kindly figure. “So, you’ve known about this side to you for a while?” “As long as I can remember.” Her gaze shifted and she looked like she was having an out of body experience for a moment before quickly snapping back. “It just feels right to some of us, and there’s nothing wrong with that.” “I guess…” “You guess?” Samantha looked insulted for a second. “What does… oh…” Her gaze then shifted to a more sympathetic one. “You don’t have to be ashamed, Percy. All this,” she gestured around the room, “it’s all okay and natural even. You don’t have to be embarrassed here.” “I suppose… I’m just… new, maybe?” I twiddled my thumbs for a moment. “I had an ex who was into more of the dark room stuff for a while, but I kept this side of me hidden… mostly.” “Go on…” her hand gracefully touched mine. It felt smooth and warm, inviting even, as if to say, ‘trust me’ and ‘I want to know more.’ “With her, it was all consent with someone I fully trusted. Several layers of consent and conversations before anything more than completely vanilla, and here…” I looked around at the parading littles with bulging onesies or puppies with leashes and owners. They all seemed so… free. I didn’t find them odd at all, despite what I knew my face probably looked like. It wasn’t distrust or malice toward them. If anything, other than curiosity, it was envy. “So, the dark room seemed a bit much with everything else going on?” I nodded. “That’s understandable, but trust me, it’s all consensual and you can always stop.” I almost asked her how she could possibly know all that, but then spied the coveted silky black ribbon gracefully hanging around her right wrist. She had already gone in and done the orientation, so of course she knew. I nodded. “I get that… I just…” “It’s a lot,” she said, finishing my words. Her look then switched back to what I could only guess was her studying me intently. “You’ve never been little around anyone else before, have you?” I debated my answer. Admitting the truth could work in either direction. She could either view me as a newbie and a blank slate, which I knew some appreciated, or she could view me as a little not fully committed or too new to all this to waste her time with. As silly as it sounded, my kindergartener teacher’s advice of ‘always tell the truth,’ rang freely around in my head. “No. Not directly.” She looked at me questioningly. “I did some experimentation last year with others. It didn’t work out…” “They took advantage of your vulnerability?” I nodded and avoided eye contact. “But I take it before that happened, you were happy?” I nodded again. It was an embarrassing and tense moment in my life when the online mommy relationship ended badly, but it had unlocked something in me. While before I would wear something at least less adult once a month, I was now doing it every week. I still felt a shame of sorts, but I was also feeling a sense of freedom and comfort I hadn’t known in years. She placed her hand on mine again and looked deeply into my eyes. “I’m very sorry that happened to you but I promise that you can be who you want here. No one will judge.” “I…” I managed to make out before shying away again. I averted my gaze, but my hand almost felt cemented under the calm presence of Samantha’s own hand. I would have likely wanted to crawl away in discomfort if it hadn’t been for her simple touch. “Is there something more?” I nodded. “Go on.” “I was outed my freshman year in college. My roommate borrowed my laptop, but his friends pressured him into snooping through my history.” I clenched my eyes at the painful memory and betrayal that happened that spring. “I guess as a prank…” Samantha’s face hardened and grew concerned. “Go on. I’m listening. Just let it out.” I took a breath and continued. “It got out everywhere in the building for anyone who cared a second for a bit of gossip… it took about a month for the side sneers and disgusted looks to go away.” I still felt the pain inside but every year the burden would soften. None of us saw each other anymore and the distance helped. Saying it out loud to this day still hurt though. “Admittedly, there was one girl on the fifth floor who gave me a sympathetic and almost longing look. I always wondered about her… but one good couldn’t outweigh the rest.” “Then what?” “I spent the next few years hiding my likes away. I only ever directly told two people about it before last year. Everything was just bottled up…” Samantha sat back in her chair. In mere moments I had unloaded a decade or more of guilt onto this woman I had just met. Each syllable I managed to spit out was a burden released from my mind but accompanying each freedom, was a tingling fear that she would reject me in a second. To my relief, she did no such thing. Instead, she rocked back forward, and had started to stroke my hand carefully while keeping her gaze fixed on me. In moments, I had melted back into her comforting presence. If I had actually been a toddler at that moment, I would have thought it was magic. “Well, you’re here now, sweetie. Those people were wrong. You are perfect just the way you are for what you like. There’s a whole community here and out there who like the same thing.” “I’ve seen that. It’s almost too hard to believe.” “It’s all real, Percy.” She paused and looked around the room for a second. I thought I had ruined my time with her, but she then snapped back and looked directly at me. “This is a community and we’re all in this together. I want you to do something for me. Can you do that?” “I… I can try.” I didn’t want to outright agree to anything a practical stranger, no matter how much comfort she was giving me, would ask of me. “I want you to try and let go while you’re here. Leave those doors,” she pointed to the curtain leading to the main exit of the hotel, “and you can shrivel all back up inside your protective shell if you really want to. I think you should be who you are out there as well, but I can understand the hesitation in this world.” She paused and took a breath and almost seemed worried for a moment, but then collected herself and continued. “That being said, I want you to let go in here. Let go of all those worries and moments of shame. Can you do that for me?” It was a big ask but I knew what she wanted me to do had its merits. The increasing crowd buzzing around us paid little attention to each other, the same could be true with my presence alone as well. Everyone was lost in the moment of their found joy and Samantha wanted me to do the same. She probably knew that most of what could be considered embarrassing was just the norm during the con. “I will try.” “That’s all I ask.” Smantha patted my hand and then let go. Her loss of warmth and immediate comfort gave me a chill and instant sense of loneliness but Samantha herself remained, and I had to be happy by that at least. In the moment after though, a sad and concerned look overtook her face. “I’m sorry about that. I probably should have warned you before I took my hand away then.” She paused and took on a look of intense concentration. “How about this? Only if you want, but would you like a hug? You’ve been so brave, and I like to award littles who are brave with me.” My heart immediately sped up. This beautiful and kind woman was offering me a hug and had called me brave. In any other room or time, a hug was what friendly people did for others. Here and now, it meant a great deal more. The addition of being called brave after my moment of cowardice was just a cherry on top. I nodded my head in acceptance. She smiled and reached out. We hugged each other for a good few minutes and I took her strong frame into my arms. Her form felt powerful but was also gentle, soft, and she smelled sweetly of blossoming flowers. It was a wonderful moment, and I felt my previously racing heart slow to a steady beat, content over in my luck over meeting Samantha today. Being unable to tear myself away from her soothing touch, Samantha was the first to break the hug. I still didn’t like it, but my heart felt full. “Better?” My body felt the ache of her departure, but I only nodded, and we smiled at each other in gratitude for the tiny moment we had shared together. For the next hour, we exchanged stories about our passions, families, and other such little bits. With time, I saw Samantha as more of a person than the purely concerned big I originally had, with her love of dogs, children, cooking, and even boating in the summers. Her monumental presence as a person unattainable and uninterested in me waned, though she still had an aura of mystery and wonder about her that made me feel lucky for even talking to her in the first place. She seemed to choose her words carefully when talking about her life, but they all sounded genuine, which let her message come across like an artist painting a picture, rather than someone covering up their past. Each outpouring felt deliberate and beautiful, and I sat in my seat, enraptured but what I was hearing. Before long though, she was looking at her watch. “Oh. Look at the time. I’ve got to get ready for tonight. Trick or Treating is a big deal to my friend and me. Are you planning on going?” I was relieved I wasn’t boring her, but I didn’t want this moment to end. I knew she had other commitments than a singular person like me but letting someone like Samantha go felt like a Herculean task at the moment. “To be honest, I was a little on the fence about it. I wasn’t sure if other people…” She held up a finger to stop me. “What did I say?” I looked at her in confusion. “Forgetting already? That’s okay. I can’t expect a little like you to remember all the time.” I blushed. “I want you to not think about others while you’re here. Just do what you want to have fun. That’s the goal.” ‘Shoot. My big stupid head already forgetting.’ “Oh, right. I’m sorry. I… I’ll be there tonight” I was still wary of going, but I didn’t want to upset the woman who had just been so patient and understanding with me. “Good.” Samantha then stood up and I joined her. “I’m sure I’ll see you later tonight. Until then…” she then reached out and hugged me. I was stunned for a moment by the suddenness of the gesture but quickly leaned into her embrace. This hug gave me the same sense of warmth and happiness and I didn’t want it to end, but Samantha had other places to be, and she broke the hug more quickly this time. “Bye for now.” She walked away but then arced her head back coyly after a few steps. “I’m sure you’ll look cute with whatever you wear tonight.” With that she gave me a little wave and left my stunned form still standing in place by the cushioned chairs. I stood there for a minute more until another little in just a onesie cleared his voice and asked if I was sitting in the chair still. I shook off the feeling Samantha had left me with, let him sit down, and then walked off to go back downstairs. Samantha had gone up early and there was still a little time before the trick or treating would even begin. Clutching my still unfinished piece of art, I reentered the preschool room and began feverishly working on completing what I had started earlier. The encounter with Samantha had given me a newfound confidence and happiness. Her gentle mannerisms and soothing words had pierced my inner psyche and allowed my younger side to come out a bit more than I would have cared to admit. I had to continually remind myself to not care how others would perceive that side, but I was just grateful it didn’t really start to become noticeable to me at all until I began rapidly filling in the background the picture with black. For all the subtleness I was giving the background. I might as well have been coloring as aimlessly as a toddler. Still, my straight random scribbles added to the mystery and tension behind the characters, and after a quick signature and dating at the bottom, I posted it on the wall with a large piece of blue painter’s tape. The finished artwork stood out amongst the pages that others had colored in or the multitude of doll cutouts that made up the bulk of the artwork in the room. Each was done in a unique manner, and I couldn’t help but chuckle and wonder at the same time if the scribbles on some of them had come from a lack of artistic ability, a little mindset, or even aa combination of both. Regardless, time was ticking, and I was beginning to feel the need to pee. Having only started fully experimenting with my little side in the past year and only really just started using my diapers in the past few months, my diaper changing abilities were growing stronger but still lacked the confidence of a seasoned pro. Full blown wetting with my own abilities was a risk I was too nervous to undertake still, especially considering my lack of a change of younger clothing with me. Any accidents with what I was wearing now would only lead me to change back into my vanilla clothes. Samantha wouldn’t like that, and at this point, neither would I. ‘What are jeans and a t-shirt compared to a onesie and some shortalls?’ Waiting in line for a few minutes, I finally made it to the bag check. I requested my items from the friendly volunteers and gladly took my normal travel backpack and the complimentary large red canvas bag with me. I waited in line behind a long litter of littles waiting to change themselves or the ones with them, and one by one, each of them found an open changing area to go about their business. Finally, it was my turn. I proceeded along the narrow passageway in between the draperies that acted as the walls and doors of each changing area. Sound proofing was out of the question, but opaque colorful fabrics and a simple chair system to designate if a place was free or not eliminated any embarrassing accidental viewings. Some probably wouldn’t mind others sneaking a view, but I was not amongst them. I empty my required changing materials and my limited costume out on the floor and then stood in front of the mirror. I could pee without the mirror, but it gave me a visual clue to possible signs of leaks while I went pee. Without much effort, a stream began filling the diaper and within a minute of steady forced on and off streaming, I was done. I let the pee settle for a quick moment, then quickly ripped the tapes open, and took care to set the diaper on the ground. I then wiped myself to the best of my ability with the wipes I had brought from home and then prepared the thick diaper I had wished to use for tonight. It was thick and every square inch was marked with a cutesy cartoon character playing dress up; perfect for a night of trick or treating. Fluffing it, spreading it out on the changing table, and then applying powder, I got into position and lowered myself down onto the thick mass. It crinkled loudly and I briefly felt embarrassed. The embarrassment didn’t last long. Two voices had been going back and forth in the changing area next to mine. It was typical conversation fair, but from the sound of their progress, they were already deep into their own diaper change. “Legs up, baby.” Some crinkling could be heard. “Good job! Whose mommy’s little baby?” I heard a few giggles sneak out and more crinkling could be heard. “Oh? Do I have a ticklish baby?” More giggles. “I think I do! I think I do!” Fits of giggles now poured out. ‘They’re certainly not embarrassed... I don’t know if that’ll ever be me…’ Pffft! Brrrrppppt! “Mommy! Ah! I can’t breathe!” “Doesn’t my little baby like raspberries?” “Well, yeah but…” Pffft! Brrrrppppt! “Mommy! Mommy!” The words rang out in my ears. Here I was, having my usual trouble around adjusting the diaper to fit snugly around my thighs without cutting into them or risk popping them later, but of course not having them too loose that I could eventually leak when I decided to use the diaper for its intended purpose. Their rapport felt natural and free. No hesitations or breaks in the scene. Just bliss during the end of a diaper change, as opposed to my own, where I now stood to make the final adjustments to the tops of the diaper. It was slightly crooked, but it would do for my purposes. The little next to me likely now had the perfect diaper and was about to be off and giggling all the way. I shook my head. Such thoughts did me no good and would likely just make me sad again. I couldn’t squander the feeling of joy that Samantha had left me with earlier. So, I doubled down, and then refastened my onesie and shortalls. Pausing for a moment to admire my appearance, I then took my costume out and held up my baseball jersey and hat from back home, along with an inflatable bat and a few balls. It was simple to allow it to be lightweight and portable for my flight here, but it was enough to show I had made an effort of some kind. I was worried with the spring opener a week away and my team having ousted the local team last year in the playoffs, that the outfit was a risk, but I still went with it anyway when I was thinking about tonight back home two weeks ago. After packing my other items back up, I wiped the changing table, and admired it for a quick moment. Though truly a sturdy masseuse table, it did wonders in its purpose and feeling of a raised sturdy surface to change a diaper. I then balled up my used diaper with the wipes, and walked out, carefully placing the chair in its proper position to signal the area was now free to be used again. I dunked my diaper in the nearby trashcan for such purposes and waited in line once more to hand back my travel backpack and large red bag. Outside, I sat against the wall out of the way of traffic and inflated one of the balls and the bat as best I could. They weren’t like the real thing of course, but a careful squeezing and closing of the nozzle in rapid succession allowed them to be held and make a small thudding noise when hit. Still carrying my drawstring backpack, I gave Stripe a quick squeeze in his position in the back mesh before heading back upstairs. As my tired knees clambered up the stairs and I hoisted myself forward with the brass railing, I felt a surge of fear take hold. I had always been a massive fan of Halloween and trick or treating, but this all felt different. Each step seemed to take me closer to an embarrassment I couldn’t just wave off. I knew others had been talking about the event, but I also knew that some of the mainstays that had really pushed the event along weren’t doing it this year for whatever reason. It was enough that a seed of doubt momentarily entered my mind. Right as I turned the corner though, Samantha popped back into my head. Her calm demeanor and the promise I had made to her stuck out and almost seemed to want to slap me across the face to snap out of it. I had made her a promise and I knew I had to keep it. Getting on Samantha’s bad side was not a line I wanted to cross, or even go near for that matter. No, I had to suck my fear in, gather my courage, and just not care what anybody else was possibly thinking. I just had to let go.