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Chapter 92: Long Days GARY LOOKED THOUGHTFULLY at Beth, “I could probably walk Beth through it? It’s only the attaching it on now?” “Beth, please?” Carly asked. “Where were you when he did this to me just now…?” She laughed nervously. “Sure, I’ll be a good girlfriend and be the one to touch your new no-no parts.” As Gary lifted her, she realized Carly was actually shaking some and felt a bit bad about the joke she’d just made. “It’s okay,” Gary told her. “Normal to be nervous about this kind of thing, Carly.” He handed the device to Beth and walked her through the process. When they were done attaching it, he gave her a diaper, and she also diapered her boy… girlfriend. “There, all done!” she said as she pulled his arms up to a sitting position. They were both tiny compared to the Bigs, but he was about the size an older toddler or preschool child of hers would be to her. “Thanks, sorry I freaked out,” he told them. “You just got those parts, I can imagine not wanting them touched!” Gary laughed. “Come on, let’s get you two out there! Sebastian is probably ready to go nuts by now.” Carly felt the stupid PooPloder as she walked, just like Beth. She’d noticed they seemed different sizes, so while hers wasn’t the same size, she could feel it against the bodysuit and the diaper, smashing it into her through the covering. Reminding herself not to press the button on accident, even if they weren’t armed already, they made it to the scene. “Okay,” Sebastian said, “Let’s just film some playtime first here?” “Umm… what do you want us to do?” Carly asked. “Did you ever play tea party as a kid?” Charlotte asked. Carly blushed again, the prettiest color of red at that! “I take it that’s a yes?” She smiled, “You must have sisters?” “Three of them,” her boyfriend replied. “Ah, perfect then!” she said. “You two have a tea party for about fifteen minutes; we’ll film it, and then we’ll get on with the script.” “You’re kidding, right?” Beth asked. “How else are we getting playtime recorded?” Sebastian asked with a shrug. “We may not make you do it for fifteen minutes, but we need to get footage from a few perspectives.” With a sigh, Carly grabbed Beth’s hand, and they found a couple of dolls apiece, a stuffed animal each, and a virtual tea cup set. Somehow, the next fifteen minutes became thirty minutes, as Carly decided to have fun with it, and the whole thing became a complete silly college fest! Their dolls began describing relationships they were in, but a little bit too deep of a level of knowledge for a kid. The crew was in hysterics as Carly described how one doll’s boyfriend just couldn’t perform well enough, and another doll had a tragic love life with a garbage plant manager. “We can never put that in the film with the audio,” Charlotte said, still wiping tears from her eyes thirty minutes later. “No, but we can all know what goes along with the footage when we see the montage!” Will said. “Conn… Carly, brilliant work. I’m beginning to think you need to rethink the math stuff and go into acting for real!” I FOUND MYSELF laughing with everyone else and shaking my head, feeling the shorter hair sway differently as I did so. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I much prefer the idea of being in the director role… or creating the technology itself we’re using.” Sebastian nodded, “Okay, time to get back to work here, everyone!” A call was made for the part of Scene 19 we were filming. “Arm PooPloders!” “Armed!” Moments later, there was the call to action on the scene I had wanted to skip! I began holding one of the dolls against my stomach and making faces. Beth said, “What’s wrong, Bree?” I forced my face to look momentarily surprised and lost, “Bree?” Looking up at her, she smiled at me, “That’s your name, silly!” I did my best to give the tiniest smile, “I like that.” “What’s wrong? Mommy calls that a potty face?” I squirmed a bit on the floor where I was sitting like I was holding in a bit of poop, “Umm...” She laughed at me, “Bree! Just use your diaper, silly!” When I looked at her skeptically, she added, “Potties are boring; playing is much more fun!” “It’s gro…” I started to say when she squatted and activated her PooPloder. I wrinkled my nose as if I could smell it, “Callie, did you just?” She didn’t answer, though, just intentionally falling on her butt and squishing it as she brought a teacup to Professor Tilly’s mouth. Then she looked at me and smiled, “Poopy!” The next part wasn’t supposed to wait, so I began, “I...” Even as I bent my own knees and activated the PooPloder. I could feel a good chunk of the fake poop on the outer edges of the little body shaper, and the stickiness on my legs felt horrible! I didn’t even have to act to feel disgusting right then! “Eew…” I said quietly. Right on cue, Charlotte entered the room. She wrinkled her nose and said, “Pee-eew!! It smells like a stinky baby in here!” Beth rocked the diaper back and forth and shook her head, “Nuh-uh, we don’t stink like babies, Mommy!” Charlotte pulled the ultimate diaper check, pulling the dress out of the way and the back of her diaper open. She sighed, “Well, you certainly do, Callie!” As Charlotte started to pick Beth up, she pointed at me, “Well, so does Bree!!! She’s stinky too!” “Oh?” She grabbed Beth’s hand instead and came around our tea party setup to me. She let go of Beth’s hand then and picked me up, bringing my bottom up to her nose and sniffing. Right then, I didn’t have to fight to make sniffles or tears; the whole thing was genuinely mortifying. Charlotte carried me over to the changing table and then, “Well, it looks like you’re right, Callie! Brianna is a stinky baby, too! Let’s get both baby girls in nice clean diapees, then we’ll go get you your din-din!” There was no real reason to film the entire cleanup. Still, they put the camera by my head for the shot, and Charlotte used eight wipes to get the mess cleaned up before placing a new diaper on me. I walked to the side and held on to one of the stuffed animals we’d been playing with as Beth endured the same change. “Come here, you,” Charlotte said as she placed Beth on her hip, then picked me up and carried me on the other hip down the stairs. “Cut!!!!” “Thank god!” Beth said beside me. I nodded, “Please tell me the shots were good enough that we don’t have to do that again?!?” Charlotte looked down sympathetically at us as she placed us on the ground. “Sebastian, review the footage with Will quickly; I’d also rather not have to clean up that Pooploder crap a bunch more times. It doesn’t smell, but I swear it kept sticking to my hands worse than any baby poop ever has!” “You should try wearing it,” I told her deadpan. “I’m so glad those weren’t invented when I had those moments in my shows…” she said. “Then what did you guys do in that…?” Beth started to ask. “Oh, Sebastian, make sure you check,” Charlotte ran after him. “Somehow, I think that was going to be an embarrassing answer?” I asked. “Maybe…?” Unfortunately for the three of us, there were two more takes of the scene that we had to make before we were able to move on! Camera angles, minor timing issues, and one time a stray glance of a crew member in the main shot had unfortunately meant getting a growing familiarity with the awful stickiness of the poo in the PooPloders! BETH SAW THE crew had been at it for another six hours after lunch, and it was 23 O’Clock. With only a few more hours to go until they needed to get Connor’ home’ – or at least off-campus- it seemed unlikely they would get everything filmed. Fortunately, things had been going a little smoother, and most scenes were taking two or fewer takes. They had just filmed her being put to bed, and she was done being filmed sleeping for the moment while the action focused on Carly. They restarted the scene as Charlotte gathered a onesie-clad Carly in her arms. She couldn’t help but be jealous watching Charlotte hold her as she wrapped her in a light blanket and said, “Here, hand me your baba.” Carly tentatively handed the bottle to Charlotte, who placed it on a small end table they’d added beside the rocking chair. She took the time to tighten the blanket around her and put her in the crook of her arm like she was an infant. “What are you doing?” Carly asked nervously. “Feeding you your baba,” she smiled down at her. “Bu…” Carly got out as the nipple entered her mouth. This was the fifth time they’d done this little piece, and each time they’d had timing issues. Carly held off nursing for a long moment before starting to drink the liquid even as Charlotte rocked the chair. Charlotte said, “I know you want to be a big grown-up again, and I promise you will be, eventually. Right now, you’re going to be my little Bree. Enjoy letting go a little, Sweetie.” As she finished her line, she paused for a second and began singing a simple Lullaby. Carly’s eyes went closed, and then she went limp. Charlotte giggled, “They’re right; Mommy’s milk does it every time!” “Cut!” “Carly, you didn’t really go to sleep on me, did you?” she laughed. For her part, she sat up, “No… though it was close! Right now, though, I need a bathroom!!!!!” Beth watched as Charlotte carried her quickly to the dressing room and hoped she’d make it. I COULDN’T BELIEVE how quickly the urge to go potty hit me!!!! To her credit, Charlotte practically ran with me to the bathroom, but when she pulled up my dress to remove the diaper, I grimaced and said, “Stop…” I couldn’t hold it any longer and felt it just flow and flow out of me. Fortunately, Gary had made the call to pull the control panty off of me after the PooPloder scene because I didn’t even want to think about that mess! ‘I can’t believe I couldn’t hold it?!?’ This was one of my first genuine accidents where I felt like I was a Little… and very much the baby so many Bigs saw Littles as! I did my best to breathe and not cry, but I couldn’t hide the face of shame I wore. “I’m sorry,” Charlotte said, even as her hand was under my diaper. There was no way she didn’t know what had happened. “I should have gone after the last take… I just figured I could still make it this last one. Those four bottles of liquid, fake milk or not, all had to go somewhere.” She gave me a hug, “Sorry, Connor… You don’t normally have problems?” She asked. I shook my head, “This is one of my very few genuine accidents, actually,” I said through my teeth, as I did everything not to break down! She gave me a moment, squeezed me again, and asked, “Are you finished? I can take this off, and you can sit on the potty and be sure?” I sighed and shook my head, “Trust me, it’s all in the diaper…” “Well then, let’s get you changed; we’re almost done for the day with you guys.” “I’m glad to hear that. These longer days in this dimension are a killer on this project!” “What do you mean?” She asked as she pulled the tapes open. “Well, we have eight hours less in our days in my dimension.” “When do you get everything done?” She asked, surprised. I laughed, “You know, there’s some truth to that!” I did the math in my head; it was now almost 24 O’clock, and we started at 8 O’clock with filming. We’d already put in a sixteen-hour day and planned to film three shorter scenes before Beth and I left. That didn’t include the two scenes they would catch up on after we left! She was just using a wipe gently on my bottom when the door opened, and Beth came in. “Oh, sorry…” she stammered. “It’s okay,” Charlotte said, “We’re all actresses here, just getting Carly back and ready to go for the next scene.” Beth’s eyes caught mine, and I knew she had to know what we were dealing with. She mouthed, “Sorry” to me. With as many scenes as we still had to film that day, I had no choice but to pull up my big girl panties and get back to work. Metaphorically, of course! Our waking up and breakfast scenes went quickly in one take for the most part. We had to divide up one part of the breakfast feeding scene for camera angle issues. To my amusement, the eggs they gave us were genuinely just cooked in an attached breakroom AmeniTea, our crew had just discovered would take meal points or their equivalent of a credit card. The stupid, dull, curved plastic baby spork things were just about impossible to use to scoop them up, but I made sure that I kept my face and bib pretty much perfectly clean. Beth didn’t try that to my amusement, and true to her character, Charlotte had to clean her up! Our final scenes of the day were at the daycare, and I think both Beth and I hated them as much as anything! Every part of the room was actually sized for me perfectly! It was a rare place in this dimension I could say that about. Unfortunately, even though Beth was taller, she still could sit in the chairs and not look too awkward or big for them! The crew made fast work of the scenes, and we were soon down to the final two small parts we were filming that day with us. Right then, we were in a circle for story time, and someone had found the genuine children’s story, The Little Who Couldn’t. Isabella did a way too convincing job of reading it right then. It reminded me of a lady who did preschool lessons online back home and posted them. I’d been stuck watching them enough with my baby sisters years ago that I was sure this girl could pull the same trick! We got to learn all about a Little who successfully graduated high school and then failed at every other adult thing she ever tried. She couldn’t pass college, she couldn’t be a secretary, she couldn’t be a police officer, she couldn’t be a construction worker, she couldn’t be a waitress… and on it went. The character got more and more upset until right before she discovered what she could be! Mommy’s precious baby girl! ‘Sarah’ walked in as the final page was turned. I wanted to vomit and had no issues with the acting of standing up and going towards her. Right then, ‘Callie’ leaped past me though and wrapped her in a hug. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” Beth jumped up and down like she was an excited preschooler. “You’re just in time! The Little is about to be adopted like Bree!” I cringed at some of the ‘extra’ lines suggested to Beth on the previous take. She did it quite well, though! Charlotte asked, “Huh?” “It’s the Little Who Couldn’t Mommy!” She smiled, “It’s the best story ever!” Charlotte looked confused then, “You mean the Little Who Could?” I sighed and moved closer to her, “No, she means Couldn’t...” As I said, Isabella held up the book, showing the page that showed the woman being held in her mommy’s arms and fed a bottle. “Oh...” she shook her head and muttered, “Seriously?” Looking down at me, she gently reassured me with her hand on my head, “Well, I need to take my two little girls on a special adventure now. You ready to go?” “Please!” I practically begged, even as Beth acted like she wanted to go back. Fortunately, she guided us both out. “Cut!!!” “How was that time?” Charlotte asked. “I think that’s a keeper. Let’s finish this car scene, and then the kids can get out of here!” ‘Kids?’ I thought nervously. We changed the settings to move to the car outside the daycare, and we filmed walking out to the car. I did my best to act like I needed to go to the bathroom badly and blushed when Charlotte squeezed and checked the back of my diaper after buckling Beth in. “You’ll be fine,” she smiled at me as she buckled me inside. After getting inside the car, she started the car on autopilot before turning the seat around and looking at us through the screen above our seats. “Callie, we’re going to take you to Grandma and Grandpa’s tonight.” “Really? Grandma and Grandpa?!?” Charlotte continued, “Uh-huh, we’ll drop you off, and you get to play with them all night tonight! They’re even going to take you to the playground and then to Crazy Fun afterward for pizza.” “Yay!!!” “Umm… Mommy? Can we please stop by a potty?” I didn’t even know why my character would be dumb enough to ask that question now! “Remember, Brianna, you’re both taking a vacation from the potty. Just use your diapee like the good baby you are!” “Please?” Charlotte started to respond, “N…” but then seemed to remember she needed something. With a sigh, she shrugged, “If you can hold it a while... maybe?” Charlotte turned around in her seat and checked on the cars driving. I squirmed more then and made a pained, gassy face, even as I knew a camera was zooming in on my facial expression. “Cut!!!” Sebastian said. “Let me look real quick back at the footage.” Meanwhile, Beth and I were freed from the car seats. “I hate being stuck in a car seat facing the back seat, even if it’s not real!” Beth complained quietly to me. “I hate the whole Littles are stupid thing. That earlier book made me want to go on a rampage…” She laughed, “It was pretty horrible!” “Okay, Connor and Beth, that’s it for you two. Great job today! Go get changed out of costume and get out of here. Be back here at 9 O’clock tomorrow so we can finish your last four scenes,” Sebastian said with a smile. “Got it,” I said, leading Beth out of the stage and to wardrobe. “Everyone else, we need to get the office setup and let’s get Scenes 22 and 27 completed. That will get us caught up from Wednesday’s fiasco! Almost done today!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! After this week I'm hoping to get into a bit more serious of a rhythm of writing again. I'm working on Chapter 110 right now, hoping to wrap up at least another chapter or two today! I will post another chapter on WattPad this week since they crossed 5k likes yesterday. I'll post it here as well as long as this post gets 25+ likes. (You all were falling behind this weekend 👿 ) Thanks again for reading my works! Please consider purchasing a copy of my completed works from Amazon if you enjoy them! 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New Chapterrrrrr! Its a little shorter than the others, but its meant to be the one where Jackie realizes he is in a new world and past the point of no return, so its short to help emphasize this and other strong feelings. This one also has some graphic descriptions in the beginning, but nothing too bad. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 3 Dark blue waves crashed and collided with my head. I felt a swirling, tingling sensation similar to sitting next to a hot tub jet just over my entire body. I can't thoroughly describe what dematerializing feels like, but the sensation rushing over my entire body felt like It At the height of this strange feeling, I felt myself lean at the crux of non-existence. Then, like I was on a rollercoaster, I fell into nothingness. A pure, dark purple void swallowed me whole. I felt weightless. There were no aches in my body, none of the discomfort that I didn't realize I had existed in this timeless moment. It was utter bliss. I felt nothing but my thoughts. The emptiness wasn't negative in any way. No burdens except the ones I gave myself existed now. My body expanded and contracted, but I didn't feel it; no, I didn't want to feel it. Being able to control every aspect of my being gave me pleasure, but the world I floated in began to change and shift brightly. I felt a sudden sharp, ear-piercing pinch on my shoulder. My nerves reacted violently as flesh tore from my spine. I couldn't scream, and I couldn't cry. The nothingness started to feel like a burden. My mind screamed. It screamed until it hurt to think. My neurons fired brightly as if attempting to sear a hole through my skull. All the pain that I thought I lost came back tenfold, and it hurt like I was resting my skin on the sun. I felt every single nerve in my body at the same time as my muscles contracted and convulsed. I became incredibly sweaty. The wetness seeped through every pore on my body. I closed my eyes as if on instinct and everything stopped. My nervous system felt like it just had been reset. I wanted to scream, but I didn't feel the urge anymore. ‘All my pain was gone?’ I thought to myself. I felt like I was back in that void again, except now I was laying down in a hospital bed with bars surrounding me. When I attempted to move my muscles this time, it worked. I was able to move my arm up and down. I marveled at it, not because moving my arm was anything special, but because it felt so smooth and different. I tested the joints in my hands, and I felt no resistance as well. Not because I felt resistance before this point but because I was now realizing how much my joints struggled in the past. It was expected then, so now realizing how great I felt, I was baffled that I never realized how bad it was. Starting to regain more of my senses, I began to sit up. Still feeling a little achy though, I took it slow and tried my best to feel around me. The bed I was in was incredibly comfortable, and as I sat up fully, I only now realized the dark nursery I laid in. There seemed to be other cribs, and I now realized I was in one too. I started to feel around me more, noticing the incredibly soft pastel blankets. They felt warm and inviting, and I just snuggled deeper into them. I was distracted suddenly though when I heard a crinkle. Thinking that it was the mattress, I didn't pay it any mind, but now I realized it was instead around my waist. I licked my lips as the feeling started returning to my face, and the warmth spread to my nose. Though unlike the pleasant feeling I felt with my lips, my nose twitched as I smelt a putrid smell. Thinking it was somewhere else, I tried to ignore the smell, but as I moved to get away from it, the smell followed. My butt squished on the mattress as I felt something strange cling to my skin under my diaper. I stopped moving altogether, feeling disgusted in my now-realized state. ‘Did I really shit myself!?’ I thought? I wouldn't dare move an inch as the entire sensation was incredibly unpleasant. I needed to call for someone to help, and looking over to my right, I heard some snoring coming from another crib. “Hello…?” I tried calling out quietly, but I surprised myself with how loud I sounded. I squeaked in shock at how my voice also sounded much higher pitched than before. I tried calling out again on my hands and knees, but this time quieter. “Hellooo?” I succeeded in being quieter, but nobody seemed to hear or care that I was calling for their attention. I was about to speak again, but I saw a small green light flash in the corner of the room. Looking at it, I thought it looked like a camera, but I wasn't sure. I didn't have much time to think about that though, because one of the doors opened and the bright light disturbed me from the peaceful darkness. My eyes watered a bit from the uncomfortable intrusion, but I adjusted to it quickly. The crib bars to my side shot down, surprising me, and that's when I saw a woman dressed in something between a nurse's outfit and a nanny. I tried opening my mouth, but the strange woman quickly put a large bulb in it. I looked at her with fear and felt really uncomfortable in the current moment, a lot of that being attributed to my supposed messy diaper. She didn't ask for my permission though, because I quickly felt my world leave my feet, and I was lifted up a long distance. I squeaked and quickly put my arms around the woman, feeling more scared of falling than of her currently. She made sure to support me where she wasn’t putting any pressure directly on my bottom, something that I was very gracious of. She carried me out of the room and towards the bright light. The woman closed the door behind us, and then before I had any time to see where we were going, she took me into a private room to the side. She placed me down on a padded table of some sort, and I realized we were in some weird-looking bathroom. “Wew awe weh?” I tried speaking, but it came out more muffled behind the thing in my mouth. The strange woman giggled, then took the strange bulb out of my mouth, me now realizing it was a pacifier. “You're at the hospital, sweetie.” She laid me back, the mess shifting uncomfortably under me. “I pooped myself?” I surprised myself by saying. The lady only responded by giggling. “Yes, you did! Don't worry though, Nurse Elly will make sure you're nice and clean.” I pouted. “I didn't mean to go… Was I asleep?” I questioned. Nurse Elly responded, “You've been out for a couple of days hun. It's okay you had an accident; that's expected.” There was so much to unpack with that sentence, and upon hearing I've been out for multiple days, I completely ignored the last part of what she said. I began to dissociate, my breathing became shallow and fast as my heart rate began to rise. Nurse Elly seemed to notice this though, because she quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth. My first instinct was to spit it out, but as I unconsciously sucked on it, and I became incredibly calm. I self-soothed in a way I never had before, and I had to admit, it felt great. My cheeks became rosy though as I realized how much I was enjoying such an embarrassing thing, and I tried to stop sucking on it. Nurse Elly didn't notice though, and she continued with the diaper change as what seemed to be normal. She was extremely efficient and practiced at this, and I almost admired it, but quickly shook my head as I realized what I was admiring. She stopped after she had the new diaper under me and looked down at me. “What's wrong?”. I didn't respond. She shrugged to herself and continued the change as normal, rubbing something into my groin before applying powder and taping it up snugly around my waist. “Where are we…?” I blurted out quietly. “You asked that already.” She stated, chuckling a little. I gave her a look, and she sighed. “You're not on earth anymore, you're in Libertalia.” I looked at her with disbelief, but the change in size and what I'd been feeling led me to believe her more than I otherwise would. “Like on another planet?” I questioned. “You're in another dimension.” She stated way too casually.

It's an interesting setting! I have a feeling this won't be the only story I write in this setting because there are a lot of other kinds of stories to explore in this universe. And don't worry, this will get smutty. Ah, gotcha! Thanks for the explanation! Alright, kiddos. I really do apologize for taking such a long hiatus from this story. I've been very busy with work and, honestly, I'm going through some shitty things in my rl. I had originally really wanted to do weekly updates, but, at least for right now, I'm not sure I can promise that. BUT! Don't worry, however long I go between updates, I will definitely not be abandoning this story. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope you find it worth the wait! But, alright. Here we go. Neeeewwwwwwww chapters; go! Chapter Twelve Rei thought about texting Riley that morning; she had wanted to text Riley, but she thought it prudent not to—that is, the questions she wanted to ask Riley were not questions she wanted a record of asking. So, instead, Rei sought out Riley at lunch. She wasn’t even sure Riley would be there, but most students at her school had the same schedule Monday and Wednesday, so it was safe to assume Riley would be having lunch around the same time the two had run into each other earlier in the week. And, as predicted, she found her easily enough. Riley was sitting alone on one of the patio tables in the farthest corner. The day was warmer than it had been for the past two weeks, but still chilly enough to keep most of the student body off the patio and inside. Riley sat on the black crisscross tabletop with her cafeteria tray of food next to her and her combat boots on the attached bench. Her mop of curly blue hair was free today, and she wore an oversized black and red knit cardigan over a band shirt at least three sizes too big tucked into a black pencil skirt over fishnets. She sat facing perpendicular to the direction from which Rei approached, giving the latter plenty of time to admire the former as she approached. And admire she did. Riley was so different from the other girls; she oozed maturity and a sort of effortless cool. Riley was confident, sure of herself, in a world that pressured her to be anything but that. Rei couldn’t explain it, but she found herself craving Riley’s approval. Rei found herself getting nervous as she approached; she was self-conscious of her light pink blouse and black maxi skirt, worried that Riley would find it childish or immature or just…not cool. That’s what it came down to: Rei desperately wanted Riley to think she was cool. “Uh, hey,” Rei said, off to a great start. Riley turned towards the girl and grinned, “hey, Rei, what’s up?” She slid down from table to sit on the bench itself, albeit backwards, and gestured for Rei to sit next to her. “I see you went for the chicken tenders today too,” Riley said lightheartedly, gesturing to a half-eaten plate of the same on her tray. Rei laughed, a little nervously, “yeah,” she said, and immediately had nothing else to say as she slid on to the bench next to Riley. “You okay?” Riley asked, sensing some tension in the other girl. “I don’t know, are we?” Riley sucked her teeth. “You worried about what happened with Melanie and Josie?” Rei nodded. “They are solid; they won’t give up any names.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Riley said without hesitation. “Look,” she added a beat later, “I know it’s scary, but…we all knew what we were getting into, yeah? Melanie and Josie certainly did, and they were ready to accept those consequences. They aren’t going to give up any information that might hurt any of us or the group, okay?” Riley was only mostly certain of what she was saying, but she needed to sound confident to put Rei at ease. Rei getting worked up and worrying wouldn’t help anyone, and, besides, Riley felt a sort of instinct to protect the younger girl. Riley was, after all, the apparent leader of the group. “Thanks, Riley,” Rei said after she had digested the other girl’s words for a moment. “That makes me feel a little better.” “And, hey, look, if you ever feel like you are in over your head, no one will judge you if you want out, you know that, right?” Riley wanted Rei to stay with the group, it gave Riley a reason to keep talking to her, but it was important to her that Rei knew no one was forcing her to stay. Riley was already in to deep, but it wasn’t too late for Rei. Rei took a bite of one of her chicken tenders and chewed slowly. She was scared, of course she was scared, but she was just as scared of what would happen to the world if girls like her and groups like Rebel stopped fighting back. And then there was the simple fact that she didn’t want to let Riley down. She didn’t want to let any of her fellow Rebels down, for that matter. “So,” Rei said after a long moment, “what’s the next job going to be anyway?” Riley snorted laughter. “I don’t know yet,” she said when her laughter died down, “but…probably something smaller. We need to lay low for a bit, I think.” Rei nodded, embarrassed by how relieved she felt to hear that. “I don’t know,” Riley continued, “just check your burner every Friday, like usual; we’ll probably announce the next meeting soon.” The two sat in silence for a long moment after that, Rei picking at her food while Riley stared off across the lake behind their campus. It wasn’t an awkward silence, but it wasn’t, exactly, a comfortable silence either. Rei was desperately searching her brain for something to say the whole time, but it was Riley who finally broke the silence. “So, how are things with your mom?” And it was the topic Rei least wanted to talk about. She shrugged, “She hasn’t really mentioned what happened, but she did pull me out of that class.” A second shrug, “I guess I’m just lucky she let me stay in college at all.” “You really think she might put you in one of those extended high school programs?” “I don’t know,” Rei replied honestly, “I wouldn’t have thought so at one point, but…then Monday night happened, and…” she trailed off. “And now everything seems topsy turvy?” Riley picked up the thought, and Rei nodded in agreement. “You don’t think she’d…do…ya know, anything else, do you?” Rei blushed at even the thought of what Riley might be referring to. “God, no, mom thinks all that stuff is like…kinda weird.” “More than kinda,” Riley interjected. “So, I don’t think she’d ever go that far, thankfully.” “Well, hey, you know, if you do get sent off to one of those extended high school programs, I mean…you know, you’ve got my number, so we can still be friends.” Riley was trying desperately to sound nonchalant, like it didn’t matter that much to her, but she was terrified her new friend would one day disappear without warning and she wanted, no, needed the other girl to know she could still reach out. “Yeah?” Rei asked, trying to hide how excited she was that Riley had said they were friends, and more so at the implication that Riley wanted to continue being friends even if Rei could no longer attend college. “I’d…really like that.” “Sure, of course,” Riley smiled. “Besides, you can brag to all your new high school friends that you have a friend in college.” Rei couldn’t help but laugh; it was exactly the kind of thing the popular girls at her high school would have bragged about. It was probably an even bigger brag these days. “What kind of classes do they teach in those programs anyway?” Riley asked. “I mean, I know it’s basically housewife training, but is that it?” Rei shrugged; she hadn’t really looked into it much. “I think it’s like…cooking classes and stuff like that. Probably a whole semester on how to get stains out of different fabrics. Probably child raising classes, as if I would ever want to have children.” Riley pulled out her phone while Rei was still talking about began tapping furiously on the screen. “Well, I don’t know about a whole semester on getting stains out, but you’re partially right; it’s a lot of like home ec kind of classes. But they do also have continuing education in the core subjects like Math, English, History, and Science, and other electives.” “Wait, really?” Rei was surprised. She had genuinely thought it was just to get you ready to be a housewife. “Yeah, this website says ‘extended high school programs are designed to give your daughter a high-quality, college-level education free from the radical leftist bias prevalent in so many colleges and universities’” she read off the screen of her phone, then added, “Kinda creepy, if you ask me.” “Why creepy?” “Like, they act like colleges and universities are brainwashing us to be leftist radicals, but can you honestly tell me this isn’t its own form of brainwashing? Raising girls who can’t and won’t question their own infantilization, oppression, and marginalization? That’s all these schools do. ‘High-quality, college-level’ my ass. I’ll tell you what it is,” Riley shifted on the bench to face Rei directly, “it’s just a reflection of the anti-intellectualism this whole bullshit movement has been built on, ya know? They have their whole “facts over feelings” mantra, but it’s a façade, because in reality, in truth, the facts don’t back up what they say, so they change the facts, change the narrative, and say anything that says otherwise is biased. It’s fucked up. It’s downright sinister, ya know?” “You’re right,” Rei agreed enthusiastically, “God, I wish I could get my mom to understand that. She thinks the education I want to get is political, but you’re right, it’s only political because people who don’t like the conclusions it teaches have made it political!” “Damn right, girl,” Riley encouraged the younger girl. “I just…” Rei sighed, losing her momentum, “I just wish she could see that.” “I wish a lot of people could see that,” Riley responded, faint frustrating in her voice. “You wanna get out of here?” She asked suddenly. “Wait, what do you mean?” “I mean, let’s blow off afternoon classes, go do something fun.” Rei laughed nervously; was Riley joking? “I…I can’t skip class.” “Why not? It won’t hurt to miss a class. Besides, this time next week you could be at an extended high school program, so who cares?” Rei internally flinched at Riley’s jab or joke or whatever it was. She had a point, but it was a point Rei didn’t like having pointed out. “Sorry,” Riley said, picking up on the girl’s lackluster reaction. “It’s just…I don’t know, I feel restless, I guess.” And I want to spend more time with you, Riley thought but didn’t say. Rei chewed her bottom lip, tempted to go, but certain her mother would somehow find out. Wait, that was a good question, did colleges report when you were absent like high schools did? Once upon a time, she would have assumed not, but now it was anyone’s guess, especially for students who were still minors. “I…really don’t want to miss class…” Rei said at least, more than a little regretful. “Look, if you’re worried about your mom finding out,” Riley said, as if she could read the other girl’s mind, “then just go to class, excuse yourself to the restroom after attendance, and, poof, you’re gone.” “Won’t they notice me taking all my stuff to the restroom?” Riley shrugged, “leave your stuff with me.” Rei’s stomach was full of butterflies. She had never skipped class, not even in high school. But here was Riley, who she desperately wanted to think she was cool, inviting her to skip class and go hang out. Rei glanced at her phone screen; her afternoon class started in thirty minutes, she had to decide soon. “Come on,” Riley coaxed, “it’ll be fun.” “What would we even do?” Riley shrugged, “hang out, chill, maybe go to the mall? I don’t know, anything is better than being here today, if you ask me.” Rei took a deep breath, then laughed nervously. “Okay,” she said, “let’s do it.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “Come on then,” without a moment of hesitation, Riley grabbed Rei’s wrist and ran off giggling, pulling the other girl behind her and leaving their discarded lunch trays behind. Chapter Thirteen Riley sipped on her lemonade and handed Rei the last bite of the pretzel they were splitting. “Aliens,” Riley said. Rei laughed and popped the last piece of pretzel in her mouth, chewing while she thought out her reply. “Probably real,” she said once she had swallowed, “well, almost certainly real, but only probably have visited Earth before.” “Probably isn’t the game,” Riley shot back, “do you personally think they have?” Rei took a sip of her own lemonade and pondered the question. “Mmm, yes, but I don’t think they’ve abducted people.” “You think they just like…observe?” “Yeah! Like scientists, ya know? Observing wildlife in its natural habitat.” “So that’s what we are to them?” “Probably!” Rei giggled at the thought. The mall food court was nearly empty on this weekday afternoon, but a few tables were occupied throughout the mass of them. Rei couldn’t help but keep looking over at a mother a few tables away spoon-feeding her daughter, who seemed to fall into helpless giggles every time her mother flew an airplane her way. Rei wasn’t sure, but she thought she might have gone to high school with the girl. “What do you think the aliens think of all that?” Riley said, noticing the trajectory of Rei’s distant stare. Rei didn’t answer immediately; she was considering the scene in front of her, trying to assess it like an alien who didn’t quite understand the cultural history that had led to this tableau. As Rei watched, the girl in the oversized highchair stopped giggling and scrunched up her face. For a moment, Rei wasn’t sure what she was watching, but it only took her a moment to figure it out: the girl was filling her diaper. Rei’s soul wretched a little, and she forced herself to turn away. “Um, how about ghosts?” she asked Riley, ignoring the other girl’s previous question. “Oh, definitely real,” Riley said, easily rolling with Rei’s change of subject. “But I don’t think most of them can, like, hurt or affect us. Hell, maybe none of them can.” Rei chuckled, “I thought I saw a ghost once when I was a kid.” “Tell me everything.” Rei felt her cheeks heat up; she normally didn’t tell anyone this story out of fear of being made fun of. She studied Riley’s face, trying to determine if Riley was baiting her into telling an embarrassing story or if she was genuinely interested. Riley seemed nothing but the latter. “Well,” she began, tentatively, “I mean, first of all, you have to understand, I was like seven at the time.” “Uh huh,” Riley nodded and gently encouraged Rei to continue. “And it was like shortly after my grandmother died.” “And then you saw her ghost?” Rei blushed but nodded. “I woke up one night in the middle of the night…something like two or three AM, and I think I went downstairs to get a glass of water or something. Like, I went downstairs, but I don’t remember what for.” Riley was nodding along as she listened. “And…sorry, this isn’t, like, an exciting story or anything.” “No, no, go on!” Riley urged. “Well, I went downstairs and…well, the first thing I noticed was the all the kitchen cabinets were just standing open.” “Oh, creepy,” Riley replied. “Yeah! And then like, I saw her just…sitting at the dining room table.” “You’re sure it was her?” “Definitely! I…” Rei blushed, “well, it scared me so bad I went running upstairs, crying the whole way, and jumped in bed with my parents.” “Wait, but how was that scary?” Riley asked incredulously. “I don’t know!” Rei laughed and threw up her hands, “I was like seven and I just saw a ghost! What about you, have you ever seen a ghost?” Riley smiled and shrugged, “nah. Some friends and I once tried to do a séance in a graveyard when I was in high school, had a Ouija board and everything, but all we saw was some cops that chased us off.” “Maybe you should try again one night.” “Oh yeah? What, you wanna join me?” “Maybe,” Rei said coyly. Riley grinned, “yeah, whatever, you’d probably scream and run away the moment we heard a noise or something.” “I was seven!” Rei cried in her defense. “I’d totally be brave enough now.” “I’m pretty sure I do still have that Ouija board…” “I’m serious! I’d totally do it.” “Alright,” Riley replied, sounding a bit smug, “but don’t complain when I drag you out to a graveyard one night to summon spirits.” “I can handle it,” Rei insisted. She took another sip of her lemonade, sucking up the last little bits, and leaned back in her chair, looking out over the food court again. The mother and her daughter had left; Rei could guess where they had gone off to easily enough. “Wanna go check out some stores?” Riley said after it was clear the conversation was in a lull. “What time do you need to be home by?” Rei looked at her phone, “not for another hour or so,” she replied. “Where’d you have in mind?” Riley looked at Rei for a moment, studying her face, before speaking, “you ever think about how good you’d like in eyeliner? We could go shopping for some make-up for you.” Rei let out a single sarcastic syllable of a laugh. “Yeah right, mom would kill me. She’s always been against me wearing make-up.” “So? She doesn’t have to know. Put it on in the school bathroom at the beginning of the day and take it off before you go home.” Rei chewed her lip a little embarrassedly, “and then there’s the fact that I have no idea how to put any kind of make-up on.” “Wait, really?” “Really! I told you, mom was always against it, she never taught me. Hell, she doesn’t really wear make-up either.” “Okay, well, we definitely need to fix that, okay?” Rei didn’t have time to respond; Riley jumped up from the table, grabbed their trash, and walked off with it, giving Rei the option of either staying behind or following. She caught up to Riley just as she was dumping their trash. “Come on,” she grabbed Rei’s hand and started leading her through the mall without needing to consult a map. A few moments later, the pair approached a store Rei had passed before, but had never entered: Sephora. The storefront was not huge, but it was bigger than Rei imagined was needed just to sell make-up, a thought that demonstrated just how clueless Rei was when it came to cosmetics. “Hold on there, girls,” a stern voice stopped the pair in their tracks as they approached the doorway. An older woman with crow’s feet creasing the pale ivory of her skin wearing a beige skirt suit with white high heels approached the pair, stopping directly in their path with her arms crossed over her chest. “Sorry, unattended children are not allowed in this store. You’ll have to come back with your parents.” Riley made a noise that was halfway between annoyed and disgusted as she fished her wallet out of her purse and flipped it open, “I’m emancipated, okay?” The woman raised her eyebrow at Riley, studied the ID being held out in front of her, and sighed. “Fine, but what about her?” “She’s with me,” Riley replied. “No unaccompanied children,” the woman shot back. “What the fuck?” Riley exclaimed, making the older woman visibly flinch at the profanity. “I’m an adult, so I’m accompanying her!” “Are you her parent?” The altercation was beginning to draw on-lookers and rubber-neckers. Rei could feel them staring at her, and, worse, she couldn’t tell if they were sympathetic or accusatory stares. “You just said she had to be accompanied; you didn’t say anything about a parent!” Riley loudly insisted. “Well, I am now,” more store employees were making their way to the front of the store now, flanking the older woman who Rei assumed was in a managerial position over the less formally dressed workers with nametags on their shirts. “And quite frankly, young lady, emancipated or not, I’m not so sure I want you in my store if this is the way you conduct yourself.” Rei was standing a foot behind Riley, blushing and holding back tears as Riley and this stranger debated over her like…well…like she was a child. Her reaction to it only made her feel more childish, but she couldn’t help how hot her cheeks were burning under the gaze of the audience and the judgement of this woman. “This is fucked up,” Riley growled, “just let us in, okay?” “Watch your language, young lady, or I’ll—” “You’ll what? Tell my mom? I told you, lady, I’m emancipated, bitch.” The older lady furrowed her brow hard, “I won’t ask you again. If you insist on being vulgar, I’ll call security and have them check just how authentic that emancipation card is.” Riley stared the woman down for a long moment, her jaw clenched and eyes on fire, “are you seriously accusing me of having a fake emancipation card?” The woman just smirked in response, “there’s a Forever 15 down that way,” the lady pointed the way they came, “and a Justice and a Claire’s that way,” she pointed in the opposite direction. “I’m sure you’ll find them better suited to…clientele such as yourself.” “Go ahead,” Riley planted her feet and crossed her arms in mimicry of the older woman, “call security. They’ll confirm my ID is real and you’ll have to let us shop here.” “Riley?” Rei managed to quietly croak out from her tightening throat. Neither woman seemed to notice her. “And what do you think is going to happen to your little friend, hm?” The lady responded smugly. “You may be emancipated, but she’s a minor; do you think her parents will be happy to pick her up from mall security?” That clearly caught Riley off guard, her anger dropping for just a second before it came roaring back in defense of her friend, “just…fuck you, okay?” It was just too bad all of that anger was impotent, and Riley knew it. “Come on, let’s go find some place to shop where the employees aren’t all fucking cunts.” Then Riley turned on her heel and stomped off. Rei gave the older lady, who was positively fuming, an apologetic look, not because she felt bad about what Riley had said, but just…well, she wasn’t sure why. Then she hurried to follow after Riley. “I can’t believe that bitch,” Riley muttered when Rei had caught up to her. “We’ll find another store, okay?” “Hey, Riley?” “There’s like three other make-up stores in this mall, okay? Not all of them will be staffed by conservative old bitches.” “Yeah, but…” “I can’t believe she threatened to call security, what a bitch move.” “Hey, Riley, stop,” Rei reached out and grabbed Riley’s upper arm to get her attention. “Please, can we just go?” Riley turned to face Rei, and all the anger immediately went out of her. Rei was close to trembling, and her eyes were glassy with unshed tears. “Shit,” Riley said quietly, pulling Rei into a hug. “I’m sorry; I didn’t even think about how that affected you.” “It’s okay,” Rei hugged Riley back, burying her face in the soft fabric of Riley’s cardigan. “But…please, I just want to go home, okay?” “Yeah,” Riley said softly, “we’ll get you home.” Chapter Fourteen “So, is this your mom’s car?” Rei asked as they cruised down the street, wind whipping in through the open windows. Rei’s hair was put up in a messy bun to keep it from tangling; meanwhile, Riley’s hair whipped haphazardly around her face. “Nah,” Riley answered, “it’s mine.” “Oh, that’s really cool,” Rei couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. She didn’t even have her driver’s license anymore; under the Hayes Act, minor girls couldn’t have licenses. It was just one of the many perks of being emancipated. “Yeah, well, you know the grandfather clause in the Hayes Act?” Rei nodded. In a true grandfather clause, everyone who had already reached the age of majority would have stayed an adult; Rei would have stayed an adult. But the grandfather clause of the Hayes Act was…well…not quite so comprehensive. Girls who were twenty-four or older at the time of passage got to remain an adult; likewise, any girls who owned property in value of at least fifteen-thousand dollars got to remain an adult. “Well, after the Hayes Act got passed and my mom emancipated me, she thought that me owning property might be a layer of protection if they ever tightened the laws or something, you know? So, it was really important to her that I own my own car.” Rei chuckled, “it’s still pretty cool.” “Yeah,” Riley laughed, “I guess I just…sometimes I feel bad. I’m really lucky to have a mom like mine; I’m really lucky to be emancipated and stuff, and it makes me feel…guilty that other people don’t have that,” she glanced over to Rei. “Does that make sense?” It did make sense. Rei would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little jealous of Riley. And, yes, in part she was jealous because Riley was pretty and confident and effortlessly cool; but she was also jealous that Riley didn’t have to worry about getting moved to an extended high school program. Riley didn’t have to worry about getting spanked. Riley didn’t have to worry about any of the things Rei had suddenly found herself worried about. But that wasn’t Riley’s fault. Rei shrugged, “I get it, but, like…you shouldn’t feel bad or guilty. Like, you of all people, you know? You are using those privileges to help girls that don’t have them. And don’t get me wrong, like, you shouldn’t feel bad or guilty no matter what, ‘cause it’s not your fault, but I’m saying especially because of what you do to try to help people who don’t have those privileges? It’s really impressive, you know? I kind of look up to you, if I’m being honest.” “It’s not that impressive,” Riley waved her hand dismissively, “And certainly nothing to be admired for. But…what you’re saying makes sense. It’s just…” Riley stared at the road for a long moment before continuing, “I don’t think it can be logicked away; I don’t think it’s based in logic. And maybe Rebel is all just my attempt at soothing my guilt over it all. And, then there’s…” Riley sighed. “Well, nevermind that.” “No, what? You can tell me.” There had been a shift in the atmosphere of the car. Rei no longer found herself looking at confident, effortlessly cool Riley, founder of Rebel, she was looking at vulnerable, honest Riley, a girl who was as scared as everyone else. The significance of Riley letting her in like this wasn’t lost on Rei. “We’re friends, right?” And then there’s the fact that Riley was terrified of facing the consequences of her actions with Rebel. That was what Riley was going to say. That Rebel was a lot more fun when it was just her and a few others committing acts of vandalism, theft, and destruction of property. And, to be honest, sneaking into a Target after hours and slashing gouges through every pack of diapers designed for girls her age felt like it did more direct and immediate good than blowing up a building. Riley knew you couldn’t build a revolution on such small acts of defiance but they should be leaving the big things to groups with more funding and strength. Or was that just Riley’s fear talking? “It’s nothing, really,” Riley forced a smile. Rei felt that momentary vulnerability close. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sad, but she was thankful Riley had opened up to her at all. More importantly, Rei respected the boundary Riley was setting. “Okay,” she said, “but, if you ever change your mind, I’m happy to listen.” “You know,” Riley said, “you’re pretty cool.” Rei blushed so hot she thought she was going to catch on fire.

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

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-Three: Fastest Prize The following day, the two girls were woken up bright and early by Auntie tickling both of them. Sleep still in their eyes, they went downstairs. Again, like a sloth, to the table for breakfast. A bowl of cereal and some orange juice was set in front of each of the girls, and Katie was handed her pill. After breakfast was done, they were sent back upstairs to change. Auntie followed them to help the regressed girl with her bottom and help the girls get their dresses over their heads in the Curlformers. Stacy worked on putting the supplied white tights on while her friend's bottom was changed. Soon, Auntie helped the girls put a full petticoat over their huge heads, and Katie was putting her tights on while Auntie was busy with Stacy. Turning to the closet in the room, Auntie pulled out, what looked like to the regressed girl, brand new, matching dresses, except one was trimmed in pink, the other in light purple. Taking the pink one out of the clear dress shopping bag and removing the tags, she put it on Katie, then did the same with the other one with Stacy. After buttoning each of them up, she patted each of them on the bottom and told them to get downstairs so that she could work on their heads. Auntie started on Katie's head first, removing the bonnet, before removing the tubes, exposing a head of curly hair. After spraying the girl's head with a nice dose of hairspray, she tied a large pink bow in her niece's hair. She was soon repeating the same stuff with her daughter's head. Soon, Stacy spotted a bow that matched her dress. As Auntie was heading upstairs to join her husband in getting ready for church, Katie asked if and when she would see her Daddie. "He is meeting us at church, sweetie," was offered in reply. The two girls played quietly till it was time to leave for church. Auntie got out of the closet identical white knitted cardigan sweaters for both of the girls to put on. The little blended family then proceeded to head to the car to go to church. At the church, the girls and Auntie were dropped off before Stacy's father parked the car. As Katie walked into the church, she saw her Daddie standing around chatting with other church members with a cup of coffee in his hand. When he noticed her standing patiently by his side, he addressed her, "Hello Princess, did you have fun yesterday?" As he was chatting with her, he was helping her out of her cardigan. Katie started to excitedly tell him about her fun the previous day. When she was done describing her day, she was sent to keep herself occupied with Stacy. Soon, Daddie was ushering both the girls towards the Sanctuary, towards a pew that already had Auntie and Stacy's father in it. Later, after they were released to the children's church, Katie was happy that she was learning the way toward her Sunday classroom. When the small group of young grade school kids got to the classroom, they wondered why the teacher had a package of toilet paper on the table. Heather, who hadn't yet seen the two girls today, asked the matching girls, "Are you sure you two aren't two sisters?" Stacy gritted her teeth from laughing out loud because of being called a twin of her friend, who was actually over a decade older than her. Katie just shrugged and said, "Quite sure, though she makes an excellent sister," finishing with a smile towards Stacy. After sitting next to Stacy, Katie was handed a Halloween-themed coloring sheet. After a short Bible lesson, the children were asked to form groups of three. Stacy and Katie ended up in a group with another girl, whose name was Jennie. Each group was handed two rolls of TP and told to pick one person to be the mummy, and they had five minutes to wrap them with TP. Before it was even over, Jennie, who was the smallest of the three, was wearing both of the rolls. As the first ones being done, they won one of the candy prize categories. After they cleaned up the mess from the game, the children had a small snack before being released from the classroom. Katie led her friend back to their parents in the common room, where they were found with coffee cups in their hands, chatting to other members. Katie Ann let her Daddie know she was out of Sunday School before joining her friend on the bench to chat quietly. Soon, Daddie was escorting the two girls to the parking lot and dropping off Stacy at her parents' car. After strapping Katie in her seat, he started driving towards what she thought was home since she couldn't see her stuff in the back. Once they were home, they went up to Katie's room to change her into casual clothes. Once her bottom was dry, she was changed into a white long-sleeve dress. The dress had an attached black skirt and a black cat climbing out of a jack-o'lantern on the front of it. She then put on the black leggings Daddie had given her, and her socks and princess tennis shoes, while Daddie changed his clothes himself. She sat down on her bed to wait for him to finish while she looked around her room to kill her boredom. Something didn't look right. Something was different. Finally, it hit her. A giant teddy bear was looking at her from one of the turret window seats. Walking over to inspect it, she realized that it would be taller than her if it were standing. As she was looking at it, Daddie asked her, "Do you want to be inside that teddy bear again, Buttercup?" Realizing that was why it was larger than her, her face turned bright red, and she shook her head and said, "Not today, Daddie." "Good, the Bullards are expecting us for dinner," Daddie mentioned as he changed her bow to an orange bow before he led her next door for dinner. During the dinner, the girls were asked if they were ready to carve their pumpkins after dinner. That question caused the group to be rewarded with two excited girls. After Stacy's Daddie had cleaned out the insides of both pumpkins after dinner, the girls, with a painting smock on to protect their clothes, were handed a kid-safe pumpkin carver. They were told to have fun carving their pumpkin. Katie decided to go with a traditional face on the pumpkin, especially after she tried to make the first cut. She jokingly tried asking for a real knife, but both her Daddie, who was supervising her, and Auntie, who was supervising Stacy, refused to provide one. Stacy's Daddie, on the other hand, behind the camera, just chuckled at the two girl's struggles. After the pumpkin carving was done, it was time for Katie to get back to college. The two girls hugged goodbye, and Daddie carried her pumpkin home and set it next to the front door. Daddie led her to the Escalade. Then Daddie helped her in her child seat in the car before strapping her in with the five-point harness. She strained to watch him go to the house and get her stuff out of the house and put them in the back. Sick of having a crick in her neck, she turned to the ever-present bag of activities next to her and saw that the latest Disney Princess magazine was in it. She grabbed it and a crayon, and got comfortable for the hour or so ride to college. She briefly looked up from the story she was reading in it to notice they were on the move. Before long, Daddie was parking his Escalade in front of her dorm before coming over to let her out of her child's seat. Helping her out of the vehicle, they went to the hatch. He handed her the homework bag while he took her clean laundry and set her car bag that he was holding on top of it before closing the back. Together, they walked up the stairs to the third floor before walking into the cluster. Katie Ann tried her door, and she found it locked. While she was digging her keys out of her bag, Tiff greeted her with, "Hello, little sister," while smiling at her hair in curls and an orange bow. Katie Ann smiled back at Tiff while struggling to unlock her door. After she finally got her door open, she let her Daddie in first before following him. He had put her laundry basket on her bed, and she set the heavy backpack next to it. Bending down to hug the little girl, Daddie told her, "See you in two weeks. You will also spend Halloween with me." Nodding, she said, "See you in two weeks." Watching him depart, she set to work putting her laundry and a fresh supply of pull-ups away after setting the activities on her bed. Turning to her homework bag, she set that by her desk before digging out the library book from the bag on her bed. Seeing Tiff was in the common room, Katie leaned against her like she was a pillow before cracking open 'On the Banks of Plum Creek.' The older girl's reaction was to put her arm around the little girl. "Have an enjoyable time with your Daddie this weekend?" the ever-watchful big sister inquired. "Yes, Friday homework; I went with Stacy to a corn maze and picked out a pumpkin on Saturday, today church as usual," was the answer before she returned to her book.

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.

In desperation Daniel looks for a way out... To his shock, he finds one. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my subscribers and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my subscription sites ❤️ https://subscribestar.adult/elfy https://reamstories.com/elfy --- Daniel awoke with a start. He wondered for a second what had suddenly disturbed him but when he felt a pressure in his bladder it quickly became clear. The crib’s bars were still raised and Daniel used them to pull himself up on to his knees. The diaper crinkled invitingly between his legs. He didn’t want to wet himself but he didn’t think he had much choice. With a resigned sigh Daniel closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles. There was but a moment of hesitation before the floodgates opened up. He held his breath almost subconsciously as the warmth of his urine splashed around the padding. The pee soaked into the diaper and quickly started spreading up the front and round towards the back. So filled with liquid Daniel worried that the diaper might leak as he seemed to wet without ending. He shivered as he felt the stream slow and stop, there were a few last spurts before it felt like he was finished. Reaching down with a hand Daniel cupped the bottom of his diaper. The heat seemed to radiate out at a level that he was surprised he wasn’t scolding himself inside. Daniel finally let out the breath he seemed to have been holding forever, his heart hammered and Daniel had to try and calm himself down. There was no way to tell how long Daniel had been in the room nor how much longer he would have to remain before he was let out. He slumped back down and felt the recently warmed diaper press up against him. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world physically but mentally it was awful. Daniel laid back down. He wouldn’t be able to go anywhere until Emmy came back so he was stuck there regardless of whether he was tired or not. His mind turned back to his escape attempt. Daniel had to hope the front door hadn’t been locked but that would be irrelevant if he couldn’t find a way out of the crib. The bars towered over him and seemed unclimbable but there had to be another way out. Sitting back up Daniel tried each and every bar on every side of the crib but they were all as sturdy as each other. Looking around Daniel could see that climbing over the top and dropping to the floor without alerting Emmy would be almost impossible, he couldn’t go through the bars either. So if he couldn’t go over or through that left the young man with one other option. Daniel looked down at the mattress with a frown. He scurried to the corner and tried to pull the edge up. It was difficult but he was able to get the springy mattress up enough to see underneath. His heart leapt as he looked down at a set of regular wooden bed slats. That was his way out! As Daniel stared in delight at his key to escape he heard heavy footsteps approaching the door. He quickly let go of the mattress and let it drop back into place. He laid down with his head on the pillows just as the door opened. He did the only thing he could think of to seem as innocent as possible, he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Daniel prayed his act was fooling his giant cousin as the footsteps approached the bed. There was a silent pause that was almost too much for him to take, when he felt a hand suddenly press against his diaper he, by some miracle, managed to suppress the urge to jump. “Oh, baby, you wet the bed!” Emmy said excitedly. Daniel made a show of stirring and waking up. He could see Emmy’s beaming face as she pressed the hot padding against his body. Belatedly he realised that by pretending to still be asleep Emmy had assumed he hadn’t woken up to wet himself. The thought of doing something so humiliating made Daniel want to correct her but he didn’t dare, the more helpless Emmy thought he was the better his chance to escape. “And you kept your pacifier in for your whole nap. You really are trying to impress me!” Emmy said as the bars of the crib came rattling down. --- The rest of the evening passed in the same way the previous ones had done. Daniel was fed dinner whilst sitting on Emmy’s knees. His pacifier was plucked out of his mouth and replaced with a bottle of milk which thankfully didn’t taste strange. He was then spoon fed what could only be described as baby food. After dinner he was taken into the living room and sat on the couch forcibly snuggled up with Emmy as she watched television. Daniel’s mind was elsewhere, he couldn’t stop thinking about the escape attempt to come. Fortunately Emmy didn’t question why Daniel was so distracted, in fact she seemed to welcome it. Daniel just looked at the television and sucked his pacifier, he was torn between excitement to get out and nervousness about the attempt. It felt like time dragged on and on before Daniel was finally lifted on the couch by Emmy. “Time for beddy-byes for this little baby boy.” Emmy said in a sing-song way, “Right after we change that wet diaper.” Daniel frowned. He wriggled slightly and gasped as he realised he had indeed wet his diaper. He couldn’t remember if he had done it on purpose or not, he had been so distracted with his escape plans that he hadn’t really paid attention. If anything was going to further his desire to get out it was a scare like this, if wetting himself had become normal to the point where he barely noticed it he had to get out as soon as possible. On the changing table Daniel was laid down and his diaper opened up. Emmy hummed happily as she pulled out some wipes and cleaned Daniel up. The young man was pleased when Emmy didn’t try to masturbate him or attach the vibrator, it was a relief when the new diaper as taped closed. Daniel was put into a dark blue onesie that was decorated with stars and crescent moons all over. “Have a good night, baby.” Emmy said as she raised the side of the crib and locked it in place. Daniel chewed on the pacifier and rolled over to face away from his cousin. He heard her leave the room and the door get pulled closed. He heard Emmy going back downstairs and took a deep breath, it was time to wait. He didn’t want to try and get out of the crib until Emmy went to sleep and Daniel was sure he would have a real chance. It was an anxious wait. Daniel listened out for any and all movement from downstairs but it just wasn’t coming. He had to fight off sleep and it was just as he thought about giving up that he finally heard the heavy footfalls of Emmy coming up the stairs. With his heart in his mouth Daniel waited until his cousin walked down the landing and into her bedroom. He waited for what he assumed was fifteen minutes and then took a deep breath. Daniel rolled on to his front and then crawled to the corner of the mattress. He pulled up the edge and squeezed between the edge of the mattress and the bars of the crib. The wooden slats underneath were loosely placed and Daniel started sliding them together creating a small gap. Daniel grunted as he worked his way over until he was holding the mattress above his head. Once he dropped underneath the bed he would have to commit to the escape, there would be no going back. “Here goes nothing.” Daniel muttered around his pacifier as he lowered himself down. It was dark and dusty under the bed but as Daniel lowered himself down he could feel the freedom calling out to him. He crawled across the bedroom floor quickly, one of the benefits to staying on all fours was it made his movement a lot stealthier. The only noise he made was a soft crinkling from his waist. He couldn’t reach the handle to the closet so couldn’t get his bag, he would have to continue as he was. Daniel reached the bedroom door and saw it had been left unlatched. He finally felt like he was getting a little bit of luck as he slowly opened the door. The landing was dark, there didn’t appear to be a light on in the whole house, not even in Emmy’s bedroom. Daniel realised he was biting the latex bulb of his pacifier really hard, he was surprised he hadn’t chewed right through it. The stairs were the next obstacle for Daniel. He stood at the top and looked down, it felt like a mountain that he had to climb down. He slowly started to lower himself down the first giant step. It was difficult to do it without making noise but he slowly worked down one step at a time. He didn’t care if it took most of the night as long as he wasn’t found out. By the time Daniel reached the bottom of the stairs he was out of breath and sweating. His thin onesie stuck against his skin as he paused briefly to catch his breath. As he leaned against the wall he relaxed his bladder without a second thought and wet his diaper. As the warmth flooded around his crotch he shivered, he closed his eyes and waited for the flow to stop. He justified his accident by saying he would find it easier to escape if he wasn’t totally uncomfortable. Daniel tip-toed across to the front door and looked up. In the darkness it was impossible to see whether the latch had been placed on the door, Daniel could only pray it had slipped Emmy’s attention. Daniel looked around and saw a tall table against the wall. He pulled it over towards the door as quietly as possible, every time one of the legs scraped on the floor he stopped and winced expecting the light to come on and Emmy to come down. “OK… OK…” Daniel repeated to himself under his breath. Freedom was so close he could taste it. With a little difficulty Daniel got on top of the table and stood up on shaky legs. He put both his hands on the giant door handle and twisted. With bated breath he turned the knob and prayed. There was a click and the door opened a crack allowing the cool night air to come in through the crack. Daniel could hardly believe it, he pushed the door open fully and saw the outside world. “Concentrate.” Daniel whispered around his pacifier. This wasn’t the time to make a stupid mistake and give himself away. As carefully as Daniel climbed on to the table he now lowered himself back to the floor. He slowly pushed the table back against the wall and then stepped out on to the porch. He had to stop himself just running away instantly, he took hold of the edge of the door and slowly swung it closed. Every second he remained missing would help him. Daniel heard a click as the door closed fully. This was it. He was now free of Emmy and the madness of the house. He didn’t care that he was dressed in such an embarrassing way, he needed to flag down the first car he saw to get him out of here and could worry about explaining things later. He would ask to be taken to the police station, Emmy clearly needed help. In the quiet of the night the crinkling of Daniel’s diaper seemed even louder. He walked to the end of the garden path and opened the gate, the road outside the house stretched out in both directions but there was no sign of any people. That didn’t deter Daniel though, he was free of Emmy’s long reach and he would walk all the way home if he had to. Just the thought of his own bed was enough to make him smile broadly. Daniel started jogging away from Emmy’s house. He quickly found that this was going to be even harder than it looked. Daniel didn’t have any shoes or even socks on his feet and after just a couple of steps he realised what a problem that would be as a stone poked into the bottom of his foot. It didn’t matter, he had to put as much distance between himself and the house as possible. Daniel headed away from the shops he had been taken to earlier in the day. He assumed that if Emmy discovered he was gone she would think he would go the way he knew, besides there hadn’t been many houses down that way. The road was long, straight and almost completely silent. Daniel slowed to a walk as he looked behind him, the house was a tiny speck in the distance. He chewed on his pacifier as he contemplated his next move before belatedly realising he still had the paci in. He spat it out, it was attached to his onesie so it dropped down and bounced against his belly. Whatever, it could stay there, it wasn’t like the rest of his outfit was any better. Daniel wasn’t sure how long he had been walking for or how much ground he had covered when he finally saw a light in the distance. He felt his heart soar, this was his escape. A person who could hide him, a phone he could use to call the authorities and a way to go back home. He could’ve started dancing! Daniel hurried to towards the light and saw that it was a large house that was similarly proportioned to Emmy’s. He finally slowed down as he reached the bottom of the porch steps. There was a sign next to the door announcing the building to be a bed and breakfast. He took several deep breaths, he expected there to be a lot of humiliation at first but he would have to endure that for the greater good. Knock. Knock. Knock. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1187830 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/e30ecf6c-600c-4507-824e-1ee29565d38f

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! I most likely won't have a third bonus chapter this week. After this week I'm hoping to get into a bit more serious of a rhythm of writing again. I'm working on Chapter 108 right now, so I definitely will make it to a full year of posting every week here a few weeks! (First time I've not had a bit of downtime at least at some point!) Thanks again for reading my works! Please consider purchasing a copy of my completed works from Amazon if you enjoy them! Having a small source of extra income there helps me keep the spare time to write for you all! https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia

Maybe because I can't smell very well, I just don't smell it or I just don't remember. I spent a summer in Arizona working as a ramp agent at an airport. I worked nights, helping park the planes, get the passages and luggage off and clean the inside of the plane and empty the septic tank and refill it with what we call blue juice, which is water and some blue pods that turns the water blue. I'm sure they explained what it all was, but I don't remember it. The job no one wanted was the septic tank because how bad it smelled, even though it was the easiest job. Good thing for, I couldn't smell it. Sometimes I'd get a bad oder, but it wasn't intolerable. So I volunteered every day. My nickname ended up becoming The Lav Guy/Man. One day I had worked 4 hours before my normal shift and I was put down to do the septic tank. When my normal shift started, I was put down to do it again. An hour or two in my supervisor apparently found out I had done that on the previous shift and came and asked why I didn't tell him, he'd have asked for volunteers. I said, why? He wouldn't get any and I'd still end up volunteering and doing it. Besides, for me it was easy without the any drawbacks lol.

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Sometimes many years later you just have to buy that favorite item you had as a kid. I've done it several times and thank God for places like EBAY and people who took great care of their things all their lives who now want to part with them. Life is too short, especially the older we get not to splurge now and then on something that brings back fond memories of our childhood.

Is that referring to your gun or your diaper?

When my ex wife was lactating after our son was born, I tried her breastmilk from the source. I liked it. Sadly she felt it was weird so she only let me try it a couple of times. Then again, the smell she gave off when she was in the mood was so amazing and oddly strong considering I don't smell things as well as normal people. It would get me going from across the room. After around 12 years since the divorce, I've yet to be with a woman like that. Not that I've actually been with many, just 3 since her. One was a one night stand, the other was a three way with a buddy of mine and his girlfriend and the third I was in a 2 year relationship with. But I'd give anything, even my soul, to be with a woman like that again. It felt magical. Just wish I realized that at the time.

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It will be interesting how they would handle a breast feeding scene, I have yet to encounter an amazon girl that resist a little all a while. If either Beth or Connor put their mouth on the brest and get even a drop that could be trouble, look what happened to Cameron after making out with Addison.😏

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I woke up about 20 minutes ago because I was getting a contraction. The poop started filling my overnight diaper after about 5 seconds. The initial poop was fairly solid followed by a large amount of soft poop. My intestines are now rumbling and I just had a diarrhea mudslide and believe there is more diarrhea coming soon. I will be keeping this diaper on for a while longer to make sure I am finished pooping before I change. Looks like it might be a multiple messy diaper day today. I will know more later on.

All Hortensia could do when she opened her eyes was cry. She couldn’t move. The pain was intolerable. She had tried to sit up, but it felt like everything was ripping open inside her. She could feel something warm and thicker than urine sliding in between her butt cheeks. Blood. Fear gripped her. All she could picture was a nappy full of gore. They had tried to hide it from her, but she had seen. It had bled a lot when she had scratched the odd lump she found open a couple of nights ago as well. “Miss Honey!” She cried out. Her voice had a panicked whine she didn’t recognize. Miss Honey bolted up, took one look at her face and lunged for the pill bottle. “Water…water…I’ll get you some more.” She ran to the bathroom and came back with a little cup. Hortensia raised herself to her elbows and swallowed the pill down. “It broke open! I’m bleeding!!” she cried. Miss Honey ripped the blankets off her and yanked the nappy open in the back before letting it slide back into place. “You’re okay, sweetheart.” Miss Honey said softly behind her head. “You’re not bleeding anymore.” “But I can feel it! It opened up when I tried to move!” “It’s not blood, it’s alright. You’re okay.” It’s not blood. It wasn’t, there’s nothing there. “Were you able to get any sleep?” The woman's hand had begun stroking her hair. Hortensia shook her head, too busy trying to fight back down the frightened tears to answer. She must have dozed off at one point because Miss Honey had no longer been reading to her, but had been asleep beside her. Most of Hortensia’s night had been spent listening to Miss Honey talk in her sleep. In any other circumstance it would have been amusing. Matilda hadn’t been kidding. You really could have a whole conversation with her in her sleep. “I’m sorry.” The hand that had been running through her hair was yanked away. “I promised I wouldn’t push myself on you and here I am doing just that.” “Do I have to go to school today?” Hortensia asked into the pillow. “It really hurts!” “No, honey, don’t worry about school right now. You need time to heal.” Hortensia let out a relieved breath. She had been dreading school all night. How could she be expected to sit still in a hard plastic chair all day? She could hardly push herself up. “Do you want to try getting up?” She did not. She shook her head and closed her eyes. “You need to get cleaned up sweetheart, you can’t stay like that. It will only make it hurt worse.” Hortensia grimaced and pulled the blanket up over her head. “Tell you what, let me go say good morning to everyone and call the school. Then I’ll come back and we’ll get you in the shower. How’s that sound? It’ll give you a chance to get your bearings a bit before we get you on your feet.” Hortensia grunted in acknowledgement. Anything so she could go back to sleep. “Don’t fall asleep; I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Sure. Sure. “Tens, sweetheart. It’s time to get up.” The blanket was pulled off her. Hortensia’s eyes slowly opened. “You don’t want a rash on top of everything else.” Psh. A rash. What was a rash compared to everything else? “Give me your hand. We’ll take it nice and slow.” Reluctantly, she grabbed for Miss Honey’s offered arm and pulled herself into a sitting position. “That’s it. How do you feel?” “Dizzy.” Hortensia mumbled. The infernal burning had turned into a dull ache. “Hold onto my arm, you’re almost up. Take your time.” As Hortensia was making her way to her feet, she was aware of more warmth accompanied by a faint noise, like a wet gurgle. She could feel the color draining from her face. She let out a strangled cry. Miss Honey’s eyes darted left and right, searching for the source until they finally fell on her. “Are you sure it’s not blood?” Hortensia asked in a small shaky voice. “It happened when I tried to get up.” “Doctor said that could happen if you strain.” Miss Honey said gently. “I wasn’t pushing it out!” “No, not straining to go, but straining your body, like if you cough or sneeze. The muscle in charge of keeping everything… contained needs a bit of R and R and is taking a little break. I know it’s out of your control right now.” “I can’t go to school like this!” “I told you not to worry about school. One thing at a time.” She was led by the arm into the bathroom where Miss Honey turned on the faucet. She stared at her for a moment as she shuffled around. “Do you think you’ll need any help?” Hortensia remained silent. It was a simple question, but she couldn’t get herself to say no. Her mind had gone blank. She didn’t want to make a decision or answer any questions, she just wanted to go back to bed. “Tens?” She could feel her eyes begin to well with tears. “It’s alright, honey, let me help you.” “I want to lie down.” Her body felt heavy and sluggish, like she was moving underwater. She felt her shirt get lifted over her head, leaving her standing naked except for the soiled nappy. “Soon. You don’t have to take a full shower, I’m just going to rinse you off. It’ll be real quick. See? Look at this.” Miss Honey eagerly pulled the shower head off the holder. “They make detachable ones now!” “Yeah,” Hortensia mumbled as Miss Honey let it dangle on its cord. “We had one at the house. I had to hose Matilda down with it.” “Hmm, maybe we should get Matilda to come clean you up, seems only fair.” “No!” “I’m only joking.” Miss Honey said gently. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” Hortensia watched her dig around in a couple cabinets before tearing a plastic bag off a roll. “Go on and step in.” She clung to Miss Honey’s arm for balance as she slowly lifted a leg over the rim of the tub before repeating the process, wincing with pain as she did so. Miss Honey held the bag open in front of her. Hortensia stared at it, then up at the woman who flashed her a sympathetic smile. “For the nappy.” Hortensia reached for the tabs and froze. Another gory image crossed her mind. Panic welled within her and she shut her eyes, sure now more than ever Miss Honey had lied to her. Her throat constricted with emotion. “Do you want me to do it?” Hortensia nodded her head, eyes still shut tight. She heard the crinkle and rip of the tabs. “Oh, this isn’t bad.” “Is there blood?” “Is that what you're afraid of?” “I’m not scared.” Hortensia said, though her voice came out sounding meek and fearful. “There’s a little bit, but it’s nothing like it was.” Miss Honey said. “Do you want to see?” Hortensia shook her head. She could hear crinkling plastic before feeling warm water begin to spray at her waist. “Does the water feel okay? It’s not too hot or cold?” “It’s fine.” Hortensia mumbled. Miss Honey turned her this way and that, but Hortensia still refused to open her eyes. “Do you want to try going potty?” Hortensia thought of the toilet, imagined sitting on it, imagined organs coming out. “No.” she whimpered. She was starting not to care if Miss Honey thought she was being childish. She wished her curiosity hadn’t gotten the best of her when Miss Honey collapsed. She had nearly lost it herself. She had even puked all down the front of her gown. “Are you sure? You were dry. You must need to pee.” She did. The running water wasn’t helping. She let out another scared whimper and nodded. “That’s what I thought. I’ll dry you off and you can sit on the toilet for a bit.” She adamantly shook her head. That would make her organs come out easier. “Are you hurting too much for that?” She nodded. It wasn’t a complete lie. It did hurt, but the pill had kicked in now. It didn’t eliminate the pain, but it took the edge off, made her feel less like she had taken a jagged knife up her arse and more like she had had the biggest, dryest shit of her life. “It’s alright, you can pee there, just, can you turn to the side and squat down? I don’t trust that booty of yours. Hold on to the railing with your other hand. That’s it. You can open your eyes, there’s nothing to be afraid of, sweetheart.” Hortensia shook her head again and slowly lowered herself down sobbing as she did so. She had only meant to pee, but her back end had relaxed as well and she could feel it burning as it exited her. Hot blood. She began to sob harder. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” Miss Honey kept whispering. “It’s only liquid. You’re not hurting anything. Go on and let anything that needs to come out, come out.” She was too afraid to push. What if a piece of her was only hanging by a thread? What if that was all it took? What if she started pooping out an intestine? She had to feel herself just to be sure nothing was hanging out, letting out a hiss of regret. “No, no. Don’t touch. Try and keep your hands off. I know it’s hard when you know you’re not supposed to.” Hortensia slowly opened her eyes and stared up at her. “There’s those pretty blue eyes. It’s okay. Are you all done?” Hortensia nodded and pulled herself up. Miss Honey rinsed her off with the shower head one more time before shutting off the water. She dried her off with frantic speed and led her back to the bedroom. Probably afraid I’m going to shit on the floor, Hortensia thought. Yep. She was pulling out another nappy and motioning for her to lie down. The other ones were better, she mused. These reminded her of hospitals and old folks' homes. What was that word Matilda used to describe old people? Geriatric. “Do you want to put your medicine on, or do you want me to do it?” Hortensia motioned for her to do it and closed her eyes. Bed. Her eyes popped open as Miss Honey began applying something cold somewhere she was just told not to touch. She’d do it herself next time. “This is Lidocaine, it’s going to help take away some of that burn.” She felt the sprinkle of powder before the sides came up. Now she could go back to sleep. “Do you want to come downstairs or do you want to sleep?” Hortensia slowly rolled over into her sleeping position. “Sleep.” she said into the pillow. There was added weight to the mattress as Miss Honey sat down beside her. She opened her eyes and stared up at her. “Can I ask what’s scaring you at this moment?” Miss Honey asked. “It’s dumb.” “I very much doubt it's dumb if it got you this worked up.” “I-I keep thinking it’s blood and intestines coming out.” Hortensia admitted. “I saw, last night, after you fell.” “Oh, sweetheart, no, that’s not dumb. That scared me too. And when you said you thought it had opened up and was bleeding… I’ve never been so happy to look down a child's pants and see poo.” Miss Honey said with a smile. Hortensia let out something between a laugh and a sob. “If it makes you feel any better I don’t think...” Matilda wandered into the room. “You can poop out your intestines.” she finished. Matilda stared at them with a look that said what conversation did I just walk into? “Your butt hole can turn inside out.” Matilda offered. “It’s called a prolapsed anus.” “Matilda!” Miss Honey hissed. “Not the time!” “You’re the one talking about pooping out organs! And it’s not like we're eating.” Miss Honey sighed and shook her head before whispering, “Get some sleep. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” … Jennifer was about to ask Matilda how her night was when Hazel appeared at the landing. “Daddy’s making breakfast.” She screamed up the stairs. Jennifer winced. Too early. How could such small kids yell so loud? Breakfast was a sweet gesture, but Jennifer didn’t think she could eat. Her stomach was still churning after dealing with Hortensia. She was proud of herself for not gagging in front of her. It wasn’t Tens’s fault Jennifer was squeamish. She sighed. She survived her first poopy nappy, she just didn’t think it would be for a pre-teen. “I’m not hungry, but thank you.” She said when she sat down at the kitchen table. Brian was at the stove making everyone pancakes. “How is she?” He asked. Jennifer put her head in her hands and shook it. She was so terrified of seeing blood she kept her eyes shut and cried the entire time. Her throat constricted. “She’s overwhelmed.” Jennifer managed to croak out. Brian sat back down at the table and let out a heavy sigh. “I couldn’t stop thinking about Hazel last night.” Brian said softly. “Who am I letting around her? Do I really know them? It wasn’t just The Neighbors, it was her moms best friends.” I’ve had to rely on people to watch her a lot this year. To think it was the person you trusted the most.” “I suppose that's why Eve’s pointing the finger at you, easier to believe it's a stranger.” “Pointing the finger about what?” Matilda asked. Jennifer went quiet. Little ears were listening. “About what?” Matilda asked again, more frustrated. She didn’t like being treated like a child. But this wasn’t something she was going to share with the kids. “Eve thinks she picked something up while she was staying with us.” Jennifer said. “But I think she picked it up from the neighbors. If she picked it up there, that means she gets to live with us.” “But what if she got sick here?” Hazel asked. Her eyes locked with Brian’s. “Then someone’s going to die.” She said softly. Brian chuckled nervously. “I believe it. You were pretty angry last night.” They could hurt her, but touch her children and there would be hell to pay. “But don’t worry, we know she didn’t get sick here, because the test shows she has had a history of getting sick at home.” “That’s sad.” Brian said. Matilda wrinkled her nose. “Is this what’s been making her poop her pants? Your room smelled like a barn.” Jennifer scowled as the girls giggled. “Matilda, I need you to be mature about this.” She never thought she’d be telling Matilda to be more mature. “Tens is very sick and can’t help it. She needs our love and support right now.” “Okay.” Matilda mumbled. “And whatever happened between you two. I need you to let it go.” Matilda remained silent. “I’m serious. She really needs a friend right now.” “Fine.” Matilda grumbled. "Do you think Hortensia will want any pancakes?” Brian asked. “Oh, no, she’s slee-” “Yeah.” Jennifer snapped her head up to find Hortensia standing in the kitchen entrance wearing a very mismatched skirt and blouse from her closet. “What are you wearing?” Matilda giggled. “I don’t have any clothes.” Hortensia said. “I’m not coming down naked, so I guess I’m a teacher today.” “A blind teacher.” Matilda giggled. Jennifer was surprised she had come down at all. She looked wobbly on her feet, with a glazed look in her eyes. “I thought you wanted to sleep.” she jumped up and offered her her seat. Hortensia slowly eased herself down. Jennifer heard a soft crinkle and breathed a sigh of relief. That was her favorite skirt. “I heard there was food. I’m starving.” Hortensia mumbled. “Haven’t eaten since yesterday.” “Yeah, that’s how breakfast works.” Matilda snorted. “Of course you’d come down for food.” “Meant lunch.” She sat hunched over, eyes closed, head held up by her palm. “It’s hard to talk.” “You can take my seat.” Brian said, returning to the stove. “How many would you like? Three? Four?” “One.” Hortensia said. “I thought you said you were starving?” Matilda scoffed. Jennifer frowned with concern. She had seen Hortensia eat. She had been feeding her all summer. It was like feeding a horse. “Are you sure you only want one?” she asked. Hortensia nodded. “How about two? Do you think you could eat two?” Hortensia shrugged. “Two it is.” Brian said. “Jenny?” “Fine, I'll eat one.” “Two it is.” Brian repeated. When he set a plate of them down in front of her she nearly gagged. They had large brown spots all over them. Not the best morning for chocolate chips. “They're good!” Matilda exclaimed. And they were. Jennifer set her fork down with a groan. “I haven’t had this much sugar for breakfast since the time Matilda tried to roofie us.” Jennifer said. “Umm, what?” Brian asked. “You know, when she mixed in those edibles. I told you the story.” Brian’s lips creased into a tight line as he avoided eye contact. “That’s not what ‘roofie’ means.” He whispered the rest in her ear. Nope. Nope. That’s not what happened. But there was something about that… Her vision began to swim. He was handing her a flask, telling her to drink it. “It’ll help you relax. It’ll hurt if you don’t relax.” “No, please don’t!” He grabbed her by the back of her hair and pulled her head up. He began to pour something like extra bitter grape juice in her mouth. She swallowed it down and choked. “I just wanted you to get me out!” she cried as she backed up as far as she could away from him. “I’ll get you out, I just want a small favor first.” “Jenny?” Brian asked. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I just ate too much.” Jennifer said. “I think I need to sit on the couch for a bit.” She looked over at Hortensia’s plate. She had barely eaten. “Did you not like them?” “You nearly licked the batter bowl last time I made these.” Brian said. “Wasn’t hungry after all.” Hortensia mumbled. “Do you want to go back up stairs?” Jennifer asked. Hortensia shook her head. She looked like she was going to drop. “Do you want to come sit on the couch with me?” Hortensia nodded. “Yeah, let’s go sit down.” She grabbed her lightly from under the arms and helped her to her feet. “Why are you making that face?” Matilda asked. “Cause it hurts.” Hortensia grumbled. “I thought you were sick.” Matilda scowled. “Matilda, can you get the dishes, please.” Jennifer asked to distract her. “Can I use my powers?” “Yes, fine.” Matilda let out a woop and dishes began to fly. “That never gets old.” Brian said. “It does.” Several voices said at once. Jennifer stopped in her tracks. Her living room was full of ghosts. Jacob, Amber, Billy, and three boys she didn’t recognize. They all stared at her expectantly, in various stages of thereness. All the boys were transparent, but both Billy and Jacob seemed to be barely visible, almost blinking in and out of existence. The only one who seemed the most whole was Amber. Jennifer wondered if it was because she was the most recent. Had time taken away the other's lifeforce? “It’s a little crowded here.” Jennifer mumbled. “What?” Matilda asked. She looked around the room. “There’s no one here.” Her face fell. “Are you telling me to leave?” “No. No, sweetheart, you’re fine. Why don’t you put on a movie for Tens. Something happy.” They had been collecting more and more family friendly VHS tapes from yard sales. Didn’t want another episode of walking in on the kids watching Silence of the Lambs again. She had had to explain to Hazel it wasn’t actually about baby sheep. Matilda had been sent to her room for putting it on knowing full well it was not a farm movie like Babe or Charlotte's Web. “Land Before Time?” Matilda suggested. “That’s not happy.” Hortensia mumbled. “Not Littlefoot's mom. That makes me cry.” Hazel said. Matilda’s face paled. Of all the movies she could have picked… Jennifer dug through her stack of videos. Fox and the Hound? No, not the scene of Todd being left in the forest. Charlotte’s Web? No, she dies and the babies leave him. The Never Ending Story? That gave Matilda nightmares about horses for weeks. Homeward Bound, Forrest Gump, Air Bud. Why were all these so depressing? “The Princess Bride, Hook or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?” “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!” Hazel exclaimed, jumping up and down as she karate chopped the air. “Hey! Settle down!” Brian said, walking in from the kitchen. “Let Hortensia pick since she’s not feeling well.” “Nightmare.” Was all Hortensia had managed to get out. Nightmare Before Christmas it is, Jennifer thought, looking for the case amongst the pile she had amassed over the summer. She looked down and groaned. “Girls, you need to rewind the tapes after you finish watching them.” She slipped out Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, but that too was unwound. She slipped it in the VCR just in case she got it backwards, but the credits popped up on the screen when she hit Play. Matilda bent and picked up The Nightmare Before Christmas. “Race you.” she said, gripping the tape in both hands. “Let’s see who's faster, the VCR or me.” Jennifer’s eyes flickered to the eager faces, both living and dead. She hit rewind. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles won by a landslide. Matilda couldn’t use her powers without moving her eyes. They kept going round and round with the tape. Hazel, Matilda and four dead boys sat on the floor in front of the telly. “You can stretch out on the couch if that’s easier for you.” Jennifer said, taking a seat on the couch. “If you put your head in my lap you can lay down.” Hortensia seemed to weigh her options before slowly easing herself down. “There you go.” The girl leaned against her shoulder, but seemingly ran out of gas and stopped. It didn’t look very comfortable, so Jennifer re-positioned her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder so that she was cradling her against her chest. Hortensia’s eyes had closed and within minutes, she had fallen asleep in her arms. She absentmindedly brushed her fingers through Hortensia’s hair as she studied her features. She thought of the girl trembling in fear in her bathtub and sighed. Matilda had gotten bored with the movie and had wandered away, Brian was asleep in the armchair, but Hazel and the ghosts were watching intently. Amber was sitting on the arm of the chair beside him staring longingly at her daughter. It was the first time Jennifer had seen her not preoccupied with the only two living people who could interact with her. She was different from the other ghosts, she was still non corporeal, but she could interact with objects and touch her while the others could not. “Hey, Hazel.” Jennifer said. The girl bent her head backwards to look up at her. “Why don’t you go get in your daddy's lap.” The little girl stood and catapulted herself into Brian. Not quite what she had meant. Jennifer winced as Brian let out a startled cry of pain, but she couldn’t keep the amused grin off her face. “Hi,” Brian said. Hazel was giggling but suddenly stopped. “It got cold all of a sudden. Is the AC on?” He asked. Jennifer shook her head. Amber was trying to hold them both. His face suddenly fell. “Is it okay that she’s getting into that stuff?” Jennifer looked away from the bittersweet scene and followed his gaze. Matilda was sitting cross legged on the floor going through the contents of a bag. Hortensia’s hospital bag. She was reading through the after visit summary. “Matilda! Get out of there!” Jennifer shouted, but the look on the girl's face told her it was too late. She had already seen. “That’s not a stomach virus.” Matilda said. “No, it’s not.” Jennifer said softly. “Get out of that stuff, come sit with us.” “What-” Matilda started to ask, but Jennifer put a finger to her lips and pointed at Tens, who was fast asleep in her arms. Matilda stared at the two of them for a long time. “Does this bother you?” Jennifer asked. Matilda was silent for a moment before shaking her head. Jennifer scooted over as much as she could leaving a small gap between her and the armrest. She patted the spot, Matilda stared at her for a moment before laughing. “I’m not going to fit.” But she climbed up anyway and made herself fit. Jennifer put an arm around her and held both girls tightly against her chest. “How?” Matilda whispered. “I don’t know.” Jennifer whispered back. “Hasn’t she said?” “Let’s not talk about this.” Jennifer said. Brian stretched before meeting her eyes. “I’m going to do that test today.” Brian announced. “Would it be too much trouble to leave Hazel here with you? I know you have your hands full.” “Not at all.” Jennifer said. “What test? I like tests.” Matilda said. “Only you.” Hortensia mumbled, eyes still shut tight. “I don’t think you’d like this test.” Brian said. “It’s a medical test.” “Oh.” Matilda said.. “Do you really have to stick a q-tip in your ure-” “Okay, no more of that topic.” Jennifer said. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you read Carol’s old textbooks.” “Yeah, that…that’s umm…” Brian scratched at his head before shuddering again. “Unsettling.” he mumbled. “I like knowing stuff.” Matilda said with a shrug. “I know you do, but it’s a very inappropriate topic for you to be spouting off about.” Jennifer said. “Especially at your age, and in front of the other children.” She waved her hand amongst the sea of confused faces. “Hazel is a child, not children.” Matilda said. “Remember what I told you about keeping topics age appropriate.” Matilda rolled her eyes. “And not asking Brian inappropriately personal questions.” “Fine.” Matilda grumbled. “I think it’s a blood test.” Brian said before adding. “I hope.” His eyes darted from Jennifer to Hortensia. “Is that what they stole my blood for?” Hortensia mumbled. Brian visibly relaxed. “Maybe.” Jennifer said. “Are you going now?” “Yeah, best to get it out of the way. Peace of mind,” he looked around the room. “For everyone.” Jennifer wanted to assure him she didn’t think it was him, but still, she’d feel better about his presence around the kids with hard evidence. Her mind had been haunting her with “what iff’s” since she heard of Eve’s accusations and it scared her. Scared her that the possibility of Brian being a predator had never crossed her mind even once. She really had sent someone else's child off with him without a second thought. No wonder Eve was angry with her. Would she have thought twice about it if it had been Matilda? When had she let her guard down so much? Because he had kids? Or was she just being biased because she had fallen in lo- “What?” Brian asked. “What’s that face for?” “N-nothing.” She said quickly. She busied herself by kissing each girl's head. Once Brian had let himself out, and the movie had ended, Hazel’s attention had turned back to them. “Where’d daddy go?” Hazel asked. The girl had been so transfixed with the screen she had tuned out Brian’s goodbye’s and explanations. “He has to go get blood work done.” Jennifer said. “He hopes.” Matilda snickered. “Why?” Hazel asked. “To make sure he’s not sick.” Jennifer said. “Why?” “Because Tens is sick and we need to know where it came from.” “One time, this girl came to Sunday School sick and she got everyone else sick too.” Hazel shared. “It’s important to stay home if you're not feeling well.” “I hate church.” Hortensia mumbled. “They make me go.” “Was never a fan of it myself.” Jennifer admitted. “You’d never know Miss Trunchbull was deeply religious, but she was.” “The pews hurt my butt, and it’s boring.” Hortensia mumbled. Jennifer patted her back. She finally didn’t say arse. Small miracles. “Are we going to school today?” Matilda asked. “Not today. You girls might be doing school work at home, or Hortensia will be joining us in my office.” “Why?” Matilda asked with a frown. “Because she’s not feeling well and it hurts her to sit.” “Syphilis doesn’t hurt.” Matilda said. “Faker.” “There’s sores in my butt.” Hortensia said softly. “They hurt.” And on the front. “Matilda,” Jennifer hissed. “She is not faking it. And how would you know if it hurts or not?” “Sure.” Matilda said unconvinced. “Because I read. The sores aren’t itchy or painful.” “It does if you scratch it open.” Hortensia groaned. “It’s infected.” Jennifer said. How she had even found it in order to scratch it open Jennifer couldn’t understand. It was a knuckle deep, at least. No way she had found it wiping, like she had said. But would Jennifer have been able to get her out from their care in time if she hadn’t been in pain? Probably not. “Oh.” Matilda said. “Your infection…got infected?” “Something like that.” Jennifer said. “Let’s not talk about this right now.” Not in front of Hazel. “I’m sorry I laughed at you for getting a tube up your butt.” Hortensia lamented. “It hurt so bad!” “Why’d you get a tube up your butt?” Matilda asked, face wrinkled in disgust. “Remember what happened when you were constipated?” Jennifer whispered. Matilda shuddered. “What did they do that for? We all know you can poop just fine.” Matilda snickered. “Stop it.” Jennifer hissed. “Miss Honey fainted.” Hortensia said with a soft chuckle. “You did?” Matilda asked, shocked. “Why?” “I, umm, got a little woozy.” She figured it was a mix of seeing the blood and hearing Hortensia screaming in pain. “They put it in wrong and cut me.” Hortensia said. “A whole bunch of blood came out.” Matilda’s face paled. “That’s because you jumped when they put it in. It’s a very sensitive area. The slightest thing could open it up, that’s why it’s important to lie still. ” She held up one of Hortensia’s arms, which was covered in bruises from the Iv line. “How many times did they try to put an Iv in before they got it?” “Twelve!” Hortensia hissed. “And were you lying still and letting them try?” Hortensia grumbled under her breath. She’d take that as a no. Thankfully, the subject had soon changed. Jennifer was in the middle of listening to Hazel’s description of her classroom when she felt moisture on her arm. She looked down and found Hortensia’s face buried in the crook of her arm. She had either fallen back asleep and started drooling or… Jennifer could see her body violently rising and falling with choked sobs. “Honey, are you okay?” Jennifer whispered as she rubbed her back. “Do you need a change?” she asked after a pause. Hortensia shook her head. “Did the pain pill wear off already?” She looked at the clock. She couldn’t have any more for at least another hour. Again, she shook her head. “Would you tell me what’s wrong?” Shake. “Matilda, could you take Hazel up to your room and play?” She watched as the girls slowly ascended the stairs and turned her attention back to the distraught lump in her lap. She had started off leaning against her chest, but over the course of the morning, she had slowly dragged herself into Jennifer’s lap without her noticing. All promises of Jennifer keeping her hands to herself had gone out the window. It had been a dumb thing to say anyway. Hortensia wasn’t an adult who needed space, she was a child. A broken child who needed to be loved and comforted. “Please talk to me.” Jennifer whispered, running her fingers through Hortensia’s hair. “E-e-e-very-thing’s a-a-always m-my f-f-f-ault!” Hortensia sobbed. “No, Tens, this isn’t your fault.” Jennifer said softly. “It’s my fault for picking at it! It’s my fault it bled! It’s my fault they couldn’t get the Iv in!” “Sweetheart, I wasn’t blaming you. I just wanted you to understand why you need to stay still. I know it’s hard to do when you’re scared. I’m sorry I made it seem like I was blaming you.” Hortensia didn’t respond, only cried until she didn’t have the energy left in her to cry anymore. “You’ve been strong for so long.” Jennifer whispered when Hortensia had finally settled down. “How have you been keeping this to yourself all this time?” She didn’t answer. “When I was only a few years older than you, I asked a very large man for help. Instead of rescuing me, he took advantage of me.” Jennifer explained. “What do you mean?” Hortensia mumbled. “He raped me, and the person who was supposed to look after me let him.” Jennifer said. “Does this sound anything like your situation?” Hortensia shook her head. “So Cynthia wasn’t letting Aiden…” Hortensia shook her head again. “I wasn’t raped.” Hortensia said. Jennifer shut her eyes. Hortensia didn’t understand. She was in denial. “Whatever he told you, whatever he made you believe to get you to agree, it was still rape. It’s called grooming.” Hortensia shook her head. “They got it wrong. I wasn’t raped. I’ve never been raped.” Jennifer frowned. “Sweetheart, even if you agreed to have sex…” The doctor had told her it was definitely an adult. “I’ve never had sex.” Hortensia said. “I didn’t even know what sex was until Mrs. Rodgers gave me that talk.” she shuddered. “Tens, you don’t need to lie anymore. You’re not in trouble, you’re safe.” “I’m not lying! I- I don’t, I don’t know what’s going on!” Fresh tears were sprouting in her eyes. So Jennifer did need to explain. “Tens, you have a sexually transmitted infection. Those sores came from someone else who has sores. Their genitals had to have come into contact with yours. And no, you couldn’t have gotten it from a toilet seat or bath water. Whether you agreed to it or not, they are in the wrong. An adult did this.” Hortensia looked confused. “I didn’t.” Hortensia said. “What about when you were little? When you told people Aiden…” Hortensia shook her head. “I was stupid and didn’t know what ‘rape’ meant. I had heard the word and asked mom what it meant. She said it was when someone touches you when you don’t want them to. Aiden was tickling me and I didn’t want him to…” “And no one explained?” “Everyone started making a big deal out of it. I was too scared I’d get in trouble to explain. Mom took me to the doctor, and they said it didn’t happen. Then I had to go to church for counseling, and they said I had made it up because I was upset over dad leaving us.” “So then Aiden…” Hortensia shook her head. Jennifer wasn’t sure she believed her. Was she protecting him? “Tens, I’m going to be blunt with you. Someone raped you, repeatedly. We know this for a fact, there is no mistake.” “But…no. I couldn’t have been. I’d know.” “Yes, honey.” She could hear the phone ringing. “I need to get that. It’s probably your mom.” “Don’t tell her.” Hortensia mumbled into Jennifer’s arm. “She already knows.” Hortensia reluctantly wiggled out of her lap and Jennifer raced upstairs to get the cordless phone. She winced as the prerecorded message played from the jail. It was Eve alright. She accepted the charges and tore the phone away from her ear. “JENNIFER! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?” The voice on the other end of the line screamed. “She’s here.” Jennifer said once she thought it was safe to put the phone to her ear again. “She’s with me.” “And your boyfriend…?” She growled. “It isn’t him!” Jennifer defended, but stopped. “He’s getting tested now. He’s not here. I’m not taking any chances.” “You keep him away from my daughter!” “Eve, it’s Aiden.” She said softly. “Is that what she told you?” Eve demanded. “Well, no, but-” “It’s. Not. Aiden! You think I don’t keep an eye on who I let watch my only daughter?” “I-I’m not saying that, but-” “He tested negative.” Eve said. Jennifer felt her stomach fall. If not him…who?

Chapter 26: Gumdrop Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess As I listened to people talking in the hallway, at the front door, I sat in my playpen in the living room, happily playing with my toys. They were talking a lot out there, which was weird if they were here to see me, as I’m in here! But then Mummy said it was probably all our new fun stuff that is arriving, as well as my playdate! So why isn’t she just letting them in? I squirmed about on the floor, my padded butt squishing as it moved back and forth. I couldn’t remember going, but I was definitely wet now, as it felt soooo good. Which made it hard to focus on the adults talking out there. I think I heard Mummy say ‘She’s at work’, or somefing. Then a bit of arguing back and forth. I don’t like arguments. People shouting makes me upset, and the more they argued, the more I wanted to cry. This continued for a while, before it all became a bit too much for me and I burst out in tears, wailing loudly. “LIV?” I heard a very loud voice ring out, followed by a lot of banging and heavy footsteps. It sounded like… fighting? I couldn’t tell as I was still entirely focused on my crying right now, I was too overloaded and everything was wrong and I just wanted my Mummy! “LIV! Thank god…” A darker skinned man walked in, followed by a couple of other grown ups. The man had his hair pinned up like Mummy does to me sometimes, an he looked very strong! The woman next to him had really red hair and she looked like she could have been an actress; she was so beautiful! And then the third one looked older, but she was like one of those mean Doctors who give you the jabs and stuff, though her face looked kind… she was probably one of the good ones who gives a lollipop afterwards. “Olivia?” The Doctor-lady bent down by the side of the playpen and looked directly at me. I nodded at them. “Well she’s more with it than Amber was… is. I think her nanites lessened the effects on her brain.” She said to the other two. “So does that mean her safeword will…?” Said the redhead. “Let’s see, shall we? Olivia? Gumdrop.” “Gumdrops? I wan gumdrops!” I replied, clapping my hands excitedly. I love sweeties! Wait… when did my words make sense? “Shit.” The strong man said. Mummy says that’s a bad word though! “Maybe it takes time?” The beautiful woman suggested. “Maybe. We need to get her to my hospital.” Doctor-lady said. “What about Charlie?” “What I gave her was enough to knock out even Malcolm. She’ll wake up with a headache, but she should be fine.” “No Doc… I mean what should we do with her?” “Oh… bring her with us, obviously. We have some Amazon-sized rooms available. We need to find out what happened to her and see if we can’t fix whatever it is.” “Dibs on Olivia…” The redhead said, laughing at the guy. “No, I’ll take Olivia. You two grab Charlie.” Doctor-Lady replied, standing up and bending over with her hands out. “I… umm… where’s Mummy?” I asked, feeling scared by these strangers intruding into my home, especially without Mummy here. “She’s feeling really sleepy right now, little Princess. She told us to take you to my building.” She replied, picking me up with no effort and holding me close to her just like Mummy does. “What about Mummy? I don’t wanna be away from her…” “She’s coming with us, don’t worry. You can stay with her the whole time!” “I can? Do I still get sweeties?” “You do!” The Doctor-Lady smiled at me as she carried me out of the living room, quickly covering my eyes for some reason as we got close to the front door. “Malcolm is going to get you some whilst I give you a checkup.” “Do I get a lollipop afterwards?” “Someone loves her sweeties, doesn’t she? Okay. You get gumdrops for being a good girl, then a lollipop for the checkup. Deal?” “Deal!” I replied, giggling, as the Doctor-Lady uncovered my eyes to see Mummy sleeping in the big man’s arms. “Mummy sleepy!” “Yes she is. Don’t worry, she’ll be well rested once your checkup is complete.” The man said, smiling at me. Something about his face made me feel like I could trust him, so I let the nice Doctor-lady take me in the car to wherever they were taking us. I just hope they have clean nappies there, as I feel like I may leak soon… “So Charlie is in room 49. Olivia is going to be with her, otherwise she may become agitated and lash out. Can you set up a playpen and a little’s bed while I get in touch with a colleague?” The Doctor-lady said to another Doctor. Though this other Doctor was… a lot smaller. “Can do. I can’t believe I didn’t cotton on to something being up. I tried texting for our missed appointments… even tried calling. But I figured she would be busy with her job…” The small Doctor said. I swear that small Doctor should be in nappies like me, she looks jus like a baby! “Ellie, it’s okay. None of us saw the signs. Something happened to Charlie and she kept us all in the dark about what was going on.” “Think we can fix them both? You said their special nanites aren’t even working as intended.” Ellie asked. “I’m going to get a blood test done on both of them, I also want a full body scan and an MRI.” “I can arrange all that. You said you needed to get in touch with a colleague? Will they be able to help?” “I hope so. It’s just if I can manage to get in touch with them…” A lot of time passed before I saw the Doctor-Lady again. She gave me a quick checkup, then placed me in a playpen in Mummy’s room, the one where she was sleeping at the moment, and after giving me my sweeties and lollipop… She left. Then over the course of the evening, a bunch of people came in to see Mummy and me. The big strong man came in a few times, I think he was outside most of the time watching over us, like a knight protecting the Princess and Queen. The redhead came in a few times, trying to talk to me, insisting that I was some kind of grown up like dem? But most of what she said sounded like nonsense, so I focused mostly on my toys. The baby Doctor, Ellie, came in a couple of times, buh she looked terrified every time she looked at me. I dun think she likes me. A couple of nurses came in at some point too and took Mummy and me to some big machines that we were placed in one at a time. They also took some blood from the two of us, before bringing us back to our room. A couple of other babies dressed like grown ups came in, insisting they were my friends. I’m not one to turn down friends to play with, so I tried my best to encourage them to come play with me… but they didn’t seem like they were in the playful mood. Then as my tummy started rumbling and the cravings for milk started to kick in, the Doctor walked back in, along with the redhead, the strong man and the baby Doctor. “So… good news is that it isn’t a pathogen. There are also no signs of any nanites in either system, outside of their unique ones. There was nothing in their blood work, so Charlie must not have been exposed to anything biological.” “That was even a possibility?” The redhead asked, looking really worried all of a sudden. “I thought that maybe she had been exposed to something that may have sent her maternal cravings off the charts. It’s a theory I’ve been considering, regarding why so many Amazon women are so baby-crazy. I thought that maybe whoever attacked Charlie, must have sent her cravings off the charts somehow.” “So you’re saying this is an attack? Someone did this to her?” “Mummy was… attacked?” I asked from the playpen as they all turned around and realised they hadn’t been as quiet as they had intended to be. “No sweetie… someone mean did something to her but we’re going to fix it.” The Doctor-lady replied, instantly making me feel more at ease. I didn’t want anything bad to happen to Mummy, and now they can fix her… “So what is it that caused this huge personality change?” The Doctor-lady was about to answer, when the door opened. “Hypnosis.” A new voice came from the doorway. Everyone turned to see another baby-sized person in the doorway. Whoever this was, everyone seemed excited to see as they all rushed over, giving them hugs and saying how good it was to see them. I couldn’t see who it was from here, the grown ups were blocking my view, but eventually the baby-sized person walked through the small group and stopped at the edge of the playpen, before looking down at me with disappointment. She… she looked just like me! “Hey sis. Been a little while.” She whispered down to me. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back.” “How can an Amazon be…?” The man in the background said, before being cut off. “LIBRA.” The redhead answered, as if she had some big revelation. “Oh shit, yeah… they had the tech. That’s how Madison was…” “We must have a mole somewhere. Leaked the design of our device. Then one of Liv’s political rivals must have used it against her.” “Then Charlie used the brute force hypnosis to get past Liv’s nanite protection.” “I did a bit of research into this brute force hypnosis your people created. Nasty piece of work. No wonder my nanites couldn’t fix it straight away.” The little in front of me said. “As for Charlie… I’ll need a bit of time. I have no idea how hypnosis affects an Amazon’s brain.” “So you can fix them both?” The Doctor-lady asked, sounding hopeful. “Regarding Charlie… I’ll try my best. Liv just needs a new patch, thankfully. I assume before you said the safeword, she couldn’t speak?” The little asked, the one who said she was my sister. “I… umm… we didn’t notice. She was speaking to us… oh! But that was after we had used the safeword.” Doctor-lady replied. “Yeah, I checked the logs, they had attempted to repair the damage done, but could only fix so much. It may take a bit of time, a few days at least, but I think I could create a patch for them that will repair all the damage done to her.” “So she’s stuck…?” “As a regressed little for a while? Sadly… yes.” My sister sighed. “Well in the meantime, I’ll try to wean her off milk, as the blood work suggested that Charlie had stopped taking the pills a while ago, and that Liv had traces of the hormone in her system.” “Eve? Do you still have that system set up for me?” The little asked her. “The research one? Yeah. I’ll show you. Malcolm, can you keep an eye out outside, make sure no one else sees her like this? Claire, can you…?” “Already too late about her being recognised. Word is she’s spreading like wildfire on social media. Your girls are trying to do damage control, turning the public’s target on her attacker, whoever that may be.” Claire replied. “What about LIBRA?” Malcolm asked. “They are aware of it, and are trying to do something, but I’ve been here with you lot, so I’ve only had brief updates from them. Either way… I wouldn’t trust them right now, considering we most likely have a mole. So let the girls work on damage control. Malcolm, can you help me take care of Liv? She can be a bit of a handful, if I remember correctly.” “I… sure. Never thought Liv would end up like this again.” “I did. Your world sucks.” My sister replied, rolling her eyes. “‘Kay, everyone has their jobs. I’ll show Faith up to the research room, Malcolm and Claire look after Olivia. 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Well young man if the diaper is absorbent as you say it is then it is the closets diaper to fitting my 32" 36" frame that causes me to bounce between medium and large.

Great topic. Diapers are important to who I am, but they are not the only thing in my life. I have many interests outside of the community. That said, could I live happily with them? Probably not.

Sam here Peaches, but I am certain most girls will run for the hills as soon as they find out I like diapers. However, I wish you the best of luck young lady.

Even though I live in Illinois there is no way I could afford to go to Capcon. Not to mention it is happening during the time period when my co worker is taking time off so it will just be me on the night shift. So I will probably sleep right through it anyway. However, I hope that you all have a lot of diapered fun together.

Let's be honest. It would have to be someone Katie's size. And if Katie is looking at it, she is definitely not in it. And no way is Adam going to help Stacy into it. (I almost said L, too, but we haven't met her yet. )

That sums it up the best!

One of my favorite Lent lines comes in a song by Tom Lehrer: The girl that I lament for The girl my money's spent for The girl my back is bent for The girl I owe the rent for The girl I gave up Lent for Is the girl that heaven meant for me

Nope, my license plate is "locked and loaded." Gives anyone with road rage a second thought of "messing" with me!!!🙃

Adorable

These are the same as the bellisimo ones aren't they? Just no cartoonist print. Will have to give these a try next order I place. I like the xplus and will never order the plus ones again, too thin of plastic and tends to blow out in the back.

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 vote none of the above! What does a woman know about breast pumping? Now if I could only get my tongue out of my cheek. April

Diapers for me are part of my life, they don't control me but are essential to my overall happiness. Just like going to the beach or traveling to new places, it's something that makes me happy.

Chapter 9 My awareness came back slowly, I can remember the morning but part of it is like a dream. After diaper changes we were all given bottles, these weren’t the special bottle I had last night, it was like thick sweet milk. Then we were changed out of our nightgowns into play clothes. Kylie’s outfit was a dark pink bubble romper with a light pink heart, Dakota’s outfit was a pale pink dress and white tights, and my outfit was a pink care bear shirt and matching denim dress that barely covered my diaper. Under the effects of the reward pacy I giggled and thought our outfits were funny and cute. Mommy pulled a foldable adult sized baby stroller from a closet and strapped Kylie in. Dakota and I both walked, Dakota held on to the stroller with one hand to steady himself. I could walk OK, but occasionally rested my mittened hand on the other side of the stroller since my balance wasn’t quite there. Outside the nursery door I was astounded by what I saw, we were in a large open building with ceilings maybe thirty feet high. The space was well lit from natural skylights and artificial lights. The ground was artificial grass, and grippy walkways. Large cartoon sculptures hung from the ceiling, a sun, a rainbow, a butterfly, all around the perimeter were doors and all the walls were painted like a cartoon forest. It was a really magical environment and made more magical to me while enjoying the effects of a psychedelic pacifier. There were a few large playsets in the middle of the building and a small self contained building that looked like a cafe. I saw a few other women who looked like Mommy leading adult babies and several of the frilly pink maids pushing around carts. Mommy led us into the cafe. Inside there were adult sized high chairs arranged in various groups and a few very strange C-shaped tables. I could smell breakfast cooking. Mommy pushed us over to one of the strange tables. “Usually with Dakota and Kylie we just use highchairs but since there are 4 of us now we’ll use a feeding table,” she explained. The table was a bright blue color and much taller than a regular dining room table with three large holes. The holes had plastic seats inside them. She lifted Dakota off the ground and sat her through one of the holes. Then I was next. My feet couldn’t touch the ground. Finally Kylie was put in the seat and started to cry. Mommy comforted her and gave her a pacifier. There was a bustle in the room as a couple other Mommies were securing adults to high chairs and tables like ours and pink maids were moving about with baby food and bottles. We were strapped in and Mommy left us to go talk to another woman. “How did you like the reward pacy?” Dakota asked quietly. “Huh, oh, umm, yeah that was kinda nice,” I said. The effects were wearing off, and my brain still felt mushy. “Yeah I like them better than the night milk, the night milk is nice, but you just fall asleep so fast that you can’t enjoy it,” Dakota said. “What’s going on? What is all this?” I asked. My senses were getting back to normal and I looked around the room. Every now and again I recognized a face, the maids were the handful of pinks who were selected to work in classroom 5. The adult babies were inmates who disappeared, mostly ones who couldn’t handle the program that were supposedly transferred to a regular prison. I counted about 15 of us babies in the room. “I don’t know, obviously they want to turn us into babies, who knows why. If you act and talk like an adult you will get punished again, and it only gets worse. If you act like a baby then you get reward pacys, night milk, and other special treats.” Dakota said. “But what about Kylie, is she acting or is she actually a baby?” I asked. “I don’t know, she’s coming back,” Dakota whispered. Mommy returned with a couple platters of food. There were scoops of various mush, jelly, some eggs and some biscuits. She put the food down and then a pink maid came by and deposited 3 baby bottles on the table and three oversized silicone baby bibs. Mommy and the maid quickly attached the bibs around our necks. Mommy placed plates in front of Dakota and me, and began cutting up eggs and biscuits into smaller pieces. Then she spooned some of the jelly and mush onto the plate. Dakota dug in with his hands and began shoving food in his mouth, much of it falling into the tray on her bib. “I’m going to take off your mittens so you can eat,” Mommy said after unbuckling the mittens and removing them from my hands. She then used silverware to feed herself and feed Kylie who was drooling and dripping food out of her mouth. “Go ahead and eat, unless you need Mommy to feed you too,” she said to me. I carefully took a piece of slippery egg and placed it in my mouth. “Watch Dakota, you need to eat like a baby, like she does.” “I don’t want to eat like that,” I said. “Would you prefer a spanking here in front of everyone?” she said with a slight threat in her voice. I could still feel the sting in my rear so I took a big mixed handful of food and shoved it in my mouth allowing some to fall into the bib’s built-in tray. By the time we were done we were all messy, but the other two were way worse than me. Mommy laughed and cleaned up our faces and hands with wipes. Then put the mittens back on my hands. After lunch we were taken to a play area, it was an upscaled toddler swing set with a little slide. There was a set of baby style swings that we would have to be picked up and sat into, and a set of plastic seat swings that we could sit down on our own. There were several large foam objects to crawl and sit on and big foam building blocks. Everything was bright pastel girly colors. There were three others in the play area and another Mommy sitting on a bench beside an empty stroller. The adult babies were all dressed as girls and had the baby soft skin that Dakota and Kylie had. One was swinging with a blank look on her face, one was stacking up blocks with a concentrated look on her face, and the other was climbing the ladder to go down the slide. “We’ll be seeing the doctor today, so go play until it’s your turn,” Mommy said. She placed Kylie on the ground and the girl giggled and crawled towards the slide. Mommy went to sit on the bench. Dakota took my hand and led me toward the swings. “Hello Sarah, this is my little sister Chrissy,” Dakota introduced me to the girl swinging. Sarah was wearing a baby blue cotton dress with poofy sleeves and embroidery across the chest, it was much too short to hide her diaper which looked swollen. We heard giggling as Kylie and the girl on the slide were having a ball. “Hi Chrissy, my name is Sarah,” she got off her swing and dragged over a big foam block to sit on. Dakota got an empty swing, and Sarah offered me hers so I sat down. “So not feeling playful today?” Dakota asked. “No, I’m hoping if I look pouty enough she’ll give me a reward pacy,” Sarah said. “Chrissy got her first reward pacy this morning, but she got a bad spanking first,” Dakota said. “Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” Sarah said. I was confused. They were talking like children, even though the Mommies were too far away to hear. “How long have you been here?” I asked. “I don’t know, Stacey over there said she’d been here a few months maybe, and that was a few months ago. I’m having a hard time remembering things,” she said. “Listen, have you noticed any good hiding places, or weaknesses, ways to escape?” I asked. Sarah and Dakota looked upset and glanced over to the Mommies, “Shh, you can’t say that,” Sarah said. “They can’t hear us,” I said. “You don’t know, you just got here, don’t talk like that and get us in trouble,” Sarah said, visibly scared. “OK, sorry, but can’t you see they are going to make us all baby brained, we’ll be like that one over there,” I turned and pointed at the adult baby trying her best to stack foam blocks three high. Sarah looked over at the girl and rubbed her chin, “I can be mush brained sometimes without a reward pacy if I try hard enough,” Sarah said. “I think I went mushy the other day, and I don’t remember getting a pacy before,” Dakota said with enthusiasm. “What are you talking about mushy?” I asked. “Do you remember how you felt after your pacy and when you got the milk last night?” Sarah asked. “Uhh yeah,” I said blushing. “Well if you try hard you can feel that way completely on your own. Stacey told me that she calls it being mush brained, her little sister called it that and taught her how to do it,” Sarah explained. “Let's try. I think it will be easier with Chrissy here,” Dakota said. “OK,” Sarah said. She stood up from her foam block and went to Dakota’s swing. “When I grow up I’m going to be a princess!” she announced in a very childish voice. “Nuu uhh,” I’ll be the Princess and you’ll be a frog,” Dakota replied and giggled. “You know what happens to Frogs, they get kisses and turn into Princes,” Sarah said and quickly planted a very childish kiss on Dakota. “Hey no fair,” Dakota said. “Princes gotta kiss the Princess, but you gotta catch me first,” Sarah said. The girl in the blue dress took off at a very unsteady run and Dakota ran over her, they giggled and chased each other around in the soft rubber chips that made up the ground. Eventually Dakota cornered Sarah and gave her a kiss announcing that she was the princess now she then used a pretend magic wand to make Sarah into her pet cat. Sarah started crawling around and meowing like a cat while Dakota giggled and pet her head. A few minutes later they both came and attacked me with kisses, I giggled and felt kind of light hearted for a moment. “Hey, now, no kisses,” I said and pushed them away. “Come on baby Chrissy, play Princess with us!” Sarah said. “I don wann play,” I said and realized that I hadn’t really meant to talk like a baby. “You sure, kissy, kissy,” Sarah said again. I pushed them away huffed and folded my hands over my chest. They stuck out their tongues at me and went back to chasing each other around. Watching them play was surreal, they got more excited and childish as it went, their words got more mispronounced, their motor skills more unrefined and their pretend game more silly. It ended with them both sitting on their bottoms with confused looks, they were drooling and playing with their feet trying to get them into their mouths. I thought maybe they were playing or pretending and maybe they were at first, but this seemed much too authentic. My Mommy got up and walked over to Dakota and tickled her, then attached a pacifier leash to her collar and popped it in her mouth. Dakota absentmindedly sucked while she played with her feet. Chapter 10 The Doctor Mommy announced that it was my turn to see the doctor and held my hand as we walked from the play area to one of the walls where a steel door was. She placed her hand on a pad and the door opened. Inside was a small waiting room decorated with big murals of insects and grass. A woman wearing medical scrubs with a big smile on her face was there to greet us. There were two doors and we went into the one labeled examination. The room looked like a typical pediatrician's office. Cute Disney princess murals decorated the walls, and there were many shelves with assorted medical and baby items. An older man with gray hair and a lab coat was smiling at me. “Hello Chrissy, I’m Doctor Smith and I’m going to check you out.” “Now, you be good for the Doctor, Mommy will be back when you’re done,” she said and left. The nurse began to remove my denim dress, “Raise up those arms high to the sky for me,” she said. I raised my arms, “I guess you’re going to treat me like a baby too,” I said, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice. “Of course I am, you are a baby so that’s how I’ll treat you.” she said as she removed my dress and then unbuckled the mittens. “Mam, am I not a bit big to be a baby?” I asked. “Baby’s come in all sizes,” the doctor said as was getting supplies from a cabinet. The nurse then removed my care bear T-shirt and diaper which was wet and I hadn’t even realized it. The nurse then pressed a button on the wall that lowered down a metal ring that was hanging from a pulley on the ceiling. “What is the point of all of this? This is crazy!” I said. The doctor was attaching straps to the ring. “All you need to know is that you were sick and here you’re getting better, now give me your arms,” The doctor said and took my arms from me, with the nurses help he started to guide my hand into padded cuffs at the end of the straps. I jerked my hand away. The nurse and doctor weren’t strong like Mommy. “Dakota this can go two ways, you cooperate or I call your Mommy back, you get punished and then you cooperate with a sore bottom,” the nurse said. I sheepishly allowed them to put my wrists in the cuffs. The metal ring extended back up and held my arms up over my head. They then attacked velcro cuffs around my ankles that were attached to the floor and my legs were spread apart. “Good girl, now relax and we’re going to do some measurements and give you a treatment,” the doctor said. The nurse began massaging a thick white cream all over my body, while the doctor started taking readings with a high tech medical scanner, running it up and down my arms and legs. “Patient 19, designation EF67, treatment day 1,” the doctor read into his scanner. What followed next was a string of medical jargon and words that I could never pronounce. “This is going to help you relax,” the doctor said and injected me in the hip with a needle. The cream was causing my skin to tingle, but soon I felt my body relax. It wasn’t like the reward pacy, I didn’t feel euphoria or baby brained, just relaxed. The nurse spent a good deal of time massaging the cream into my balls and penis. It felt really nice and I got even more relaxed. My penis wasn’t really getting hard, but was about half way, which I thought was strange because I could feel myself starting to respond sexually. I let out a little groan of pleasure and began to rock my hips back and forth as the nurse stroked the thick cream in. “Well someone’s feeling good,” she said. “Here you go” the doctor said. Handing the nurse a rubber device. She cleaned the white cream off my genitals and then applied a clear slick gel. The nurse continued to stroke and I let out another louder groan. Then she slipped the rubber device over my penis and balls. It was like a sheath that ended with a condom. She continued to stroke over the device and with the pressure of the sheath I felt my penis begin to grow firm. “Ohh, oh,” I caught myself saying. I hadn’t had actual sex in so long, and I’d even just about quit masturbating while I was in camp. I never seemed to get that hard anyway, but now I was rock hard and could feel my very sensitive glans swollen and tingling under the nurse’s expert care. “Fuuudge,” I screamed as I exploded, pumping cum into the reservoir in the rubber device. The nurse slid the device off my penis and my body went limp, my weight hanging in the cuffs. The nurse emptied my semen into a collection cup while the doctor with examination gloves began attaching something to my now limp penis. I would have been much more concerned if I wasn’t in such a relaxed state. When the doctor was done I looked down to see my penis and balls were now enclosed in a shiny pink plastic cage. The cage was like a tight fitting bubble that surrounded my entire privates. It had a hole for drainage, and a small compartment at the top. The doctor then inserted a little tube into the compartment and a light flashed red then green. “What is that?” I asked. “Nothing to concern yourself over, part of your treatment,” the doctor said. While I hung there the doctor used his scanner to take several more readings and measurements. Finally I was given another injection in my hip, and the nurse taped a new diaper on me. “Everything looks good, she’s showing excellent response,” the doctor said. The doctor and nurse left the room together, and the nurse came back in a few minutes later pushing a folding adult baby stroller. “Well Chrissy, let's get you down and back to Mommy,” she said. “Please, just tell them I want to go back, I want to be a woman, it was a mistake to reject the treatment, will you tell them?” I begged the nurse. “I know this is very different, but it won’t be long and you’ll not only accept your treathment, but love it,” the nurse said and started unstrapping my legs. “What the fudge is wrong with you people, this is like murder. It’s like giving someone a fudging medical condition, you can’t make me a baby, you’re turning us into retards,” I yelled. Something I said seemed to hit a nerve in the young nurse, but not in the way I hoped. “You’re in trouble now Missy,” she said. She left one leg unstrapped and went over to another cabinet. She came back with a large pacifier gag, “Open up Chrissy,” she said. I set my jaw firm and shrunk back from her. She took a firm hold of the back of my hair and jerked my head back then with her other hand she pinched my nipple hard. I screamed in pain and felt the large firm nipple forced into my mouth. It was buckled tightly behind my head and large enough that I couldn’t force it out. She then used the controls to raise the metal ring, my arms which were already held over my head were extended up until my toes were only on the ground. It was very uncomfortable and I began to whimper. “Now for your information, we are giving you an incredible gift, another chance, and this time you’ll be properly raised to appreciate what our society has to offer,” the nurse said then took a long time unstrapping my other foot from the eyelet on the floor but left on the padded cuffs and strapped them to the stroller. I was crying now, completely broken, and eventually I felt my body lowered into the stroller. There was no fight in me as the nurse removed my cuffs from the ring and strapped them to the stroller. I was pushed to the waiting room where Mommy was waiting. “Well this doesn’t look good,” she said. “Yeah, she did really well until the end and she got very bratty and made some rude comments,” the nurse said. “Well, you should have got me, but it looks like you have corrected the behavior. We won’t hear any more rude comments from her for awhile” Mommy said. “Her clothes are in the stroller,” the nurse said and I realized that I was naked other than my diaper. Mommy rolled me back out of the office to the play area where a couple of other Mommies were watching several adult baby girls play. Sarah and Dakota toddled over to us, they were no longer mushy, and acting completely baby brained as they were. “Ought oh looks like Chrissy was bad,” Dakota said. “Yes, she was very fussy so she’s going to stay like this for a while,” Mommy said. “Can she play with us?” Sarah asked. “No, run along,” Mommy said and the two went back to the swings. Chapter 11 Time passed while I was strapped to the stroller. Mommy unfurled a large fluffy blanket and Sarah, Dakota, Kylie and a couple other adult babies cuddled up for naps. I couldn’t sleep and had nothing to do but think about my past. I had always been a good student in High School, between good grades and my involvement in theater I had received a decent scholarship for college and majored in history. It was really studying just how much the Regime had changed the country and was slowly stripping away freedoms that led to me leaving college and protesting. I thought alot about Sharon and Lacey, we had grown so close over the last year, in captivity. I had completely given in to the system, I was happy essentially living as a woman, I’d even accepted the lessons and theories they taught us. My personality really was far more feminine than masculine, if I’d only just signed my name and accepted the gender reassignment then I wouldn’t be stuck in this insane situation. I realized Lacey had already been offered gender reassignment and accepted it, that was why she had been changing. Then a thought hit me, would tLacey and Sharon end up working here in this part of the facility. Would they completely ignore me like Alexis did? Eventually one of the Pink maids brought us a picnic lunch and bottles. Mommy placed the small cut up sandwiches on a plate out for the now hungry adult babies on the blanket, then my gag was removed. My mouth was sore, but I happily sucked down a bottle of formula and ate a few little pieces of sandwich. Sadly the gag was replaced. I didn’t realize it but I was wetting myself alot. Wearing diapers for months had shrunk my bladder and it was common for me to go frequently, but before I could hold it if I wanted to and always knew when I was wetting. Now I could barely feel my bladder, and had no control. I could feel the plastic cage they had put on me, it felt like a gentle grip on my genitals, surprisingly it wasn’t unpleasant. Eventually another mommy came and took Sarah out of the swing. Holding her at her chest she flipped her dress up and patted a rather swollen and dark stained diaper. “Somebody made a stinky,” she said. Sarah giggled. “Poo poo,” she said. “Yeap babygirl, let's get you changed. Viv do you mind if I use your blanket?” She said to my Mommy. “Not at all, in fact I’d say my kiddos need changed too,” Mommy said as she got up and rounded up Dakota and Kylie. Mommy produced a cute diaper bag from Kylie's large stroller and laid down the two babies. I watched with a mixture of horror, surprise and curiosity as all three had their diapers removed. Kylie and Sarah were messy and the poopy smell waifed over to my stroller. All three had chubby baby soft skin and the same cage I’d been fitted with, but Kylie’s was smaller and rounder. They all three laid there shamelessly as they were wiped down and wrapped in clean diapers. The mommies rolled the sodden diapers up in tight balls and carried them over to a nearby trashcan. “You three have done such a good job playing today I think a little treat is in order. What do you say Viv?” the other Mommy asked. “Sounds good to me, show my brat here she is missing out on,” my Mommy said. The other Mommy knelt down close to Sarah and said, “Engage program B7,” My Mommy knelt down to Dakota and Kyle and said, “Engage program A4.” I heard a slight sound like a low hum as the Mommies came back and sat down on the bench beside my stroller. All three adult babies began to roll around on the blanket, I could see their faces turn to looks of concentration. Dakota was the only one who wasn’t using a pacifier but he reached around and found the one dangling from his clip and began sucking. They were getting vibrated, right here in the middle of the play area, with other adult babies and two other Mommies just across the area. No one seemed to care or even notice. Sarah and Dakota held hands and began to hump and grind their diapers against the blanket while Kylie just squirmed and waved her arms around. They began making happy little noises and moved faster. I was so embarrassed, and began to blush. I remember that just a few hours ago how turned on I’d been when the nurse had stroked me off. I felt my penis begin to stiffen up but my erection was stifled by the cage and after a few seconds it went limp. “Sorry Chrissy, bad girls don’t get treats, no play for you,” Mommy said. The program that was apparently running on the other’s cages was designed to tease out the experience. They would get faster then slower, closer and farther. Finally Kylie's little baby whimpers got louder and she spit out her pacy. With a “ahhhh mommy,” she came first, arching her back and lifting her midsection off the ground thrusting involuntarily. A few moments later both Sarah and Dakota wrapped up in a tight embrace and began thrusting together moaning through their pacifiers as they came together. When it was over, all three relaxed began to sleep deeply. I was both incredibly happy that I hadn’t been put in such an embarrassing situation and jealous of the pleasure they enjoyed. I woke up in the cafe, I didn’t remember falling asleep. The large pacifier gag that had been strapped around my head earlier was replaced by a regular adult pacifier that I was now suckling instinctively. I felt incredibly self conscious to be on display. The folding stroller I was in did nothing to hide the fact that I was naked except for a swollen diaper. The sling style stroller was getting very uncomfortable and I was unable to change positions since my ankles and wrists were bound. Mommy and a pink maid were getting Kylie and Dakota situated in high chairs instead of the feeding table that we had used this morning. “Should I get Chrissy out of the stroller?” the maid asked. “No she’s still being punished,” just feed her a bottle in the stroller. Mommy said. I recognized the face of the maid I had seen around the facility in the past, but I couldn’t remember her name. I resisted the urge to speak to her, not wanting to get in more trouble. She smiled and spoke to me in cute baby talk as she held the bottle while I suckled the nipple. I had briefly thought about resisting, but I was hungry and the milk was very good. After dinner we returned to our nursery room. Mommy pushed Kylie’s stroller and a maid pushed mine. I saw that there was a small bedroom to the left as we came in, that must be where Mommy lives? My stroller was parked at the bathroom door and Mommy announced it was time for tooth brushing and carried Kylie from her stroller to the bathroom. “Mommy, my teeth are clean,” Dakota said, but his complaints were ignored. The bathroom in the nursery apartment wasn’t large, there was a toilet that likely didn’t see much use, a bathtub shower, and sink. With Mommy, Kylie and Dakota in the bathroom there was no space for me. Mommy fixed a brush with pink glitter toothpaste for Dakota and he started brushing, but she brushed Kylie’s for her. The pink maid picked took a bag of trash from the room and said goodbye. When they were finished brushing Mommy carried out Kylie and sat her on the play mat. She crawled around and bit and then started rolling on her back playing with her toes. Dakota toddled over to the couch and sat down. My knowledge of babies was limited, but If I had to guess I would say that Kylie was behaving like she was a year old. She could barely stand on her own and mostly crawled, she could barely talk, and spent most of her time crawling around playing with toys. Would Dakota and I end up like? My thoughts were interrupted when Mommy started brushing my teeth. Surprisingly the toothpaste tasted actually good. With my teeth clean Mommy turned her attention back to Dakota and Kylie, “I bet you too would like a little nakey time,” Mommy said. She removed both Dakota and Kylie's clothes and wet diapers then placed them on a big soft blanket on the floor completely naked. They curled up on pillows and Mommy turned on a screen that was playing an animated show for toddlers with a magical dragon. They both seemed hypnotized by the show. Mommy sat down in the recliner and started reading leaving me strapped in the stroller. “Umm,” I said, getting Mommie’s attention, “Yes Chrissy?” she asked. “Can I get out please?” I asked in a slightly childish voice. “No your punishment isn’t over yet,” she said. “I’m really wet,” I said. “I know baby, that’s part of your punishment too.” About ten minutes later I felt my stomach start to rumble and my meager attempts to hold it were defeated. My sphincter opened and wet mush pushed out, but unable to move in my stroller physics pushed back and I could feel my sphincter stretch with pain. The mess flowed out of my widened orifice and mushed up both the front and back of the diaper. The bottle she’d given me at dinner must have been laced with a powerful laxative. I was growing quite uncomfortable, unable to move in a very wet and messy diaper and the smell was getting really bad. Finally I couldn’t take it much more, “Mommy, I really need changed,” I said in a childish voice. Mommy got up from the recliner where she was reading and walked over to me. “What’s wrong honey?” “I really need changed,” I said. “How come?” she asked. This must be a test, I need to act like a baby to be changed I thought. This was so humiliating, but my rear was burning and I needed to get out of the stroller. “Please change me Mommy, I had an accident,” I said. Mommy went back to her chair and picked up her book. “Please, what do I need to do to get out of this stroller, please, this is horrible,” I yelled. Dakota and Kylie ignored my outburst, they seemed hypnotized by the show. Mommy put her book down, “If you want your punishment to end then you have to stop fighting, turn off your adult brain, imagine yourself as a baby, what would you do?” she said and started reading. “I don’t know, if I was a real baby you wouldn’t leave me in a poopy diaper would you!” I yelled. She just shook her head and continued reading. Frustrated and growing angry I flexed my fists and struggled against the straps, “This is so fudging stupid,” I yelled. A few minutes later Mommy got up and picked up Kylie, “Whoops, little too much nakey time,” she said. I noticed that there was a wet spot on the blanket where the girl had been sitting. Mommy placed her on the changing table and changed her then put her in a onesie and on a different spot on the blanket. Dakota was next and I was now incredibly jealous that I wasn’t getting care. “Please,” I said in desperation and was ignored. “OK fine, turn off my adult brain, whatever,” I said and tried to visualize myself in the stroller as a baby. I remembered something I’d seen in the past. A little boy in the mall who, like me, had been strapped into a stroller. He was a big chubby toddler, maybe almost three years old. His Mother and her friend were in front of us in line. The boy was old enough to feel ashamed, he was fighting back tears and pouting, he had real fear in his eyes. His little jeans were puffed out from a very wet diaper and he was uncontrollably wetting it more. When he saw the big stain forming all over his jeans he began to cry. I remember feeling amused and sad for the kid as his Mom picked him up out of the stroller and held him out at arms length. “Tommy, your pants are soaked front and back,” she said. Her friend giggled and they put him back in the stroller. “I’ll change you in the car, you’ll just have to wait” she told him. With that memory in my mind I tried to imagine the way that poor boy felt. I found myself with real tears in my eyes. What if Mommy doesn’t change me, what if I can't stop, will I be in wet diapers forever. My jaw began to quiver and I couldn’t stop it, I was wailing like a baby, sobbing without control. There was only one thought in my head, I needed Mommy. I didn’t register the fact that Mommy was unstrapping my ankles, then my wrists and telling me she was there and to calm down. She was holding me tight against her chest and I was still crying. I buried my face in her dress and made it wet with tears and snot while she rubbed my head. The next hour was blurry, like a dream. I know I was cleaned up and changed, and after that I remember nuzzling against Mommy’s breasts while she read a story. I have no idea what the story was, but I remember colorful pictures from the pages of the book. I came to realize that for at least some period of time my adult mind had taken a back seat, I had gone mushy like Dakota and Sarah had talked about. After the story we were put to bed in our cribs, by this time I was back to myself and trying to process everything that had happened today. Like this morning I crawled to the edge of the bars and Dakota did the same thing in his nearby crib. “It was cool wasn’t it?” he whispered. I shook my head in confusion. “You went mushy, you got all, baby brained, it felt good didn’t it?” “Yeah I guess, I mean I don’t remember all that well, you were mushy most of the time at the playground weren’t you?” I asked. “Yeah, it really worked, they told me when I got a big sister it would be easier to be little,” Dakota said. “Do you realize that you had an orgasm out in public,” I asked. Dakota blushed, “Yeah, but when you’re mushy it’s just like. It’s just feeling good you know, like nothing matters, no embarrassment, no problems. It’s just perfect.” “That’s what’s wrong with Kylie isn’t it, she’s mushy all the time?” I asked. Dakota shrugged. “When’s the last time you had a conversation, I don’t think I ever heard her actually use words today?” I asked. “We never really had an adult conversation, when I first got here she just talked like a little kid alot. She had no idea how long she’d been here, she was so happy to have a big sister though. I don’t think I’ve heard her speak in anything but baby babble in a long time I guess,” Dakota said. “Hey, this is embarrassing but do you think of yourself as a girl now?” I asked. “Yeah I guess, I mean Mommy calls us baby girls all the time, and the doctor told me I’m a girl, so I guess so. How about you?” “I guess, they told me they were going to give me a treatment to make me a real girl and I refused, then I woke up here. I wish I’d just agrred.” I said. “But then you wouldn’t be my big sister and think of all the good times we’re going to have,” Dakota said. “But don’t you see, we’ll end up like Kylie, like braindead,” I said. Dakota frowned, “That’s mean, she’s not braindead, she’s a baby. Good night,” Dakota said and rolled away and covered up. Feeling like a jerk, I rolled back from the bars and tried to fall 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.

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-One: My New Toy Katie was reading Anne of Green Gables and waiting for her Daddie to pick her up. It had been two weeks since she last saw him. He had told her he would be later today than usual because of prior commitments, so she had stopped for lunch after class. He soon came strolling in the common room. She got up to greet him before heading to her room to get her stuff. In her room, he took the Mary Jane shoes from the last Sunday she was with him, which she had set on top of her dirty laundry, and set them with her small collection of shoes. He grabbed one of her too big for her shoes left over from before she met him and set it on top of the laundry. After putting her in padding and a binder, he braided her hair in pigtails and then tied pink bows in her hair. “Daddie, do you want the dress?” she asked. “Is it dirty?” “I only wore it one time and was very careful not to spill on it,” she told him. “Let me see it, Princess,” he instructed her. She got it out of her closet and handed it to her Daddie. After checking it for cleanliness, she was told to rehang it in her closet, but he asked to look in her closet. Checking her closet out, he selected a dress that looked the largest. He took that dress out of the closet, held it against her, and saw that the waistline of the dress had a good six inches of spare room. “One of these days, the two of us are going to go through your wardrobe, and you are going to try every outfit on, and we are going to replace the ones that don’t fit. This dress, for example, is huge on you,” he said as he placed the massive dress in the dirty laundry. Katie could only look at her feet from where she was sitting on her bed. She knew if Daddie went through with his threat, she would lose half her clothes. Picking up her items, including her backpack, he started to the car with his regressed daughter following him. The items in his hand were placed in the car. Then, she was strapped in the car seat. He then got in the driver's seat and started driving. She checked the activity bag for any treats and found the Green Gables book, the next Little House book, and the coloring book that had been there all along. She tucked herself in the Green Gables book to pass the travel time. Once she got to his house, she asked, “Daddie, can I do homework outside on the swing, please?” “No, you may not. It is supposed to be windy tonight, but tomorrow should be nice,” Daddie told Katie. He set her backpack near the high chair. He then strapped her in it after placing her in it. As she was getting situated for her homework, she found a sippy cup in front of her and got her paci put in her mouth. She heard the doorbell ring and listened to what sounded like Stacy’s voice asking if she was available. “She is doing homework, Stacy, and …” Daddie started and stepped onto the porch so that Katie couldn’t hear the rest. She thought he was gone a long time, though, as if he walked her friend home or was talking to her outside. ~o~O~o~ “Daddie, I am done,” Katie Ann said. He appeared out of nowhere, put a plate of grilled cheese in front of her face, and refilled her sippy. “Eat up so I can try my new toy out on you,” she was told, and she thought he had a smirk on his face. “New toy?” she asked. “You will find out when I want you to find out, Buttercup.” After she was done eating, he carried her upstairs and strapped her to her changing table. He stripped her naked except for her binder, and then she felt him stick something in her bum. It felt like the cat's tail had been placed in her again. “Daddie, what was that?” she asked. “A health monitoring probe and a butt plug, Buttercup,” Daddie said and then made a zipping motion on her lips Buttercup then found herself in padding again, and then she was helped into an outfit that looked a little big on her. It appeared to be some kind of furry outfit to her. She got a look at the inside of the attached closed hood. She didn’t see any opening for her face, but there was a ball attached to a tube about where her mouth would be and two tubes where her nose would be. She couldn’t tell if she could see or not from whatever this outfit was. He put the ball with the tube in her mouth. The ball basically gagged her, and then he carefully fed the other two tubes in her nostrils. When he zipped what sounded like four zippers, she discovered that she couldn’t see. She then heard what sounded like a vacuum running, and parts of her body felt like they were being inflated. “Buttercup, this may feel weird. I have to stuff you to finish off your teddy bear costume,” he told her as he moved from section to section, rolling her this way and that way. He worked slowly, forcing what she assumed was stuffing into every nook and cranny. She assumed that this was something like the machine at Build-a-Bear but with multiple holes in the outfit. Once her head had been inflated, scratch that, stuffed, she saw that she could see out of it, somewhat. She couldn’t see sharp details. Everything was fuzzy and had a brown tint to it, but she could make out shapes and see light. It appeared to her that she was looking out of the teddy bear's glass bead eyes. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to, with the stuffed head holding her mouth shut and the gag ball preventing her tongue from moving. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t really move any muscles in the outfit. Thankfully, her breathing wasn’t hampered by the costume, thanks to her nostril tubes. She could do without the plug in her bottom. That was like that stinking tail again. She felt herself being picked up and carried upstairs to some room. She couldn’t make enough details out in the fuzziness to determine the room. She heard what sounded like the room door being closed, and then she just sat immobilized, losing track of time. Later, she heard movement and saw the room brighten up. She thought it looked like Sir’s room, but it was still too fuzzy to be sure. Soon she felt him doing something with her padded face and then heard a command to suck. She sucked on the ball and found what tasted like apple juice coming through the tube in the ball. After her drink was done, Buttercup felt Sir removing whatever he attached to her face, and she was turned on her side. The room became dark again, and she felt arms hugging her, and soon, she drifted asleep in the darkness.

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Part 3 “So,” I harrumphed as only a seventy-one year old can, “I’ve got that wrong but... I’m not far off am I?” “You’re about as far off as you could be,” Cordulla added, her German accent just slightly more discernible than earlier. “However, tomorrow is to be our final day... so might I suggest you sleep on the fact we’re here for your benefit and that won’t change.” Now, I know that it seems that I’m being more than a little gullible – after all this is not proceeding like any other research project with which I’ve ever been involved. In fact, my brain is buzzing with everything... I mean thoughts, ideas and memories are firing around in my head like they’ve never done before, well as far as I can remember (and my memory seems pretty good at the moment). None of this makes any sense, I know it’s not making any sense and yet... all I can say is that I’ve been won over by this enthusiastic team and I’m quite intrigued to know where this will end. They keep saying it will be for MY benefit (and eventually that of older people), though won’t say exactly what that entails but their positivity has been catching so, here I am. “We all think you’re the ideal candidate,” Asim added maybe massaging my ego, “Please have only good thoughts as we can promise you, after tomorrow, with the company’s permission, we can take the final steps and then it’s up to you.” Bed did seem a great option, especially when I checked my watch it was nearly midnight. What a full and strange day it had been but I was still no nearer knowing anything about this ‘project’ that suspiciously promised something... though they weren’t saying what. As Ben escorted me to my bedroom and used the card to unlatch the door he handed the pass back to me. “Sleep well, the feedback from our company to all we’ve discussed has been very favourable.” He smiled the most encouraging smile. “We will just wait on their final judgement and tomorrow, hopefully, we’ll be able to tell you more. Good night Gordon.” There’s that reassurance. I sauntered a little unsteadily into my room wishing I was back to being a teenager, Ben would have been... oh well... silly to even think about it... and turned on the light. I was surprised at what greeted me. *** Together with an unopened pack that contained a pair of paisley pyjamas, not unlike the pair I wore in the little video I’d made for them, were a set of three different kinds of nappy. A large terry towel square, with extra absorbent pads and plastic pants, a pair of thick white adult pull-ups and surprisingly (well even more surprisingly) a pair of adult but thick juvenile looking Rearz Safari’s in all their colourful splendour... plus of course the required lotions and powder to complete the set. An advert for Poonami Proof Pampers flitted into my thoughts... but how have these guys got everything covered? I laughed out loud because I’d obviously been kidding myself that the nappy and plastic pants I was wearing under my trousers had gone un-noticed. I knew from past market research meetings I’d been to that they can get a little intense and go on longer than planned. I know there was never anyone stopping you nipping off to the toilet if needed but you didn’t want to be ‘that person’ who couldn’t control their bladder. You realised if you did, the word might get around and you wouldn’t be the first choice for any future work. Anyway, that’s how I saw it but, on this occasion, I felt a lot safer wearing some padding as, though I hate to admit it, I’d had one or two ’near misses’ and one or two ‘not so near misses’ so had begun to wear a nice thick nappy when I went anywhere. To begin with I simply put it down to my advanced years, which of course was true, but I also quite liked the feeling wearing such an item gave. When sporting one I remembered my time with Kenneth and those few happy days we had together. Pervy or not, it had been a very special time and had obviously had some effect on the way I am now... because, after all these years, I still think of it fondly. I also thought back to the time I’d tried to engage Sam in something similar but he wasn’t interested. It had been a bit of a disappointment but I never pushed it as it was obviously something that just didn’t appeal. As a result, I never broached the subject again. However, as he got sicker and less mobile I had coerced him to see the need of them and, being a fairly practical guy, he acquiesced to my careful pleading. Even after all the time together he was still embarrassed and nervous as I put him in his first nappy since childhood. I could see how uncomfortable he was about it but nonetheless he allowed me to continue. There wasn’t a lot I could do for his illness but I was pleased to be able to offer such comfort in those final stages. I loved taking care of my man and thankfully it soon became just part of a daily routine for which he was grateful. But since he’d passed I have reassessed my relationship with my padded friends. Now, as I wear one, there’s a connection to a man I spent almost forty years with and, if I’m being honest, it feels like a loving hug from the man who made me happy. Stupid I know. *** So, this ‘revelation’ of three sets of nappies proved that this ‘market research team’ knew me better than I thought and were trying to make me content. Had they somehow looked on the browser of my computer and seen what I’d been searching for and looking at – all those lovely people wearing their protection and looking happy about it - just as I felt all those years ago. At times, as I sorted through the images or read the stories, I slipped back to those days with Kenneth and being a twenty year old and wearing lovely thick padding with no one judging me... if anything, it was encouragement. I suppose, this little research group, in their own way were offering me similar type of acceptance and encouragement, though how they knew escaped me. Of course, none of this seemed real but I’d been here a long time and that doesn’t normally happen in these research groups. No doubt everything we talked about was taped for referral but perhaps it was also a live feed to someone – as a result they were able to determine a great deal from answers I’d given. I’d heard of algorithms (though had no idea what they were) being able to collate information and through key words, gestures and tone... so perhaps I was giving off more than I thought in these discussions? Meanwhile, my ‘special’ secret underwear wasn’t that secret and I admired each piece laid out on the bed and my heart filled with gratitude. Of course, that might just have been the brandy and my brain conspiring but did prove to me how thoughtful these young people were being. Or maybe, I was just a sucker for nappies. Anyway, I’d seen the Safari’s online and admired them but had not bought any as I regarded them as a waste on someone my age. Whilst searching the sites I thought the pretty childish and colourful selections always looked good on youngsters I’d seen wearing them but on an older, maybe more wrinkly body (and that was mine), not quite so cute. However, now here was a pair, and they were for me. I stumbled into the bathroom, stripped (with a degree of alcohol induced difficulty) threw my soggy nappy I’d been wearing all day into the bath, wiped myself down and, foregoing the lotion and preliminaries, slipped almost too comfortably into a very plasticky but thick Rearz. It felt divine as I patted and stroked the soft, smooth fabric and admired my seventy-one year old body in the full length mirror. I think they call it “looking through beer (brandy) goggles” but I thought I looked childishly splendid. With a sigh and a few aching groans I fell into bed, pulled up the substantial duvet, wriggled contentedly and slipped into deep satisfying slumber. *** I slept the sleep of the innocent and woke up to the sound of the bedside phone ringing. I peered at my watch and saw it was just past nine and was quite surprised that not only had I slept so late (for me) but felt pretty good after having drank so much the night before. “Hello” “Morning Gordon,” it was the cheery voice of Asim, “just wondering if you’d care to join us for breakfast.” “Erm, yes,” Although my head wasn’t fuzzy I was still trying to wake up properly. “I’ll be down, erm, in about half an hour... or so.” “That would be fantastic we’ll all be waiting as we have some news for you.” His voice was laden with secrets but I didn’t react - laid in bed I sort of just shrugged and began to assess myself. Firstly, my hand reached down and the firmness of the Safari told me that I’d wet. I did a quick grope around but didn’t find any damp spots on the sheet... that was lucky. On the dresser opposite I could see the fresh white fabric nappy and disposable from last night in a pile and wondered which would be better for the day. Oh, I’d sort that out after I’d had a shower. I got out of bed surprisingly nimbly for a man of my age and impediments but was struck by the reflection in the mirror – the firm Safari, now hanging less tightly to my hips, still looked pretty impressive. I did a little turn and noticed the padded bum looked quite full and wondered if I’d missed an important part of what was actually filling it. Tentatively I patted the seat and was glad to feel it was padding and not mush, so that immediately lifted my spirits. Still, I had a breakfast meeting (I hadn’t said those words for a number of years) and didn’t want to keep the encouraging little quintet waiting too long. I climbed into the bathtub shower and, with a little regret, pulled at the tabs of the Safari and let it flop into the base of the unit where it joined my old and well used nappy and plastic pants from the day before. I made a mental note to get some lovely colourful Rearz for myself. As I showered my mind was full of thoughts about nappies and being a kid again – now that’s pretty good marketing if just wearing a Safari once had made me want to wear them more. I still thought they were better on a young body, a baby’s body or a young guy’s body but, what the hell, at my age I can really do what I like and no one is going to say a damn thing. So, after I’d cleared myself out and cleaned myself up I decided I’d wear what I’d worn the day before, hoping that the new fabric nappy and plastic pants would service me better than just a disposable. It was nice that they’d supplied me with a lovely scented lotion and a canister of Johnson’s Baby Powder but I also noticed, which I’d missed the night before, a small zip-up collapsible bag which I could parcel all my new (and old) bits and bobs in rather than carrying around a used nappy all day for all to see. I slipped the new pyjamas in as well and thought I could return them unused if they needed them. *** Once dressed, and with the fresh nappy clinging tightly to my ageing groin, I set off with my little inconspicuous bag for breakfast. I felt on top of the world and completely refreshed despite my previous night’s alcohol intake and that was a surprise. The smell of food as I entered the buffet-style cafeteria made me realise just how hungry I was. After all, despite several biscuits I hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and that seemed ages ago. However, before I could make it to the counter I was greeted by the happy face of Ben who guided me to the table where the rest of the team were ensconced. “And how are we today?” Sabrina cheerfully asked. “We,” I said looking back at the array of fried food I was desperate to get my teeth into, “are hungry and in need of a bacon infusion... how are you?” The entire team smiled at my ‘joke’ and guided me to a seat at their table. “Can we get you anything?” Asim enquired. “Well now, let me see,” I teased, “I’m seventy one and quite capable of getting what I want myself so, if you don’t mind, you all sit down and do just that.” I didn’t wait for any further comments and made my way to the buffet. Thankfully there was plenty of bacon and scrambled eggs left but first I loaded up the toast making apparatus (it was like a conveyor belt) and then went off to choose my breakfast. Angela asked if I wanted tea or coffee and as that was about as much as she’d said to me since I’d been there I politely asked for tea. I piled my plate up, collected the four rounds of toast I’d let loose on the machine and returned to my seat. The others looked like they’d already finished their sparse meals and were ready to go. I told them they didn’t have to keep me company and that I’d meet up with them in whatever chatting area they decided for the next part of the meeting. They all looked pretty excited and the fact I was delaying them telling me their news was obviously driving them to distraction. I thought whatever it was could wait... never rush a nice full brekkie. * I sauntered into the smaller, more intimate Conference Room 4, well fed and feeling better than I’d done for quite some time. I wondered if that was part of the ‘research for the elderly’ and if it was, it was working, or simply being in the company of five young people. Anyway, whatever the reason, I was in a very nice place. I have to say it did feel strange being the only one left of the twenty that started, and of course I felt weirdly proud that at seventy one I’d outlasted them but... In the room the eager faces were all looking in my direction and I noticed a large TV screen set up. That got me wondering as we’d not had that before. “We haf zome news vor you Gordon,” Cordulla began, her accent even more distinct, and I could see all the others had smiling and expectant faces. “Our director has agreed zat you are an ideal candidate and vants to offer you a chance of a lifetime.” She said ‘lifetime’ as if it had a deep hidden meaning but I still wasn’t getting what the offer was. “Could you be more specific Cordulla? I get that I’m special but what makes me so special to receive this, this... I’m still not sure what ‘this’ is?” Ben added his piece. “Gordon, what we’re about to show you is quite unbelievable but please bear with us and any questions will be answered at the end of the presentation, OK?” He pressed a key on his iPad and the screen burst into life. *** The image pulled out from a little sleeping new-born baby being held in the arms of two young guys who were looking adoringly at the child and whispering words of love (I think so although they were speaking in Italian). A respectable looking lady stepped in front of the camera and introduced herself as Professor Louisa De La Mere. “Good morning Gordon,” she said, which took me by surprise. “This is Gilbert and François,” the two boys looked and nodded to camera. “They have just adopted their first child, who they are going to call...” she let Gilbert speak in Italian “Il suo nome è Guillermo”. “What a lovely name Guillermo.” She thanked the boys in Italian and they wandered off-screen happy with their baby son. “Now Gordon, you may be wondering what all that has to do with you... well... you may be interested to know...” she paused and let her words linger, “Guillermo used to be eighty-five year old Constantine Papadakis and now, as you can see, he’s quite a special little guy to a couple of wonderful boys who were desperate to start a family of their own.” It took a moment for my head to process what was being said and what that meant and what I think I was about to be offered. It was like an assault on my brain which wasn’t prepared for such a shock and all hell broke loose. I’m not sure what happened next because my body ran through the entire gamut of shivers to extreme heat before disaster, my sphincter opened and I felt an unwelcome surge into the seat of my nappy... then I passed out. *** I was out for only a few seconds but the team had gathered around and helped me back onto the chair. They all looked concerned. Sabrina was patting my hand, Cordulla was wafting me with her iPad and Ben had fetched me a glass of water. “Erm, sorry about that...” I tried to compose myself but wasn’t sure if they knew what had happened in my pants, also, had I heard correctly, had I interpreted what was being said wrongly, I needed time to think. “I’m afraid I’ll need my bag and a visit to the toilet... or bathroom preferably... erm, I need, ermmmmm...” By then I think they’d noticed that I needed to change. Angela was the first to react and grabbed my bag and held out her hand for me to take as she said she’d deal with it. I gave her my pass card and we entered the lift, thankfully we were the only occupants, and travelled up the two levels to my room which had yet to be cleaned by the maid service. She opened the door to let me pass and surprisingly followed me in. “I can manage from here love, thanks.” I said trying to remove her from my embarrassing circumstance. “I’m sure you can Gordon but, my background is caring for the elderly and despite what I know are going to be your protestations, I am also a qualified nurse... so Mister... you have had a bit of a shock and I’ll be looking after you from now on.” “No need for that love I...” I tried to deny I needed help but there was no doubt I was in a state of shock and wasn’t too sure my shaking hands would have been able to do much. “Nonsense, leave everything to me and I won’t hear another word... this is my job and for the moment you are in MY care so don’t be an awkward old bugger.” Up until that moment I hadn’t taken much notice of this member of the group but she was not taking any attitude or embarrassment from an old man who’d just pooped his pants. With that firmness of tone I found myself being led into the bathroom and my pants being slowly pulled down. “Ah, good job you chose the plastic pants option,” she said with complete authority, “we might have been stuck for clean pants otherwise.” Meanwhile my shoes and socks were removed. Now I’m sure this happens on a daily basis in hospitals and care homes and in fact I’d done this with Sam, but someone else involved in my change was distressing. I was uneasy, I hardly knew the girl and yet she was in charge of what was about to happen. My protestations were hopeless as she unzipped my little bag, noticed the couple of used nappies already held in it and fished the unused disposable out, as well as wipes, and lotion. “This is a lovely thick brand,” she fluffed the thin and tiny looking disposable out to gain some air and then left it as she eased down my plastic pants. The smell wasn’t nice but she just guided me over to the sink and began the wipe down. I was still shaking but I’d held my shirt up out of the way and tried to think would I have been this nervous if either Ben or Asim had been the ones doing it. “Oh God, don’t think of that now.” I said to myself but louder than I thought. “What’s that Gordon?” She continued with her professional duties. “Oh nothing just wishing things were different and not so embarrassing.” “You needn’t be embarrassed on my count Gordon. Anyway, you’re just about done now,” As she held the soft white fabric out at my feet so I just had to step into them. I did as instructed and then she wriggled them up my legs and firmly patted them into place. “There, all nice and snug.” “Thank you young lady, I’m much obliged...” For reasons beyond my knowledge I sounded like I was in some American movie. Thankfully I stopped myself from continuing the silliness by simply grabbing my pants and slowly pulling them up without further help. Once she saw I was satisfied with the way everything looked, and she’d packed the rest of the evidence away, she smiled a little too much and said: “Now, before we return to the conference room, do you need a minute to think about what you saw on screen?” “I think I need longer than a few minutes, I mean, I mean, I, I ummmm, can’t believe any of this.” I sat down on my unmade bed and rested my head in my hands; the thickness of the disposable crinkled reassuringly but at that moment, that was the only thing I could believe in. I mean, what the Professor had said was impossible. Not only that but WHY, why would they go to all that trouble, it’s not like there aren’t enough babies available? What on Earth would be the point? I let out a long soft sigh and wondered what I’d let myself in for... or, perhaps more weirdly, was this all a complex joke? ****

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: I Am Not Stupid Mrs. Bullard repeated herself, “I am not stupid. She isn’t your daughter. Remember, Adam, I have known you since grade school.” Breathing, she continued, “Eight years ago, when Katie would have been conceived, you would have been sixteen or seventeen. You were dating my sister at that time.” Katie Ann just looked down at her feet, not knowing what to do in this situation. She was supposed to be a doll, so she was not to move or talk. She didn’t have any input in the case. She also hoped in her mind that the dating Mrs. Bullard was talking about was in the past. Sara Bullard continued, “She is not my niece. I also have never pegged you, Adam, for the cheating type. Also, up ’til the middle of the summer, you had Heidi regularly coming over on the weekends. You were not exactly secretive about what you did with her. I don’t try to be nosy, but you don’t shut your curtains. Suddenly, she stopped coming, and Katie showed up a few months later, who, according to this room, is probably wearing the same stuff,” as she patted the little girl on the bottom. “Yep, she is.” “I hardly doubt that you would force an actual child to wear diapers. So unless she is incontinent, she probably isn’t really seven. She looks believable but a little tall,” she said. She turned to Katie Ann, and she said, “Who are you, and how old are you?” Sighing, Owner said, “She is...” Sara said, “No, I want her to answer.” Sighing again, he said, “Kathleen, you can talk and move.” Sighing, Katie answered, “I am Kathleen or Katie Ann Telgenhof. When I am not willingly a young seven-year-old, I am a nineteen-year-old college student.” “And he isn’t forcing you to be young, is he? You apparently put on a good show, or at least when you are around Stacy. Every other word out her mouth is Katie this, Katie that,” She continued. “I came into this relationship as a submissive. Daddie or Owner decides what I am going to be. He usually treats me as a seven-year-old, with a hint of toddler thrown in the mix in private. I do enjoy being a child because I have the most freedom.” Katie started sadly because she figured she was probably going to lose her friend. She continued, “It used to upset me when people treated me like a child because I was trying to be an adult and failing at it. But in my child persona, my life just feels right. And people don’t look down at me as a child.” Sara, noticing that this was hard for Katie, was rubbing the rag doll's back. She asked both of them, “Since you both are technically adults, is this a sexual relationship?” Katie said, “Nope, I am under contract to him, and no sex is in it. For that matter, no abuse of any kind is in it, too.” “What is she wearing on her chest? It feels strange,” Sara asked. The doll answered, “A binder. It makes my AA chest flat,” as Adam threw a binder from the dresser to Sara. Katie, figuring out where this conversation was going spoke, “I will avoid spending time around Stacy. I won’t go with her to Sunday school tomorrow.” Daddie told her, “That won’t be a problem, Katie Ann, you won’t go back to church.” Sara interrupted, “Neither of you will do either of those things. Stacy will still escort you,” pointing at Katie, “to the first and second-grade Sunday school class. Adam, you will still take your daughter to church on Sundays when she is here. I didn’t come here to break the two girls up. Katie and Stacy appear to be good friends and are having fun together. Adam, you will still be Stacy’s occasional babysitter, too. Nothing will change between our two houses except that the truth will be known. The status quo will remain. What were your plans for tomorrow, Adam, before I stopped by?” “Take her to church and then back to college after she puts casual clothes on,” he said. “Your plans for tomorrow are now, no ifs or buts about it, taking her to church. You then will come directly to my house to have dinner. Then you can take her to college later.” The neighbor lady said in an authoritarian tone. Daddie and Katie just shrugged at each other. As Mrs. Bullard was getting ready to leave the room, Katie asked, “So I can still be friends with Stacy?” Coming back to Katie, Sara patted her on the head and told her, “Yes, you may. Stacy would kill me if I kept you two apart. Though someone needs to tell her the truth, leave that up to me.” “How will I know when Stacy knows?” Katie inquired. “She will tell you when she knows,” Sara told the worrisome little girl as she walked out of the room, with Adam following her. He came back into the room and, after picking her up, said, “I am too emotionally tired to put your face on. You will sleep like that in my bed tonight, Buttercup,” as he carried her across the hall. ~o~O~o~ Walking into church the next day, Katie Ann, in a lovely Lavender dress and a matching bow on top of her braid, was attacked by what can only be described as tropical storm Stacy. Stacy grabbed her hand and told Daddie, “I am going to borrow Katie for a bit, Mr. Olsen.” He nodded yes at Stacy in response to the departing girls. Smiling, Stacy led Katie towards some other young girls, saying to the girls, “Becka, Heather, this is Katie, my neighbor.” The three girls started talking a mile a minute, with Katie occasionally putting her bit in but mostly just being shy. Stacy, seeing Katie was mostly quiet, asked her in a whisper, “Are you ok, Katie?” “I am shy, plus nervous about something,” Katie whispered back. Stacy whispered, “We will talk at my house about the nervous issue, but you weren’t shy two weeks ago.” Katie, with a slight tongue showing, said, “You didn’t give me a chance to be shy two weeks ago!” Stacy said quietly, “Oh,” as her mother ushered both of the girls toward the sanctuary. Katie looked around for her Daddie and didn’t see him as she followed Stacy’s Mommie. They were led to a pew in the church, where she saw her Daddie and another guy waiting for them. It seemed to her that Mrs. Bullard purposely sat between the two young girls. After the preacher released the children, Katie followed Stacy toward the same classroom as last time. Once they got there, Katie counted ten to fifteen first and second-graders again. The only difference between this time and last time is the teacher personally greeted Katie as she entered the room. ~o~O~o~ Again, after Sunday school was over, Katie followed Stacy back to the common room, holding tight to her artwork. She was getting more nervous about what would happen at the Bullards. Stacy hadn’t mentioned knowing anything while they were in the church, but maybe that was by design. Stacy was definitely still her friend. She was more nervous about Mrs. Bullard. And who had that mystery guy been in the pew with them? Once they got back to the gathering room, she noticed her Daddie talking and drinking coffee again. She patiently waited for him to see her. When he did, she gave him her artwork. She then went to usurp a cookie and stand near Stacy, who was standing near the mystery guy. She tapped Stacy on the shoulder, causing her friend to jump in surprise. “Katie, you scared me, … oh, this is my Daddie, Daddie, this is Katie,” Stacy said. Mr. Bullard said to Katie, “I have heard all about you from my talkative daughter. It's nice to finally meet you.” Thinking to herself, Katie thought, “And probably from his wife.” She said out loud, “Thank you, sir.” “Daddie, can I ride with Mr. Olsen, or Katie ride with us?” Stacy asked. Mr. Bullard said, “You both need boosters; you two can be separated for the short time it takes to get home.” Stacy had a pout on her face, and she led Katie over to a bench to wait impatiently since it looked like the adults were going to talk for a while. The two girls quietly played tic tac toe in the velvet of the seat while they were waiting since they were bored. “Katie, Stacy, time to go, sweeties,” they heard Sara say. Katie got up and erased the evidence of their game. She went to where Daddie was standing. She was helped into her seat when they got to the car. After she was strapped in, he started driving, following the Bullards. Not that he needed directions, though, to his home. After Daddie had unstrapped her, she started walking away from the car. She hadn’t walked halfway between the houses when Stacy grabbed her hand, dragged her toward her parents, and asked, “Now, can I tell her?” “Yes, you may.” Looking at Katie, Stacy said, “I know you have two different ages, but I don’t care,” which got a smile out of the regressed girl. Continuing, she asked, “What school do you go to? You never told me?” “Mountain College,” was the answer Stacy received, as they were walking in the house. “No, no, that is where the older you goes. I can’t exactly tell my friends that. Where does my good friend, Katie, go?” “Oh, Clearwater Elementary in Clearwater, I live with my Mommie there. That is the answer I told the hairstylist,” Katie said, giggling with a smile. Stacy turned and looked at Daddie and asked, “Speaking about that, can I get my hair braided like Katie, Mr. Olsen, please?” “One or two braids?” Thinking about it, she answered, “Two, please.” “I need to run home before I can do that,” he said, turning to run home. He wasn’t gone long when he came back. To Katie, it looked like he had grabbed her diaper bag and a shopping bag. Taking the shopping bag, he sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him for Stacy to sit down at. Soon, she spotted two pigtails with white ribbons tickling her ears. “You two girls switch spots, please,” he said. Katie sat down in the spot and felt her Daddie undoing her hair before braiding it again in pigtails with ribbons tickling her ears, too. “Both of you sit very closely together, please,” he said. The two girls felt him messing with the braid close to the other girl; they weren’t sure what he was doing. Soon, Katie’s Daddie said, “Go show your Mommy in the kitchen, Stacy.” Stacy tried to get up to show her Mommie, only to have her head jerk back towards Katie. They discovered that Daddie had hair-banded the two girls' braids together. Slowly, the two girls got up and walked towards the kitchen. It caused the two guys to smile at their struggle. Walking into the kitchen, Sara greeted the girls with, “What do we have here?” “Daddie is mean!” Katie exclaimed in a pouty voice. “Let me separate you two so we can eat.” “No, let me get photo evidence first,” Mr. Bullard said with an evil chuckle. He had the girls stand in front of a wall and then took their picture a few times. He made sure the braid was in the picture before separating the two girls. Stacy led Katie to the table and made sure they were sitting together. Mrs. Bullard came behind the two girls and tucked a napkin in their necklines. “You both are wearing dress clothes. I know how messy you can be, Stacy, and Katie probably is too.” Katie looked at the plate and saw that it was already loaded with a kid-size portion of potatoes, brussels sprouts, and some tender-looking meat. She wasn’t thrilled about the sprouts, but Mrs. Bullard had been an excellent host, so she would eat it. They had Stacy say grace, and then everyone tucked in their food. The adults started conversing about the two girls, while the girls just stayed quiet and ate their food. “Where did you two go yesterday?” Mrs. Bullard asked. “The zoo,” Daddie answered. Mr. Bullard said, “‘I always liked ‘Hanna Valley.” “We didn’t go there. Someone would not have enjoyed that,” Daddie said, looking at Katie. Almost in unison, all the Bullards asked, “Why?” Stacy, in particular, was looking at her friend like she had grown a horn. Katie started to open her mouth, but Daddie continued, “The older her volunteers are there, so she wouldn’t have had a fun time. She would always be worried if someone would make the connection.” “Oh,” Stacy said while Mr. Bullard was looking at her like he just made a connection like he had seen her before. With that, the subject was changed, this time to older hers college and major. Katie went to try to answer those questions. She realized they didn’t want her answers; they wanted Daddie’s answers when they ignored her first answer. Soon, Mrs. Bullard was cleaning the plates off the table and setting apple pie in front of everyone. After the pie was done, the girls were excused to Stacy’s room. Stacy mentioned, “My room is not as cool as the room you have. I don’t have a turret. I used to love to sleep in that room when I stayed overnight with Mr. Olsen.” “Does he not watch you anymore?” “No, he still does occasionally, but it is no longer a guest room. It is your room now.” “I think he did redecorate it for me, but you are welcome to sleep in when I am gone. Heck, you are welcome to share the bed with me. We are small enough.” The girls sat down to play Guess Who quietly while the adults talked downstairs. Katie eventually realized that she had a problem, so she told Stacy, “I will be back. I have to deal with something.” She walked back downstairs, following the voices of the adults, and all conversation stopped when she entered the room. Looking at them, she asked, “What are you three discussing?” “You,” was the answer she got. “Oh,” and she turned to leave, sadly. “Did you need something, Princess?” Daddie asked. “Yes, I need a change,” she embarrassedly mumbled. Mrs. Bullard, having just barely heard it, said, “I will do it. Where is her diaper bag?” After being told where it was and getting it, Mrs. Bullard led Katie back up to Stacy’s room. After laying a pad down on Stacy’s bed to protect it, she asked Katie to lie down on it. Katie found it a little embarrassing to be changed by her friend’s mom while said friend watched. After the regressed girl was dry, she felt a pat on her bottom and was told, “You two continue playing nicely.” Soon, they heard, “Katie Ann, help Stacy clean up. It is time to go,” being yelled up the stairs by Daddie. After they cleaned up, they walked downstairs together. Katie was surprised to discover it was already after four o’clock. They had been there for over four hours. After she got hugs from all the Bullards, Daddie took her hand and led her to the car, strapping her car seat. She realized she was still in her dress clothes, so she said, “Daddie?” “Yes, Princess?” “Did I lose my tennis shoes?” “No, they are with your clean laundry in the back.” “Ok,” was her reply, as she grabbed the book from her car bag to occupy herself during the hour ride. After they got to the college, she was unstrapped, and after grabbing the items from the back, they went upstairs to the cluster, where they saw Tiffany pacing. It was as if she was impatiently waiting for something or someone to return. Setting her items on her bed, she hugged Daddie goodbye and told him, “See you in two weeks, Daddie.” She was putting her laundry away when Tiffany knocked on the door. After she let her in, she returned to putting her items away. Tiff spoke, “Little sister, you look cute. Your Sunday best?” “Yes, we went directly from church to the neighbor’s house, to college. I will need your or Ally’s help undoing the buttons in the back at bedtime. Have you eaten dinner yet? I am hungry?” she told Tiff as the pull-up packages were put away. Taking her hand, Tiff said, “Come on, little sis, let’s go get dinner. I can’t wait to show off the cutie pie you are.”

The First Stop Campbell realized three things about Harlow on the station platform: 1) Harlow was taller than he was. He knew that, but standing side by side gave him a different perspective on it. It felt more real. 2) Harlow was carrying a bag over his shoulder. It had a black and white checkered pattern, single strap, with a large compartment. On one end, something was stuffed into one of the sleeves and Campbell could see a familiar baby blue plastic disk filled with holes. Baby Powder. Which meant... 3) Harlow had brought diapers with him. "Well, we've got an hour here at the station before the next train arrives," Harlow said, "So let's get inside out of the cold." Harlow took Campbell by the hand and led him into the train station building. The station was warm, but it was barren. There was nothing to do. Thankfully, the station was two streets away from a shopping center. Harlow was following a map on his phone, heading that way, still holding Campbell's hand in his. "Where are we going?" Campbell finally got the nerve to ask. "Somewhere warm," Harlow said, pulling the smaller man closer and kissing him on the top of his hair. Campbell melted like the snow as it touched his cheeks. "You know," Harlow whispered, "in the cold air, with your cheeks pink; little flecks of snow in your hair, your eyes all glassy and cute and wanty like that? You look adorable, Campbell." The sliding doors opened with a quiet whoosh, and then a louder one from the heat above washing down over the gap to keep the cold air out. The shopping center wasn't empty, but it was a quiet time of day. For a long time, Campbell didn't know what to say. Every time he thought about how quiet he was, he thought about how he must look to other people. How he was holding a taller man's hand as they walked through the food court of the shopping center. How Harlow ordered him an iced coffee and a donut from the cafe. How he was prompted with little questions in a tone that was just a little too unnatural for one adult to use with another. Finally, Campbell thought to check his phone. The train would be there in 38 minutes. Had they already been walking around for that long? Then Campbell thought of something to say. "Do you want any coffee?" he asked, holding up the straw from his cup. "No, no," Harlow laughed. "It's a bit too cold for iced coffee, in my opinion." "Oh." But Campbell only liked iced coffee. Hot coffee was always too hot for him. It dawned on him that Harlow had remembered that little bit of trivia, and he blushed again. "But you know," Harlow said thoughtfully, "all that iced coffee... and you never do know with those train bathrooms. Sometimes they're in order, sometimes they're out of order. And it's an awfully long train ride back." Harlow was clear with his implication. He watched for Campbell's reaction. If he had to be less subtle with his intent, he would be. But the blush on Campbell's cheeks took on another few shades of pink. Campbell had been roleplaying with Harlow online for quite some time, and that little speech echoed an online one almost verbatim. "I'm sure it'll be fine," Campbell said, which is what he would have said online. In truth, he wasn't sure how he felt about any of this. Harlow brought a diaper bag, and they had discussed the possibility of something like that, but this was a random shopping center in some other town. There weren't any variables to control for. And hey, they just met! It would be weird to expect anything like that... right? "I think for the young man who missed his train station, it's fair to say that a lot is on your mind. And with me by your side the whole way back, I'm sure you’ll be distracted. I think it's best we take some precautions, don't you my Little Bell?" Little Bell. Ding Ding. Campbell. It was a stupid nickname that Campbell had hated at first, but after months of getting closer and closer online, Campbell hadn't just come to like the nickname - he treasured it. And hearing it from Harlow's lips the first time in person almost made him shiver with delight. "Well, that was... because..." Campbell hesitated. His thoughts were sticky from the silly little nickname, the absolutely stupidest nickname anyone had ever given him. But he'd never had someone like Harlow in his life. He'd never even had a real boyfriend before. Every time he thought he was getting close to someone, he'd sabotage it. Why would anyone like him, anyway? His interests were so... absurd. But Harlow had reached out to him. Harlow had prompted again and again until Campbell told him the truth. Harlow didn't laugh at him or shut him out; he asked more questions. Harlow got to know a part of Campbell that Campbell had never told anyone, not even himself in the mirror. Campbell looked up at Harlow with glossy eyes and felt close to crying. But he knew that if he started crying now, Harlow would comfort him and the whole game would end. Campbell didn't want the game to end. So he looked down at his feet and swiveled the toe of one of his shoes in embarrassment. "Don't you worry, I'm going to take care of everything," Harlow said, a signature line that he would use online. But in person, with sincerity, it felt like he really could take care of everything. Harlow squeezed Campbell's hand and led him to the back end of the food court. There were several bathrooms, but the family bathroom was where Harlow was leading his charge. He'd been to this mall once or twice, and knew that the family bathroom had a large sofa against one wall that would suit his needs perfectly fine. "Harlow, I... I'm not sure about this..." Campbell argued half-heartedly, as he was led by the hand. They were just outside the family restrooms, and Campbell's head spun around - snapping left and right - to see if anybody was watching. If anyone would notice two adult men walking into the family bathroom together, without a kid at their side. Sure, there were people, but nobody seemed to pay them any attention. That fact didn't quell any of Campbell's anxiety. "I know you’re worried, and you know your colors, right my Little Bell? Yellow and Red? And what's the other color, do you remember?" He pushed the door to the bathroom open and stood in the precipice; a man acting as the gateway between two worlds. Campbell looked around one more time. Nobody was watching, but standing there with the door propped open wasn't inconspicuous. So Campbell made a snap decision, one that he would ordinarily talk himself out of. "Green," he muttered, and hurried into the restroom after Harlow. Harlow smiled that brain-meltingly confident smile and led Campbell into the bathroom. He knew that Campbell would be hyperfocusing on every little detail, so his actions were decisive. Click went the lock on the door. Then Harlow pressed his lips to Campbell’s, kissing him firmly and passionately. As he broke the kiss, he grinned and added: "I've got your favorite diapers, the one that one model on Twitter wears. And you are going to look so much cuter than they do, just you wait and see." Campbell looked sheepishly up at Harlow with red cheeks and tried to argue. Obviously, there's no way a guy like him could look as cute as those guys on Twitter. But before he could get a word out, Harlow kissed him again and the words melted like ice cream down his throat. Campbell found himself sitting on the couch while Harlow leafed through the diaper bag, fishing out one thing after another. A changing mat. Baby powder. And finally, one of those thick diapers. One of the diapers that Campbell had never even worn before, because they were just expensive enough to triumph over his wants. Campbell's entire body tingled in anticipation, but when Harlow came back over, Campbell grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to do this," Campbell said shyly. "I know you want to make me happy, and I know we talk about it online, but... but I know it's weird, and I'm not a little kid, and... and we can just have a normal date, like normal people..." "Wait wait wait, are you saying other people don't diaper their incredibly gorgeous boyfriends on the first date?" Harlow asked with mock surprise. "What the fuck is wrong with those people? Well baby boy, they might squander their opportunities, but not me - I'm going to diaper you, and the entire way home on the train you can sit in my lap and crinkle while we make out cowgirl style." That was Harlow's biggest strength: his confidence, his determination. He knew what he wanted and he wasn't afraid of that. Campbell laughed a little. He finally let go of Harlow's wrist, but he didn't seem completely assured. For his entire life, the idea of some guy diapering him was all he'd dreamed of. Now, it was right in front of him, and... well, he thought it must be a dream. It had to be, right? He'd wake up any moment now... "Campbell," Harlow said softly, dropping down to one knee. "I promise, I want to do this." "I know, you say that..." Campbell muttered. "I believe you..." "But?" Harlow prompted. "But... I'm scared..." Campbell admitted. "I'm scared that the things I like... they make me unlovable..." "I understand baby boy, I promise I do. You think that just because I'm all confident and assured that I was always this way? I had to come to love myself too. And I'm going to show you how to love yourself, because you deserve to be loved - by yourself, and by everyone whose day you make brighter with that little smile of yours." "And you want this...?" Campbell asked nervously. "I want this," Harlow reassured him. "And you won't see me any differently?" "Oh, no promises there," Harlow teased. "Once I see my little boy in a diaper, maybe I won't be able to see him as a grown up ever again." Campbell rolled his eyes, but his tummy was fluttering. Maybe this wouldn't be as terrible as Campbell imagined. Maybe it might even be as wonderful as he imagined. Harlow motioned to the sofa with a big goofy smile and gestured for Campbell to lay down. They both knew how this went; they'd both written this scene together a hundred times or more. But having it actually happen? Harlow was better at hiding it, but he was just as excited as Campbell. The sofa wasn't an ideal changing table, but Harlow could stand at one end, and Campbell could lay back with his butt on the soft arm of the black leather, and it would do just fine. "Unless my baby boy is too little and needs to be lifted up onto the sofa?" Campbell laid down on his back and looked up at Harlow. He was even taller, and Campbell blushed a little deeper. Harlow leaned down and unbuttoned Campbell's pants and the both of them had the same thought at the same time: Usually taking a date's pants off for the first time isn't for a diaper change. Harlow hardly hesitated, stripping off Campell's pants and underwear all in one motion. Campbell quickly looked at the ceiling and tried to steady his excitement, which was wholly unsuccessful. His arousal was obvious, and the embarrassment of his first-ever diaper change only seemed to add to it. Harlow had all kinds of smooth comments in mind - like how if this wasn't the first date, and they had more time, he could take care of that arousal for Campbell. But that moment was about making Campbell feel comfortable. "You're doing so great, Little Bell." "Mmhmm..." Once the diaper had been laid out, Harlow lifted Campbell by the ankles - both of them in one hand, such was his physical prowess. Harlow stood up and leaned around to one side to make certain that he'd gotten things straight and centered. "Like wrapping a gift, Little Bell; and you're my favorite present." Harlow grasped the bottle of baby powder, twisted the lid, and began sprinkling a large amount of scented cloud all over Campbells diaper area. "Now try not to squirm too much, alright my little diaper boy? I need to rub it in now~" "That's really not necessary," Campbell tried to assert, but with the softness of the diaper under his butt and the fuzzy feelings in his head, his assertions weren't very strong. The sensation of Harlow's large hands between his legs, against his bare skin, touching his most intimate places... Campbell's breathing grew labored. "There's a good boy," Harlow cooed. "We just need to make sure we get the powder into every nook and cranny, just to make sure my baby boy doesn't get a rash on the long train ride back." Harlow's movements were soft, but tender. Firm, but gentle. Campbell couldn’t sit still as he rubbed in the powder. "Someone's a squirmy little mister. I should have brought a pacifier with me, huh?" "Mmm... Harlow..." His name felt wrong on Campbell's lips. He didn't call Harlow by name online, not unless things were particularly serious. But they had just met, and Campbell didn't want to freak him out. But Harlow was one step ahead of him. "Come on now, that's not what you want to call me, is it?" "Mmmm..." Campbell quivered at Harlow's touch and the aroma of far-too-much baby powder filled the air. "Be a good little boy and use your words," Harlow prompted. Campbell closed his eyes in embarrassment and his mouth fumbled for the word they both wanted to hear: "...Daddy..." Campbell whispered. "There's Daddy's good boy." Harlow rewarded Campbell's good behavior with the pull of the diaper up between his thighs. He undid the tapes, one at a time, and a tightness wrapped around Campbell’s hips. Harlow helped Campbell sit up, and the diaper was so much thicker than Campbell had ever dreamed. It contoured perfectly to his body. It taped perfectly around his hips. It was soft and warm and crinkly, and everything Campbell had ever wanted. He kept waiting to wake up from the dream, because there was no way reality could be so perfect. The way he felt was something he had only read about in fairy tales. That feeling of "happily ever after", when everything is right and perfect. Even the embarrassment didn't take away from his first real diaper change; it only added another layer of mystification and excitement. Campbell truly felt like a submissive little diaper boy. Campbell looked up at his Daddy with shining eyes, glossy with excitement. He had never been so happy before. It was really hard for Harlow not to ravish the young man in front of him, the gorgeous little baby boy in just his t-shirt and diaper. After Campbell stood up, Harlow settled instead for pressing his hand to Campbell’s rosy cheek, reaching around to squeeze his padded butt, and kissing him with all the passion he could muster. Unfortunately that kiss had to come to an end. Campbell and Harlow had a train to catch. "They can tell," Campbell whispered nervously, holding Harlow's hand tighter than ever before. They passed by another couple on the way to the station platform. "They can't tell," Harlow reassured him. "I'm waddling like a duck," Campbell hissed. "I look like a toddler taking his first steps." "Nobody pays attention to how someone walks," Harlow said. "Do you?" Campbell did not pay attention to how people walked. "I'm crinkling," Campbell muttered. "I sound like I'm smuggling grocery bags onto the southbound train." "Trains are very noisy," Harlow insisted. "And why would anyone think that crinkling is from a diaper?" "Shh!!" Campbell shushed, louder than someone should shush. "Don't say that word!" "Diaper?" Harlow whispered in Campbell's ear. "Like the thick diaper you're wearing between your legs? Like the diaper that's making you waddle? Like the diaper that brands you as my little boy?" Campbell fell silent, blushing deeply. And not from the cold. "Your pants aren't too tight, and your coat covers your butt," Harlow reassured him. "They can't tell." "I guess..." Campbell muttered shyly. His grip on his Daddy's hand loosened a little. "Besides," Harlow added, glibly, "that's stuff for Daddy to worry about. Your job is much more important: Daddy is seriously in need of some kisses."

Chapter 4: Unless I Knock I really hadn’t thought this through as well as I should have. I continued to stare down at the massive wet spot underneath me on the bed. The urine had spread out in a puddle around me. I could feel the wetness beneath me from my knees to my toes as my bare skin pressed against where the urine had soaked through the sheets. It was still warm, though not quite as warm as it had been in the seconds after I had finished peeing. I couldn’t bring myself to move. I had attempted to inch away at first, but that only accentuated the feeling of the wetness against my skin. I did not like that sensation at all. I drew in a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. I had done it. Actually done it. I hadn’t chickened out this time. This next week was going to be the worst of it. I was going to need to keep doing this until my parents decided to purchase pull-ups for me. And that was something that had to be their decision. No twelve-year-old, even one who would be far better off wearing pull-ups to bed, would be actively asking their parents to purchase them for her. That meant Mom and Dad would need to arrive at the decision on their own, without anything but the most subtle of hints from me. As I sat uncomfortably on what couldn’t actually be described as an accident, I now fully understood why my two younger cousins had no issues with their parents buying them pull-ups to wear to bed. For the longest time, I had struggled to understand why someone who was just a regular bedwetter – not someone like myself who actually wanted to wear diapers for the sake of wearing them – would be OK with doing so at night. The proof was right underneath me. There couldn’t be any way that someone would prefer going through this every night rather than wearing a pull-up or diaper to bed. There couldn’t be any question that having an accident contained in a pull-up would be preferable to having to deal with soaked pajamas and bedding in the middle of the night. I couldn’t just continue to sit in the middle of the bed. I inched over to the side of the bed, leaving a trail of wet spots across the sheets as I moved away from the nucleus of the fake bedwetting accident. I reached to the side of the bed, where I could barely make out the outline of the lamp sitting on the nightstand. My hands fumbled across it in the dark for a few seconds before they came across the light switch. I averted my eyes, shielding them from the blinding light with my arm. Then I opened my eyes again. The damage was far worse than it had appeared when I had wet the bed in darkness. My light pink sheets only made the location of the accident more apparent. And I had indeed left a trail of wetness over to where I was sitting next to the lamp. The bottom of my light blue cotton pajama shorts were completely soaked, as was the underwear beneath them. Even my T-shirt hadn’t been completely spared. The bottom of it must have touched a wet spot on the bed as I had gone to turn the lamp on, as there were some wet spots on the bottom of the shirt as well. I had known the process of faking bedwetting to get pull-ups wasn’t going to be pretty, but even then, the reality of what it was going to entail hadn’t really sunk in until now. But now what? My initial plan had been to wet the bed in the morning, but I had worried that might not be a good idea. There were several problems I found with that option. The first was that all the wet spots on the bedding would still be warm; it would look a lot more like I had peed a few minutes ago than having had an accident in the middle of the night. Too suspicious. The second issue with that idea was how it would be much harder to conceal the bedwetting from Grace and Jackson. They would both be awake, and it would be much more likely that they would come across wet laundry being hauled down to the laundry room or eavesdrop on a conversation about bedwetting between me and our parents. That meant that a nighttime accident was necessary, and I would need to proactively inform my parents about it. How in the world was I supposed to begin that conversation? Hey, Mom and Dad, it’s me. Maddy. You know, your twelve-year-old daughter who has never wet the bed before. About that. I just pissed all over my pajamas and bed just now while I was asleep. Sorry about that. Can you help me get cleaned up? Just another thing I hadn’t thought through. But I was going to have to do it, and soon. I stifled a yawn. I couldn’t risk falling asleep and being forced to attempt to stealthily hide my wet bedding from my siblings while also informing my parents of the accident. I just had to trust that my parents would show the same amount of discretion in handling my bedwetting as they had done for my older sister. I grabbed a dry portion of the bed cover and used it to wipe off my feet and legs before getting off of the bed. It wasn’t super bad to walk in wet shorts, but the wet underwear beneath them clung to me uncomfortably as I retrieved my phone, turning on its flashlight function as I turned off the bedroom lamp. I had to nudge Chester back into the hallway with my foot as I creaked open the door. The stupid cat would probably accidentally end up in my wet bedding if I let him in. It was bad enough that I was probably going to need to get in the shower. The one time we’d had to bathe that poor cat gave me no desire to have to do it again. I shut the bedroom door behind me as I entered the hallway. A few seconds later, I was standing in front of my parents’ closed bedroom door. I couldn’t bring myself to even gently tap on the door, let alone knock on it enough to wake them up. But the longer I waited, the more likely it was that one of my siblings might get up to use the restroom or get a late-night sip of water. I silently went through a half-dozen variations of what I could say to my parents. I wasn’t happy with any of them. The truth was that I wasn’t going to find the right thing to say. There wasn’t any possible way to explain the situation to my parents that wasn’t completely and utterly humiliating. My thoughts drifted back to the magazine under the bed. This was the price I had to pay to get my pull-ups. I hoped it would be worth it. I reached out and pressed the palm of my right hand against the door. The door wasn’t locked, but I knew better than to open it without their permission. I pulled my hand back a few inches and then did what could be most accurately described as a few soft pats on the door. In the silence of the night, the sound of my palm on the wood door seemed to reverberate through the hallway. But I knew I hadn’t actually made enough noise to wake anyone up, whether that was my siblings or my parents. I closed my hand into a fist. I couldn’t bring myself to knock on the door. I thought of a desperate plan to turn back. I could sneak down to the basement. I knew for a fact that the washer and dryer weren’t audible from the second-floor bedrooms. I could get everything washed and dried. I could remake the bed. No one would be any bit the wiser to what had occurred. I would be exhausted the next morning. But it was Saturday. I could sleep in. I shook my head. That was how this always went. I couldn’t let myself get turned aside, not after everything I’d done. I tried to build an image in my head of what my life would be like next week. Mom would have purchased a small package of pull-ups for me. I would have pretended to be embarrassed about using them, but would have reluctantly agreed to do so in the end. I would be lying in bed, wearing them in place of my underwear. I certainly wouldn’t have any pajama shorts over them. No, I would want to be able to see the colorful design, run my hand against the crinkly exterior. Even three years later, I could still longingly recall exactly how that had felt, along with the padding that so comfortably fit between my legs. And then, when I was wetting myself in bed, it would all be contained. I wanted ever so badly to know what that felt like. None of that was going to happen unless I knocked. No matter how embarrassing the next week was going to be, it would all pass. And I would get what I wanted. I rapped my knuckles on the door several times. I winced at the sound it made, but there was no way around it. I paused, listening first for any sounds from behind the door and then from further down the hallway where my siblings were sleeping. Nothing from either one of them. I rapped my hands again on the door. This time a little harder than before. And this time, there was a result. I thought I heard something creaking from beyond the door. Then a hushed conversation. Then a couple of footsteps. Then the door opened. I didn’t have to fake the shame and embarrassment I felt as the bedroom door creaked open to reveal Mom standing in front of me in a nightgown, with the dim light of my phone illuminating her face. My hands were trembling as I looked at her. Through the gap in the door, I could see Dad, who was still in bed. He was also craning his head to get a look at me. “Is everything alright?” Mom asked. She didn’t sound as though she was fully awake yet. “I… I…” The beginning of my planned response drifted off into nothing. I couldn’t bring myself to say the words. It turned out that I didn’t have to. My face burned as Mom’s eyes drifted away from mine and down toward my waist. There was no immediate verbal reaction to what she was seeing, but her eyes told the story that her lips didn’t. Her eyes blinked rapidly a couple of times and then widened, staring at my shorts for several seconds before breaking away to look back at me. I couldn’t meet her eyes this time. I focused instead on the sash of her nightgown. Mom turned around and motioned for Dad to get back into bed. “It’s OK, honey. I’ve got it.” She stepped out next to me in the hallway, pulling the bedroom door shut behind her. “Let’s go and get everything cleaned up,” Mom said as she began to walk toward my bedroom. Even though I’d had some light from the lamp and my phone, my eyes still weren’t prepared for how bright the room suddenly got when Mom flipped on the light switch to my room. Mom took a deep breath as she surveyed the bedroom. “You have one of those dreams where you thought you were sitting on the toilet?” “Yeah,” I muttered. I didn’t even know that was a thing. But it seemed like a believable lie to go along with. “Well, it happens,” Mom said. She didn’t sound upset. Just tired. “I’ll take care of getting the bedding in the wash, but you need to get yourself cleaned up as well once you’ve helped me get the bedding stripped.” I tossed all of my pillows to the floor. They, thankfully, had been completely spared. Mom didn’t say anything further as she helped me strip the bed. The cover hadn’t gotten all that wet, just a little bit from where it had gotten tossed in the wet bedding and used to dry myself off. The same couldn’t be said for the rest of the bedding. The sheets were very soaked. There was a thin cotton mattress protector beneath the sheets. Also soaked. And then there was the mattress itself. The wet spot on it was as bad as I had feared, considering how wet all the bedding had been. I really hoped that I hadn’t ruined it. Though, on the other hand, that type of damage might spur my parents on to get me pull-ups a lot more quickly. Mom had wrapped the sheets and mattress protector in the much dryer cover and was holding it all in her arms. “One more thing, Maddy. I need to wash your clothes as well. Just take them off in the bathroom, and then you can inch the door open a little bit to hand your wet pajamas to me. I need to put them in the wash with all of your bedding. And you need to get cleaned up in the shower before getting dressed again for bed.” I hastily grabbed some underwear and clean pajamas from the dresser and retreated into the bathroom. I grimaced as I pulled off my wet shorts and underwear. I had forgotten how much I disliked the sensation of wet fabric on my skin. Per Mom’s instructions, I slid my wet clothes through a slightly open door. I winced at the thought of Mom having to pick them up as if she wasn’t already holding plenty of evidence of my supposed bedwetting accident. I turned on the shower, adjusting the shower head so that the water was coming out at an angle that would allow me to step into the shower and wash my midsection without getting my hair wet. I hated going to bed with wet hair, and I wasn’t going to use a loud hairdryer at this time of night. There wasn’t much that could wake up either Jackson or Grace, but the hair dryer might be loud enough to do so. The last thing I needed was for either of them to be wondering why I had been up taking a shower at this time of the night. Since I wasn’t washing my hair, it only took me a couple of minutes to get scrubbed down. I washed as thoroughly as I could, eager to get every trace of urine off of my skin. Once I had pull-ups to wear to bed, that wouldn’t be a problem. Those would actually be able to absorb everything. I could see the light coming into the hallway from my open bedroom door as I stepped out of the bathroom. I walked slowly through the hallway in a conscious effort to not create any more noise than I had made already. Mom was patting the mattress dry with paper towels. There were two bottles of cleaning sprays on the nightstand, along with a rather sizable pile of wet, discarded paper towels. A bit of guilt ran through me at the sight of Mom cleaning up after my mess. None of this was fair to her. I grabbed a handful of paper towels off of the roll and leaned over the mattress next to Mom, pressing the towels against a wet spot that now gave off the harsh scene of cleaning chemicals. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled as I pressed another wad of paper towels into the mattress. Mom took a break from patting the mattress dry and rubbed my back. “Don’t worry about it, Maddy. You were asleep. It wasn’t your fault. Besides, it’s not like it is the first time I’ve had to clean up a mattress in the middle of the night.” I knew she was referring to my older sister, but as eager as I was for more details about Grace’s past bedwetting, I couldn’t bring myself to ask Mom some more questions. Besides, I doubted I would get any more answers than on that day when I had accidentally found out about my sister’s bedwetting. We went through a couple dozen more paper towels before Mom stepped back from the bed and turned to look at me. “Well, I think your mattress will survive. But it still needs to dry some more. I set up your sleeping bag on the floor.” I had been so focused on helping Mom clean the mattress that I hadn’t noticed the dark purple sleeping bag that had been unrolled at the foot of the bed. It was all set up for me to crawl into. And, of course, Chester was already curled up on top of it. For a dumb cat, he could be pretty perceptive sometimes. I knelt down and slid into the cool sleeping bag, careful not to displace the cat. “I wouldn’t get too worked up about it,” Mom said quietly to me as she went to turn the light off. “I’m sure it’s just a one-time thing.” Her hand touched the switch. I was enveloped in darkness. If only she knew. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

It's great that you are very comfortable with your decision even when there are times it is a nuisance. We've found the same when my wife wears around others, it's not always easy to excuse yourself and change. Whilst she does not wear diapers 24/7 this past year it has been pull ups through the day and diapers at night but there are still times when even the pull up is not quite as discrete as we'd like. I admire your courage and determination to get to your goal, it certainly appears you have reached it or are not far off.

My step mother threatened to put me in diapers after she beat the shit out of me for crapping my pants because I was sick.

Chapter 3 Landing on the floor of the bar, Sandra tucked and rolled, coming up with daggers out. Immediately, she felt the pressure of passivity weighing on her mind–the adorable fox-pup on the floor yipped and jumped up to her, licking at her face while it gave her the biggest, softest look possible, eyes glittering like pools. (Awww,) Sandra thought, her focus taken up by the creature’s overwhelming presence of cute. A second later, a sharp thud impacted on the creature’s side, and it lurched, rocking away. In an instant, its cuteness vanished, and Sandra saw the truth–teeth, claws, and fury, all in a tiny, fluffy package. Two arrows stuck out its side, each crackling with a hint of lingering lightning. “Break its concentration!” Tarja called down. Sandra needed no other encouragement, lunging forward at the fox with both daggers. The fox thing snapped at her, cute, doe-eyes replaced with pits of black fire. It chomped once, twice, but missed with both, and Sandra responded with a quick slash of her knife. Compounding on the damage Tarja had already dealt, Sandra needed only a single hit, and the fox simply burst into pure energy, vanishing completely. Sandra stood, wobbling a little, in time to see Quinn–sitting atop one of the invisible stalkers, his dress pulled over the monster’s head, wailing on it with heavy elbows dropped onto its head, one after the other, slamming its head through the frilly fabric. Hadrian was too good for fighting, apparently–instead, he hovered above them all, hands out, channeling strings of purple energy. “They’re summons!” Sandra called, gesturing to the enemies around them. “We’re fighting summons, we have to get to the summoner!” Another arrow whizzed past her, striking one of the powder-coated elementals behind her. With the fox thing gone, the other adventurers in the guild bar were fighting back, but they’d already lost much of the upper hand. Those who weren’t already disabled by mindbreaking pacifiers were pinned or struggling, outnumbered and caught unawares without their full suite of weapons or armor. Sandra, on the other hand, was supercharged for a fight and had no qualms about going all out. Spinning, she threw one dagger and slashed with the other, speed and dexterity coursing through her limbs. Her attacks came so quick it was hard to separate the individual slashes, and she made them as she tumbled through the bar, dropping a wound on one invisible foe before rolling to the next, trying to deal just enough damage that the struggling warriors could free themselves. Then, around the room, Hadrian’s complicated magic kicked in, and five of the guild adventurers who’d been pacified and rendered helpless rose up, eyes still glassy, drool still dribbling from behind their pacifier shields. Thin strands of energy went from their wrists and ankles up to a series of hovering constructions in the air, x-shaped handles, like the kind used to control a marionette. Despite their mindless appearance, the five warriors raised what weapons they had available and charged into battle, carried forth by Hadrian’s pupeteering. Sandra’s mood surged, feeling triumphant–they were winning, and doing well to boot. Her confidence dropped when she felt something slam into the back of her head, an attack she hadn’t seen coming in the slightest. Turning to face her new attacker, she saw nothing, but footprints in the baby powder dusting the floor told her another enemy was there. Swallowing, she called up, “More! Hadrian, there’s mo–” An invisible hand grabbed her by the throat, lifting Sandra into the air, and her umbral knives vanished from her hands as she grabbed the wrist, trying to hold herself up enough that she could breathe. She felt fingertips pressing on her blood vessels, cutting off air, blackness creeping in, and she could do little to fight it off when she saw the pacifier gag appear from nothingness, a bulb moving towards her gasping, breathless lips. If it entered her mouth, she’d be defenseless, helpless, mindless, but she couldn’t wriggle away from the iron grip on her throat. “RAAARGH!” Quinn bellowed, lunging forward and slamming the invisible arm with his warhammer. Sandra heard a sick crunching noise–elementals had something like bones that could be broken, it seemed–and the grip on her went slack. Falling to the floor, she gasped, stepping away. “Summoner,” she coughed, ducking to the side of a flying mug of ale. “We need to take out the summoner.” “If we leave the adventurers, they’ll be disabled,” Quinn said, “And we still don’t have a countercurse for those pacifiers.” Pressing her lips into a line, Sandra called up, “Hadrian, Tarja, do you have this?” Fingers dancing to move the marionette handles, eyes unfocused as magic surged through him, Hadrian nodded. Tarja didn’t even need to reply, instead nailing another pair of arrows into the head of an invisible foe. “You and me then,” Sandra said, nodding to her lacy, brutish friend. “We don’t want them dead, though–when we find the summoner, we knock them out.” Hefting his warhammer, Quinn nodded grimly. Too much damage was being inflicted on their allies to revel in the fight, but she saw the anticipation in his eyes–he was furious, and ready to extract revenge. Taking a guess on location, Sandra ran out the front door of the bar, her steps supernaturally light and quick. Casting her gaze around, she spotted their target almost instantly, a figure surrounded by a confluence of magical energy. It took Sandra a moment to comprehend exactly what she was looking at. The figure in front of her was on all fours, but seemed stilted, awkward. They were in the form of a quadruped, like a wolf or maybe just a dog, but wrong. Their body was all a slightly shiny purple, more like a constructed latex facsimile of an animal than the real thing. It seemed to have very little range of motion, as though its forelegs didn’t have joints, and its hind legs dragged on the ground, giving the impression of a figure crawling on elbows and knees rather than a proper dog. “It’s the summoner’s pet,” Sandra said, realizing–Summoners didn’t work alone, they had Eidolons to help them, companions that could handle the nitty gritty up-close fighting. “Where’s the summoner, then?” Quinn asked, turning to look around. “One thing at a time,” Sandra decided, charging the eidolon with reckless haste. It was just a planar being in the shape of an animal, and once Quinn came in they could get on both sides of it, bringing it down with ease. Or, at least, that was her plan. Instead, something slick and cool conjured itself around her body, and as she charged at the creature, she lost her footing, tumbled, and fell onto her back in front of the latex eidolon. It stepped over her, and she tried to make sense of what she was looking at. Its face seemed to be covered by a muzzle, and yet it managed to open, revealing a layer of canine teeth and, beneath that… (Another muzzle?) She saw the distinct shape of a leather face muzzle inside the creature’s jaws. Storage, she guessed, a way to keep magical restraints ready to go, so it could be spat out onto helpless targets. Sandra made a mental note not to allow herself to be pinned by this thing, and rolled out of the way just in time to avoid its snapping jaws. Quinn skidded up next to her, but had to stop and pinwheel for a moment as he stepped onto the same slick patch that’d toppled Sandra. Arms waving, he got his tentative balance, though his charge had lost momentum and the swing of his hammer landed with merely gigantic strength, instead of titanic. Still, it was a start. Getting to unsteady, slippery feet, Sandra threw two dagger slashes at the eidolon, ripping its latex skin to reveal ‘flesh’ made of fluffy cotton. It spun, growling and snapping, but she was ready for the attack to come from the beast. What she wasn’t ready for was the cloberring from behind as another invisible attacker struck her. She felt stupid–of course there’d be more invisible summons–but it hadn’t crossed her mind in her haste to deal with the visible enemy. She stumbled forward, right into a snapping bite from the wolf-thing that latched down on her leg, grappling her in place. Quinn, for his part, slammed his boot into the ground, sending out a quake of power. The invisible figure holding Sandra tripped, falling back, and by the thuds she heard, a few others went down as well. Only the dog-eidolon-thing remained, as four legs rather than two gave it an advantage in stability. Sandra could win a one-on-one. Raising her daggers, she brought them down in a double slash, taking advantage of its uneasy position, directly between her and Quinn. It staggered, and Quinn struck it right back into her, playing a game of tennis with their foe’s body. The eidolon made eye contact with her–glassy, false black circles staring into her, and Sandra hesitated. She’d seen a flicker of magic come from the eidolon, but there was no time to identify the spell, and besides–Eidolons weren’t typically known to cast spells themselves. She understood, then. “That’s not the eidolon,” she said aloud, first quietly, then louder. “That’s not the eidolon, it’s the summoner!” Maybe they were bound up in a spell, completely covered by the latex and cotton body that rendered a person into a four-legged, growling thing, but beneath it all there was a sentient being, the one summoning the monsters. Flinching when Sandra called out the truth, the summoner first snarled and swiped to the side, tossing Sandra to the ground, then turned to flee–not away from the fight, but into the bar, where its other summons were still battling. It threw open the door, bursting inside, where the other melee was going on. “Don’t let it get away,” Sandra said, before shouting at the top of her lungs, “Hadrian! The summoner is the thing!” Quinn was right behind it, while Sandra had to struggle to stand, still coated in slippery lube. She got to her feet, just as Quinn got into the bar, then began making her way towards the bar herself. Before she could take one step, her whole self seemed to blink. One moment, she was running in the street. The next, she was in the bar, looking up at Hadrian as he brandished his holy symbol and conjured power. His eyes went wide, but it was too late–in the second it took him to react, his spell had already been cast, and invisible force lashed out at Sandra. She tried to react, but she’d been left in the most vulnerable possible spot, arms out, ready to take the hit in place of the summoner. Magic twisted her arms and her legs, forcing her body down, prone, into almost the same four-legged position that the summoner had been in, and she felt cuffs spring into life around her wrists and ankles, bolting and shackling her to the floor. “Sandra!” Quinn yelped in surprise. “Hadrian, what did you–dispell it!” “I can’t, it’s not concentration, it’s just–” Hadrian stammered. Sandra tried to lift her head, but though the spell didn’t conjure any visible restraints, it still kept her gaze down and low, forced her to stay on all fours. She could just barely see in the corner of her vision as her pants were yanked down, revealing her diaper, and then the diaper went next, leaving her naked from the waist down to her knees. She knew what Magic Hadrian had been dabbling in, and she had a good guess what was coming next. THWAP! A sensation like a paddle stuck her bare, exposed ass, hitting with excruciating force. This was an offensive spell, not a tender-but-forceful partner: There was no warmup, no build, no safe word, only deliberate pain. Sandra cried out, gritting her teeth against the sudden shock. THWAP! “How long does this last?” Tarja called. “I don’t know–like two minutes?” Hadrian said. “I–shit, how did Sandra get there?” THWAP! She couldn’t survey the bar or get a sense of the battlefield, not between the shocking slams of impact that struck every second, hitting hard enough that she could feel the impact reverberate up through her chest and into her head. She couldn’t help but yelp and whimper at every impact, the assault on her exposed ass was just too powerful for her to try and retain dignity. Everyone could see, everyone could hear her whimpers, she couldn’t escape. (Fuck me–) THWAP! “Where’s the summoner?” Quinn finally asked. (Do they not get it?) THWAP! “Fuck!” Sandra yelled. “HE’S OUTSIDE, WE–” THWAP! Tears were hot on her cheeks. It felt as though scalding oil had been poured over her tender, exposed flesh, and every impact of the paddle set the whole thing alight for a split second, flashing pain and heat up through her body. “They swapped places!” Hadrian realized. “Shit, that means he–” “On it,” Quinn said, sprinting out the door. THWAP! “Don’t go alone!” Tarja chided, gliding gracefully down the stairs after him. Sandra’s indignity continued to burn. THWAP! Sandra could hear whispers. Onlookers. She was vaguely aware that her diaper was incredibly visible, but the embarrassment of that didn’t even register to her next to the pain. She was helpless for all to see, a display of sheer masochistic torture. Every part of her body felt like its senses were on overdrive, she could feel everything, the cool air and burning hot skin, all the smells of the bar, all the sounds of whispering onlookers who had nothing to do but watch her spanking play out. THWAP! She felt something hot on her leg. At first she thought blood, but the spanking hadn’t broken her skin–the acrid smell of urine assaulted her senses, though, and she got it on her second guess. She’d begun to wet herself. More for the onlookers to laugh at. THWAP! Balling her fists, she took deep breaths. The pain felt like it had reached a crescendo on every strike, always harder, always deeper. She couldn’t wait for it to be over, she had to fight. She could take it. She had to take it. It was just pain. THWAP! “I can do this,” she whispered. She realized she wasn’t whimpering anymore–she’d begun to growl. She could take the pain, she could withstand it, she would not let a stupid spell break her. She could win this. She only acknowledged the pain and moved on, accepting it, allowing it to pass through her, endorphins flooding her brain to fight off the torture. THWAP! “Argh!” she called out. “Is that all you’ve got?” It didn’t matter that there was nobody holding the paddle, no actual master standing over her to deliver this punishment, she conjured one in her thoughts, an enemy she could get mad at, to overcome. THWAP! “Harder,” she whispered under her breath. “If you want to win, you’re going to need to hit me harder.” (Let them watch,) she thought. (Fuck it. I don’t care. I’m better than thi–) THWAP! “HARDER!” She was dizzy, her vision spinning. Whether it was the soup of hormones swimming in her head, or the sheer physical damage inflicted on her by the paddle and through her ass. There was something dark in the room, like a fog, encroaching over her eyes, making it hard to see. THWA– ... I've been told that the joys of supporting my writing is even better than getting changed into a fresh diaper. Or, for those of you especially yucky babies out there, it's better than *not* getting changed no matter how badly you need it! Is this true? Or am I engaging in hyperbole for the sake of a quippy call to action? You decide! https://reamstories.com/peculiarchangelingabdl https://subscribestar.adult/peculiarchangeling

I had a long time friend/partner that was intersex XY female but lived as a male for 30 years that knew and was also incontinent. he always felt like a male and lived as a male. https://novonordiskfonden.dk/en/news/more-women-than-expected-are-genetically-men/ We could hang out in diapers and feel normal.

So, good news! I finished all the writing last night and most of the editing. Unless something drastic comes up, I should be able to post every day now until the story is finished after chapter 15. If my math and pollen-clouded head are correct, it should all be done by Wednesday. Enjoy this next chapter! Chapter 10: Party All Night With my bladder occasionally pinging me, the lights soon dimmed. I looked anxiously at the sill empty seat next to me and spun my head around to check if Miss Samantha was anywhere nearby. She wasn’t to my dismay, but I did see hundreds of other littles scattered about the room. For this event, they had even opened up the entirety of the ballroom, so littles had taken the opportunity to clamber up and sit in all kinds of positions on the tops of the jungle gym. The announcers, dressed in their carnival regalia, pranced onto the stage. Their red jackets glittered under the two spotlights directed at the stage. “Good evening!” It was about all I heard when Miss Samantha snuck her way in and sat down beside me. “Hey there, sweetie. Hope I didn’t miss much.” My heart felt an immediate sense of relief. I still couldn’t believe that I had only met her just yesterday. “No, Miss Samantha. You’re right on time.” I noticed the bags she neatly tucked underneath her chair. “Did you get something at one of the vendors?” “Maybe…” Miss Samantha said innocently, going even as far as to bat her eyes at me. “Maybe not just something for me either…” I wanted to question her further, but the spotlights popped off for a second and then readjusted as the first performer took the stage. His moves and the booming music were too intriguing, and I soon forgot about the bags underneath Miss Samantha. The first half of the talent show was fantastic. Singers, comedy acts, and dancers of all kinds graced the stage. Some focused directly on the art of whatever they were doing and could be seen anywhere, while others were certainly more catered to their mostly diapered audience. My throat began to dry out from all the cheering, and I quickly sucked down some more water from my sippy cup. Miss Samantha only looked on and smiled that I was following her instructions. A little into the second half, one of the performers required more technical modifications to the stage. Unfortunately, small problems persisted, and it quickly felt like every time one problem was solved, another appeared in its place. In the dull light of the ballroom, many began to fidget and chat amongst themselves. Being who I was, and the fact that Miss Samantha was right next to me and that I didn’t want to upset her with any goofing off, I silently remained in my seat. It wasn’t long however, until a few in our row began to act out and fuss louder than most. “He is not!” Ditzy yelled. “Is too, Ditzy. Ken is gay,” Derek said. “Totally gay,” Ian agreed. “Is not, is not, is not! He can’t be!” Ditzy cried. “Enough! All of you. Have this conversation quietly or you all will be getting your own punishments as soon as we leave.” Miss Chelsea looked at each of us in the row, even though Luna and I had been perfectly silent. Miss Samantha only patted my knee in recognition of my silence, and it was enough to make me feel better about the whole thing. Sadly, more technical difficulties popped up and calm little old me even began to fidget in my seat. Not from boredom mind you, but my urge to pee and the hardened chair were really starting to mess with my inner calm. Miss Samantha only leaned into my ear and whispered, “I know you need to go, baby. Just let go. Let it all go. Your diaper can handle it.” I blushed furiously and prayed no one had heard, but she had been right. I had seen it earlier at her last urging and I had barely touched my first diaper. This one was thicker and more known for its absorbing properties, and therefore could hold a lot more. In a second, I complied and let go in my diaper. I was thankful the sound of the stream had been dulled by the thick padding and the loud and obnoxious crowd around me. Miss Samantha wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. “Good baby. Very good.” I blushed harder but was taken out of my own thoughts by another commotion to my right. “God! This is taking forever!” Derek complained. “Yeah. Dang it. I should have changed before,” Ian noted. “How wet are you, Ian?” Miss Chelsea asked. “I think I can manage,” Ian squirmed, “Yeah. I should be fine, but… ugh.” “Yeah. This poopy-brained person needs to get moving.” “Ditzy!” Miss Samantha scolded her over my head. “That’s not very nice at all.” “I’m sorry…” Ditzy instantly looked like she was going to cry. Her emotions seemed more delicate yesterday than the rest of the group, but now seemed to turn on a dime. ‘Is she just further into her own littlespace? Is she on drugs?’ I couldn’t figure it out. “I know you are, sweetie, but you need to be patient,” Miss Samantha conceded. “You all need to be more patient,” Miss Chelsea added. “Yeah…” I piped up, “but these chairs are a bit uncomfortable.” Miss Samantha removed her arm from around me and I immediately felt like I had made a mistake. The rest of the group looked at me like I had crossed a line by speaking back to them. Apparently, what Miss Chelsea and Miss Samantha said were stern suggestions when said separately. When both agreed, it was the law. I gulped at both of their intimidating stares. “That might be, Percy, but we need you all to be on your best behavior. We know each of you by now well enough. You don’t want a punishment fit just for you, do you?” I gulped, shrank back in my seat, and shook my head. ‘What could Miss Samantha mean by a fitted punishment? Was it something they knew we would each find displeasure in? If so, what was mine?’ I shuttered at the notion and the rest of the group stayed silent for the next few minutes. The show pressed forward and after a moment more, the performer on stage sang beautifully and played their keyboard to perfection. More singing and dancing followed, and though brief, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the one magic act. I knew how it worked, but sitting there amongst all the littles, it felt like real magic for a moment. It was beautiful. With the final singer taking their bow, the previously silent members of our group after the earlier scolding began to fidget once more. Miss Samantha and Miss Chelsea gave each other a knowing look and stood up. With the show now over, besides the results, staying with squirmy littles wasn’t necessary in their view. While I desperately wanted to know which of the amazing performers had won, Derek and Ditzy looked like they were about to explode from their seats. Further, the ‘fitted punishment’ notion didn’t seem like something I would want to test out. “I’m hungry!” Ditzy cried. “And thirsty!” Derek added. “I could use a change,” Ian noted, now squeezing his padded groin which now looked definitely puffier than when he had sat down. Miss Chelsea and Miss Samantha stared at each other again and nodded. “Okay, here’s how it’s going to go. We’re going to walk over and get some food from the stall by the entrance, and then come back and sit at one of the tables. Anyone who wants a drink can get one while Ian and I go for a change downstairs. Does anyone else need a change?” Miss Chelsea asked. A symphony of crinkles then echoed throughout the room, with only breaks coming from the murmuring still coming from the waiting ballroom nearby. Most in the group seemed hesitant, but like me, probably realized they could wait for a bit. Miss Chelsea nodded and led the group over to the snack vendor. It was pretty basic faire, and each of us selected our own item. I opted for a snack and candy bar. Miss Samantha eyed me like a hawk, and I honestly expected a scolding, but she still allowed me to continue and check out with them. Soon, the rest of the group made their way back to the round tables. Each of us began to bite into what we had purchased while Ian and Miss Chelsea wandered away to go change downstairs. Eating my snack bar, I heard the announcement go off that there had been a tie between one of the comedic and music acts. Both were deserving of the tie, so I was just happy they would get some recognition. In the midst of my listening, Miss Samantha returned with a few drinks delicately balanced in her hands. I hadn’t even realized she had left, but I was immediately grateful for another giggle juice. “Thank you, Miss Samantha. You didn’t have to do that.” “Yeah! Thanks Miss Sammy!” Ditzy added, sporting her own mermaid water that Miss Samantha had brought for her as well. Miss Samantha and I looked at Ditzy with the same confusion over the name. Miss Samantha looked both annoyed and amused, but Ditzy just felt… off tonight. Again. I wanted to talk to her about it directly, but I noticed that she never strayed far from Miss Chelsea, or Miss Samantha when she was gone, like in this case. The ballroom slowly emptied, and the group continued to just sit, eat, drink, and joke amongst us. Ian and Miss Chelsea soon returned, and Ian practically had a bounce in his step. I remembered feeling the same way after my earlier change with Miss Samantha and couldn’t blame him. “So,” Miss Chelsea started, “I know you all have been invited up to our room tonight. Pretty soon, the emo party tonight is about to start. I want you all to have fun and take breaks when you need them, but I’m going to go up to the room first. Any of you are free to join me, but our room will be closed until then. Understood?” The group nodded. “Good. Miss Samantha will be going up last from the party, so anyone not with her just simply needs to knock on the door and we’ll let you in.” We all nodded again and then waited for the rooms inside to transition back to the separated-out dance floor and playground. It didn’t take long for us waiting around to start to see several littles and bigs to start waltzing by us, adorned in their party or goth attire. The theme felt odd when surrounded by so much color and joy previously, but I wanted to enjoy myself, nonetheless. To be honest, compared to some others in middle or high school, some may have considered me within the goth spectrum. I just felt moody and liked the color black honestly. The double doors soon opened and started letting people in. Within seconds, Green Day could be heard echoing off the walls from inside. I couldn’t help but smile over their selection of music and think back to when I first had heard the song at my friend’s house one year when I was still in middle school. The group was all smiles and shuffled onto the growing dance floor. Unlike last night, I needed no prompting to immediately start dancing after I had set my bag with the rest of the groups against one wall. It wasn’t long before more people joined in on the fun and I quickly spotted that Derek had found Lilly once again on the dance floor. Miss Chelsea still briefly eyed her with a look I couldn’t place, but the music was too distracting for me to really care at the moment. The pounding music effortlessly pulsed through me, and I threw caution to the wind. I no longer really cared for what people thought of me on the dance floor and I just tossed my arms in the air and chose whatever move, no matter how foolish the old me would have thought it to be, which came to mind. I knew the giggle juice didn’t hurt, and I definitely knew the two after that while Miss Samantha and I took breaks didn’t either. I was becoming more of a sweaty mess, and Miss Samantha and I would tire after about thirty minutes and retreat outside to get some air. On one of the occasions, we were joined by Ditzy and another by Luna and Ian. With each drink during the breaks, I could feel my head becoming more fuzzy and unfocused, but I was just having fun, so I really didn’t pay it any mind. I also wasn’t paying my diaper any mind. I had already used it once, so between that and the sweat and heat produced from the inside, I really couldn’t feel a difference in my diaper anymore between the areas I had wet or not. It bothered me momentarily on the dance floor, but a song by Nickelback turned on and quickly distracted me. Miss Samantha would occasionally smile at me and on a few occasions would shuffle by during one of the songs. I guess she thought she was being clever, but I felt her touch my diaper each time. I had already given her permission before and I kind of just nodded along on the dance floor. It made me feel cared for and little, so I didn’t do much to dissuade her touch. After nearly two hours and three drinks since the emo party began, the dancing began to die down. The group immediately noticed as many began to retreat off the dance floor and started to slow with their dance moves. After a second, we took our cue, collected our bags, and then headed out. Once outside, we all realized that Ian, Lilly, and Derek were missing. “Oh, I saw them leave about thirty minutes ago. Ian is such an early bird and Derek… he looked a bit preoccupied with Lilly,” Luna piped up. “Awww. I was hoping to play with them tonight,” Ditzy pouted. “I’m sure you’ll see them tomorrow, sweetpea,” Miss Chelsea consoled, giving Ditzy a small hug from the side, which she then eagerly leaned into. “I guess we were all having too much fun and didn’t peel off like we were originally going to,” I observed. “You’re right, Percy, but it’s hard to pass up a good song and dance. Don’t you think?” Miss Chelsea asked. I nodded and remembered my own mind lost in the music only moments ago. “Right,” Miss Samantha added, “I think tonight’s activities should commence. Percy and I will join you upstairs in just a minute.” Miss Chelsea nodded and Luna and Ditzy needed no further prodding to join her walking toward the stairs going up, the elevator still too crowded from the emo prom dying down. I wondered why we were staying down here but didn’t want to ask Miss Samantha in front of the group. Everyone else seemed to just accept it and I didn’t want to look stupid. Now, all alone, I posed the question. “So, why are we… Hey!” I jerked a little back as Miss Samantha had suddenly grabbed the crotch of my diaper through my shortalls. She had been more subtle on the dance floor but was leaving nothing to the imagination now. “Tsk, tsk. Just as I suspected. Soaked. I don’t even need a proper check to know that diaper needs to come off very soon. Come on, Percy. You don’t want to leak all over.” I was in shock over such a discovery, so I only nodded my head. As Miss Samantha took my hand and led me down the stairs to the changing room once more, I felt disorientated and confused. The drinks could account for the feeling in my head and to the degree in which I was soaked. Liquid must go somewhere obviously, but I was more concerned that I really only remembered wetting my diaper once tonight during the talent show. I felt it clearly then. It came easy but wasn’t that much. ‘So how am I now soaked?’ I had little time to truly contemplate it though as Miss Samantha led me by hand into the changing room, clearly the one in charge of me. We then stood in front of the baggage area where they kept a few of the extra changing supplies others could use. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t have another diaper in my bag to change into. “Hello,” an older gentleman appeared before us after helping another little retrieve their bag, “I would like… hmmm… that one.” Miss Samantha pointed to one of the stacks of medical diapers, known for their high absorption qualities. “Extra-large?” she looked over me, “yes, extra-large will do.” The older man then retrieved the diaper and handed it to Miss Samantha, me only blushing while still holding her hand. “Thank you.” He nodded and we waited our turn in line for an open changing area. My head felt like it was spinning from the revelation of a soaked diaper I barely remembered using and the fact that Miss Samantha had just asked for a diaper from a complete stranger to obviously change me into. I was still so out of it that I didn’t notice a changing spot had opened and Miss Samantha had to tug on my wrist for me to start moving. Once inside and the curtain was closed, Miss Samantha wasted no time and quickly unbuckled my shortalls and stripped them off me. A quick inspection to ensure there were no wet patches, and Miss Samantha sat them on the chair nearby and began preparing for my change. I just stood there and stared at my obviously swollen diaper in the mirror. “Okay, baby. Hop up.” I did as I was instructed and Miss Samantha handed Stripe to me, which I promptly tightly hugged. She moved my lanyard out of the way, and then efficiently unsnapped my onesie and splayed it backward over my stomach. From my viewpoint, the formerly white diaper was now discolored and appeared on the verge of being unable to take another drop. “Oh my. I guess I should have checked you properly a little sooner. My little baby is so soaked.” I knew anyone within earshot could hear us and I immediately hugged Stripe tighter and held him to my face like a shield from the outside world. Miss Samantha obviously noticed and placed a gentle hand on my stomach. “It’s okay, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed. You did what I asked and now I have my end of the job. Just keep laying back and focus on all the good feelings from this or Stripe if you want.” I did both. Stripe took my mind off the embarrassing sounds emanating from my lower half as Miss Samantha quickly untapped my diaper, held my legs high, and began to wipe me down with the wipes the room had provided. Though before she had taken her time, Miss Samantha was now efficiently wiping me while still feeling loving somehow. Her humming and praises of ‘big boy’ and being ‘so proud’ of her little baby probably went a long way to that feeling though. Soon, she finished and placed the discarded diaper with the wipes nearby but out of the way. The diaper having been fluffed out already, Miss Samantha gingerly placed it beneath me. I felt its thick and soft nature embracing my backside and I could soon smell the sweet aroma of baby powder as I was thoroughly dusted. Satisfied with her job, she then folded the diaper over my groin and perfectly taped the sides around my waist, nicely sealing me once more into some padding. My onesie’s snaps could be heard in quick succession soon afterward as the material was pulled back together. Sitting up, I then gave Miss Samantha a giant hug as a thank you. She wrapped her arms around me once more and then gave me a pat on the back for us to get going. “Come on, honey. We’ve got a party to go to.” I nodded and hopped off the changing table before stepping back into my shortalls, Miss Samantha helping the whole time and snapping them together at the top. Miss Samantha then taped my diaper up and handed it to me. “Throw this away, baby. I’ll be out in a minute.” I nodded and slowly brought the diaper out. I received a few looks from those in line themselves, but I paid them no attention. I was learning quickly that though something might have been mortifying on the outside, all who were here or even in line now, were about to undergo a diaper change as well. It was just a fact, and everyone accepted each other for what they liked or did within the community. Miss Samantha soon exited the changing area as well with both our bags and a few crumpled wipes from cleaning down the changing table. Once discarded, she handed me my backpack and then led me out of the room and up the stairs. I swear I could hear singing of some kind like at a bar going up, but I thought it was just my imagination and didn’t pay any more attention to it. With each step, I could smell the baby powder wafting around me, and I could only smile at the memories of another change together. It was almost enough for me to forget my growing annoyance with the number of times I had to go up and down these stairs today. In moments though, Miss Samantha pushed me forward and we shuffled me into the oddly empty elevator back in the lobby and pressed the fifth-floor button. “I’m very glad you’re with us tonight. I wanted to invite you last night, but I didn’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. Definitely don’t have that problem anymore though. I think they like you more than me.” “Impossible.” We smiled at each other, and the elevator soon came to a stop. We both exited and Miss Samantha then used a card to get into her room a few down from the elevator. Inside, a lonely Luna sat playing with a stuffed cat. ‘Why did they like cats so much? And where was Ditzy and Miss Chelsea?’ “Oh goody!” Luna cheered. “You’re here.” The room had two large beds, and both looked very comfortable. The room itself was by no means massive but held a certain charm in its coziness. Near the entrance, three large suitcases sat by each other. I briefly wondered who the third belonged to but considering all the outfits I had seen from Miss Chelsea and Miss Samantha. The bag was likely just meant for any overflow. I thought I saw something silver sticking out of one, but Miss Samantha then cleared her throat. “Where are Ditzy and Miss Chelsea, Luna?” Miss Samantha asked from behind me, now shuffling inside the door and pressing me forward. “Oh… Ditzy saw some bags and got a bit bratty as soon as we got in the room. I don’t know where they’re going but Miss Chelsea brought her… pink paddle with her.” “What? Pink paddle… oh.” It dawned on me what was likely happening to poor Ditzy right now. Sure enough, not fifteen minutes later as Luna and I were talking on a blanket on the floor, a shaky Ditzy with dried tears marks going down her cheeks and a slightly annoyed Miss Chelsea walked back in. “Sorry to keep you all waiting. Someone needed a reminder from Miss Pain here,” Miss Chelsea said confidently, holding up a decently sized pink paddle. Ditzy only cowered on the ground and nuzzled into Luna. She looked like she was actively avoiding sitting on a few spots and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. “I’m sowwy,” she mumbled through the pink pacifier I just noticed pulsating through her lips. “I’m sure you are, but we can begin now that I would say that you’ve learned your lesson.” Ditzy only nodded rapidly. I wasn’t sure if it was from the excitement of the night or if she was nodding her head over having learned her lesson. Probably both. ‘Oh Ditzy…’ Ditzy, Luna, and I then talked and played a bit on the ground for a solid hour. Stripe, Ditzy’s ‘Lamby,’ and Luna’s ‘Mister Whiskers’ all played various roles for whatever suited our purposes at the time. I honestly think there were probably only five minutes total that I didn’t have a giant smile plastered on my face throughout the whole thing. Halfway through a few games, including charades, however, I began to feel a mighty drowsiness overtake me. My eyes continually fluttered and threatened to shut permanently. Having walked by a few windows, I knew that it was raining and maybe even sleeting out tonight. Still, I didn’t want to pass out in Miss Samantha’s and Miss Chelsea’s room, no matter how comfortable I was becoming. I tried everything I could think of, but the excitement of the day and the contentment of being with my friends and Miss Samantha were catching up with me. I made it through a few more rounds, but I soon leaned back into one of the walls. Feeling secure in my diaper and the gentle heat of the room, I was lulled into an inner peace I only could dream of beforehand. I thought I heard someone say my name, but my vision quickly faded to nothing, and I soon slipped out of consciousness, a smile still etched around my mouth.

Kelly's new life continues as she is forced to confront something so embarrassing she can hardly believe it is happening. If anything will cement Kelly's position as baby girl it is this... --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-TWO stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Kelly scowled underneath the cover and didn’t lower her blanket until she heard the bedroom door close again. Kelly pulled her head out from the cover and looked around to make sure she was alone. She got up on to her knees and immediately tried to bend or move the bars, they were stubborn and resisted her hardest efforts. Kelly had never been the strongest woman but now she wished she was a bodybuilder so she could’ve got out of the toddler bed. She reached through the bars to where the release sat on the floor. She couldn’t get close enough to push down on it, she was well and truly trapped. Kelly sat back down in a huff. She put her chin on her balled up fists and let out a deep tortured sigh of frustration. She didn’t feel tired as it was still so early but she had nowhere to go and nothing to do, all she could do was lay down and try to ignore the constant crinkling. From downstairs Kelly could hear Beth and Craig laughing. Realistically she knew their mirth was caused by something on TV but it felt like they were sharing jokes at her expense. Kelly had no idea how long she had been lying down before she fell asleep but it must have happened at some point because she woke up to the early morning rays of sunlight. She yawned widely as she sat up and looked around at her crib. For a glorious second after regaining consciousness she had forgotten about everything that had happened but it all returned to her cruelly shattering her bliss. Feeling thirsty after her long sleep Kelly picked up the bottle and as much as she despaired of using it she put the teat between her lips and sucked. The juice inside was now warm but it did it’s job of quenching Kelly’s thirst as she sucked down all the liquid in the baby cup. It was as Kelly put the bottle down that she felt a feeling that she had been dreading from the first time she had woken up in a diaper. She had been very aware that she hadn’t pooped since this all began but it was clear that this would soon change. Her heart dropped as she felt the fullness of her bowels and the twisting pain running through her intestines. Kelly had no way of knowing what the time was but it was clearly very early and she couldn’t expect to be let out of the crib any time soon. Even if someone did come to let her out of bed it wouldn’t help all that much since she was certain her parents wouldn’t let her use the toilet, she suspected that just asking would result in a fresh spanking to her still sore rear end. The pressure within Kelly steadily grew as she tried to ignore her body. She focused her mind on other things from counting the number of different toys that were now around the room to individual hairs on the teddy bear she had been left with. She didn’t really care about the answers but was desperate to use them as a distraction from her internal feelings. “Come on, come on…” Kelly didn’t know what she was waiting for. All she knew was she couldn’t give up to her body whilst locked in a crib like a baby. Maybe there was still hope to convince her parents to let her use the toilet. Her desperate mind clung on to the faintest of hopes. She wasn’t a religious woman but in that situation she prayed to every God she could think of to get her out of this predicament. Kelly was becoming increasingly anxious. To try to keep from messing her diaper she relaxed her bladder and felt the warmth splashing around inside her padding. Her idea was that relieving the pressure in the front might help with the back but that didn’t seem to work at all. Kelly was biting her lip and scooting on her knees up and down the mattress as she tried to resist the inevitable. The warmth spreading through the front of the diaper only seemed to make it more inviting. Kelly had no idea how long she had been holding on but sweat was breaking out on her forehead and her foot was shaking nervously. The end was coming and she had no way of saving herself. She had never been this desperate before and as she felt gas leave her involuntarily she felt her control slip just that little bit more. Her hated diaper increasingly seemed like a great place to push out her waste into. It was with a whimper and a moan that Kelly finally lost her battle. She didn’t make the decision herself but her body decided it had had enough. Her exhausted sphincter relaxed and opened at the same time as her bowels tightened and squeezed. Kelly gasped and froze with one hand on the rails to her side and the other on the headboard. Her wide eyes stared down at her empty bottle and teddy bear as she felt a lump start to push out of her body and into her underwear. The turd surged forwards uncontrollably and she could feel the tip of it hit the back of her diaper. As it inched out of her body it spread in all directions pushing the rear of the padding out and away from her body. Halfway through pushing the log out of her body it stopped with the diaper unable to move anymore. There was only one thing Kelly could do. “Ugh…” Kelly pushed down and stuck her butt out. The stick of poop pushed out inch by inch until it had fully left her body. She felt her delicate hole closing as the crap dropped into the seat of her diaper. She shivered at the slimy sensation and a tear dropped down her cheek. She didn’t want to continue this humiliation but she knew there was more in her bowels, it would be better to dirty this diaper more and leave the next one clean. Kelly gave up any pretence of adulthood as she squatted low and screwed up her face in a mixture of effort and disgust. She held her breath and pushed down with her tummy muscles there was a slight gurgling sound in her bowels before several small and soft turds dropped into the diaper. She grunted slightly as the sticky mess pushed the back of the padding out and spread over her butt. It was the most disgusting and humiliating feeling she could ever remember and even when she had finished pooping the humiliation stayed with her. Kelly’s face was bright red as she let out a deep shuddering breath. She looked around at the room that had been turned into her nursery and wondered how it had come to all this. With her diaper so full she didn’t know what she could do next. Her legs were starting to hurt but she couldn’t sit down, all that would happen if she sat or laid down was a considerable worsening of her situation. “Hello?” Kelly tentatively called out. The thought of being seen like this by Craig and Beth was mortifying but it was her only way out of the situation. There was no answer. It could be a long time before Kelly was let out of the crib. She had no idea what time it was nor what the other adults had planned for her. She felt a wave of panic and despair wash over her, she didn’t want to stay in this mucky diaper one minute longer than she had to. The smell was already starting to pollute the air around her and she gagged as she tried to find some fresh air. As Kelly leaned her forehead against the bars of the crib the memories of the previous night came back to her. She remembered the very last thing that was said to her by her mother. “If you need Mommy or Daddy just cry.” Beth had said as she left the room. Kelly felt so humiliated that she had already started to break down into tears. She took a moment to steel her nerves and then a deep breath. It had been many years since Kelly had been an actual baby crying for attention but in the circumstances it came back to her surprisingly easily. She let out all the emotions she had been fighting to bottle up, all the anger, sadness and frustration poured out of her as she wailed like a fussy baby for their mommy. As soon as Kelly started crying she couldn’t stop. She threw her shame to the side like a blanket and cried loud enough that she was sure she was being heard. It wasn’t long before she heard hurried footsteps coming to her door. When it opened Kelly saw her mother standing in the doorway, she looked concerned as she walked in to see her diapered daughter. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Beth said as she walked into the room. She got to within a couple of steps of the crib before suddenly stopping and sniffing the air, “Ah, I see…” Kelly wiped her eyes as her mom walked over and dropped the side of the crib. As soon as the bars were down Kelly reached out and wrapped her mom in a tight hug. She felt so gross and sorry for everything she had done leading up to this moment but she was totally done with these disgusting games, she had to end the treatment before this could ever happen again. “Mommy, I’m so sorry!” Kelly wailed as her wailing descended into great sobbing hiccups. “It’s OK, baby.” Beth replied as she patted her daughter on the back, “All babies make mud pies in their diapers.” “I… I can’t do this anymore!” Kelly sobbed, “I’ll change. I really will!” “I know, baby.” Beth said softly as she separated herself from Kelly, “I’m sure you’ll be much better when we finish this.” “We need to stop now!” Kelly exclaimed as she wiped at the snot coming out of her nose. “Craig thinks it needs to continue.” Beth said as she helped her daughter out of the crib. “No!” Kelly grabbed hold of one of the bars, “I’m not doing this anymore! You can’t make me poop myself like this!” “Kelly…” Beth’s voice was full of warning, “You need to calm down so we can change that messy diaper.” “You can’t make me!” Kelly was beyond reasoning. Every movement caused her poopy diaper to rub against herself and it only served to stiffen her resolve. “I was really hoping you wouldn’t make me do this.” Beth sighed and looked down at the floor. She shook her head. Beth switched directions and instead of trying to go to the changing table she swung around and sat on the edge of the crib instead. The sudden change of direction caught the distraught Kelly off guard and as she stumbled Beth was able to pull her down over her lap. Kelly let out a loud whine as she kicked her feet out but either Craig had been given Beth some lessons on spanking or she had been keenly observing because her arm went straight across Kelly’s back and held her down. “No, wait!” Kelly desperately exclaimed, “I’ll be good! I’ll be good!” Kelly’s bulging rear was up in the air as she hung over her mother’s knees. She had to put her hands down on the floor to stop herself toppling off. As she stabilised herself she felt a hand come down on to her diaper with a lot of force. The poop inside splattered against Kelly and smeared all over the padding. It was like a bowl of custard falling to the floor and squirting everywhere, the poop in the diaper would have spattered everywhere if not for the elastic leg bands. Kelly let out a whine as her lumpy rear was spanked flat. Every time her mother’s hand contacted her diaper she felt the mess within spread even further until she was sure it was everywhere. She was sure the poop must be leaking out of the diaper with such punishment to her rear but somehow the plastic padding managed to contain everything. After five spanks Kelly felt the familiar tears brimming in her eyes. She started sobbing as she was punished like an unruly toddler yet again. She felt like a baby and didn’t think it was possible to be more infantilised, being spanked in her messy diaper whilst over her mother’s knee on the edge of her crib, it was like a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. Kelly grunted and sobbed with each spank from her silent mother and felt her ass getting sore again. The diaper and the poop provided little cushion against such harsh blows and soon the now familiar stinging feeling of corporal punishment returned. The thirty-year-old woman kicked out her legs and tensed her buttocks in useless attempts to mitigate some of the punishment. “Stop!” Kelly cried out in between sobs as the tears started pouring down her face, “I’ll be a good girl! I really will!” Beth didn’t seem to care about Kelly’s exclamations as she continued to spank her daughter. Kelly was left with no doubt about how powerless she was in this situation, she was going to be punished until her mother decided she was done. The lack of control made her shiver and made it even harder to control her emotions. It had indeed been a very traumatic morning. “You do not tell us when your punishment is over.” Beth said. Her voice was very calm but was punctuated by small grunts as she brought her hand forwards against Kelly’s rear end. Finally the last spank was given and Beth’s hand remained against the padding that had started to fall apart under the intense attack. She pushed her fingers into the diaper and massaged the skin underneath. She waited until Kelly’s crying had died down to a quiet sob before helping her back to her feet. “Punishing you is punishment for me too, I don’t want to have to do it.” Beth said with a soothing voice as she pulled her daughter into a hug and gently rubbed her backside, “So are you going to be a good girl for me now? Are you going to listen to Mommy?” Kelly’s cheeks were flushed red and she was still taking shuddering breaths from her crying but she nodded her head nonetheless. At this point she felt so gross she was just desperate for a change, a new diaper sounded like heaven compared to the partially destroyed swampy mess she was currently standing in. “Right, well I think this is going to take more than some baby wipes.” Beth said as she stood up, “Let’s get you a bath.”

Kelly suffers through yet more of her new routine. After play time she gets to spend some personal time with Craig who is clearly revelling in the situation he had brought about. --- This story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and with a $5 a month pledge you can see all my updates a week before anyone else. For $10 a month you can get early access plus access to THIRTY-TWO stories that only my patrons get to see. If you are interested please consider giving my Patreon page a look https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- Kelly contented herself with the milk she was drinking and used it as an excuse not to respond and get in more trouble. When she had finished the drink the tray was unlocked and moved to the side. The thirty-year-old woman scooted forwards on her padded backside and slipped down to the floor. She didn’t have a chance to think before her hand was taken by her mom who led her back into the living room. Craig followed a few moments later, he had taken a backseat to watch his future wife with Kelly and felt very happy with how she had done. Beth and Craig cuddled up on the couch as they turned on the television whilst Kelly was sat on the floor in her wet padding. She looked up at the people she was forced to recognise as “mommy” and “daddy” as if to ask what she should do. “Play with your toys, baby.” Craig said as he nodded his head towards some of the baby activities lying around on the floor. Kelly looked around with a scowl. Although she was keeping up the thorny exterior she was internally battling over what to do about her diaper. She could ask for a change but the amount of shame she felt that bring would crush her, they must know she was wet but they didn’t seem to be doing anything about it. Kelly didn’t know if they were waiting for her to say something or not. Feeling her sore behind still complaining about the punishment it had received Kelly reached over and pulled a couple of the dolls on the floor towards her. Despite her embarrassment she started playing with them to avoid more spankings. This seemed to satisfy Craig who put his arm around Beth and started watching the television. With little to occupy her mind Kelly found that her listless fiddling with the dolls soon morphed into a little game. She pulled over more of the dolls and started trying to craft a story with them, it wasn’t exactly the most compelling drama in the world but it filled the time and Kelly found herself getting absorbed in her creations more and more. It was like a creative spark in Kelly’s brain that had been previously extinguished by her laziness had sprung to life. As she played and acted out her scenes she remembered back to when she used to write stories in her younger days, she couldn’t remember why she had ever stopped. “I think it’s bedtime for a certain baby girl.” Craig stood up and stretched as he looked towards the clock. Kelly looked over to the clock as well and was shocked to find that she had been on the floor and playing with her toys for two and a half hours. It had positively flown by which both surprised and scared Kelly who suddenly realised she had been laying on her front on the floor flashing her wet diaper to her mom and future step-dad as if she had no shame in the world. For someone who tried to keep a stony exterior up for the world she felt ashamed to have dropped it like that. “But it’s so early…” Kelly whined as she sat up. “Come on.” Beth shot her daughter a warning look. Kelly sighed and with rosy cheeks she stood up and reluctantly followed Craig out of the living room and up the stairs. As Kelly looked up at her mom’s boyfriend she felt her fists ball up in anger. In days gone by her frustration would’ve boiled over and she would’ve hit Craig or ran away, now she simply relaxed and meekly followed the stronger man. “I’m glad you’re accepting this treatment.” Craig said idly without turning around, “It makes this whole thing easier on all of us. Apparently Diana put up quite a bit more fuss before she submitted, it was very hard on her poor mother.” Kelly shook her head in disbelief. This certainly wasn’t easier for her than what had come behind it and she resented the accusation that she was “accepting” anything however true it might be. Just like with her balled fists, in the past shed would unleash a tongue lashing on the person antagonising her, now she just followed quietly and kept her thoughts to herself. Whether she realised it or not she was being moulded by the changes in her life. She didn’t like to think that she was accepting this all easier than Diana, it made her think she should be putting up more of a struggle. “Will you need a diaper change before bed?” Craig asked. He placed special emphasis on the dreaded “diaper” word. “Yes…” Kelly muttered in embarrassment. “Hmm, well we shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve been in that one for quite a while. I’m sure you’ve been tinkling into it. Maybe you’ve left a little present for me. Have you? Have you left a little poo poo parcel for Daddy?” Craig chuckled. “No way!” Kelly’s eyes bulged and she felt a shiver go down her spine as she imagined that particular humiliation, “I’m NOT doing that! Ever!” “I’m afraid, baby girl, your body will almost certainly disagree with you.” Craig said as he pushed open Kelly’s bedroom door. “I promise you I will never do th-” Kelly was in the middle of adamantly defending her honour when she walked through the doorway to her bedroom and was forced into silence. Kelly was left speechless as she looked at her room. It couldn’t be her bedroom, surely there was no way her bedroom had been transformed so completely. Her eyes swivelled and everywhere she looked she saw things that made her sink further into shock. It was like she had just walked into Diana’s bedroom. Her place of privacy and solitude had been changed totally. Her bed had been modified and was now surrounded by bars on three sides. The white bars had a musical mobile hanging above it and the fourth side that didn’t have bars had a large white wooden headboard adorned with ornate pink flowers. On the wall to the side of the improvised crib was a long table with baby blue padding along the top of it. Shelves under the changing surface were filled with diapers, baby wipes, talcum powder and assorted other baby items. The changing table took up a lot of the room and the thought of being picked up and placed on it made Kelly feel sick. The worst part about these changes was how it signalled how long term the diapers were going to last. Kelly knew her Mom and Craig wouldn’t go to all this effort if they were planning for the diaper treatment to end any time soon. The furniture represented a horrible permanence that made Kelly feel despairing of her situation. “Hop up on the table.” Craig said as he indicated the changing table, “Hopefully it won’t collapse. Your Mommy and I followed all the instructions.” “Instructions?” Kelly repeated rather breathlessly. This didn’t seem like the kind of thing you bought at a regular flat-pack furniture shop. “Yes, Terri was kind enough to give us some written instructions when she gave us the table.” Craig said. Kelly stepped forwards and stood to the side of the changing table. The padded surface was quite high and it would be awkward for the diapered woman to climb up and on to. She stood to the side and wondered how she could clamber up whilst maintaining any of her battered dignity. Clearly she hesitated too long as Craig walked over behind her and placed both hands under Kelly’s armpits. Kelly yelped as she was lifted and sat on the edge of the table, her diaper squished underneath her as she was sat down. She laid back as Craig started to prepare the change. Kelly wished she had taken more time to talk to Diana when she had the chance. Maybe the other woman in her position could’ve given her some tips to get through this or at least give her Kelly some idea of what to expect. The endless shocks were not doing Kelly any good at all. “You certainly did wet yourself.” Craig said as he stood at the foot of the table and looked down at the wet diaper, “What a big baby.” Kelly bit her tongue to stop herself retorting and stoically stared up at the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. She felt the tapes on her diaper being pulled away and the front slackened dramatically when the last tape was pulled free. The front of the padding was lowered and Kelly blushed furiously even though her future step-father had seen her like this before when she had fainted. The wet touch of the baby wipes made Kelly shiver. She automatically tried to squeeze her legs shut to protect herself from the cold but Craig just pushed them open again, he wasn’t going to be stopped until he was certain Kelly was completely clean. There was nothing sexual in the wiping, Kelly wasn’t in the least bit turned on and Craig was clearly only doing this as part of the change. In some ways the coldness that commanded Craig’s movements made what was happening all the worse. The used diaper was pulled out from underneath Kelly though her relief from padding was brief. A new diaper was opened, it’s crinkling filled the air, and it was slipped under Kelly’s raised butt. The thirty-year-old woman felt another involuntary shiver go up her spine as she felt the padding caress her body. Some baby powder was sprinkled in the new diaper before the front was lifted up and over Kelly’s crotch. She felt the last few moments of fresh air against her sensitive parts before the padding encased her and was taped tightly closed. She felt Craig tap her twice on the side of the leg, she sat up and dangled her feet in the air. Before she could drop down to the floor she felt Craig lift her up quite effortlessly and sit him on her hip. “I can walk…” Kelly muttered through clenched teeth. “It’s quicker if Daddy carries you.” Craig replied as she gave the girl’s diapered rear a couple of quick pats. The pats reminded Kelly of the spankings she had received and she instantly stopped her complaining. She was placed in her crib and the rails were lifted and locked into place. She turned around to investigate the white bars but found them to be very sturdy. “The release for the crib is down here.” Craig indicated a small lever with his foot, “You aren’t to use this except for emergencies and by that I mean anything short of the house burning down means you don’t get out of that bed, understood?” Kelly was gripping two of the bars as she nodded her head slowly. Craig nodded his head too and started to leave. He paused halfway across the room and walked over to the far wall. Kelly saw him reach into a plastic bag but she didn’t see what he was grabbing until he straitened up with a pink teddy bear in his hand. With a wide smile he went to the crib and placed the cuddly toy against the headboard next to the pillows. “Your Mommy will be up with a bottle in a bit.” Craig said, “Sweet dreams, princess.” Kelly felt humiliated by everything that had happened and laid down underneath her blanket. She covered her whole body with the white bedding and tried to ignore the now familiar feelings and sounds of the diaper between her legs. After a few minutes she heard her bedroom door open and, just as promised, Beth walked in. Kelly didn’t pull the cover off of her head but heard her mom reach the crib and pause. Kelly assumed she was looking down at the curled up form of her daughter before she reached through and placed a bottle next to the pillows. “Have a good night.” Beth said quietly, “If you need Mommy or Daddy just cry.”