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My experience is that real change takes a LOT longer than some stories on the internet suggest and that when it happens, it hides in plain sight. My experience also says that change DOES happen though. I'm 5 years in. I wouldn't say I'm incontinent but I am dependent if that makes any sense.

I had an interesting visit to the Urologist yesterday. When I got there, I was wet and had to change grabbing my backpack, I discovered all I had was nursery print diapers from the recent cruise. I figured what the hell and changed into a Rearz Daydreamer. A few minutes later I was called back by the nurse and told to disrobe as they had to do an ultrasound residual urine test. Sitting there, the nurse asked if I had recently gone to the bathroom, I told her I had wet and just changed a few minutes ago. She smiled and said “I can see that.” She pushed the front of my diaper down providing access to the bladder area and conducted the ultrasound as discussed. To my surprise and she says, “all done, I wish more of our patients would wear colorful diapers like you and they look so fun and absorbent,” and then told me I can get dressed. A few minutes later, the Dr comes in and tells me my residual urine is very high and only compounding my incontinence issues. He goes on to tell me we can try a new medicine if I like but is not sure if it will help. I think for a minute and tell him I will stick with managing my incontinence with diapers as I have for over 20 years. Both the Dr and the nurse smile and tell me they will see me in a year. I thanked them and think that was interesting and fun!

Found something interesting on the internet archive, a scan of an ABDL magazine from 1996. It's fun and cute, there are some explicit photos and stories inside. I especially liked Connie's story ❤️ Diapered Friends D. D. Teoli Jr. A. C. ( 1)

Chapter 6: Not Going to Happen Again There had to be some kind of catch. I looked at my older sister in astonishment after hearing her spell out the favor she wanted. I really hadn’t had a clue about what the favor was going to be, but what she was asking wasn’t anywhere close to any of the guesses that had been swirling around in my head since she had done my homework for me yesterday in return for a then-secret favor. I guess I had just figured that it was going to be something a little bigger than what she had asked, or at least something that I otherwise wouldn’t have wanted to do for her. But this? It would be a piece of cake. Grace was taking us to the mall. She was supposed to stick with us as a chaperone the whole time. Instead, she was going to drop us off at the mall and return to pick us up four hours later. All I and my friends had to do was not say anything about it. “Well,” Grace said with a hint of impatience in her voice. Oh, yeah. I suppose she needed me to answer her and not just stand around gawking at her. “Yeah, of course.” And that was the end of that discussion. Grace left to head back to her room. I texted my friends the good news. I made no mention of the favor in the message to them. Nothing done on a phone was secret, after all. I really didn’t think that my parents looked through my text messages, but I wasn’t confident that they didn’t have the ability to do so if they ever wanted to. I still couldn’t help but question the situation. Grace was a good older sister, but her altruism had never extended this far before. What was in it for her? She would get four hours to herself, four hours when her time would be unaccounted for by our parents. What could be so important that she’d risk the fallout of her plot being discovered? For me, I couldn’t see any downside to it at all. Four hours by ourselves at the mall. That was going to be an easy secret to keep; it was not like I would have any incentive to tattle on my older sister. There was one other benefit for Grace, which I noticed once I went back downstairs. I suppose it didn’t hurt my sister that her willingness to take me and my friends to the mall also got her in Mom’s good graces. Mom was practically gushing about how much of a good older sibling Grace was. That was true, just not in the way that Mom was thinking. <><><> When my parents upgraded to a new minivan last year, they handed down the old one to my sister. The silver Toyota Sienna wasn’t the most fashionable of vehicles for a teen girl to be driving around. My sister had nearly thrown a fit when our parents told her that it would be her vehicle after she got her license. But a car was a car, and having one was a lot better than not having one. Grace skipped the turn that led to one of the two massive parking ramps on either side of the three-story mall and instead drove us right up to one of the entrances. “You guys have fun,” Grace said as she pulled over to the curb and put the van into park. “I’ll be back to get you right here at five. Any problems and you call me right away, OK?” I got out of the passenger seat, and Emma and Angie joined me on the sidewalk, but not without a little confusion. “We’re getting chauffeur service now?” Angie asked as Grace pulled away. Grace and I hadn’t said anything about the favor on the way to the mall. I had almost thought she had either forgotten about it or had decided to backtrack. And I hadn’t wanted to bring the topic up in front of my friends in case Grace had somehow decided to change her mind. “Oh no,” I replied. “We’re on our own today.” Emma and Angie both stared at me. “How in the world did you get her to do that?” Emma asked. I told them about how Grace had done my homework for me the other day, using that assistance basically as blackmail to get me to lie to my parents about the trip to the mall. The rules at the mall were that kids under the age of sixteen couldn’t be left unsupervised after 5 p.m. But all of our parents were stricter than that. We’d never been left on our own at the mall before. “You cheated on your homework?” Emma asked indignantly. She was a stickler for following the rules. I didn’t think that accusation was all that fair. “You heard what Mr. Thompson said. That’s for eighth grade. It’s not like we were supposed to be learning about it this year, anyway.” “Fine,” Emma said, her hands on her hips. “But what exactly am I supposed to tell my parents?” “You’ll tell them that Grace did an awesome job of taking us to the mall,” I said. “You’re saying I should lie to them?” Emma asked. “Do you want to go home?” Angie asked. “You don’t need to be specific. Just say Grace took us to the mall. That’s technically the truth, after all.” Emma sighed in defeat. “Fine.” “Then come on,” Angie said, heading toward the mall entrance. “What are you waiting for?” <><><> “I need to pee quick,” I said, excusing myself at the sight of the first restrooms we passed. The two full glasses of Kool-Aid I’d drunk with my lunch of leftover pizza had been a lot, even for my typically strong bladder. The restroom was nearly deserted. I stepped into a stall near the end. Staying hydrated like this was getting to be a nuisance. It would be so much easier to fake my bedwetting once I had pull-ups. I would need to have another conversation with Emma and Angie once I got back out to the hallway. Angie seemed on board with keeping the secret, but I needed to make it crystal clear to Emma that she had better be on the same page with us. My phone buzzed. I reached down to get it from the pocket of my shorts. It was a message from Mom sent to the group chat that we shared with her and my sister. She had asked how we were doing at the mall. Grace had already replied a few seconds later, saying that we were having a good time and had gotten there OK. I thought about joining the conversation but decided that the less I said, the better. Best to keep things simple if we were going to try to keep our stories straight. I started to head to the sink to wash my hands – which usually meant running them through the water for a few seconds – when something near the restroom entrance caught my eye. There was a woman leaning over a girl on the diaper changing station. That wasn’t an uncommon sight at the mall, and normally, I didn’t pay much attention to it, but this was different. The girl looked only a little younger than Jackson. Maybe old enough to be starting kindergarten next fall. She was certainly old enough that she should have been potty trained already. She barely fit on the diaper changing station indented into the bathroom wall. I walked over to the faucet that was the second closest to where the change was taking place. I usually rushed through washing my hands, but this time, I worked to scrub them as thoroughly as possible, taking slight peeks to the side every few seconds. There could be no mistaking what I saw. The pull-ups the girl was being changed into matched the designs on the ones I had seen in the magazine I had under my bed. This was a new idea, one that hadn’t even occurred to me before. The pull-ups were advertised as nighttime underwear designed for kids who wet the bed. But here was a girl who was wearing them during the day. I hadn’t even considered that possibility before, which made me feel a bit stupid. There wouldn’t be any reason why a pull-up worn at night also wouldn’t be effective during the day. It wasn’t like a pull-up would be less absorbent while the sun was out. But a girl not potty trained at that age? What was wrong with her? I figured it probably had some sort of special needs situation or disability. But as I continued to wash my hands, I caught snippets of the conversation between the mom and daughter: just idle chit-chat about what they were planning to do and see at the mall in what was an otherwise normal conversation for a kid that age, nothing different from conversations I’d had with my brother when he’d been that age. I averted my eyes – focusing on putting some more soap on my hands – as the mom finished putting a clean pull-up on her daughter and helped her to her feet. There wasn’t anyone else in the restroom when I at last finished washing my hands. I grabbed a large wad of paper towels to dry my hands off. The used pull-up was staring right at me on the top of the nearly full garbage bin as I went to discard the paper towels on my way out of the restroom. I paused for several moments as I stared at it. The questions it raised were ones I couldn’t even dare to let myself think about, let alone answer, for fear of the possibilities nibbling at the far reaches of my brain. I stopped at a drinking fountain after leaving the restroom, taking a few long sips of water. Had to keep up my hydration, as annoying as it was. I snuck up on my friends, both of whom were glued to their phones. I peeked over Angie’s shoulder silently to watch the videos she was scrolling through on TikTok. Dad was adamant that Grace and I shouldn’t use that app. He called it poorly disguised Chinese spyware. I couldn’t see why a foreign government would care about funny dancing videos. But he was the IT expert, so there was no changing his mind. I had to make do with gleaning information from my friends about what the latest social media trends were. “Boo!” I tapped Angie on her shoulder. She jumped and nearly dropped her phone. “You’re such a creep sometimes,” Angie said. “So, what should we do first?” Emma asked. “You decided that you’re good with being at the mall without Grace?” I asked. There needed to be no question about that before we did anything else. Emma bit her lip. “I won’t say anything. I promise. Let’s just not make a habit out of it.” “What do you think Grace is hiding?” Angie asked. “Has to be something she doesn’t want anyone finding out if she’s going to go to all that trouble to keep it secret.” “Maybe it’s a boyfriend,” Emma said. That didn’t seem likely. Grace had someone she’d gone out with for about six months during her junior year. Michael had been a bit of a jerk to me, though, so he wasn’t missed. “No,” I said. “Remember that boyfriend she had? She wouldn’t need to hide it.” “So, a girlfriend then?” Angie asked. That was an interesting question. But I thought of all the posters of boy bands that covered my sister’s bedroom walls. No, it was pretty clear where her interests lay. “No,” I said confidently. “That’s not her thing.” We considered a few other options, but nothing seemed to fit for Grace. We set the mystery of what Grace was up to aside, as there wasn’t any obvious answer we could find for her decision, and set off to explore the mall. As we walked down one of the mall’s many corridors, I thought back to that commercial that had aired on TV the other night. How my friend had laughed and mocked the idea of someone our age needing to wear pull-ups to bed. Their reaction hadn’t dissuaded me from going forward with the fake bedwetting, but it had reaffirmed the need to keep it secret at all costs. There were going to be a lot of sleepovers happening over the summer. My fake bedwetting shouldn’t be a problem as long as Mom had gotten me pull-ups by then. The ad on TV did tout the ability of the pull-ups to be discretely concealed beneath pajamas, but I wasn’t going to be taking that risk around my friends. I wouldn’t even have to wear the pull-ups to bed. I could just tell Mom that I did and then pretend that I must have had a rare dry night. So even if I was staying overnight at one of my friend’s houses, it wouldn’t be a problem at all. Bam. Someone’s shoulder hit me in the face, and I fell backward onto the hallway floor. A man standing over me cursed and then looked down at me. “Stupid kids, watch where you are going.” “Seriously, Mads, you need to pay attention to where you are walking,” Emma said as she gave me a hand and helped me to my feet. “What do you even spend all your time daydreaming about, anyway?” Angie asked. My mind immediately went back to that day three years ago. The way the pull-up felt around my waist. The way my reflection looked in the mirror. The never-ending longing to be able to finally relive that moment. “You look so adorable when you blush like that,” Emma said. “Shut up,” I muttered. I started to walk down the hallway, paying more attention to my surroundings this time. “Is it boys?” Emma asked as she caught up to me. “No, gross. Why would you even say that?” “Yep, definitely boys. I think someone doth protest too much,” Angie said. I rolled my eyes in exasperation. That was better than my friends knowing what I was actually daydreaming about. But not much better. As we made our way to the massive M&M candy shop on the far side of the mall, I had to endure their theories about which boy in our grade I must have a crush on. They went through practically every boy that was in any of my classes, weighing the pros and cons of each option, before settling at last on Ali, who was in my math class and was on the boy’s U13 soccer team for our soccer club. “Am I right,” Angie asked. I didn’t really feel like indulging in their game any longer. “No comment.” We had arrived at the candy store, which had every possible variation of M&M candies that one could want, and quite a few that I couldn’t see anyone ever eating. We filled a bag of custom flavors to share and munched on the chocolate candies while exploring the mall. We walked in a loop around each of the three floors in the three-story complex. We knew every spot in the mall that gave out free samples. There was a hot sauce place that Angie preferred. I only dared to sample the mildest flavors. I didn’t need any further motivation to drink more water. The beef jerky shop next door was my favorite. They even had alligator jerky for sale. Thankfully, there weren’t any samples for it. Besides that, we managed to get some samples of honey, chocolate, and sports drinks. We spent the rest of the time trying on a bunch of clothes. None of us had a bunch of spare cash to make any big purchases, but we had fun squeezing into changing stalls and taking videos and photos for Angie and Emma’s social media accounts. Dad probably wouldn’t approve, but he hadn’t ever explicitly forbidden me from appearing on my friends’ social media pages, and I had been smart enough to make sure that I never brought up that topic with him. Grace did a good job of covering for us with Mom. She texted me a couple of times to ask what my friends and I were up to, and then she dutifully used that information to update Mom about what we were doing. And when we were ready to leave, Grace was right on time to pick us up at five p.m. I took a look over at the dash in front of the steering wheel. My sister must have spent a sizable amount of time driving while we were at the mall. The gas tank was a lot less full than it had been when we’d left home. <><><> “How was your time at the mall?” Mom asked a few seconds after we had stepped in the front door. This was where I needed to live up to my end of the favor. I could see Grace giving me a look out of the corner of my eye, one that told me I better stick to our agreement or else. “It was great,” I said, giving my sister a smile as I looked in her direction. “It was really nice of Grace to take us.” And that was that. There wasn’t any interrogation of what we had done at the mall. That’s one benefit of being a kid who usually has a very difficult time with lying to their parents. Mom didn’t have any reason to suspect that anything was off. It wasn’t quite time for dinner. I grabbed a book I had gotten from the library, one about teenagers struggling to survive in a far-off dystopia, but I wasn’t really paying much attention to what I was reading. Outside of asking me to retrieve my bedding from the basement, my parents hadn’t even made the slightest hint at what had happened last night with the supposed bedwetting. That was both a good thing and a problem. It was good because I was supremely embarrassed by the situation. I still couldn’t get over the look on Mom’s face when she noticed my wet shorts while I was standing at her bedroom door or how Dad had craned his head around in bed to try to see what was going on. I was going to need to somehow work up the courage to do that again tonight. But there was a downside to their seeming indifference. Yes, it was only one accident, and they wouldn’t have any reason to expect that it was anything other than a one-off event, but the way it had been seemingly brushed off and forgotten about didn’t bode well for convincing them that pull-ups were going to be the solution to this bedwetting problem. And that assumed that they would know that the pull-ups were an option for me. I still didn’t know if they had ever had my sister wear pull-ups to manage her own bedwetting. I couldn’t imagine having to wash bedding every single day. The problem was I had been too young at the time to really recall if I had noticed anything out of the ordinary with my sister. It wasn’t impossible to believe that Grace had worn pull-ups and that my parents had gone to great lengths to keep the situation discreet. And by the time I had any interest in the subject, she had already long been toilet trained at night. I had secretly searched her room multiple times but had never found even the slightest bit of evidence of pull-ups. I made sure to finish my whole glass of milk with dinner. I didn’t get a refill. Having to drink one glass of it a day was bad enough. Usually, I would try to sneak into the kitchen and pour some out at the end of dinner. Mom gave me a brief smile as she noticed that both my plate and glass were completely empty as I went to drop them off on the kitchen counter near the sink. Dinners were a family affair. Grace probably would have eaten hers in her room if she had wanted to, but that wasn’t allowed. Still, she hid herself away in her bedroom, saying she wanted to work on some graphic design projects on her computer as soon as she had finished doing the dishes. That meant that game night was just me, Jackson, and my parents. He was old enough to understand the rules of Uno, but not quite old enough to handle having to draw four without coming close to throwing a tantrum. Dad took Jackson upstairs to give him a bath while Mom and I switched to playing a round of the card game Canasta. I was on pins and needles throughout our conversation as we chatted during the game. There were so many secrets that I was juggling. My desire for diapers. The fake bedwetting. My algebra homework. Grace leaving us at the mall. I tried to keep a straight face through all of it, but I must not have succeeded. It was Mom’s turn, but she set her cards down. “Is everything OK?” What did she suspect? Did she know? A wave of guilt ran over me. I came perilously close to blurting everything out right then and there. Mom reached forward and touched my hand. “You don’t need to worry about what happened last night. You remember how I told you that your sister used to struggle with wetting the bed? And that was several times a week for quite a number of years. It’s not something you can control. That’s why it’s called an accident. We never punished or embarrassed Grace for it, and it’s not going to be any different for you.” “Yeah, it’s just…” I struggled at trying to figure out what I was supposed to say. “Don’t let it bother you.” Mom said. “You’ll get a good night’s sleep tonight, and it will be a distant memory in a couple of days.” That made me feel quite guilty. My sheets weren’t going to stay dry tonight. That was out of the question now. If I were to convince Mom and Dad to get me pull-ups, it would take a lot of consistently wet nights. Plodding footsteps coming down the stairs told us that Dad was done getting my brother ready for bed. That meant the upstairs bathroom was ready for me. I was extremely glad the conversation about bedwetting had wrapped up before his return. “Make sure you brush your teeth for two minutes,” Mom said. “Oh, and Maddy, don’t forget to use the toilet as well.” I got up to head upstairs right away, much faster than I normally would have obeyed a request to go brush my teeth. I hoped Mom wouldn’t see how badly I was blushing at her reminder to pee before going to bed. I hadn’t managed to drink quite as much water as I had done yesterday. That, combined with the fact that I didn’t even need to pee nearly as much as I had at this point last night, meant that it would probably be best to get some additional liquids in me before I retreated to my bedroom. I could have drunk some water from the bathroom sink. That would have been the discrete thing to do. But I hated the taste of the tap water at our house. It was bad enough that I needed to brush my teeth with it. That was the main reason I often tried to skirt that nighttime responsibility. Instead, I tiptoed down the stairs. Mom and Dad weren’t in sight. They were probably watching one of their more adult shows in the family room. I grabbed a glass from the cupboard and pulled out a filtered water jug from the refrigerator. I filled the glass about halfway up. That should be enough to ensure that I’d be more than able to pee on the bed in a couple of hours. I raised the glass to my lips, taking a few long sips of the cool water. It was a much better choice than trying to drink from the bathroom sink. “Maddy,” Mom said in a tone that suggested she wasn’t that happy about what I was doing. I lowered the glass from my lips. Mom was standing at the entrance to the kitchen. I looked down at the nearly empty glass. “What, I’m thirsty?” “You probably shouldn’t be drinking that much water right before you get into bed,” Mom said. “That doesn’t help with staying dry at night.” “Oh,” I said, trying my best to pretend that I hadn’t even thought ahead to the possibility that drinking more would cause me to wet the bed. I set the glass down on the counter. I would have preferred to have finished it. I would have to settle for a few sips of tap water upstairs instead. I put on what I thought was a good display of confidence. “Relax, Mom. It’s not going to happen again.” --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

Good professionals! I'd be embarrassed to be caught in that situation as I too am an all-white for DR visits kind of guy

If I can have the kind of success you have right now in 3 years I will be thrilled! I guess I am overthinking things and should probably continue with what im doing. Thanks for the insight and I wish you luck as well!

Thanks to @kasarberangfor being determined to give us a dirty total by donating another $58.30 to put as at 469 for the month! On a personal note, my thanks to all who donated this month, It was a tight month for Mom and I and not having to worry about the server payment takes some of the load off the household funds. Plus with an unexpected hospital visit, who knows what bills are on the way for the coming months, so it's good to get a little ahead.

Maybe a different title should include "Spouse" instead of "Wife" and maybe an option called "Other" "Its Complicated" or "We have an agreement" because I kept it from my HUSBAND, for many years even though I have been a lifelong diaper lover. When I finally told him, he was in disbelief than accepted it and even asked to play "Daddy" for me a few times. He even asked to wear one but he could not get use to it enough to use it properly. After several months of me occasionally wearing around the house in front of him, he became concerned that i would develop a real dependency/need for diapers or end up with kidney issues. That made him become disapproving and he eventually started mocking me for wearing a diaper. I guess he hoped it was a passing fancy. Its not. I stopped asking him to participate and eventually went back to my old habit of wearing when he isn't home. I don't feel like I am lying to him because he knows I keep a stash of clean diapers and where to find them at any time and where i deposit my used ones. So our arrangement is that I don't get on him for his using chewing tobacco and he doesn't mention my diapers but if at any time he wants to play "Daddy" he knows he can and how much I would enjoy it. I would even Share and let him wear one again if he wanted to.

I'm hurtling towards 5 years in, and my 2 cents would be to more or less echo the above - I wet the bed now, so that's a thing. Other than that, though, while it would be inconvenient and uncomfortable to go for any extended period without a diaper on, I am definitely capable to doing it. I'd say that 90 minutes is about the max, and 2 hours would be approaching the danger zone, but that's a long way from "incontinent". One thing that has changed is that once I start voiding, I can't stop it, but, at least when I'm awake, it won't start on its own if I don't let it. That's different from "inattention", where I'm so used to being able to go whenever I want to that I do it almost on autopilot. I wish you luck and suggest that you enjoy the journey!

Yeah. Chapter 111 was somewhat informed by my own real life experiences. Unless they are a proven danger to other students, it takes A LOT for most kids to get properly "expelled" from school. ESPECIALLY Elementary school. (I'm talking about K-5) There are exceptions of course (deadly weapons brought from home...being closer to puberty and punching a pregnant lady), but if a 5 year old bites, scratches, etc. etc. an adult, well...oh well. Suck it up adult. This is doubly true in Special Ed, which Beouf's room technically is. If the school system has agreed to give that child accommodations and provide services, it HAS to, and it will only consider alternative placements or expulsion etc. as an absolute last resort. And part of the reason I wrote Unfair the way I have was with the idea of minimizing stuff like hypno-cartoons, punishment spankings, surgery, etc. etc. because honestly? 1) Probably wouldn't take that much to reduce someone to a baby if you had the kind of societal power/infrastructure and physical advantages Amazons have. If you can legally pluck someone off the street, change their legal status to "infant" with minimal if any paperwork, put them in diapers and baby clothes that they are unable to take off, are controlling their diet, and everyone else you encounter either looks the other way or is in on the act... 2) If you REALLY believe that Littles are akin to children, then you probably would tend treat them more like children and avoid the more extreme stuff (Not knocking them as kinks or as DD plot devices. I just meant that this story started off as kind of a thought experiment). People tend want to feel good about themselves, and we don't treat dogs and cats the way a lot of Littles are treated; and if they were people would be CONCERNED. So chapter 111 was kind of showing the double edge of that sword. If Clark is legally a baby and has those limitations applied to him, then he should also get at least a measure of those same protections. And Brollish is Evil (in this author's opinion), but she is nothing if not Lawful Evil and damnit if there's three things Beouf knows and can talk circles around people about, it's the rights of teachers by contract, the rights of children under her care, and what to expect from "Maturosis". That and Clark ditched his pride at an opportune time and sold the bit. So...technically correct is the best kind of correct. And Chapter 112 was meant to show a couple things. 1. Neither progression nor regression is strictly linear. One step one direction two steps the other and vice versa. 2. A lot of Clark's hang ups deal with feeling listened to and respected on some level. There's a reason why he tends to call captured Littles "mind fucked" and "dolls", instead of "big dumb babies." Babies are still PEOPLE and should be treated like people with thoughts and feelings. The limitations on their freedom is more due to physical necessity and that their brains aren't even close to done cooking. But the Caregivers are thought to legitimately CARE for the child. A doll is something that often LOOKS like a baby, and has similar behaviors. (Laughs, cries, opens and shuts eyes, drinks from bottle. Wets. etc. etc.) But exists for the sole purpose of entertaining and satisfying the person interacting with it. One is a person. One is a thing. Clark has long believed that Amazons near-universally treat Adopted Littles like THINGS. Are their exceptions? Yes. Is there cognitive dissonance? Surely. Ethical concerns? You betcha. But Unfair wasn't written to be prescriptive and offer solutions. It's just meant to be descriptive and examine "what would this world look like with these parameters and what would it look like through this character's eyes?". Nothing more. Nothing less. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

For retro day, it'll have to be cloth diapers and rubber pants.

I think Lindie is one of my favorite characters in this story. The interactions of her and Clark are great.

I'm back, baby. Or, baby is back. Or, unconvincing fattish adult in a baby diaper is back. Take your pick. I once again waltzed through TSA screening entirely unmolested, once, and then, on the return journey, I got flagged for a second scan, got a "please pull your pants up snugly" third scan, then got a supervisor who looked at the output of the contraption and said "He's good." Translation: this man has a diaper on, not a belt laden with explosives or trousers full of narcotics. I survived having my luggage screened while standing with posse of buddies, and did not get called over to explain why 1/3 of the space inside it was taken up with nappies. Or why I'd forgotten to, say, declare a bottle of hand sanitizer that my wife threw in there, underneath the nappies that were tossed aside during the search. I sorted out that disposing-of-my-diapers issue while sharing hotel rooms with friends, by once again making myself personally responsible for taking the garbage out. Our suite had a kitchen and we created enough beer can and water bottle debris to justify daily solid waste transfers out to the bins in the parking lot, and I was more than happy to conduct those transfers, and to quietly slip my rolled-up plastic underpants into the bin with the napkins and pizza crusts. On return, I got asked an interesting question by my spouse: do I have any boxer shorts? I was confused by the question. She hasn't seen any on me, or in our laundry stream, in about 5 years. But did she assume that meant I still have them? In fairness, she has all kinds of stuff stored around the house that she hasn't used in 5 years or longer. So maybe, to her, it was an entirely reasonable line of inquiry. I was more curious as to the why of it, and the answer I got to that made me even more curious. It turned out that one of her friends was fostering a dog that had just had its reproductive equipment severed, and the idea was, to put the boxer shorts on the dog backwards, so that the frontal opening became a tail porthole, and the material would keep Rover from chewing at the stitches where his balls used to be. I saw flaws in this reasoning, chief among them the witnessed reality that a motivated dog can chew through thin cotton underpants in about 20 seconds. We've seen it happen, although more often with girls' underpants than with mine. But well less aggressively cut, mine are not made of anything more robust than the frilly pink triangles of material our previous dog used to disinter from the kids' laundry and rip to shreds. I also came to wonder how that conversation went... "My husband might have some you can use... he's not using them these days, anyway..." The imagination takes flight. And why in Christ's name would you want to borrow someone else's underpants? If I found myself in need of some, I'd go buy them, surely. I would not ask a friend for a handout. So, I looked at her with what I assume was a puzzled expression, and then I said, "Uh, no... I don't have any boxer shorts anymore." I left "Dot dot dot, because I only wear diapers these days" part unsaid, but it was there. Almost immediately prior to being asked the question, I had bent over to search the pockets of my suitcase while she was standing in the hall with me, and I knew that my diaper was sticking out of my pants - I'd just taken off my shirt to throw it in with the rest of the laundry I was pulling out of the valise. I think that might have been what prompted the question. She shrugged and said, "Well, I thought I'd ask, in case maybe you had a pair in the back of a drawer that you could part with." "Nope," I said, "it's been a few years since I've owned any." And then, I decided to entertain myself a bit by dotting the I's and crossing the T's. "Between socks and t-shirts and golf shirts, diapers and diaper shirts, my dresser is packed, so I took anything I'm never going to use out of it. In any case, I'd assume she'd want fresh ones, no? I'd pay ten bucks not to have my dog lounging around in a strangers reversed underwear, wouldn't you?" That provoked a chuckle, and then the conversation moved onto other topics, but there you have it. I don't think I ever actually announced to my wife that I'd thrown away my underpants close to half a decade ago. So that's something. Part of me wonders if she was testing a theory that when I go away with my buddies, I put aside childish things (in the underpants department) and just wear boxers for a few days, and that I might pull a pair of boxers out of my suitcase and say, "Here, she can have these", at which point my wife would have her "gotcha!" moment and could thenceforth insist that I wear manly underclothes when we go visit her parents. But, nope, my fealty to "this" goes beyond the possibility that I might have to someday explain to my buddies why my underpants come in cases of 36. Basically never. Although I wouldn't say I've had "a lot" of accidents lately, adding any number to zero produces an infinitely larger number, and these days, the number is not zero.

Almost messed my diaper this morning because I thought the bathroom was occupied. Took me way to long to realize the cat had closed the door lol

Seventy-One I still hadn’t completely recovered from my run-in, and subsequent conversation, with Pizza Girl–Paige, apparently–as I returned to the table a few minutes later. There was a fresh diaper under my pants that was more than likely poorly taped up, but short of calling Lyndie into the bathroom to help me, there wasn’t much I could do about that. As it turned out, it had been a good idea to change myself when I had. The old diaper was in far worse condition than I even realized. There was even a small wet spot forming on the back of my pants–one that, thankfully, nobody else had been aware of. “Ah, here he is,” Lyndie said upon my return. “Did you fall in? You were in there for a while.” She knew damn well what I was doing in the bathroom–everyone at the table, save for Caleb, did. Always a kidder, that one. I sat down with a sigh, my new diaper crinkling under my bottom–hopefully not so loudly that anyone else heard it. “I fell in,” I nodded. “Took me a while to swim out, but I finally did it.” “Clark? I want you to meet my friend Caleb,” Ava said. “Caleb? This is my good friend Clark.” We both stood simultaneously, shaking hands across the table. “Ah yeah, Clark,” Caleb said. “Ava mentions you all the time.” “Hopefully not because she’s cursing my name,” I said. I couldn’t help but notice that Ava’s cheeks were blushing a little. “Quite the contrary,” he said. “I’ve only ever heard good things about you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise,” I said. I was tempted to add that I had heard good things about him too, but I didn’t really know anything about him at all. “Oh,” Caleb said, his eyes lighting up. “Actually, Clark, I owe you a huge ‘thank you.’” “Uh, you do?” “Yes! I guess, a while back, you had mentioned a show that you liked to Ava. Mythical Knights of Far Earth. I initially wasn’t interested in watching it, but she had it on everytime I visited her apartment, so I kind of got sucked into it. Now I absolutely adore it!” I could see that Ava’s cheeks were getting even pinker. I supposed that Caleb didn’t know the rest of that story–that when I told Ava about that show, we were in a park together in the middle of the night. A few minutes prior to that, we had been making out and feeling each other’s diapers. We had talked about how I wished my chastity cage could’ve been unlocked. “That series is hard to watch anymore,” I said. “I don’t think it’s streaming anywhere.” “Oh, well, I bought the DVDs online,” Ava shrugged. “Actually…I think I ordered it not long after you told me about it.” That probably cost her a pretty good amount of money. I had a small scratch on one of my discs and had once considered replacing it, only to be put off by the ridiculous prices the DVDs were fetching on Ebay.” All I really felt was regret. I sometimes wondered if I would’ve done things the same way if I could go back to when Mommy asked if I wanted to move in with her. Maybe I’d have said no. Or, at the very least, I’d have said yes, but with the caveat that I needed to stay in touch with my friends. But it wasn’t Mommy who kept me from them. That was all me. “Well, I’m glad you love the show,” I said to Caleb, quickly flashing a smile as to not let on that I was starting to feel a little down again. “For the record,” Lyndie said, “I hate it. Whenever Ava puts it on–and it’s pretty often–I need to go find something else to do. Clarky, I didn’t know that you were to blame for this.” “W-well, Clark might have introduced me to it,” Ava said, her cheeks maintaining their redness. “But I do like the show a lot.” I’d kill for a one-on-one conversation with Ava about the show. I want to know her favorite character. I want to know what she thought when Dargus Rhatborne jumped into Szar’s mouth. I want to get her opinion on who was the better Truthsayer: Bruck or Mija. And I wanted to have that conversation while my cock was deeply embedded in her pussy. Instead, she was having those conversations with Caleb. And, eventually, he’d be the one fucking her while singing the battle song of the Forever Thieves. “Hey,” Evan said to me, bringing me back to reality. “Guess who I just saw a few minutes ago.” I’m pretty sure I could already guess who it was. “Uh, who?” “Pizza Girl.” Simultaneously, Lyndie and Ava laughed and repeated the name: “Pizza Girl!” “Who the hell is Pizza Girl?” laughed Caleb. “She delivers pizzas,” Evan shrugged. “We didn’t know her name, so we just called her Pizza Girl.” The laughter died a little, everyone else realizing that it wouldn’t be possible to explain why that was funny. It’d be a story involving adults wearing diapers, and being dared to expose oneself to a stranger–things that Ava probably wasn’t ready to tell him much about. “This pizza isn’t bad,” Caleb said. “But if you really want to have some good ‘za, you have to go down to Market Street. There’s this fucking incredible place over by the train station. I’m telling you–best pizza in the whole city.” He continued talking, seeming to be working his way down a list of memorized bullet points about what made this other pizza better than what we were eating now. I stopped paying attention pretty quickly, and I could see that Lyndie had checked out too. She shot me a smile that helped to comfort me some. I didn’t like Caleb. I didn’t think he was an awful human being, by any means. He wasn’t a dick and he had never once been unfriendly. He just wasn’t my type of person, I didn’t think. Also, it probably didn’t help that I saw him as an obstacle standing between Ava and I–but I tried my hardest not to let that weigh on me. Still, I tolerated his company for another hour or so, before Lyndie finally decided to rescue me. “Well, it’s been a good time. But, Clark, I’m thinking I should probably get you home.” “Y-yeah, that’s a good idea.” “It’s almost Clark’s bedtime,” Lyndie said to Caleb. It had the cadence of a joke, but it was actually much closer to the truth. “Well, of course,” he responded. “I don’t want to get in the way of that. Be sure to read him a story before he goes night-night.” It was funny, sure, but only because he didn’t know why the rest of us would think that it was funny. We said our goodbyes. I promised Evan I’d stay in touch. I shook Caleb’s hand one more time. I hugged Ava–our hug lasting a little longer than I expected, with each of us seeming slightly hesitant to be the first to end it. And then I was being driven back to Mommy’s house again. “So,” I said, finally breaking the silence. “That was Caleb?” She shrugged. “That’s him.” “Do you like him?” “He’s fine.” “Just fine?” She shrugged again. “I dunno. You met him. He’s nice enough.” I wanted to continue my interrogation, but it seemed better to drop it. No amount of talking about him was going to change how Ava felt–and she seemed to be smitten with the guy. You could see it in her face whenever she looked at him. “I saw Pizza Girl,” I said to Lyndie, changing the subject. “Yeah, I think I saw her once or twice too,” she said. “I mean, uh, I talked to her.” Her eyes grew big and she laughed. “Really? You didn’t tell me that.” “I know. I didn’t tell anyone. She gave me her number.” “Clarky, are you pulling my leg right now?” “I’m serious! We ran into each other in the hallway where the restrooms were. It was so fucking weird too. Like, we’ve never really talked to each other before, you know? But she looked so happy to see me.” “Yeah, well, she’s not going to forget the face of the guy who answers the door in a diaper.” “That’s just it! She wrote down her phone number for me, right? But she also wrote this little note.” “A note? Well that’s fucking adorable. What did it say?” I opened my mouth to recite the brief message from memory–it had already been burned into my brain–but I just laughed. The note had just been another absurd moment in a long, long, sequence of long events that had started when I randomly encountered Ms. Heller one afternoon, long ago. “Was it a joke?” Lyndie asked, a little confused by my giggle-fit. “N-no,” I said as I tried to compose myself. “Actually, there’s something else I need to ask you first. Before I tell you about that note.” “Okay?” “Do you think Ava and Caleb are going to, uh, date?” Lyndie sighed, her head bobbing from side to side like she was having an internal debate about how honest she wanted to be. That, in and of itself, was probably the answer I was looking for. “I think you just witnessed the start of their first formal date, Clark.” “Huh?” “You and I left. Evan was going back to his apartment. That just left the two of them. Maybe they’re going back to our apartment. Maybe they’re going to go do something else together. But I’m pretty sure their night isn’t over yet.” I felt despair wash over me, settling in the pit of my stomach. I had been right there–right next to her–tonight, and yet I was ultimately powerless to do anything to interfere with her and Caleb. “It’s not a bad thing,” she said. “I know you like her. And I know that she likes you.” “She liked me,” I corrected her. She laughed and shook her head. “Clark, don’t be a stupid baby–as hard as that might be. The world didn’t stop when you moved in with Ms. Heller.” “Yes, yes,” I muttered. “I know. I think about that everyday.” “I see two possibilities: The first? You might not like it, but they might end up together. They’re cute together. I can tell that he likes her, and that she likes him. And all you can really do is be happy for her, in that scenario.” “Of course,” I said, begrudgingly. “I know that.” “The second is that somewhere, down the road, the two of them don’t work out. Maybe that’s a week from now. Maybe that’s years down the road. But even if they did split at some point, that’s not a guarantee that…” “I don’t really like either of these possibilities.” “The point that I’m getting at,” she said, “is that, no matter what, you’re probably not helping yourself if you put all your eggs in her basket. Because, you know, she might be lending her basket to Caleb.” “Is ‘basket’ a euphemism for her…” “It’s just a bad analogy,” she said. “Besides, are you even in good shape for a relationship right now?” No, probably not. “Alright, alright. Point made.” “You have to learn to crawl before you can learn to walk,” Lyndie said, snickering immediately after. “I can crawl just fine.” “My point is that you need to worry about yourself first. Then worry about romance and love.” I laughed. “Okay, but, let me tell you what this note said, now.” “Go for it.” “It said–and I’m not making this up: If you wear your diaper, I’ll wear mine.” “Wait. So you’re telling me that Pizza Girl also wears diapers?” I shrugged. “I mean, that’s what it sounds like, right? What are the odds of that?” “What if…she was just inspired by you.” “What do you mean?” “Like, she saw you in a diaper, right?” “Twice.” “Right. And she liked what she saw and decided to get some for herself.” “I dunno…” “What if, like, you’re becoming a folk hero, of sorts? I mean, think of how many people have seen you in your diaper, right? Maybe some of those people walk away from that thinking that they need to get some diapers for themselves. You’re like, uh, Clarky Diaperseed or something–planting a kinky idea in susceptible minds.” “Maybe…” “So…you’re going to call her?” I laughed. “In that moment, I was so sure that I would. Especially after reading her note.” “Well sure. If she wears diapers, too, you don’t even have to grow up all that much first.” “I guess, yeah. But…I think you were right earlier. I’m probably not ready for a relationship right now. I have to, uh, learn to crawl so that I can walk. I should probably talk to Mommy, too. Before I do anything else.” “She’d be supportive,” Lyndie said. “I’m sure of it.” I’d like to think that she was right. I wasn’t a prisoner or a hostage. I willingly came to live with Mommy. I willingly chose to put my life on hold to experience this lifestyle. I had no fear of Mommy denying me the desire to start taking control of my life again. No, what I feared was that I would break Mommy’s heart. As Hillary seemed to have once before. “How’s your diaper doing?” she asked. “You managed to avoid humiliating yourself with stinky pants in front of everyone else–which only makes me think that you’re overdue for a smelly bottom.” The greasy pizza had been working its magic in my digestive system. Something was cooking, she was right about that. “It’s good for now.” “If at all possible, do you think you could hold off on pooping your pants until we get back to the house? I’d rather my car didn’t smell like a dirty diaper for the next few days.” “I’ll do my best,” I shrugged. “No promises though.” I did wet myself before we pulled into the driveway–a rather heavy wetting, though one my diaper should’ve been more than capable of containing. Except, I could feel the wetness spreading to other parts of my pants where the diaper wasn’t. A leak. I wasn’t all that surprised–I was never very good at diapering myself even on the best of days. Diapering myself in a dingy pizza-shop bathroom, my mind clouded by Paige’s note? Forget about it. “I’m wet,” I announced as she pulled up to the house. “Very wet?” I nodded. She shrugged. “No big deal. We can take care of that inside.” “I, uh, might have leaked…” She sighed, shaking her head. “You know, I had been considering getting some sort of car seat for Bradley, back when he was visiting me. Maybe I still need to get one.” “Don’t say anything about that to Mommy,” I said. “She’d buy one for me in a heartbeat.” “She really would,” Lyndie laughed. “But wouldn’t that be so fucking cute? Her pulling up to a drive-thru window with you in the back, fastened into an oversized car seat, wearing just your thick diapers?” My cock strained against its cage. Yeah, I liked that idea too. She felt the seat where I had been sitting with the palm of her hand, assessing the damage. “A little moist, but not as bad as it could’ve been. Someday, when you have an income of your own, maybe you can detail my car for me?” “Yeah, sure,” I laughed. “But you’ll have to remind me.” “Because you think it’ll be so long until you’re an adult again?” she smirked as she walked towards the front door. “I dunno,” I shrugged, following behind her. “How hard do you think it’ll be for me to just…grow up?” We were stepping through the front door now, and she immediately pointed up the stairs–signaling that before we did anything else, she’d need to change my diaper in the nursery. Good timing too, I thought. There was a heaviness in my bowels. If my diaper was going to be changed anyways, it probably made sense to save her another diaper change later. “Honestly, I don’t think it’ll be as hard as you think it is,” she said. “You crawled around on your hands and knees and filled some diapers for a few months–it’s not like you were in outer space and needed time to acclimate to the planet’s gravity again. You could probably walk out the front door tomorrow and join the masses if you really wanted to.” She made a good point. I sometimes got it in my head that I was a literal baby–or something similar to one. Even in my most infantile headspaces, I was still just playing a character. I was pooping. I felt my cheeks parting as a soft mass was slowly pushed out into the back of my diaper. The fact that it was so quiet almost made it seem more naughty to me–Lyndie probably wouldn’t know it was even happening until she could smell it. “Can I be honest with you for a second?” Lyndie asked as we approached the steps. I tried to hang back for a second, hoping she’d start walking up before I did–but she paused too, waiting for me to head up first. I felt my face tightening as I pushed a little, freeing the last of my load. “Y-you always are anyway,” I answered. “Go for it.” I sighed and started walking up the stairs–the back of my diaper packed full now. I felt like it stuck out in Lyndie’s face as she trailed behind me. “You’ve been spoiled,” she said, starting to ascend the steps. “You were lucky to find someone like Gabby, who had the means and the time to spend doting on you. But I’m not sure that was actually a good thing for you. This is the part of your life where you’re supposed to be out in the world. Learning from your mistakes. Finding yourself. You’ve just been hiding from it.” It didn’t happen often–but once in a while, a messy diaper just felt good. Like, not just ‘good’ in that big-baby-who-likes-poopy-diapers kind of way–but in a stimulating sort of way. It was the way the load had filled the back of my diaper, and the way that it pushed against my ass with every step. It caused my cock to swell in its cage–as much as it could, at least. A little noise escaped my lips–a faint whimper of pathetic pleasure. “I don’t begrudge you for living this life for as long as you have,” she continued. “But the longer you’re here, the harder it’s going to be for you to…” Her voice trailed off, and I could hear her sniffing the air. “Oh, Jesus. Clark, did you just poop yourself?” “Uh…” Somehow, her acknowledgment of it only made it feel even better. She sighed. “You know what? I take it all back. You’re a baby. A baby for life. There’s no coming back for you.” We cleared the steps and headed down the hallway. The nursery door was just ahead of us. It was so close–but it felt so far away too. It was the feeling of my diaper, combined with Lyndie’s reminder that I was a baby, that was helping to suck me into a very tiny headspace all of a sudden. I took a few more steps forward, but I decided that I didn’t want to walk anymore. I stopped, and dropped to my knees. “Clark? I still have to change you. So don’t you dare…” It was too late. I flopped backwards, landing on my dirty bottom, feeling an oozing squish between my skin and the diaper. I opened my mouth, but only to groan as I shifted my ass back and forth on the carpet, each movement sending pleasurable pulses up my spine and into my brain. “Are you serious right now?” Lyndie sighed, rolling her eyes. “Fine. Whatever. You might as well finish what you started. Go on. I’ll wait.” She towered above me, arms crossed in front of her as she looked down at my feeble attempts to grind my dirty diaper to a climax. There was a part of me that was ashamed–or, at least, a part of me that knew I probably should be ashamed. The rest was just drinking in the moment and getting drunk from it. A minute later, my caged cock was spitting up into the thick padding. “Do you even want a life where you can’t do that anymore?” she asked. All I could do was shrug. It didn’t seem fair that I had to choose.

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.

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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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

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And now, people AROUND THE WORLD (ok, maybe a slight exaggeration... ) await Reddy's comments on how his first diapered day at work went!! Was it better than expected? Worse than expected? Did he leave work with wet socks?? Oh, the suspense!! 🤔😀😳

I’ve always wet the bed every night. I didn’t like it growing up having to wear diapers when other guys my age didn’t have to. now however I absolutely love it, waking up soaked is the perfect way to start my day.

Part 33 For a few long seconds, Cassidy stayed in the mostly out of sight place she had found. One of the larger vendor tents more or less blocked her entirely from the crowds on the other side, but hiding away wouldn’t do her much good in the long term. Quinn had only given her ten minutes, and Cassidy was nervous that half that time had already been spent carefully making it to where she was mostly sure that one of the jewelry shops was. That meant that she had to get moving now, or everything she had done so far would be for nothing. Stripping. Messing her diapers. Stupidly telling Quinn and company her last name. If she wasn’t back with expensive, stolen accessories for them, this mortifying nightmare would no longer be contained to just her sister and a few people she would never see again. Despite the clear and pressing mission she had come this far to attempt, Cassidy suddenly found herself frozen. She couldn’t! It was honestly less about the stealing–although she was also a nervous mess about that as well–and more that she was nearly naked save the worst possible underwear for a girl her age. Were the other alternatives to the either/or Quinn had thrown at her? Maybe racing back and tattling to Margot could fix things. It felt super immature to go to a girl about her same age for help, but there was a lot on the line now that social media was involved. Before Cassidy could think things through in the limited time she had left, or make a decision of any sort, a familiar voice cut through her flustered mind. “Cassie?” Audrey asked, as she approached from the same direction Cassidy had come from a minute ago. “What are you doing?!” Cassidy’s eyes widened at the unexpected appearance of the last person she wanted to see right now. How?! How did her sister find her, when Cassidy had been so careful to stay out of sight? It hadn’t been a perfect route, but she thought she had avoided everyone pretty well. There wasn’t a phone on her to track, and Audrey wouldn’t have the credentials for that anyway. Reading the surprise on her face pretty easily, Audrey just rolled her eyes. “Look at you,” she scoffed, gesturing to the general bareness save for the padded underwear, “I’m sure half the people on this side of the park noticed some brat streaking around the edge of the grounds. You’re lucky I noticed you before security did. Although anyone could have called them at this point, so come on. Let’s find you something to wear.” “Audrey, wait! Hold on. I-” Suddenly, Cassidy was grateful that Audrey had noticed her and followed her back here. Now that her sister was here, Cassidy was within arm’s reach of all the things in Audrey’s bag. With the invisible clock that was still ticking down every second, however, she needed to be quick. “My credit card!” Cassidy blurted out, “You need to go buy jewelry for me.” She audibly raced through the vague details about how she needed something for two girls and one guy, immediately realizing how weird it must sound for someone who wasn’t dealing with the pressure that she was. Audrey looked a little confused, followed by that same judgmental look she put on whenever Cassidy was ‘freaking out over nothing.’ The same expression every time, whether it was at the Faire or somewhere else, designed to demean Cassidy without anyone else catching on to the fact that she was obviously doing it on purpose. “Priorities, Cassie. For fuck’s sake, you’re wearing a diaper. Was that your big plan, little sis? Get changed, just to run away like an immature tween who doesn’t think things through? I told you to stay when I dropped you off. And what do you do instead?” “Audrey, please!” Cassidy begged, “You don’t understand. I only have so much time, and-” “Wait. Cassidy, did you wet yourself again?!” “N-no. Listen, this is important! If I don’t-” “You totally did!” Audrey exclaimed. She strutted right up to Cassidy and grabbed the base of the diapers. “You-” This time, Audrey cut herself off. No longer able to keep the exaggerated look of patronizing annoyance going, she gasped and gave a wicked smile when she felt the unexpected weight. Eyes lighting up in amusement, she gazed down at the now deeply blushing girl. “Cassie. Did you shit in your diapers?!” Cassidy had been so focused on the task at hand that she had fleetingly become numb to the mortifying fact that she was walking around with the padded underwear full and slightly sagging. Now that the attention had been pulled away from her lack of modesty and back to the other aspect of her shame and humiliation, however, she needed Audrey to understand that this was not her fault. Not after Cassidy’s younger sister had already set things up for a daytime wetting that she got to witness firsthand. “Quinn made me!” she exclaimed. “Uh huh.” Rather than releasing her grip on the diapers, Audrey pushed up and gave Cassidy’s pelvis a good rub. “You’re saying one of the girls on staff did this to you?” “Audrey, stop!!” Cassidy gasped at the awful sensations below. Gravity had kept the ‘accident’ somewhat down in just the padding so far, but what her sister was doing was so much worse. Not only was it an unpleasant reminder of what had happened in front of Quinn and the others, but it also spread around the mess and made her feel that much dirtier down there. “AUDREY.” Audrey just rolled her eyes. “You’re so whiny, Cassie.” Not relenting in the slightest, she smirked and slowly began shifting the diapers forward. “Be a big girl and tell me what happened. Then I’ll stop, okay?” “I don’t have time!” Cassidy exclaimed. She tried to slap her sister’s hand away, although it was impossible to do much when she was trying to keep her upper half covered as well. “I need to get back. Like, now!” “Cassie.” No longer looking judgmental or amused, Audrey let go of the diapers and took a step back. The relief was short lived, however, as what she said next was almost worse than the physical torment. “Start talking, or I’ll call security on you myself.” Was that a bluff?! Based on how casually cruel Audrey had been basically ever since they arrived, Cassidy didn’t doubt that her sister would follow through on a threat like that. It was quite the lose/lose. Talking to Audrey was going to burn time that Cassidy didn’t have, but being dragged to who knows where by the faire’s security would absolutely ensure that she wouldn’t make it back in time to stop Quinn and Molly from ruining her life via social media. “Okay, okay!” Cassidy groaned. She tried to hit the highlights as efficiently as possible, praying that Audrey would for once take her side and help her deal with the current situation. Cassidy didn’t have to abide by the ‘no covering’ rule now that she was out of sight of the difficult teenagers, so she kept both arms clutched over her chest at all times. “ . . . so I need to get all of them jewelry, and need to be back really soon. Like really soon,” she concluded, putting emphasis on the time pressure. At this point, she was banking on Quinn to show a little mercy, as there was no way Cassidy was going to make it back in under ten minutes. ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

I recently moved to the area. I live in the farm country between Gaffney and Union, and work in Spartanburg.

Hi Devon, and glad you decided to do an intro. Always nice to have people jump in and say hi. I hope you can somehow work around not being able to wear diapers. But, you know you can always hang here there’s lots of likeminded people here. Relax, have fun, and enjoy!

Thank you Adultinnocence for your comment... the final chapter of this is complete and will be with you shortly and I suspect the hook you refer to... mmmm.... perhaps not what you might have thought. Thanks to all who have read this story so far... Hugs to you all. Les

Today was my first day of going 24/7. I didn’t poop when I got up and kinda had to all day. I did my deliveries and soaked up my diaper pretty good and I met up with my girlfriend for lunch at jack in the box. It’ll really had to go but sitting down and being on the go delayed it….but it was time to pick up our order. I went inside and it was an empty store. I had my delivery bad loaded up with my next diaper and changing accessories cause I had to change out of this soaked one. Walking to the door I could tell it was getting urgent. Getting to the counter more urgent. The lady looked at me and said “I’ll be right with you”. I tried to play it cool but it was taking a bit long so I checked the bathroom and it was empty and lockable. Went back and she asked me which order o had. She said she had to bag it up. When she left to bag it up, I just stopped trying to hold it back. It took a while for it to hit my diaper…fairly solid at first….but it just kept coming out…and it ol got faster. I still wasn’t pushing but I could feel my diaper bulging out to the point I had to spread my legs a bit to make more room in the base of my pants. I pooped for a solid 10-15 seconds without even trying and my load I’m sure was noticeable outside my pants but I want done. I could still feel more in there and then squares down and pushed out the rest. I literally had to squat because there was no where left for it to go! after I got it all out, the order was almost bagged up. As I stood back up, I could feel the poop smooshing up and around my diaper….just from standing straight. I grabbed go food and went to the bathroom. Changed without squishing. It was about the size of a chipotle burrito. A HUGE load. I changed up like nothing happened, chucked them used diaper in my diaper bag and went back to the car to eat lunch with my next diaper on. in a diaper for the next 40 days. No bathrooms at all. Going to order some mega max though as the catstronauts just doesn’t have enough space.

Two splendid chapters. First I was sure Clark was screwed after taking out Ambrose. Then when they managed to talk their way out of that mess Brollish somehow managed to produce evidence of the picture day fun. I thought there was no way he could escape expulsion. Yet they again managed to get over with a very minimal punishment. I was almost hurt when Clark started in again on Janet. I honestly think he wasn’t very upset to discover he was drinking breast milk so I didn’t think he was still that upset with her. I really loved the way she handled it. I almost expect him to ask for some milk when they return to bed following his change. I am still absolutely loving the story and can’t wait to read more.

Well, you still can't compete with Al Bundy when he got on the phone to order a part for the Dodge ("Proud to Be Your Bud" is one of my favorite episodes of my favorite TV series of all time)!

color is painful.

When you have the time and are in a safe location (home), it would be worthwhile to experiment with the diaper of your choice and see how long you can go before the diaper starts to leak. It’s good information to know if you ever need to push a diaper to it limit.

Woke up with a wet Cushies cloth back diaper covered with plastic pants and messed 30 minutes ago while in the kitchen checking emails on my phone. Now I am enjoying a wet, warm, soft, poopy squish in my diaper while I respond to this thread drinking a hot cup of coffee,

Chapter 21: The Naughty Kids Reunion Josh and Paul landed into what could only be described as a cloud. They picked themselves up but before they could really orient themselves were picked up by two attending sitters. A bit dazed from the long slide and sudden fluffy stop they tried to wriggle about but ultimately were overpowered by whoever held them. The boys were deposited into cribs wrapped in a soft blanket and given a baba. At first they refused but it was held firmly to their lips and once they had a taste of the wonderfully sweet milk they couldn't resist. Once fed, sleep came quickly. A soft joyful tune played waking the boys from slumber. They were removed from their cribs and carried to a new room. They rubbed sleep from their eyes and soon found themselves in a large room with several other kids all placed in individual playpens. The scene was reminiscent of a prison yard. "Blue Sock! Finally decided to join us!" Called a boy from across the room. "That you Joe?" Paul called back. "Sure is! Chales should be here shortly, meeting can begin then" Paul looked across the room, each playpen held a person he recognized as being part of The Naughty Kids. "Where's Robert?" Paul asked. Joe just shook his head. "Boogeyman got him…the thing had me but Robert…he tackled the thing, startled the creature it let me go but it took him…not all of us made it Paul…shit we thought it got you and the newbies…" "Matt is fine!" Josh added "we were able to escape because-" "Save it for the meeting rookie" Alpha said and the door opened. A sitter came walking in and deposited a red headed toddler in a playpen. "Now you all play nice!" She said and left the room. "I call dis meet-ting to or-der" the child had trouble with his words. He grabbed a car and some blocks and began to play with them rambling to the toys. "What happened to him?" Josh asked. "That is what you can expect from here on out." Joe said. Charles seemed to be in his own little world as he spoke slowly and played with blocks. "They are regressing us bit by bit. They focused hard on Charles when we got here, as he was our leader, this is the best we got, he still has his moments of lucidity but we are never sure when he will have those moments. They just place him here as a sign of what we will become" Joe said. "Ahh…Captain what did they do to you?" Paul moaned. "We might have a way out of here!" Josh said. "Yeah how's that?" "We learned of Mother's real name and can use that to control her!" Josh declared. "No freakin' way how'd you learn that" "Not important right now, but her name is Lamby Pamby Fliperdoodles!" Josh babbled in the most excited child's voice, then was horrified. It was like someone had just forced something down his throat and treated him like some ventriloquist doll. A bunch of the kids laughed. "What the hell Josh?" Paul asked. "Yeah I expected that" Joe said. "First sign of their brainwashing. Something in the BaBas! Yummy Dummy!" Joe seemed to flip a switch as he excitedly cheered out in a childish tone. He cleared his throat and regained his composure. "From what we have discussed before they first target random words as a trigger or in Charles' case and probably yours as well a very specific word…try saying her name again" Josh was a little hesitant; he didn't want that horrible feeling to come back and control him but he had to at least try to resist. "Lambadicious!" He cheered and once more gagged at whatever forced itself into his mouth. "Twice now you started with Lamb so I can take it the name starts with an L maybe even Lamb" Joe said. "You got it," Paul said. "It is going to take a bit, but Alphabet game…" Paul picked up a pair of blocks and the room grew quieter than before and listened. Joe nodded his head and began to say the Alphabet when he reached L Paul clacked the blocks together, then Joe started over with A and once more Paul clacked the blocks. This continued until Joe had fully spelt out Mother's name; Lambda DeFillion. "Alright, we know the name now, but will it work?" Joe asked. Paul shrugged. "I offer myself as tribute!" Called a girl. "You sure, Cult?" Joe asked the girl. "Chance to summon a demon has always been a dream of mine, I would love to stick it to that babalababloppydoo" the girl, Cult, babbled. "Permission granted then, though worst case scenario is you speak it Blue Sock and Rookie will be in massive trouble. You two sure you want to chance it right now?" "Not sure if any time will be good, if we can catch her by surprise we might be able to end this here and now" Paul said. "Do it…let's end it now" Josh nodded and the kids all nodded and Cult cleared her throat. "Lambda-" and she was gone. No smoke or fire or magical puff of sparkles she just vanished in less than a blink of an eye. "I don't think that was supposed to happen" One kid said. "Well clearly that was a bust…Mommy!, Is clearly more attentive than we thought." Joe said. The sound of footsteps echoed from beyond the playroom door. All the kids turned toward it and as the steps approached the door they stopped. The door knob jiggled a bit then turned before slowly opening. None other than Mother herself stepped through in all her demonic glory. She smiled at each of the kids and locked her eyes upon Josh and Paul. She slowly approached and smiled down at them. "Who's a clever boy?" She cooed. "Is it you? Is it you?" She asked and tickled at the two boys making them giggle in response despite their refusal to. "It seems my arrogance has gotten the better of me and I have almost been deeply humbled by the absolute humiliation of you two" Mother stood up and began to walk around the room. "I knew it would be troublesome to keep each and everyone of you naughty children in one room. Your refusal to be good little babies has been a fun and delightful game that has helped kept me on my toesies for all these eons. Yet ever since I gained access to the Mortal Realm I become a bit lax in these few decades and it seems I must put an end to this game" She said. "Lamb-MEEEE, Mommy! Mommy! Hehehehehe" SNAP one kid tried to yell her name but with a snap that changed the child crawled around in their playpen and grabbed a toy car and held it up to show off to Mother. "Like that! my little babies…I need not have you nurse upon my breasts or hypnotize you with cartoons, or manipulate your lives to regress you to being my adoring little children" She said. "I just need to- SNAP she aimed her finger as she snapped her finger and another kid was instantly changed into a child who began to chew on the first squishy toy they got their hands on. "But you know? I hate doing it this way" SNAP "it is too easy! SNAP "boring" SNAP "Sure I get my little ones to care for" SNAP "Yet there is just a sort of pleasure you can only get by taking the long route" SNAP Only half the room was left now. Each kid panicked, unsure who would be next to be changed. "An artist who can just click a button to create a masterpiece, what sort of fun is that without actually drawing or painting? You are just doing it to gain fame or wealth then, pathetic!" SNAP "A Racecar driver who simply needs to stand on the sidelines and hold down a button with no danger or skill required to actually compete in the race! Why even bother to race then?" SNAP" Even a serial killer would agree to just push a button and your prey is dead, without the screams and blood and the hunt, why even bother then” SNAP It was now only Joe, Paul and Josh that were left. Alex aimed her finger at the two boys and smiled. "I don't have to worry about you two though do I?" She asked. The two boys stood firm but cowered before her. "I made sure you two could never say my true name, so do you like what is happening, do you want Mommy to be upset?" They shook their heads looking at her hand which was ready to snap her finger once more. "Good, we want Mommy to be happy so she doesn't punish us right?" They nodded. "Then you understand why Mommy has done this right? It is for your own good" she then turned toward Joe. Alpha stood firm and stared her down. Not a bead of sweat graced his brow. While it seemed fruitless to stand against the terrifying demon he did so despite all odds. "I am not afraid of you, no matter what you do to me I will fight with everything in me! The Naughty Kids have not lost yet…we were but a small frontline base protected by that abandoned house!" Mother's eyebrow shot up but she did not smile. "Yeah that's right, there are more of us, thousands in parts of your land that have long been forgotten. We brave the shadows of night, the pits of basements and darkness of basements. We are Adults not some sniveling children who need their-" SNAP" -Mommy! Mommy I'm hungwy!" Joey whined bouncing up and down in his playpen. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Paul roared. Mother snapped around and rushed to him, grabbing his arm. "You listen to me young man! None of this would have happened if you hadn't told them my name" she said and let him go. With a snap of her finger that made the boys jump two sitters showed up. "Put them in time out and give Paulie a bar of soap, he has a dirty mouth" she ordered and stormed off "and give Joey a snack!" She added on her way out. Paul and Josh were lifted from their playpen and carried out of the room. Charles had looked back an expression of pain and sorrow on his face as he watched them go. There was a small toot from him and whatever sense of clarity he had was gone. The boys were carried down into a more greyish and less playful room. Each boy was placed upon a stool facing a corner. This was to be their punishment in a place so boring it would have the kids crying and begging that they would be good so they could go play. It was a room of rumination for them. As ordered Paul was given a bar of soap strapped to his head like a gag so he couldn't spit it out. "Now you two think about what you did, and if you leave your seat it will just mean a longer sentence" the sitter said and they left the room. "I think I have a plan-" Josh said but he cut his sentence short. The room was more odd than he anticipated. His voice seemed to get lost among the drab walls vanishing into the corner instead of bouncing back for himself to hear. "Once we get out of here…" Josh spoke slowly and winced he wasn't even sure if Paul heard him speak. "Paul, can you hear me?" He asked. There wasn't a reply Josh turned despite the fact he had to face the corner and he was met with another corner. He turned the other way thinking he had only mis-turned and still was met with another corner. No matter how he swiveled on his seat he was only met with corner after corner. He was trapped in a box of some kind. He wanted to stand up but the second he told his legs to do so a creeping fear fell upon him. Something was watching him, stalking his movements and it was right behind him, if he stood up it would pounce. Sure he could spin around but the corner followed with him. Josh sat there waiting as the feeling went away. They told him not to move from his seat and he didn't want to now. The minutes ticked by as he still sat facing that drab corner there was no other sound but his own breath and heartbeat and his mind constantly trying to think of ways to leave, speaking Lambda's name was impossible, standing up was forbidden, trying to do anything but sit and stare at the wall was impossible. Mother was right had they not played the game to tell everyone Mother's true name they wouldn't be here right now. All of those Naughty Kids would still be adults slowly being regressed instead of just turned instantly into kids. Now that he thought about it, it plagued his mind. "I'm sorry, why didn't we just say her name before she was upon us? Why did we just let her take control? He asked his mind replaying the events as he was forced on the ground and diapered. "Because I wanted to get caught" he thought. Josh jumped at the foreign thought. It was like someone spoke to him he turned to look for the voice even though it was his own. "I wanted to be diapered" "No I didn't!" He shouted and clutched at his head. His own mind was betraying him. "I loved it when Mommy diapered me, I really should use it" he thought. "Shut up!" He yelled "I don't want to be here" "I love it here!" "I don't want to be her baby" "I want to be her baby boy forever" "I want to go home!" "I am home" Back and forth Josh fought off the intrusive thoughts that plagued his mind. He could feel his will breaking down to start actually believing what he thought. "Ok, you can get up" that mature warm voice spoke. The voices in his head stopped but he felt exhausted. Josh turned to see Mother sitting up on her throne one leg over the other, hands gripping the arms as she stared down at them. "But your punishment isn't over" she growled. "You need to understand you did a very bad thing and I know you are learning, but sometimes a gentle hand isn't enough, which is why we have timeouts and soap and naps. Mommy loves you very much, she wants you two to be very good boys for her." Mother held one hand up and reached out towards nothing, dipping her hand into a black void slowly she pulled out something long, wide and wooden, with several holes drilled through it, so it could be swung without much air with still enough surface area to strike a large area of flesh. Several dark runes covered the length of wood giving it an air of magic and menace. "This is going to hurt me, more than it will hurt you" like a magic phrase: the paddle lit up with pink and blue flames, the dark runes now glowing in cotton candy light, Ebenezer Von Spank clearly visible along the length of wood. "Let's start with you Josh…" Mother said. Josh turned to run but there was no where to go. He was quickly snatched up and bundled up in her blanket like wings. Dragged along the floor toward her and settled into her arms. Mother undid the bundle of blankets and set Josh on her lap. Josh now looked over at Paul, the gag was out and he did his best to spit out the soap without actually spitting. "Do you know why I am doing this Josh?" Mother asked but he didn't answer. "You tried to tell everyone my name, a name no little one needs to know, you and all my children need to call me Mommy or Mama, Ma, Mom or Mother there is no other name they need to know. You need to learn this and saddly it has to be done this way. So sweetie I am going to spank you and every time you will say 'Thank You Mommy' so you may learn on how to properly address me, do you understand?" Josh laid there in her lap. Her thighs were plump like a pillow not too firm that his chest hurt but not too soft either. Her one hand held his arm keeping him from sliding away. It too was gentle but firm his arm didn't hurt from her gripping too tight but he knew he couldn't get away. Josh nodded as she asked him a question. "I want you to say it sweetie" Mother told him. "Yes, I understand" he said and felt a small tap on his bottom" "Yes what?" She asked. "Yes…Mommy…" he said defeated. "Good boy" Mother then pulled his pants down exposing his diaper. She pressed her hand against it and slipped a finger in one of the leg holes. "It isn't good to hold in your pee pee and poo poo baby. So may this also be a lesson on that," she said. SPANK came the crack of the paddle Josh had braced for the hit but didn't anticipate how little that would help. The diaper while thick didn't cushion him against the assault of the paddle it was if his bottom was bare for it. "Thank you Mommy!" Josh !yelled gritting his teeth to the stinging pain of the paddle. B]SPANK[/b] "Thank you Mommy!" The next but was worse and already he felt tears welling up. Mother kept spanking and he kept thanking her. Eventually he couldn't stop the tears and cried. He couldn't help himself either when his bladder finally failed him and his bowels filled his diaper. That was when the spankings got worse, the paddle smashing the poop around his bottom. He felt so small and so helpless when the spankings stopped he cried for the pain of his sore bottom, he cried for a new diaper. It felt it had taken so long he cried for some food, a baby bottle would suffice. He cried for Mommy to give him that baba. Josh's eyes were covered in tears but he watched as Paul was brought up on Mommy's lap and his bottom exposed after being told why he was being spanked. He didn't have a diaper, not that it would help. At first Josh tried to count how many spanks Paul would receive, maybe he would then know how many he was given. One, Two, Three. The searing pain of his bottom distracted him and he lost count, One, Two, Thee, and the pain made him lose track. Josh tried to move off his bottom and count again, but then his diaper would sag and stick to him and every time he tried to count past three he would become distracted. "One, Two, Five, Three, Eleventy", Josh rattled off doing his best to ignore the pain, but he soon learned he was just saying numbers, he couldn't count. He forgot what was after Three, was Five before or after Two? The pain was too much it kept him from thinking straight and the diaper was so messy it was uncomfortable. Before he knew it he was scooped up into Mommy's arm along with Paul who was crying with him. "It is all over, all's forgiven, what is my name?" Mommy asked. "Mommy" the boys answered together. "Exactly, now let's get Joshy here a new diaper and get you two some food" Josh was then laid down. He hadn't noticed when the room had gone from bland grey to a colorful world of rocket ships and planes race cars and super heros. He found he was on a changing mat and Mommy quickly had him out of the used diaper and cleaned up for a new one. “Paulie I know you are a big boy but do you want a soft cozy diaper for your sore bottom?" Paul nodded and was soon diapered with Josh. "You let Mommy know when you need to go potty so she can take your diaper off, if you use that diaper though mommy will treat you like a baby ok?" "Ok" Paul said Josh and Paul were picked up into Mommy's hand as they were taken to a mess hall. Paul got his own chair with a booster seat and Josh was placed in a high chair. Both were given crackers and chicken nuggets, Paul was handed a sippy cup and Josh a baba. All was forgiven and the boys were happy with how Mommy was caring for them. It wasn't as bad as they had thought. Chapter 22: Matt's Escape Matt landed with a heavy thud up on the plush mattress. Around him were white bars painted with pink dots and pictures of tulips. Beyond that a room like any other with one entire wall having a massive mirror. "Hello Princess!" Came a bubbly voice Matt turned to be met with a woman with golden curls, pink lipstick, blush, eyeshadow and in a white and pink polo dress with matching socks and mary-jane shoes. "Who are you calling princess?" Matt snapped pounding on the bars in an attempt to break them. "Why you! Cutie!" She responded. "All little princesses come here when they are getting ready to play!" She said, "Yeah well get your eyes checked lady I am a man!" Matt said. "Oh, I am sorry you are so confused! The fact you are in this room means you are a princess! All little boys know that that slide is for girls, and since all kids know that that must mean you know it and so…you must be a princess!" The woman said her head bobbing left and right as she seemed to try and do very difficult math in her head only to come to the answer with a small jump at her conclusion. "That is because Mother forced me down here!" Matt rattled at the bars trying his best to climb them but failing. No matter how he tried to climb them they were just too slippery. "Mama doesn't force any of her children, cutie patootie! If she helped you down the slide it means she thinks this is best for you!" The woman reached into the crib and pulled Matt out. He kicked and punched and swiped and struggled to his credit the woman struggled to keep him in her hands. "That is bullshit, she forced me to come here, she has forced my girlfriend and her friend to dress in stupid baby outfits, she forced me down that slide and if you don't think that is forced then you are just some delusional bimbo!" Matt fought but he was soon placed in a princess styled highchair. "Oh cutie! You must be so excited!" The woman ignored everything Matt said. "Where should we start? Makeup, or dresses? Full on princess or more the casual girly girl?" She pondered. "Start with her diapers Sherry" a more mature voice said. Matt turned to see Mother entering the room. "Mommy!" The woman screamed and rushed to hug the demoness. Mother patted the woman's head before approaching Matt. "How is my little girl doing?" She asked. "I am NOT a little GIRL!" Matt yelled again banging on the tray of the high chair. "How can you be so sure, many little boys and girls are confused on such a subject" Mother said. Matt grabbed his pants and shoved them down, kicking them off and grabbing at his crotch. "This! This is how I know you dumb bitch!" He said earning a twitch of the eye from Mother, then she giggled. "Well if you are going to toss your big boy undies away like that we might as well get you in your diaper." “Like Hell I am going to be in a diaper!" Matt roared. "Sweetie…this is Hell!" Mother gave a flap of her wings and the blanket-like material lashed out to snatch at Matt's arms and legs. He was pulled into Mother's arms and carried from the high chair to a changing table. Where he was strapped down. Mother removed his shirt so he was completely naked before her. He did his best to struggle but with all his screaming and struggling before was tiring himself out. "Now sweetie, which would you prefer" Mother said and with the help of Sherry held up several diapers before him. One was pink with Disney princesses, one was purple with pink flowers. Another white with pink baby paraphernalia. One was simply pink and another a plain white. "How about none of them…" Matt growled. "I am going to let you pick one sweetie, oh? Maybe I was mistaken and you are such a small helpless baby making choices is just too hard for you and Mommy needs to pick out-" "That one," Matt interrupted, pointing at the plain white diaper. Mother grabbed it and smiled. "Aww, Mommy's choice, how sweet" Mother cooed. "That's not fair!" "Fair? Everything is fair baby, you just don't understand the rules" Mother said with a flick of her wrist the diaper changed form. It was pink around the sides white down the middle large colorful blocks spelled out the word "Baby Girl", around the legs were ruffles and the back had a series of lace to make it more like a skirt. "You never said there were rules!" Matt said as Mother began to clean around his crotch and slide the diaper under him. "Babies never know the rules, you don't see babies knowing not to scream in public or grab at things that don't belong to them. They need to learn all the rules over their life. It is how I know you are all a bunch of babies" "That isn't fair, no one goes into a game knowing all the rules!" "I know, but life isn't fair sweetie" Mother applied the last tape and made sure the diaper was a snug fit. She then pressed her hand to it and rubbed at it. "My my, this diaper is pretty thick, I can't tell if we have a baby boy with us or a baby girl, can you Sherry?" Mother teased. Sherry also placed her hand on the diaper to feel. "It really is hard to tell, but there are some clues Mommy, the color of the diaper tends to help. There are these blocks and I think these blocks spelled something!" "Baby Girl" Mother read, "the diaper is pink with all these laces, she must be a girl" "Screw you both! I am a boy!" "How can you tell?" Mother asked. "What? You saw my dick!" Both women made an obvious glance at his crotch both with the same coy smile on their face. "Just a cute pink diaper sweetie" "You know that is not what I meant! I am a boy!" "I know, sweetie, you are not arguing that you are not a baby though and if I dress the baby boy up like a baby girl, how is anyone going to know you are a boy?" "I will tell them I am," Matt growled. "At least then everyone knows you are a sissy!" Mother's smile growing wider "I will tell them that is a mistake!" "Everyone knows Mommy doesn't make a mistake, because Mommy knows best!" Mother unstrapped Matt from the changing table. Once again he was back at kicking and punching. "So much energy we need to get some of that out", she said. Even though he did his best to fight, unlike Sherry Mother was an expert in fending him off. Mother was able to move an arm this way and shift him back another, making all his kicks and punches a small act of flailing. At one moment he was able to sink his teeth into her arm. He bit as hard as he could and could feel his teeth sinking into her flesh. Mother shifted him and he felt the flesh and sinew tear away from muscle and bone. He gave a yell of victory but when he tried to spit it out he felt the flesh quickly fill his mouth. It was now rubbery, what part was out of his mouth covered it and hardened. The more he chewed and tried to spit out the flesh the more it resisted him. "My, my I haven't had a baby bite me like that in some time, naughty girl, we don't bite" Mother chided. "I think she just wanted her paci," Sherry quipped. "Well she has one now" the spot that Matt had bit was perfectly fine only now he had a large pacifier in his mouth as red as Mother's skin, the only thing as proof he had torn some flesh from her. Matt was placed into a bouncer and left to bounce and suckle. There were some toys around him that could keep his hands busy as he bounced. "We are going to let you get that energy out baby girl, and maybe a little something else" Mother grinned. "Sherry keep an eye on her, I need to check the other children" Mother walked out of the room leaving Matt alone with Sherry. "Oh I am so excited for you!" Sherry said getting a seat for herself and grabbing a toy to "play" with Matt. "I can't wait for you to come to terms with your girly girl side! Oh the fun we'll have playing tea parties and princesses" she gave a content sigh. Matt looked around the room trying to find some way to escape. There was of course the tunnel he came in on, the door that led out into the hall and a second tunnel near a large doll house. He doubt he could get far against Sherry's taller figure, plus the thick diaper making him waddle. The slide might wind up in another crib, he would just need to prepare for that. He just needed to get out of the bouncer. "Can…can I play with the dollhouse?" He asked, doing his best to sound shy. Sherry looked over at the large dollhouse and her face lit up with joy. "Yes! Let's go and play dollhouse, oh Mommy knew you would be a good little girl, look at you coming out of that little boy shell" she said and picked Matt up. She set him down by the doll house and to his expectations it was filled with various dolls. He began to pick them up one after the other. "I am Ms. Bartleby, welcome to the neighborhood!" Sherry said after picking up a doll of her own and using it to play. "I want that one!" Matt demanded holding out his hand wide and making grabbing motions, like little kids do when they want something. "You need to share cutie pie, it is what good babies do" "Share…" Matt contemplated looking at the small bundle of toys in his arm. He had been picking out the hardest ones, he really only needed one doll for his plan to work, but more was better. "Like this?" He asked and then hurled the small bundle of toys at Sherry's head. She was taken aback for a moment, the toys smacking her head. Matt rushed for the slide clambering in while Sherry pieced together what was happening. By the time she turned to catch him he was in the tunnel and sliding down. At the end of the slide he landed onto some grass. To his surprise he was outside. Yet it was different from the playground he had seen. Matt double checked he wasn't being followed. His escape worked…but he needed to get his bearings, check for weapons or something to use, then go find everyone. Matt went to remove the diaper he found that instead of that he was wearing a pair of white panties with a pink little bow. He tugged those off but as they left his hips and landed on the ground for him to step out of it felt like someone was watching him or rather several people watching him. They waited for him to step out of those girly undies to truly be bare and vulnerable. "Not an adult" they murmured. "Can't even dress themselves" "Poor thing must be cold" "See they don't want big kid undies, they must still want diapers" Matt grabbed the panties and yanked them back up immediately the voices stopped and the feeling of being watched was gone. "Oh fuck you!" Matt called out to them and began to walk holding up both middle fingers toward wherever the voices came from until he was far from where he heard them. First things first then…find some clothes.

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

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

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

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.

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

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Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam had a lot on her mind. For once she wasn’t thinking about the diaper rubbing against the inside of her thighs, instead she couldn’t stop thinking about the sudden surge of feelings she had felt towards Nina. She was more confused than ever before. It was fortunately not a long walk to the bike area. A large warehouse sized building with a translucent ceiling that let a lot of light in. There was a small shop selling bike accessories and things off to the side but most of the floor space was just covered with bicycles. Sam looked around in awe, she had never seen so many bikes in one place and the air was filled with bells ringing and the sound of maintenance being done. There was a small desk with a Midforest employee stood behind it. He seemed to be checking some bike locks as the women approached him. “Hello. Picking up?” The man asked. “Yes. We reserved some bikes under the name Christine Walker.” Chrissy said. “Uh huh.” The man entered the details on the tablet on the desk, “OK, just bear with me for a minute.” The employee walked away leaving the girls to wait. There was no shortage of things to see. Sam found all the people wandering around with different types of bikes interesting. There was a lot of movement and colour. Amy, meanwhile, was looking through her guidebook and excitedly telling the others what they might see. Her enthusiasm was contagious, she was normally very reserved so to see her so chipper about something made Sam happy. “OK, we have three mountain bikes.” The man replied as he came back. Sam immediately felt her good mood faltering. Every single time there was a problem it always worked out worse for her and she had to think this was going to be no exception. The man lined up the three bikes and helmets and then checked his terminal again. “We have the four adult bikes booked but I see you a have a kid with you. Let me just check something.” The man walked away again before anyone could correct him. Sam blushed again. She didn’t blame him, she looked more childish than ever she was sure. The other girls looked and gave “what can you do?” kind of shrugs. They waited anxiously until the man came back again. “I’m afraid we don’t have any children’s bikes available.” The man said as he scrolled on the screen, “You must’ve made a mistake on the booking because there’s no way she could use an adult bike. Let me see… We have two option as far as I can see. We have… tricycles or the trailer.” As if to show what the trailer was someone walked past with a bike that had a small pod attached to the back. At the end of a little metal attachment was a child seat with restraints, there were two wheels, one on either side, and a transparent canopy that covered the whole thing from the elements. Sam had seen children riding around in these little trailers on preceding days with their parents cycling and pulling them along. “But Sam is an adult.” Chrissy said with frustration, “Why are none of you people ready for a smaller than average adult!? I swear I’m going to report Midforest to…” “Chrissy.” Sam sighed, “He’s right. I can’t ride one of those bikes… I mean, it’s just basic physics. I wouldn’t reach the pedals.” The employee looked a little bewildered. It was hard to tell if Chrissy’s sudden anger or Sam talking and actually proving she wasn’t a baby was more confusing to him. Sam looked at one of the nearby tricycles. There was no doubt they were primarily for children. “It might be hard to keep up on the trail.” Nina said as she followed Sam’s gaze to the three wheeled bike. Sam had to agree. The trail was going to be over a lot of uneven ground with loose surfaces and probably some steep hills, it didn’t seem like the tricycle was built to be taken off the tarmacked areas. “I’m… I’m sorry, ma’am.” The man was looking down at Sam. She could see he was struggling with the familiar internal battle of looking at someone who appeared to be a child but wasn’t, “Did I hear you’re all going out on a trail?” “Yes.” Sam replied. “The tricycles will struggle with that.” The man said, confirming Sam’s suspicions, “It doesn’t have the gears of a regular bike and the steeper hills will be a big problem if nothing else.” “Which means…” Sam looked at a nearby trailer. It was clearly the only option. “If you don’t want to do it no one will make you.” Nina said quietly. “We’ll take the trailer.” Sam said. She put on a brave smile. Chrissy didn’t look happy that Sam was being treated differently but she signed the forms and everyone started walking out with their bikes. One of them had the trailer attached and that was the one that Amy was pushing. Sam followed the others out. Already her thighs were getting annoyed about the thick padding between them, privately she thought getting to sit down the whole time on this trail was probably a good thing. “Alright, Sam, if you want to hop in we…” Amy started. “Is it… Would it be OK if Nina was the one on this bike?” Sam asked as she placed a hand on the tire of the bicycle that was attached to the trailer. “Why?” Amy asked, “I mean, it’s not a problem, I’m just wondering if there’s a reason.” “Nina’s the fittest.” Sam said logically, “I know I’m light but I’m still extra weight.” “Makes sense to me.” Chrissy said, “Leaves you free to do some cool tricks, Amy. I bet you could do an awesome wheelie.” Everyone laughed. As Sam looked at the trailer that was to be her method of transport. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nina looking at her curiously. The truth was that Nina was the fittest of the four of them, she had run track in high school, but there were other reasons that Sam chose her roommate to be the one attached to her. “Need some help?” Nina asked when Sam looked over. “Just with the straps I think.” Sam replied. “Ah, good thinking.” Nina said as she crouched down next to the trailer, “Seat belts save lives. When we get into a fifteen bicycle pile-up you’ll be nice and safe.” Sam laughed perhaps a little too hard. Her cheeks went a little pink as she started climbing into the trailer. It wasn’t the easiest thing to get into like this and after getting her foot caught on the corner she started to fall backwards. Her arms swung around as she tried to stay up but she was going down until she felt two hands catch her. One was on her back and the other was resting square on the rear of her diaper. Sam’s eyes flew open as she was helped to get upright by Nina’s hands pressing against her. She turned and sat down in the seat with a face as red as the trailer base. Nina’s face seemed to be similarly red. She didn’t say anything as she reached in and helped Sam with the straps. As the straps were tightened Sam felt herself getting pushed back against the seat. The way the bottom of the safety seat curved meant that Sam sunk into it and her clearly padded crotch was pushed out slightly in front of her, her legs hung uselessly over the lip of the seat. She hadn’t realised just how much like a baby she was going to feel when sat down like this. She was very much reminded of a child’s seat in a car. “Alright?” Nina asked nervously, “Everything OK?” Sam nodded her head and Nina smiled. Reached over to the zip on the clear plastic canopy and brought it all the way round. It suddenly seemed like Sam was in her own little bubble. Sound became a bit muffled but she could see everything. What she didn’t like to see was other people looking in at her and waving as if she was a child. She could hardly blame their assumptions but it still made her grumpy. “Everyone ready?” Chrissy asked from nearby as she sat on her saddle, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Sam heard Nina laugh as she hopped over the frame of the bike and sat down. A second later Sam felt a jolt as they started to move. All of a sudden she felt a lot less happy about her position as she gripped the sides of her safety seat. It was strange to be pulled along like this without any control over her speed or direction. The group cycled along the tarmac roads past the adventure course and the main plaza. Sam shifted awkwardly in her seat, she was quickly finding that these restraints were no joke as she could barely lean forwards at all. Just to find out if she could she tried to call out for Nina’s attention but it seemed like she couldn’t be heard. The combination of the other girls talking, the canopy and the sounds of tires crunching on gravel parts of the road seemed to drown out Sam’s small high-pitched voice. After passing most of the more populated areas of Midforest (and Chrissy nearly fell off her bike after an ill-conceived attempt at a “trick”) the group came to a small opening that led into the forest. Amy checked the signs and her map and then excitedly clapped her hands. She led the way on to the trail. Sam immediately noticed that the trail was harder for her friends to cycle than the flat tarmac had been. The loose gravel path rapidly rose and fell and there were many bumps. Sam could tell Nina was having to work hard with the extra weight attached to her bike, she was frequently rising out of the saddle to try and peddle harder to keep up. Every time Nina lifted up Sam couldn’t help but stare at her butt. It looked just fantastic under Nina’s pants. This was an unusual sensation for Sam to say the least. She’d never found herself attracted to anyone much. Amy, who was well-researched on topics like sexuality, suggested Sam might be demi-sexual. Sam had to look up what that meant and found out that it was, essentially, a descriptor for a person that only experienced sexual feelings for someone after developing a close bond with them. In other words Sam didn’t fancy people because of how they looked or if they seemed nice, she had to have an emotional attachment first. Was that what was happening now? Did Sam actually have a crush on her best friend? Sam tried to think logically about everything. She had always kept walls up so other people didn’t get too close. She was obsessed with not being seen as less than an adult, she never let anyone see her naked or even mostly undressed but in the last few days it had all changed. Nina had seen Sam at her most vulnerable and embarrassed but she still stood by her. “Guys! We should stop here!” Amy shouted, “It’s beautiful and we’ll be able to see herons, kingfishers and…” “Alright, we get it.” Chrissy said as she skidded to a stop, “I could use a breather.” Nina slowed and then finally stopped. Sam had been lost in thought but as she now looked around she agreed the scenery was stunning. This section of the path was winding up the side of a hill with the lush forest on one side and on the other a large beautiful looking lake. There was near silence apart from the four girls. “Um, guys?” Sam said after half a minute. “Oh crap!” Nina quickly said as she hurried over. Sam’s three friends had been walking over to the edge of the path to look down to the lake and seemingly forgetting that Sam was strapped into her seat. Nina hurried over and unzipped the canopy as she muttered apologies. Sam found it hard to look at her friend for reasons that had nothing to do with her diaper. With the straps removed Sam still couldn’t get out of the deep seat without help. Nina took both her hands and helped pull her up. Once Sam was standing she held on for just a second longer than she had to. Sam hopped down from the trailer and went to the others to look at the lake. Amy already had her binoculars out and was urgently scanning the edge of the water for wildlife. “It’s beautiful.” Sam said as she stood on tip-toes to see over the low hedge at the side of the road. “Here. Let me help you.” Nina said. “You really don’t…” Sam started. Sam felt Nina’s hands take hold of her and she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Sam’s eyes were wide open as she was lifted all the way up to sit on Nina’s shoulders. Her hands wrapped around Nina’s forehead to keep herself stable. She had to admit the view was even more beautiful from this elevated viewpoint and she looked around at the scenery with a smile. Even though the hefty diaper between her legs was pressing against the back of Nina’s head she felt only a little embarrassed. “Are you feeling alright?” Chrissy asked suddenly. “Huh?” Sam looked around to where Chrissy was frowning and holding up her bike. “You normally HATE people picking you up.” Chrissy said accurately. Sam couldn’t respond. It was true, she actively avoided it in all situations even if it meant she had to struggle or find some way to climb up to where she needed to go. She hated to even ask for help yet alone ask to be lifted up. Now she was sitting on Nina’s shoulders without a care in the world. Her face went red, she didn’t know what to say. “She just wanted to see the view.” Nina said, “Do you have a better idea?” Chrissy shrugged and turned away to look at the view again. Sam saw her head quickly turn to look at Sam one more time before she let the subject drop. Sam was grateful for Nina’s intervention. The truth of why she was happy to let Nina pick her up wasn’t something she was fully prepared to admit to herself yet alone other people. “Ooh, look!” Amy excitedly pointed across the lake, “It’s an osprey!” Without binoculars all Sam could see was a small bird gliding fast over the water. She watched it get lower and lower until the bird’s legs stuck out in front of its head and it made contact with the surface. A few seconds later it started laboriously flapping its wings and when it rose up it had a fish in its talons. Amy squealed excitedly as she followed the osprey’s progress back amongst the trees. “Cool.” Chrissy nodded her head appreciatively. “That was amazing!” Amy smiled widely as she lowered her binoculars, “Wait… what are you doing up there?” Somehow Amy had been so absorbed in watching the lake and the animals she had completely missed what was happening with Sam. She was frowning in confusion exactly the same way Chrissy had been. “It doesn’t matter.” Nina said, “We should probably move on anyway.” Nina crouched down and allowed Sam to carefully lower herself to the ground. Almost as soon as her feet touched the earth she felt a rumble in her belly. That was ominous but there was little she could do right there and then. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting from Chrissy and Amy as she was helped back into her trailer. “Thank you.” Sam said as the straps were done up. “You’d have done the same for me.” Nina said with a smile. “I don’t know if sitting on my shoulders would be all that useful to you.” Sam joked. The two shared a laugh before the canopy was closed around Sam again. As she heard Nina giggling she felt like her heart was swelling again. She was almost grateful when her friend went back to the bike since it would stop Sam from making a fool of herself. She chastised herself. Of all the times to develop a crush on someone this was a bad one, not to mention it being on her best friend. She would ruin the closeness they had if she told the truth. Besides how could anyone like Sam in that way when she had embarrassed herself in front of them so often. Sam’s internal monologue was stopped when there was a sudden pull and the trailer started moving. It was only a few minutes later that Sam felt another rumbling in her tummy, it was more urgent this time and now she was getting really worried. “Um, Nina?” Sam called out as loudly as she could manage. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/f401115a-6967-45d5-aac3-74a2abe6e9df https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1184467

Hey everyone! Moving right along with these chapters, I still feel pretty confident in being able to finish this story before my next little trip at the end of the month. It’s a bit tight still, but considering where I’m going (if you know, you know), I couldn’t be happier. Still, with the quick turn around time, I’m also thinking of the ending to all this and what comes next. Originally, I was going to post a few ideas that I had for my next story here and was then going to then post them in my last chapter. Thinking about it now, I feel I should post those next ideas for you all to choose sooner rather than in the end. My last chapter usually discusses what story is next, but if I do it the original way I had intended, no one would know until I started posting again. So, if anyone has any thoughts on this, please just let me know. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 15: Spiraling and Acceptance With the weeks of Fall quickly turning colder, I realized I hadn’t seen Ditzy for some time in daycare now. I really started to notice it when Derek was there and she wasn’t, and while I was told that she was ‘safe,’ I feel I could be pardoned for not outright believing any Big outside of the family. Still, I had accepted it, but when my worry grew over the course of the next few weeks, I just couldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer anymore. I had asked the entire daycare and its staff, but I either got the same ‘she’s safe’ answer, a few ‘I don’t know,’ or even just plain drool from those who had been hitting the Tabers milk pretty hard lately. It was a big problem but worrying about Ditzy had to be my first worry. Finally, though, we got a call from Oppy’s informing us that Ditzy had actually come home and was now staying with them. So, intrigued by what all this meant, Samantha and I went over to their house today to see what was happening. To our surprise, first, Harriet wasn’t there, as was seemingly becoming a habit of hers, but second, Chelsea actually seemed more coherent now. Not adult or even childlike by any definition, but still more there. “We got her tested at the academy,” Oppy explained as she gestured to her daughter on the ground and currently playing with Ditzy. “She tested well from her behavior since her punishment and was allowed a little of her maturity back. They said that after what occurred to her to get her to regress, it’s going to be a long road to recovery though.” It wasn’t the news any of us were hoping to hear, but Samantha actually seemed relieved. “Well, at least she’s being allowed to grow up. I saw that place firsthand from both sides… it’s a miracle anyone can ‘grow-up’ after that place.” Oppy nodded. “Very true, dear. I remember when they first built that place… major controversy to put people through all that…” The tension and sadness in the room was soon broken by a fit of giggles coming from both Chelsea and Ditzy on the floor. By now, everyone had just accepted that Ditzy would likely never recover, consciously wanting not to or just mentally unable wasn’t certain, but we all just accepted her coos and babbles as that of any happy Little. Considering both seemed happy, it was just best to accept it all as it was. After some time just observing the two, I just had to ask my own personal question that had been bugging me since I saw protocol one being enacted. “Is Chelsea… uh, aware now?” Oppy looked at her regressed daughter still playing with dolls and Ditzy on the floor and sighed. “I’m really not sure, honey. She might get there with some time and a little work on everyone’s part, but I think she’s still too buried in herself.” “Are you sure, mom?” Samantha quickly questioned; her petting of Luna’s head briefly paused. “She kind of looks embarrassed sometimes… I don’t know, but maybe she is a bit?” Oppy nodded. “It’s possible she’s in there and can actually think for herself, but for now, I don’t think she can express herself.” I guess sensing that no one wanted to take that assumption on faith or trust alone, Oppy turned over to her regressed daughter, and rubbed her back to get her to stare back. “Okay, Chelsea… let’s try this again for our guests…” Chelsea only grinned back at the rest of us. For the first time in months, I could see some recognition in her eyes of who we were. I wasn’t sure what it was, but before, she would just smile at us in the same way, but more like she would at any funny or comforting object in her life. Now, for whatever reason, I felt there was now some memory attached to each of us. “Do you know who I am?” Oppy asked her daughter in earnest. I’m sure the question was devastating from what I could imagine coming from a mother to her daughter in this manner. I could see the hope chiseled across the matriarch’s face, but I could also see the fear and sadness hiding right behind all that as well. For her part, though, Chelsea smiled and then pointed right back at Oppy. “Ma!” she squealed. It wasn’t much, and for all we knew, ‘ma’ could have meant apple, but it was something when before we had nothing. So, of course, everyone began showering her with praise. “Oh, what a good smart little girl I have!” Oppy cooed down at her daughter, now clearly relieved herself that there was something inside her daughter still. I could just picture this same scene happening 30 years ago if the proportions and actual ages were only a little different. This went on for a while and by the end of it all, we could see the borders of Chelsea’s cognition pretty clearly. Each of our names was only one syllable and she could identify a few objects around her, but that was about it. As we kept telling ourselves though, it was progress. “So, I had to take Ditzy out of the permanent nursery eventually,” Oppy started to explain. “Chelse had chosen her, and Ditzy only wasn’t allowed back here when Chelsea was fully regressed herself. Probably some responsibility thing and part of her punishment I guess, but since Chelse was allowed to grow back up a little, I petitioned to get Ditzy back.” “But why wasn’t she in daycare the past few weeks?” I questioned; my mindset still worried about some subplot within the academy to hurt this family. Oppy nodded. “Right… that.” She sighed. “Well, because of the relationship between these two as it was versus how it is now, the doctors suggested that the two needed to get reacquainted. I’m sure you can tell, but the two are basically sisters right now rather than Big and Little. That’s only after everything we did to help them out.” “I was kind of noticing that mom,” Samantha admitted. “Is it ever going to go away? Are they just sisters forever now?” Oppy shook her head. “It will go away eventually, but it just takes time. You should have seen them when they first saw each other again.” “It was kind of funny,” Luna piped up. They were definitely quieter and more resigned lately, but I could tell they were definitely happy in their new life as the family’s Middle Neko. Their subtle purring and flickering ears could have told me at least that much as well. “Chelsea tried to be the mommy to Ditzy and Ditzy wanted it, but Chelse just kept falling over and then pooping herself. It was messy but kind of funny, well at least…” “At least until Ditzy stopped accepting her as a grown-up though…” Oppy interjected. “Littles like Ditzy often only see things in black and white. One is a Little or a Big. There are some exceptions, but at Chelsea’s current level, Ditzy wasn’t giving her any alternatives back.” “So, what did you do?” I asked quickly, clearly noticing the two were practically best friends now as Samantha had observed before me. “We hired a sitter,” Oppy said plainly, but she obviously saw the confused expressions on our faces with that simple explanation, so she continued. “Georgette… she’s basically a miracle worker.” “But who is she, mom?” Samantha questioned. I could practically taste the paranoia laced within her voice about someone new to the family. From all that happened and that I knew was happening within the academy, I couldn’t blame her. “She was actually highly recommended to me by an old friend,” Oppy explained. “She’s currently in a master’s degree program and even already graduated from the academy. She’s a smart one and even has degrees in Psychology and Littles studies. She was just perfect!” “Even taught us a new cookie recipe!” Luna added in. We all chuckled from that but seemed satisfied as well. Oppy then leaned over to her daughter. “I’ll even get you her card, dear. She’s an excellent babysitter.” Oppy quickly looked to me and hastily added, “For emergencies only of course…” I wasn’t a fan of that type of action or even the implication I would need a babysitter, with so many other options available, but I was a Little, and as usual, that had to come with a few concessions in this world. I just hoped that wouldn’t be a bridge we would have to cross for a long time yet. The day then continued pretty much like that with questions back and forth. Everyone was catching up with each other since we hadn’t seen Oppy or Luna in some time, but then everyone broke to go get some food. It was a little awkward, but I quickly rushed up to Oppy when she was mostly alone and just keeping an eye on Chelsea and Ditzy. “Oppy,” I tried to say as confidently as I could, “Can we talk?” “Of course, sweetie,” she replied in her usual kind manner. “You know I’m always here if you need me.” “Uh, thank you.” I knew I shouldn’t have been, but I was a little thrown off by her kindness towards me. It made my demand harder to make, but I just had to know at this point. “But Oppy… I want to talk about our deal.” Oppy’s usual near permanently etched-in smile quickly faded. “Oh…” She then looked back at Chelsea and Ditzy, and then over to the kitchen. “Hon, I want to show Percy some clothes I got that might fit him. Just be a sec, but can you keep an eye on the girls?” she called out toward the kitchen. “Sure thing, mom!” Samantha called back. Oppy then gestured me away and into Chelsea’s nursery. Despite her growing back up, it still had not changed. After the hesitation by everyone and then their praise over her still limited vocabulary, I wondered if it ever would. While in there, I could see the serious and morose look on Oppy’s face. It didn’t seem like the news was going to be good. “Please just tell me the truth…” Oppy nodded and sighed. “I was telling you the truth, Percy. I really was when I made you that offer. I had a contact within the academy that worked the portal device and another in files. We could have gotten you out and it would have been completely legal too. Judge Hawthorne owes me a few favors and you would have been free forever from the reaches of the academy.” She then paused and I felt the truly bad news coming. “But?” “But the trial changed everything,” she explained. “Samantha told me she explained everything to you, so, once they found out your mental abilities and the fact that you actually knew a lot about modern Earth, they found what they had been looking for. As a result, they locked you and Samantha into a contract with such severe consequences for you both if you ever backed out. Even with my contacts and the appeal I made to the courts after, I was blocked at every turn. I’m so sorry…” It was all what I had suspected after Samantha had informed me of protocol one, but I just needed to confirm it in person. “I didn’t know you did that for me with the courts and all… thank you for trying at least. It means more to me than you know.” Oppy smiled. “Of course, sweetie. I know all this has been a royal mess and I can’t apologize enough to you, but you are family, and as I’m sure you’ve seen so far, I’ll do most anything for my family.” It was a nice touching moment, and I even went in for a hug that was instantly reciprocated. For me, it wasn’t just her fantastic oatmeal cookies or that she let me stay up for another hour, if I could, if I was ever over here at night. I had to hug her because Oppy had gone above her duties as just another family member to me. To be blunt, even if I wasn’t told about her relations, in all aspects of the title by now, I just viewed her as my amazing and loving grandmother. A little more time passed afterward, and just as the sun had started to dip below the very tops of the tallest trees in the backyard, Samantha got a phone call. Everything was going so well, and we were all laughing, but as soon as she answered, her eyes went wide with fear and worry. “I understand. We’ll be right over.” She then hung up the phone and got up. “Come on, Percy,” she commanded. “We need to go. Now.” “What’s going on, dear? Is everything okay?” Oppy asked in a panic. I couldn’t blame her and wanted to know the same. Samantha shook her head. “No, mom. It’s Harriet. There’s a problem and we need to go right now.” The family needed no further prompting to go help one of their own after that and let us be on our way. I’m sure that any other time, Luna and Oppy would be right alongside us, but Ditzy and Chelsea presented a problem… especially if Harriet was having a crisis. Having a regressed Big and Little there would likely only complicate matters. So, after wave and some hugs goodbye, we were off once more. The ride was silent the whole way to the academy dorms. She didn’t say it, but I clearly saw the panic and worry in Samantha’s face. Harriet was her mentee after all, and I knew had been calling Samantha in crisis mode ever since her botched hunter mission. The scars had all healed up pretty nicely with their technology here, but her mental scars seemed far from fixed. After parking and heading over to her dorm, I saw the Beakerman statue once more. It was still an ugly thing in my opinion, but I also couldn’t help but wonder about her and her efforts here. ‘Was she the start of everything? Should I blame her about everything happening in my life lately, or was she only coming from a place of ingenuity and caring for her society after a massive war?’ I wasn’t sure, but as soon as Samantha and I entered the top floor where Harriet lived, we started to hear a dreadful singing and my mind quickly snapped back to the present. “Oh, thank you for coming so soon, Professor Norris!” a Big woman cried out as soon as she saw Samantha. I found it curious there were so few people out here with all the loud singing going on, but I was honestly more distracted by this new woman’s footie pajamas with teddy bears yawning and waving back at me. If a Little was caught wearing that, I felt like any Big would have been claimed on the spot, but I guess those rules just didn’t apply to the rest of this society. ‘Stupid unwritten rules…’ “Tell me what’s going on, Rebecca,” Samantha asked the frightened girl, clearly knowing her as well already. “Well, I’m not sure what triggered it all, but most everyone on the floor went away for the weekend. They won’t be back until tomorrow night, but I stayed to get a little extra work done. Save me time with finals coming up and all, you know?” Samantha nodded. “Sounds sensible, but Harriet… has she done anything… problematic? Or permanent?” Rebecca strained her looks back at her professor in clear confusion, but her eyes widened as I guessed she finally understood what Samantha was really asking. I’m glad she did, because I sure didn’t. Though, in retrospect, I guess I was more distracted by the pained and sloppy drunken singing coming from down the hall. “No, ma’am. Nothing like that… yet. She started drinking earlier in the day… not that it’s uncommon for her lately, but I don’t judge. Then, about an hour ago though, she started singing and stumbling around. She almost broke a window, but I stooped her before she did that.” Samantha quickly seemed relieved. “That’s good… thank you, Rebecca. You were right to call me.” Rebecca looked relieved herself, but then stared down at me. “Oh? Is this the little cutie I’ve heard so much about that does those lectures in your class?” Samantha quickly nodded. “You know… I almost took your introductory class again just to hear this little guy speak.” “Uh… thanks?” I said, really unsure of what I should say to her. I felt like she just wanted to hug me, check my diaper, and then give me a bottle. I was getting used to those looks, but right then, Samantha luckily intervened. “I’ll be sure to post a few of his lectures for everyone to see soon. Even when they’re just about some of the traditions they have on Earth, they’re still pretty interesting.” Samantha then started to walk away, and I followed her. Rebecca stopped us cold though with a tiny squeak. “Professor Norris! Wait!” Samantha turned back to her old student, waiting impatiently for why she stopped us. Knowing where we were going, I had my guesses. “I… uh, I could watch over Percy here, if you want. Could be messy in there…” ‘I hated being right…’ Samantha looked at me and I widened my eyes in terror about as much as I could. I did not want to separate from Samantha here. It was one thing to lecture by myself, but it was something else entirely to be watched over. Fortunately, Samantha saw, and turned back to her student. “No, thank you though, Rebecca. I think Percy could actually help a little with Harriet. They’ve become pretty close since he got here.” “Okay…” Rebecca replied with a little reluctance. I could tell she was disappointed, but another round of singing quickly stole my attention away from her as Samantha and I got closer to Harriet’s dorm room. “I had a little drink about…” Hiccup! “ago, and iss gone righ’ to my head! Oh! Wherever I may…” Hiccup! Samantha and I looked at each with a tremendously worried look and approached the open door that we knew led to Harriet’s room. We were unsure of what we would find in there, but we knew we had to stop her before something bad happened. “On land or see or… oh hey you guys!” As we entered the room, a clearly inebriated Harriet cheered us with a large dark glass bottle of some kind in her hands. Just entering the room, I could then see the clutter and the smashed items strewn all about in front of her. I also saw a small box in the corner of the room, but the pungent smell of alcohol quickly filled my nostrils and took my attention away from it. The smell of the booze seemed hard and cheap, and quickly explained the mess we were seeing of Harriet before us now. “Hey… Harriet.” Samantha tried to step into the room, but her foot really couldn’t go anywhere, so she just stepped down on an empty pizza box. “What’re you doing?” Harriet drunkenly grinned and cheered her former mentor. “Itsa party, teach! Can’t you tell?” Samantha was swayed away from her task and just moved closer. “Harriet… I’m worried about you… a lot of people are. What’s going on?” Harriet scoffed, but Samantha’s unrelenting stare wouldn’t budge an inch. “Fine, fine! I’ve just felt lost after I quit the hunter’s program, okay? Can’t figure out what to do with my life anymore. Itsa… well, it’s all been a big stupid waste!” She then giggled. “Waste… waste… that’sa funny word…” She giggled again. ‘Oh boy…’ I had seen this happen before with some of my friends in college and had even experienced it myself before. It was burnout and just being directionless in life afterward. She needed something more, but I wasn’t sure what she could need at this point. Being a Little though, I also felt my opinion might not have counted as much, so I just stuck by Samantha’s side as best I could. “Probably going to fail this semester… gotta do-over because of wha’… wha’ happened to my…” she paused and looked over to the box for a moment, before shaking her head. “Of what happened to my friends, you know?” Hiccup! She then giggled again. “Shit! Gotta love this stuff, huh?” She held up the bottle again in my direction and, unsure of what else to do, I just nodded. Samantha wasn’t having it though. “This isn’t you, Harriet. Come on. Put the bottle down and let’s get you sobered up.” Samantha then tried helping her up to her feet from the bed, but Harriet wasn’t having it either. “No!” Harriet backed away from her mentor and looked at her with venom in her eyes. “This place… all you taught me… Just one big, fat lie! You and everyone else here is a liar!” She chugged more from her bottle. “I’m gonna drop out tomorrow, because what the heck is the point of all…” she then gestured to the room and the academy outside, “all this? It’s pointless… a fricken waste!” “We help people, Harriet,” Samantha quickly tried to defend. “We help Littles find out what they want. We can give them a better life…” “Bull!” Harriet shot back. She then pointed directly toward me. “Percy here is a direct contradiction to that! Your own Little, Sam… and he was fine. I read the report. Lonely and isolated from others, but he had a life! And you and your sister juss… ripped that right out away from him!” She then took a final swig of the bottle and tossed it aside. “This whole stupid academy is just one big lie.” Samantha seemed stunned for a moment, but the gifted professor I had seen so much of in class was not about to just give up on her mentee and friend. “Things are changing though, Harriet. I’ve seen it firsthand. And, yes, I might have been wrong in taking Percy away, but now he lectures in my class. That’s progress. A Little lecturing here would have never happened a few years ago.” Harriet nodded slowly. “Maybe, but that’s one thing,” she emphasized with extending her index finger out to Samantha. “There’s so many other things out there now. Most things are juss gettin’ worse. I mean, you saw the milk. What is up with that? Tabers? They’re not even trying to hide it. Rearrange the letters and its plain as day! Porr Littles don’t even stand a chance!” I tried rearranging the letters in my head, but Harriet’s yelling and frantic pacing around the room now was making it very difficult. “You know,” she continued, pointing back at Samantha, “I did my homework like a good little student. Your case and the fact that you and your sister exceeded your orders… its actually very common. And it’s been happening for decades! There’s almost a thousand Littles here now!” ‘A thousand?’ My mind whirled with the number she just spat out. Sure, she was drunk, but Harriet’s facts and research always seemed to be reliable before. At the same time though, the daycare barely had more than 50 Littles if everyone actually showed up on the same day. I think at that moment, Harriet then caught my confusion. “Oh yeah, Percy. About a thousand by now. They’re not just here at the academy…” she then gestured all around her again. “They’re everywhere now. A lack of Littles is a global problem thanks to that stupid Height War.” She then turned back to Samantha. “So, yeah… been screwing Earth over for decades now! How’s that for progress for us?” Surprisingly, this time, Samantha had no response back. “No?” Harriet stumbled over to the corner of her room. “Well, let me tell you this further… we Bigs aren’t even any better off. We regress all the Littles down to brain dead shells and call it a good day at the cost of our own souls, or…” she then grabbed the box she had looked at before and I had questioned from her floor. “Or they just get reduced down after to one stupid… measly… little box…” Samantha and I stepped forward and crouched down. From my vantage and for the first time tonight, I didn’t see anger or sloppiness on Harriet’s face. Now, I only saw sadness… grief. In fact, a single tear rolled down her cheek as she stroked the box in her lap. Samantha edged closer. “Harriet… what’s in the box?” “You wanna know? Here!” She then drunkenly shoved it across the floor and right to my feet. It was a little heavy, but I managed to pick it up with both my hands and kind of balance it on my chest to get the lid open. Inside, were photos, stickers, buttons, a ribbon, and a few other bits and bobs. I looked back questioningly at my distraught friend. Tears were coming faster down her cheeks now, but I needed to know what all this was. “What is it, Harriet?” I asked gently. “It’s all that’s left… or all that I have left of my squad…” She then squeezed her eyes shut about as much as she could. Everything suddenly clicked into place about what was going on with her and why it happened today. A few sniffles and wipes of her eyes on her sleeves later, Harriet continued to explain. “The funeral was last weekend… and I went… their parents went… but that was it. Not even Reddington!” She wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Then today, their parents stopped by here and gave me this box. They had gone through all their kids’, my squad’s, stuff and thought I should keep this as a memento of them… it’s all I have of them now…” “But isn’t that a good thing? To have it I mean?” I asked. “Now you get to remember them as they were. Your friendship and the bond you all shared… you have a memento now.” “I know that, but… but…” Harriet didn’t seem to be able to make out the words. “But what, Harriet?” Samantha finally asked. “But I’m still here!” The dam finally broke once more, and we were getting to the heat of her problems. I so badly wanted to hug her right then, but I just held back and let her feeling pour out in front of us. “I was their leader. I led them into that trap and got them all killed. I should have died too!” I could see she was trying to fight back her surge of emotions as best she could, but it was a battle she was quickly losing. “They should have lived, and I should have died on that sand instead. I would give anything… anything! Just to change that.” I was in a state of shock over this. On the one hand, I shouldn’t have been surprised. My buddy Mike from back in college was in the army and lost a friend because they switched places in their vehicle one trip. A bomb exploded and killed his friend, but not him because of one small decision. So, I at least knew, if not directly, about what was happening to her, but this was also Harriet. She was always at the top of her class, steel against any problem she encountered, and even considered the best hunter since Reddington. But now… Samantha decided to take that time to try and help out her friend. “It’s not your fault, Harriet. Sometimes, these things happen, but you just have to pick yourself off the ground and move on. For them… you need to put one foot in front of the other and find what’s next.” For some, that might have been helpful, but I don’t think it was what Harriet needed right then. Her near Dr. Jekyll facial change confirmed my worry. “You don’t think I know that?” she spat back, her anger temporarily overriding her sadness. “Life sucks sometimes and we all have to move on. I know that! I don’t need another lecture on it by the great Professor Norris.” Samantha stepped back, but I could also see her mind ticking away over how to solve the problem still. “This whole place is just a big crock of lies! We don’t want to help Earth; we just want to get there faster and take one Little at a time for our own desires. We don’t spread out greatness to other worlds and dimensions! We only spread death, pain, and especially loss everywhere we go! And what do we have to show for it? Nothing but the entirety of our relationship with our friends reduced down to one silly stupid little box.” I could see Samantha was still at a loss of words for what to say next as Harriet once again slumped down on the floor. I felt I had a way forward, but I wasn’t sure if it would work. It wasn’t a cure… that wasn’t in my, or anyone else’s, power for a single night. That being said, maybe I could help my friend out just a little. I felt I just had to try at least. Now, normally, being a Little, I would have asked permission first while a Big, even Samantha, was in the room, but I felt that Harriet was the priority over any protocol tonight. After all, Samantha had already tried to help, but we just ended up right back where we were before. So, I figured the worst I could do was about the same. “Harriet?” “Stop, Percy,” Samantha said forcefully to me as I stepped forward toward the tear-soaked Big in front of me. I quickly tuned around. “Please, Sam… let me just try. Please?” Samantha seemed more hesitant than ever, but she just silently nodded. I turned back to Harriet and sat down next to her where she could still see me. With a deep breath out, I began. “I’m really sorry, Harriet. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, but I just want to say that I’m sorry.” Tear-soaked and even with snot dripping from her nose and smelling like a brewery, Harriet still woefully turned to me. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be apologizing to you…” “You really don’t have to… I mean, if you want and you think it might help, I won’t stop you, but I’m okay.” I then looked over to Samantha, who also gave me a little prodding to continue, obviously seeing that my approach might just be working a little better than the one she had. “This family… you all have been so wonderful to me… this world needs more Bigs like you all… please, Harriet. Don’t quit and let all the others win. Speaking for all the other Littles, we need more people like you out there.” A lightbulb seemed to go off right above Harriet’s head. “You’re right… geez, you’re actually right,” but the look didn’t last. “But wait… hold up… what am I supposed to do here now? I can’t go back to being a hunter… not after…” she trailed off and looked at the box that Samantha had set down beside her on the bed. “Okay… fair enough. Hmmm…” I then thought hard about all the positions. Honestly, recruiter suited her pretty well, but then I thought of one other position that just might work for her. “What about recruiter?” Harriet’s face suddenly contorted as if she had just smelled a fart. “You mean like the rest of the family? Me? A recruiter? I don’t know Percy… I just… well, I don’t see it…” “But why not?” I quickly asked back. “You seem to want to help other people find happiness. I see that as a recruiter’s job.” “That’s a Littles way of thinking, Percy. Recruiters are there to benefit this society,” she said, her curiosity and seeming joy over my initial suggestion quickly fading. “That’s how other do it though,” I shot back. I felt I was on a role, so I just pushed ahead. “You see a broken system, but I know Earth. Take it from me when I say that there are people in pain over there… people who would give almost anything at a shot at a better life… even this one as someone’s Little.” I could see the gears start to click in Harriet’s head and the smile start to form on Samantha’s face. I knew I was striking at something here, so I continued quickly before Harriet had a chance to find something wrong with my on-the-spot logic. “You’re right that there are recruiters who just take any Littles because we’re all the same to them. But think about your experience. You’ve seen firsthand the Littles who actually benefit from this life. I think the best recruiters find the needy and desperate on Earth, and then bring them back here with a shot at a better life. That could be you…” I could see her mind working overtime to process all this new information. I wasn’t sure how people chose their positions around here, but I knew I had to slam this idea into her as best I could. “I think you would be a great recruiter, Harriet, I really do. You said you wanted to see a change in this system? Well, be the change and help two societies out. The pained in mine and the longing in yours.” Samantha then stepped up. “He’s right, Harriet. You were my mentee, and while I always respected your decision to become a hunter, I saw the makings of a great recruiter in you. Reddington is a great hunter, and you are too, but you have compassion where that man just has grit. You judge and see the true value of others and help them out when you can. This past year has only further showed that to everyone around you.” “But I’m about to graduate…” Harriet said, suddenly panicking. I felt she was truly starting to see herself as a recruiter but could see the fringes of where it all could suddenly fall apart. “Hmmm…” Samantha mused. “that’s true, but you are a good student. There’s still time in this semester to get your grades up. If you’re willing to do the work, I think I can pull some strings in the academy and make this happen if you want.” Harriet seemed to ponder the notion while Samantha and I waited on the big with bated breath. Finally, I think Samantha just wanted an answer but also wanted her mentee to succeed in whatever she did next. “This is completely up to you… no one will force you to do anything, but you have an opportunity here.” She then got up and handed the box back to Harriet. Harriet took it with trembling fingers. “What happened was a tragedy, but I think from all the stories you told me about your team, none of them ever saw you as not willing to try something, right?” Harriet slowly nodded her head. “Good. So now, all I’m asking you is to try this one other thing. As Percy said, you see a problem here, then be that change. So, what do you think?” Harriet paused for a moment longer, but after a good long look at the box in her hands of the only remnant of her team and friendship that she had, she looked back up. “I’ll do it.” It was a moment of happiness followed by the utter panic of everything that now had to happen to make this new future of hers a possibility. It was a long night sobering her up and cleaning her destructive path before we came, but we finally got it done and got her to sleep. Immediately the next morning, Samantha made the calls she needed and had Harriet appear before the dean right after lunch. Since we had a free period today, we came up to support her. After a few intense moments of waiting outside the dean’s office, I clutched Samantha’s hand in anticipation of what was to happen next. “You think she got in?” Samantha nodded. “I do, but all this going to be on her… we can always be there to help her though.” I nodded and smiled back, satisfied that we had done something good together, but it seemed that Samantha wanted to say something more. She finally did. “I was wrong…” “What?” Her sentiment came out of nowhere and I was very confused to what she was referring to. “Before… you said she needed a friend the night after the bad mission… I was wrong when I said she needed to be alone,” Samantha said with a little shame. “Uh… I could have been wrong,” I said truthfully. “You had the experience…” “But you had the idea of what she really needed after something like that. I shouldn’t have dismissed your idea,” she admitted. “Even last night… I should have trusted you more. Harriet has a long road ahead and we’re going to get her some counseling as well with all this, but you gave her a path forward. That’s not nothing… you should be proud of yourself.” I was about to speak, but the doors to our left soon opened and the secretary led us both back into the dean’s office. There, to our clear relief, Harriet was all smiles. “I got in!” “Yes,” the dean noted with a smile but still stern tone, “but it will require a lot of work on your part. You have a rigorous time before you, but I truly hope you do succeed.” With that, Harriet then signed on the dotted line with the official transfer document. Once the ink dried, Harriet would officially be part of the recruiting section of the academy. Everyone waiting back at Oppy’s house with a surprise party for were going to be so thrilled. As everyone shook hands and hugged above me, I knew that Samantha was right. I should be proud of myself. I felt it in my bones, and I had helped out a friend in need. Unlike the pride I had felt in telling my stories to the Bigs though, I felt this was a better pride. It was one that helped someone out rather than a pride that only served my own well-being. It was a good feeling, and I just hoped it would last. As I saw Judge Franklin peek in briefly with the other judges to congratulate Harriet on her new path here, I wasn’t sure how much hope I could muster though.

Chapter 88: Colossal WHEN THEY HAD finished meeting with Nikki, the four of them walked down to the soundstage where filming was going on. They waited until an outside warning light about ‘filming in progress’ turned dark before they entered. They quietly followed Beth over to where the crew seemed to be picking up equipment after wrapping a scene up. Charlotte noticed them and waved, “Hi Beth, back from your meeting?” Beth sighed, “Yes, how are things going here? Sorry, I haven’t been here!” “Going well! We just finished the final part of the dinner with Sarah at her house. One more scene with Connor, and you two can take off?” “Great,” Beth said. Sebastian came over then, too, and said, “Hi Beth. I’m Sebastian Johnson,” he said, politely introducing himself to Beth’s mom, Amanda, and Nikki. “Nice to meet you,” her mom said, “I’m Addison Sylvester, Beth’s mother.” “A pleasure to meet you,” Charlotte said. The rest of the introductions followed before Sebastian said, “If you’ll pardon me, I’m okay with you being here, but please make sure you’re quiet while we’re filming?” “Of course, you won’t know we’re here,” Amanda told him. “Beth, could you give me a hand over here?” he said, dragging her away. When they were far enough away, she said, “Thanks!” “Don’t mention it; I could tell some smothering was happening there. I get that way too often with my own mother! Why don’t you go help at the monitors and ensure we’re getting good footage you can edit later?” “Thanks,” she told him. It was a little disorienting as the entire set disappeared, and then a new location was set up. They now had the downstairs area outside of Brian’s apartment setup. The Bruber vehicle for Connor’s ride back was ‘parked’ out of the shot to the right. Harper was standing with a noticeable baby blue diaper bag on her shoulder and ready to walk up to Connor, who just arrived. “Sorry, Gary wanted to do a quick adjustment on my makeup for this scene.” “No problem,” Sebastian said. “Will, are we set?” “I think so. Can we just walk the blocking on this first, though?” Beth watched on the monitors as Sebastian, Connor, Harper, and Charlotte walked through the walk-up. Then, they would halt right in front of the doors to the tall apartment building. They went ‘inside the building’ and returned a few moments later. “All set now?” Beth asked Will as he returned. “As soon as we have Amelia’s camera re-tracked for the dolly, we should be,” he said. Beth watched as they rolled out a set of tracks to help guide and steer the camera Amelia was running. “Okay, quiet on the set!” Sebastian called. A moment later, the call to action was made, and she watched the different views on the monitors come through as Brian’s Bruber arrived and he was unbuckled by the driver. He was almost to the entrance doors when he ran into Harper, playing his neighbor. With no Little or baby in sight, the diaper bag on her shoulder was a red warning flag for any Little! “Well, hello there, Brian! You look so spiffy tonight?!? Very handsome!” “I had dinner with my boss tonight to celebrate a project at work.” “Well, aren’t you such a big boy! Not like my little Dillon!” Harper giggled, and it was creepy, before she said, “Well, I guess he is a little bigger than you!” “Umm... yeah...” Connor was squirming realistically, and then Harper made eyes on him, seeming to practically be dreaming of stripping and diapering him right outside! That made Beth want to rip her eyeballs out! “Say, speaking of dinner, how about you come over tomorrow night for dinner at our place? I’m a great cook!” Connor did a great job of looking calm while wanting to run away as quickly as possible. He said in a very quiet voice, “Unfortunately, I think my boss will want me to stay late tomorrow. May I take a raincheck?” “Sure, cutie! Offer’s always open!” Right then, Connor walked quickly and didn’t seem suspicious in the doors. “Cut!” “Sebastian, we need to do that again, I don’t like the angles as Harper is talking to Connor. Could we maybe have her bend down to talk to him for most of the conversation?” “Harper, what do you think?” Sebastian asked. “Sure, it’ll seem more normal, like I’m talking to some kid on their level?” “Great! Take two, everyone!” Beth watched as they ran it four more times before they were satisfied. Then they had to run Connor hopping in an elevator to run twice before Sebastian said, “Connor, go ahead and get changed out of that costume and take off with your fan club over there?” Connor blushed but said, “Thanks, Sebastian! You said eight tomorrow morning, right?” “Please, it will take us a couple hours to get you prepped tomorrow.” “Sounds good!” Beth watched him run off as the crew worked to reset to work on one of the two catch-up scenes they were supposed to film tonight. She could see everyone was getting tired and hoped they’d manage it all still! I WAS RELIEVED to be done for the day, but I was also nervous knowing that we had finished the last ‘grown-up’ scenes I was involved in. I hurried to change out of the costume, put my school uniform back on, and hurried back out to the quartet who were waiting on me. “Why are you all here?” I asked as we exited into the hallway. “We’ll talk at dinner, Connor. We need to hurry up and grab your bags from the dorms, and then we can take off.” Grandma said. “Make sure you zip up that coat; it’s cold outside!” I nodded and did my best to keep up with the taller women for part of the walk before Grandma sighed, “Connor, we need to move a little faster; I’m going to give you a ride. Addy, we’ll meet you at the restaurant?” “Sounds good!” Grandma hurriedly carried me to the dorm, and a quick look at my watch showed me we were under an hour from when I was supposed to be in the dorm for the night. “Am I allowed to go to dinner?” I asked her quietly. “Yes, for tonight, it’s a weekend, and you’re with me. I got a blanket permission request set for you last week for things like this each weekend.” I nodded, fully trusting her. Everyone was missing in the nest, and I assumed there must have been a movie or they were playing games somewhere in the dorm. I used the restroom again before gathering my backpack and the few things I needed to take for the weekend. “That everything?” She asked me. I nodded, “I think so?” “Okay, come here,” she said and picked me up again, carrying me down the elevator and past some of the other Little students who gave me a wary look. We left the dorm and were at her car in record time. She sat me on the ground long enough for me to pull my bag off to place it inside the car before putting me in the rear-facing seat. I sat still and patiently waited while she moved to the driver’s seat and programmed the destination. “Please navigate to the restaurant, Sapphire Sea,” Grandma said, engaging the autopilot and then turning to make eye contact with me through the monitor above my seat. “They’ll hopefully get there about the same time.” “What is this restaurant?” “It’s one Addy suggested; I guess she and Cameron would go occasionally when they were in school. I don’t think that we’ve ever tried it?” “Seafood, I assume?” “Yes, that’ll be it.” “Mom used to always tell me about the ridiculous sizes of things here with animals and fish.” Grandma laughed, “My favorite thing we ever did will forever be an early trip where she got to swim with the dolphins in Selegnasol.” “She showed me the pictures before I left. Those might as well be whales back home compared to me!” “Too bad the rest of that trip was such a problem.” “That’s where you all met Aunt Bella, right?” She nodded, “We adopted her thinking to save her from a stewardess but ended up in that mess with that horrible Venture group…” She sighed and seemed to wipe a tear out from her eye, “That was a nightmare!” I nodded, “Mom told me about a lot of it, but I’m guessing she kept some of the worst from me.” “I certainly hope she did,” Grandma said. “Some things should never be repeated.” “We are approaching your destination!” the car said a moment later. The car pulled into a parking space, and Grandma soon had me on the ground, walking beside her into the restaurant. Beth, her mom, and the unknown woman were already waiting at the hostess stand. “I thought we might have beat you over here,” Grandma told them. Beth snorted, “Have you seen Mom drive?” “You and your dad are such chickens,” her mom kidded her. “Mom, you’re one of the only people I know who still drives manually. Not only do you drive manually, but you also have two speeds: stopped and the speed of light! Lance is horrible, but even he admits you’re terrifying!” “Sylvester, party of five?” the hostess interrupted. “Right here,” Beth’s mom said. The waitress saw me as we walked to the table, “I’ll be right back with a highchair…?” “Just a booster seat, please,” Beth said. “Are you sure?” she asked the other women. Beth rolled her eyes, “He’s an adult, not a baby. Bring a booster seat!” “Be polite,” her mom reminded her as the waitress left. “We can ask for one for you, too, if you’re going to act rude like that?” “Sorry, Mom, it’s been a long week!” Beth said, clearly nervous it wasn’t a bluff! “I can see that,” she nodded. A few moments later, a booster seat reappeared, and both child’s and adult menus were delivered for me. “Where are my manners?” Beth’s mom said, “Connor, this is Nikki.” “Nice to meet you,” I said politely. Beth sighed and looked at me from beside me where she’d sat, “She’s my new bodyguard…” “Sorry,” I said. As we looked at the menu, I wanted something off the adult menu, but I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could finish one of the plates I saw wandering by us. Beth looked at me, “You want to split something?” I looked at her, “Would you get enough?” She smiled, “I don’t eat as much as a Big like my siblings, so I often save by ordering child portions. We can easily split something?” “Okay, what…?” “Why don’t you pick? What sounds good?” I looked over the page and suggested a meal with shrimp scampi and some sauteed scallops with some veggies and rice. “Sounds good!” She told me with a smile. We all received drinks and made some small talk when Nikki asked me, “Umm, Connor?” I was surprised to even have her address me from the other side of Beth’s mom. “Yes?” “I’m going to have some more questions for you about the other day later when we’re out of public, but I’m curious… Did your mom teach you anything that her grandpa taught her?” I smiled, instantly understanding what she meant by her background, “All of my siblings worked with her and are all accomplished in several arts.” She smiled back at me, “We might have to see what she taught you sometime?” “I’d love to practice against someone here,” I told her. “Especially since I’ve already had to use that knowledge.” She nodded, “I’m going to go with you guys to campus tomorrow, and then Amanda’s tomorrow night with you guys. I’ll see what we can do this weekend.” Grandma looked at us both, “No hurting each other.” “You’re not going to tell her just not to hurt Connor?” Beth’s mom asked. I smirked, and Grandma said, “If her mom taught her, it’ll be a mutual concern. Stacy was vicious!” She looked thoughtful but nodded, “I guess she was… I remember that graduation incident.” Right as we were about to continue talking, the waitress appeared. “What can I get you all?” She started with Grandma, then went to Addison, then Nikki, and then Beth ordered for us, “We’re going to share this plate. Could you bring a second plate for us to split?” “Sure thing,” she said with a smile. “Since it’s with the cutie, I won’t even charge the split plate fee here. I’ll get those menus out of the way.” “So, besides all of this stupidity, how do you like school here?” Beth’s mom asked me. “I love the technology, the advanced math, and all of the cool things with HoloTech that I’m learning!” I said with a smile. “He means all of the voodoo math and crazy physics things he’s studying,” Beth shook her head beside me. “I keep telling you it’s not voodoo?” She laughed at me. “Professors treating you okay then?” Grandma followed up. I nodded, “I know Mom dealt with a couple real ‘winners’ when she was here, but all of mine have been pretty friendly.” The four of us were far more active in the conversation, but Nikki contributed occasionally. I sensed she was a ‘friend of the family’ from her studying with my great-grandfather here and probably from being with Mom. When I did the math, including the rejuve treatment that was mentioned, in my head, I figured she must have been between like eleven or so when she met her. ‘I bet Mom remembers her at least!’ I thought. “Grandma, I mean to ask…” I was about to bring up Lilly’s mysterious mother when the plates of food arrived. My eyes grew as wide as possible and then some more!!!! The ‘scallops’ I looked at looked practically like hamburgers! They were probably three inches or more in diameter and a little over two inches thick – and that was cooked!!! The shrimp were curled up, but they might as well have been some crazy large species of lobster back home! “How much do you want?” Beth asked, ready to split the plate onto a smaller one they had brought with it. “Umm… wow! Those are crazy big!” I was getting stares from the rest of the table, “I wish you could understand how odd it is to come here for the scale of things. Just when I think I’m getting used to it, something like this smacks me in the face.” “Like a wet fish?” Beth smirked. “Why are you smacking me in the face with a fish?” I asked. She just shook her head, “Never mind… I hang around with Dad too much sometimes!” “Umm… One scallop, one of those things you claim are shrimp, and some of the rice will probably be plenty?” She laughed, “Let me know if you want more!” With that, I began using an overly large knife and fork to slice through an amazingly flavorful dish! BETH COULDN’T HELP, but giggle at Connor’s face as he saw the size of the dish. She’d seen it happen when he first came weeks ago, but this was comical even compared to then! ‘To be fair, these are like some crazy rare colossal-sized species, but I’m not going to tell him that!’ She enjoyed seeing him smile as he tasted it, and she had to agree that it was pretty tasty herself! Dinner conversation hadn’t been far from typical, really, for most of the dinner from what would happen when she saw her mom or dad after being away. If she wasn’t still annoyed about the whole bodyguard thing, she’d probably admit she was just happy to have her mom there. That was the weirdest part of the night so far when Nikki talked to Connor about something that she assumed had to be martial arts. ‘He did manage to knock Kelly out completely,’ she reminded herself. ‘I thought he was nuts when he told me to go get help!’ They wrapped up the meal close to 28 O’clock and headed for the door. “Connor, why don’t you hit the restroom before we go?” Amanda suggested to him. “I’ll go that direction, too,” Beth said. She noted that Nikki was right behind her and followed her inside. Fortunately, she didn’t follow her into the stall! The five went outside, waiting for the Luxuria vehicle to pull up for her mom and Nikki. She figured she’d need to grab her bag from inside before she would follow Connor and Amanda to her car. “Beth?” Her mom said, though. “Yes, Mom?” “Would you mind terribly staying at the hotel with me tonight?” Beth wanted to say ‘no.’ And she wanted to say ‘yes…’ A look at Connor, who smiled with a nod, and she said, “Okay, but you have to make sure I get to the university on time tomorrow to shoot!” “Of course!” Her mom said, “I just want to see my daughter!” She placed an arm around her head and pulled her close to her. Not for the first time, she noted that the difference in size between her and her mother was nearly the same difference from her Connor! She hugged Amanda and Connor, agreeing to meet up with Amanda to give her the bag she’d need to stay the next night in the morning before filming, and headed to the hotel with her mom and bodyguard. “So, do you like to get any time off?” Beth found herself asking in the car. “I have a couple others who can take up the slack as needed, but I have an apartment a block from the dorm you live in rented, and I’ll just head there after each day.” Beth nodded. They pulled up to the hotel, and after grabbing her bags, they went to the room her mom had already been in. It was a suite, so she had her own bedroom, but the three sat together in a little living area. “Okay, Beth, before tomorrow, I want to discuss my rules for you if I take this job.” “Rules?” Beth asked; the near-twenty-year-old found her still teenage self balking at that word. “Yes, rules,” she said. “Nothing like I’ll rat you out if you want to go party or do something your parents don’t approve of.” “Not that you should be doing that,” her mom said, “but I want you to feel safe with Nikki.” She stiffly nodded, “So what do you mean?” “If I’m going to keep you safe, it’s really pretty simple. First, would you prefer to wear a bracelet or an ankle bracelet?” “Like some sort of criminal bracelet?” She found herself saying. “Or, do you mean like a Little tracker?!?” ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the 'Like' Button and leave me a comment! I'll give you a bonus on Sunday afternoon if I have at least 25 likes by Sunday afternoon! 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Chapter 20: Mommy's Home A cacophony of cheers spread across the land it filled the air drowning all other noise and threatened to deafen the ears of those who could hear. It was like hearing the wails of the damned except it was all joyous applause. Then came the tidal wave of children as they rushed toward the source of their admiration. Many who had lost their ability to walk were carried in the arms of their sitters or pushed in strollers and carriages. They stormed the cast platform of the portal as Alex welcomed them all with a large smile, her wings spreading out as wide as they could for a large hug and unfurling yards of soft blanket behind her for kids to wrap themselves up in. In her arms was a little girl dressed in white, sporting a thick pink diaper, her hair in pigtails as she gazed out at the wonderful new world of her new infant life. Alex gently knelt down and began to hug the other children. Taking several in her arms and kissing each one on their head. The sitters gathered the infants in one area and began to leave like dutiful maids having served their mistress. Alex snapped her fingers and began to walk in…all directions. She split like an amoeba creating copies of herself that walked to a group of children and split off once more. From there each child got a copy of Mother, some shared, others coveted. No matter how selfless or selfish a child was, each one could have their own Mother for themselves if they wanted. Alex stepped toward the four kids grinning unlike the many clones this one continued to hold the child in her arms. "Aww look who it is!" Alex told the little girl. The girl hid her face in Alex's bosom as best she could. "No need to be shy, you remember Kylie, Matty and Josh" Alex told her, doing her best to get the girl to show her face. "Kywee?" The girl asked looking down at the four of them. "Good girl? Yes, Kylie" Alex set the little girl down. "Oh my God…" Kylie mouthed "Lilly!" She rushed over to her friend and held her. Josh was just as fast to run over and check on his girlfriend. "What did she do to you?!" Kylie asked and was soon picked up by Alex who left a clone behind to tend to Lilly. "I did exactly what she wanted, sweetie," Alex told her. "Did you know how stressed out she was?" "She would tell me lots of times how stressful her job was and I was there to cheer her up!" "You were? What she told me was how you made it worse!" Alex giggled. "That's not true!" Kylie writhed in her grip and for her actions was quickly placed in a high chair. Kylie watched as another clone of Alex was busy 'playing' with Matt and Paul. She had them quickly caught up in a web of cloth designed to look like a fort with all the sticks they had. "Oh but it is!" Alex grinned, taking up Kylie's view so her focus would only be on her. "Oh how she had to play mommy with you after a long day of work, 'Kylie stop eating candy you will ruin your dinner, Kylie girl pick up your clothes so I can wash them, Kylie sweetheart clean your room before I get back!'" Alex mocked Lilly's stern and sweet voice. "And all the while do you know what she wanted?" Alex asked but it was a rhetorical question. "She longed for the day her best friend would be mature and let her be the child for once" she said. Alex drew in close her wings folding around the entirety of the high chair and the blanket-like wings drooping low to completely house the two alone. "More than that she fantasized about her Little Kylie being the mommy! 'Lilly where is your diaper, let Momma Kylie change you and then we'll get your baba'" Alex spoke in a terrifyingly accurate voice to Kylie's own, if a bit more mature. "T-t-thats not true, '' Kylie stammered. Alex popped a pacifier into Kylie's mouth. "Did you know that while I was diapering you and regressing you she was actually envious. She longed to stop the rat race of adult life and longed to lie back in a crib without a care in the world. Every night she was sneaking into the nursery to rub against a diaper. Of course I never noticed since I was too busy with you. Only trying to regress her during the day, I should have swapped my routine. And I would have never known if you hadn't left!" Alex punctuated her point with a boop on Kylie's nose. "Dat nah too!" Kylie wailed. "Lilly snap out of it?" Josh said, gripping Lilly's shoulder tight. Lilly began to whine and tried to pull away from Josh. "Josh be careful you can't hold babies that tight" Alex said with a grin and gently pulled Lilly into her lap. "Gentle they are delicate, isn't that right sweetie?" Alex cooed at Lilly who giggled up at her mommy. "Change her back!" Josh yelled which made Lilly start to cry. Alex gently bounced her and smirked down at Josh. "I can change her diaper, but I won't change her back" Alex smirked, I think it’s a cute back” she added rubbing Lilly's back. "I'll make you!" Josh growled. Alex broke into laughter. This also made Lilly giggle though she appeared clueless as to why they were laughing. "You can't tie your own shoes let alone make me do anything but diaper your cute little bottom" "We know your real name, Lamb-durff" as if with Lighting Alex had pacified Josh with her tail, the other Alex's had done the same with all the others. Her joyful yet smug attitude had quickly changed to hateful spite" "I see…we have been very naughty children it seems" Alex growled her eyes gazing off toward the direction of the abandoned house. "It seems I have…neglected something…for too long…" her voice just above a whisper. Her eyes came to focus on Josh. She moved Lilly off her lap and gave her a stuffed giraffe to play with. Alex moved to hover above Josh placing a hand on his shoulder. "I think Mommy needs to make sure you're safe sweetie" her smile returned. "Mommy needs to keep her eyes on you more" she pushed Josh onto his back and held him in place. "Thinking on it, if I have to keep my eyes on you, maybe I need to make sure you are always getting dressed properly" Alex began to run a finger over his chest. His clothes began to change color and material, the patterns shifting from stripes to shapes and from shapes to characters. "Maybe I should also make sure you are fed properly, getting enough sleep, but then to make sure you are sleeping well I should have something so you stay in bed, like bars all around you" then she gasped as if she had forgotten something. "What about the potty? I can't have you always getting up during naps and bedtime, I think we should forget the potty then" "Noh!" Josh tried to struggle and get out of Alex's grasp. He tried to claw at her and hit her but her magic quickly had his hands encased in soft blue mittens. He could only watch as she produced a thick diaper. "Might as well treat you just like a baby" Alex grinned as she lifted Josh's leg up to slide the diaper under him. It wasn't long before he was changed and once secured in his diaper he heard Kylie wail. Matt and Paul grabbed the next best stick and aimed them at Alex; they began to blast Alex in a hail of gunfire sounds. Alex began to feign being shot and theatrically died before the two boys. "It has been such a long time since I have played such games!" Alex said, looking at the two boys in their fort. Matt and Paul readied for another volley but Paul stopped as he saw the damage they had caused, there was none. "Bang" Paul yelled firing his weapon again, there was no bullet and Alex didn't get hit nor did she feign being hit. Matt rummaged for a new weapon among the sticks. "Unlike Matty, hmm" she pondered for just a second, "unlike MADDIE, you are quick to notice. A trait you and your club are so silly to keep" "We are going to win, we will see you fall into the pits of hell and burn to cinders" Paul growled. Alex giggled. "Fun fact sweetie, the pits are actually very pleasant, warm stones to lie upon that just seem to press against every knot in your muscles, a cool gentle breeze so you never get too hot, cool rivers that lead into hot springs, best vacation spot honestly. If you wanted me to burn however, there is the Black Sea, but even I wouldn't wish that place on my enemies, not after last time" Alex winced from the painful memory. "Screw you!" Paul screamed but was quickly muted with a pacifier. Matt finally turned around after finding the stick he wanted and was rewarded with his own pacifier. "Now, now, no cursing! We can't have bad language around the babies, which is all of you" Alex cooed. Matt hoisted the stick high and charged yelling as best he could with the pacifier in his mouth. He swung the stick but it was quickly snatched from his hands. Alex hoisted it high between both hands, thumbs extended across its length, a clear sign of threatening to snap it. "Be a good girl or I will snap your little stick." She warned. "It ish a shord ann it'sh mine!" Matt roared, jumping up to grab it but failing. Soon Kylie began to wail. The many Alex near the five kids vanished. Alex looked over the babies around her and raised a hand giving a simple snap. Several babysitters quickly appeared bowing before their mistress. "I think these babies' nap times are long overdue." Alex said and looked at her older children. "We will take Kylie and Lilly to the nursery, place Josh and Pauly with them and little Maddie shall join the other sweet princesses," Alex said. The sitters went to their respective charges and restrained them in a stroller. The entire lot of them began to travel down the road while Alex cuddled Lilly in her arms. There was as much resistance from the group as a toddler to an adult. They could only watch as they traveled the rainbow road heading ever closer to the massive castle that always hung on the horizon. "This is going to be such a good move for you all!" Alex said, taking the lead of the pack. "You four have honestly been the most fun I have had in all the time I have spent on the Mortal Realm." She said "Kylie, obviously has always been a baby, Lilly, that difficult adult who has their life straight but surprisingly was a wittle baby this whole time!" Alex pinched at Lilly's cheek. "Josh, Maddie, I deeply apologize I couldn't Interact with you more, but you seemed to have fun while on your own, even made a friend!" Alex looked at Paul. Matt and Paul did their best to get free of their binds but it was for naught. "While we walk and talk, Pauly, as you are fully aware several little babies are out there resisting to accept they need their Mommy, I offer you whatever you desire if you-" "Nebah!" Paul shouted behind his pacifier. Alex smiled, shaking her head. "I offer whatever you desire" "I wam aww da abdulps ta bee fwee!" Paul yelled. "All? I am afraid that can't be done sweetie, can I offer you five? No! Three" "Aww or nofin!" Paul demanded. Alex only smiled. "Just like all the others…predictable…" Alex shook her head. "I offer more than freedom, power? Fame? Money? Your wish is my coman-" "Fweedom!" Paul roared, raising his fist high and began to chant. "Fweedom! Fweedom! Fweedom!" Alex only giggled at how cute he was being. "So much energy, you will be able to get all of that out into your diaper soon baby" Alex said. "Three good little girls and two rambunctious boys" "We awe going to beat you Yamda!" Kylie said. While she couldn't see it she knew Alex's eye twitched at that. "Well, perhaps we can play a different game than that one later, we have so much to do." Alex said, looking up at the large gates of the castle. At her approach they opened with a beautiful playful song. The group walked in to see the massive hall of the castle. Toys covered the floor from children playing, even now there were some children playing with a copy of Alex doting on them. Doors connected to different rooms, one plainly was a mess hall of sorts, mess being the key word, several different play rooms with varying degrees of toys for each age. Tunnels and slides criss-crossed the hall above them and slides slid to each different room with many ending in the great hall. "Now let's see" Alex pondered and looked down at her children. "Josh, Paul you are going to go into this slide ready?" Alex snapped her fingers and the two boys were pulled from their seats by attending sitters and brought toward a blue slide. The boys struggled and fought with every ounce of strength but once on the plastic surface there was nothing to fight but gravity. Slowly the two boys tried to brace against the surface, to slow or stop their descent. Yet the surface was slippery as if wax or oil covered every inch of the slide. As they went down the entrance, slowly moving out of sight and then there was no stopping as the slide dipped down a bit further and they were off. Their screams of despair echoed from the tunnel eventually fading away. The group traveled a bit further passing through some doors and entering more hallways with the same setup, doors, tunnels and slides but each held a different theme from the last. "I think it would fit best here" Alex pulled Matt out this time. He fought twice as hard. "I am not some baby! I will wreck your face, you stupid-" as he fought he tried biting and punching but only earned mittens that Alex deftly placed on him as if his struggles was routine and she became a master at handling him. He was even earned a pacifier before he reached the bad words and was placed in a hot pink tunnel before being pushed to his fate. "Lastly you two" Alex beamed. "I think you two have some catching up to do and I have a special friend waiting for you as well!" Alex said. The two girls were taken from their stroller and carried up several flights of steps. On their way kids laughed and giggled as they slid down the stairs. Kylie even witnessed what was a horrible crash but the castle walls seemed to transform into soft pillowy cushions that saved the kids. They laughed uproariously and quickly set themselves back up to crash again. "Aww we're gonna crash again and, Boom!" Alex played along as they passed enjoying the kids at play. More halls, more rooms and more kids at play. Soon the girls were placed in a small room settled into high chairs and locked in them. "Now I think the first thing we should go over is to understand the sort of fate lying in wait for you!" Alex said, leaning down to look at Kylie with her motherly grin. "What have you done with Matt and Josh!" Kylie yelled. "Shhhhh, Shhhh, it's ok, no need to yell baby" Alex said softly. "They are safe, placed in their respective rooms where they can adjust at their own pace, Josh I expect is going to be a big boy, very playful, Maddie on the other hand well….that's a show I don't want to miss, I love boys like him, not to say I don't love all my children equally but I get a special "Mommy" pleasure with boys like him" Alex said. "Now let's not concern ourselves with him and be more concerned with you!" Alex said and reached beyond Kylie's view to pull in another object. It was a bassinet and she pulled out a small girl who began to whimper and cry. "You can either be like little Lilly here. Be yourself and a sweet little baby girl for Mommy" Alex leaned down and gave Lilly a kiss who returned the kiss gleefully. Or you can be like bad little Amy here" Alex then revealed the child to be Amy who struggled in vain to move out of the blankets. Her pacifier was removed and she began to wail a bit louder. "Mommy please I am a good girl! I have done everything you ever asked of me! I love you Mommy, please can I just go play!" She begged. "Amy" Mother said calmly…too calmly for Kylie's liking. "I can forgive your failings, I can forgive the wants and reasons for your actions, but I cannot forgive the betrayal, you hurt mommy very much with what you planned to do" she said. "I know and I am very sowwy mommy pwease, no, pwease don't I get-uh choose!" Amy pleaded doing her best baby voice to pander to Alex's good side. "Remember Henry sweetie? Or Daisy? Remember how I kept giving them a choice to not betray me, how even then they still tried to take my throne? I am sorry sweetie, but you need to think of it this way, now Mommy can raise you properly" Alex began to unbutton her shirt. With a snap of her finger a large rocking chair appeared molded from stone and wood atop the head rest was that odd A the eleventh letter of the Greek alphabet, Lambda. Mother's name adorned upon the headrest in just one letter. "Kylie I will give you a choice later, I still think you can be a good girl for Mommy and will come around like many of my babies but I do want to show you what path you may walk should you be too troublesome for me" Alex pulled aside her blouse to show her breasts trapped behind her bra she unclasped a button and let one breast free. It jiggled heavily with milk, some of the white nectar already leaking from an engorged teat. Lilly became distressed then, she wiggled about and held her hands out grasping at the air in reverence toward the object of her desire. "Mommy milk, Mommy Milk!" She begged. Kylie looked upon the same breast and remembered her time in the dream realm how she suckled that breast herself she began to yearn for a taste herself. "I'll get you a baba soon babies" Alex said and brought Amy to her breast wrestling the girl a bit until she eventually latched onto her nipple and began to drink. Even though all Kylie could see was the back of Amy's head she could tell the girl was nursing as if it was the last meal she would ever have and that it was the most delicious thing in the entire world and she would never get full. Alex beamed down at Amy, a smile of pure maternal joy on her face. Lilly whined wanting a turn desperate for the connection of mother and daughter. "Lilly…you can't possibly…want…that" Kylie said her eyes fixated on any exposed flesh of the milk laden breast if only mommy would expose the other so she could at least imagine herself nursing upon that one. Kylie shook her head and fought back against the brainwashing Alex induced upon her. "No!" Kylie yelled and wriggled in her highchair trying her best to break free, she fought against a strong current, tried to push a massive boulder and did her best to swim up from the bottom of the raging sea. It was all pointless. "So much energy, did you miss a nap baby, I am sure all of you missed your nap, we will fix that don't you worry" Alex then removed Amy from her nipple and brought her over to show Kylie. "Look Kylie it is your baby sister" Kylie looked into the bundle of blankets to see the face of a newborn child. Her skin was a shade blue with little bumps on her forehead. "She is…so…small," Kylie murmured. "Yes, a gift and a curse of mine. Those who drink upon my breast shall become newborns, their previous lives erased in their entirety. Yet sometimes I just wish to feed my babies without them regressing so far so I just refrain from doing so. Thankfully though." Alex then set a baby bottle on Kylie's tray then on Lillys'. "All my children may enjoy my milk, just not from the tap," Alex giggled. Lilly had already dived into her baba and was greedily sucking it down. Kylie only needed a bit of coaxing from Alex before her lips were around the teat and sucking down the sweet white nectar. "Good girls, mommy will be right back, then it will be a diaper change and then a nap" Alex told them and walked off cooing at Amy. "Isn't this the bestestest!" Lilly exclaimed after she pulled the nipple from her lips. Kylie had to first finish her bottle before she could remove the nipple. "Yeah" she said dreamily then her mind snapped to reality. "No!" She yelled. "Lilly this isn't right we are adults! We were gonna go to the amusement park! Camping! Get drunk, maybe have an orgy!" Kylie faced her friend as best she could. "What?!" Lilly looked appalled. "Matt and I talked about it, he was on board as far as You and I with him but didn't want to do anything too sexual with Josh, I said just a bit of kissing, do you think you could rub yourselves together, no penetration is fine…Not the point right now!" Kylie said getting back on track. "We are adults Lilly, this was our ‘to be our last chance’ before life would really smack us around! Especially for me! Matt and I had an offer on a house? Can you believe that!" "You had a house?" Lilly asked. "Yeah and once we had a house Matt and I were gonna take bets on which piece of furniture we would conceive on" "You…you were gonna be a Mommy?" "Yeah Lilly I was gonna be a Mommy, Alex has ruined any chance at that, and we need to fight back so we can have those lives back!" "I no wanna!" Lilly said, crossing her arms and pouting. "What!" "I love my diapees! I love my babas and I love Mommy!" "Lilly, don't be stupid!" "You're stupid! I hate being a big girl! I hate the paperwork, the constant stress of being relied upon for every little thing, I hate having to plan out a schedule, I hated my job, I never wanted to be a business woman but oh no! my parents had to have a successful daughter if I wasn't a doctor or C.E.O of a big company or famous actress or god damn billionaire then what was the point!" Lilly lost the baby lisp for her own voice. "And I hate you!" "Lilly, you don't mean that…." Kylie murmured, feeling tears in her eyes. "You are the worst friend! Lilly I want candy, Lilly look at my new dress, Lilly look at how much Matt and I fuck! Lilly cook me something! Lilly I need money! Lilly, take care of my clothes, my homework, Lilly, take care of me!" Lilly said in a mocking voice. "All it has ever been is you! You are such a child, you deserve diapers, I hope that demon makes you suck on her tit so I can watch you turn into the infant you truly are, maybe she can raise you better than your parents did" Lilly said grumbling. "Lilly pwease!" Kylie begged she was in tears now after hearing her best friend speak so poorly of her. There came the snaps of the trays. Kylie was pulled into an arm and she clung to Alex as she cried. All the while Lilly glared hatefully at her, pouting the whole way to their crib. "Big emotions, let it all out girls" Alex said. Each girl was placed in her own crib. A soft lullaby played in the room accompanied by Kylie's sobbing. "She's such a spoiled brat" Lilly grumbled glaring at Kylie. "You don't mean that Lilly" Alex said "you are best friends just having big emotions right now" "I hate her!" Lilly spat. "No you don't, get some sleep now" Alex said, lifting the bars to Lilly's crib, who grabbed her stuffed giraffe. She then tended to Kylie, "there there sweetie big emotions let it all out, yeah big sister Lilly being a grumpy pants that life is behind us now and we can have new ones here ok?" Alex laid Kylie down and began to change her diaper. The crib bars were raised and Kylie was given her favorite stuffed squirrel, Checkers. Kylie cried into the stuffed toy, eventually petering out into sleep.

I actually won't mess my diaper UNLESS I get to sit in it for a while. 🤤 Gotta make the clean-up worth it. 😅

Mistake Four I thought that would be the only time I'd have to use my marker on her, but the effects were remarkable. I had her swooning over me like a middle school girl, and it made my job a lot easier. Then again, maybe some of that was just Stockholm syndrome; she hadn't even spoken to anyone else all week. I also got Judith some antidepressants, the same brand and the same dosage she used to take. There was nothing special about the pills; even when she inspected them, she found only familiarity. I wanted her to trust me, and starting with something as personal as medication was a good first step. Every morning, before we started lessons, I'd give her a little plastic cup with one pill in it. Whether she took it or not was up to her. The beach house wasn't exactly what I had in mind when coming up with Judith's lessons. Why couldn't she have created a house with an office, or a school? But I was working with what I was given, so the kitchen island became our study spot. I'd even ordered some washable markers for writing on the wall. Judith set up two pillows in front of the TV for us to meditate; it was often the first thing we did every morning. At first, she had resisted this part of her routine, as she tended to do with everything I introduced. And just like everything else I introduced, she was also now one of the strongest advocates for it. "All ready to get started?" I asked, looking down at the pillows. "Mmhmm." Judith was already sitting, her elbows on her thighs and her hands outstretched. I sat across from her and let her put her hands in mine. I held them both tightly and loosely, like when you lead a dance. That was what I was doing. "Close your eyes," I said. She did. I didn't. She never opened her eyes anymore, so I could watch her breathe and relax. I could tell when something I said eased her mind, and I could tell when she was resistant. It's all in the eyebrows, and a little in the lips. "We're going to take five very long, wonderful, slow, breaths. I'll count, don't you worry. And when we've done all five, we'll go to your safe place together." Each number brought with it a description. The sounds of the ocean. The smell of the salty air. The feeling of warm sand under her feet. Until finally, the two of us were alone on the beach. "You feel warm... you feel safe... you feel my hands in yours." I gently brushed my thumbs along the backs of her hands, to remind her that I was there. "How is the sun today?" I asked. She couldn't have the sun inside of her beach house, so it was always the first thing her mind conjured. "Warm," she mumbled. Her voice was quiet and far away. "Good girl," I praised. I'd been using that phrase a lot recently, building up an association. "You feel the warmth of the sun, but no fear of sunburn. Everything around you is bright, but the light doesn't sting your eyes. You slowly bend your knees and gently sit down in the sand. Your head feels heavy, but it doesn't hurt. It's a familiar feeling. Stress in your muscles. Stress in your neck. You want to lie down, so you do. You rest your head on a towel, something I put there for you, to keep the sand out of your hair. You relax your thighs, until all of you is lying flat on the beach. How is the sun today?" "W..warm..." I could hear Judith struggle for the word in her relaxation. Even her body, which once sat up straight, was beginning to slouch. "Good girl," I said again. "You listen to the waves. You feel the warm water at your heels, but never any higher. You feel my hand in yours." When I brought Judith out of her meditation, she looked at me with glossy eyes and a dumb smile. Her gaze was drawn to my soft red lipstick. "That was nice," she said sleepily. "It was," I agreed. "I have something for you. This is a gift from me." "From... you?" The hazy look in Judith's eyes faded and a bit of color came to her cheeks. "Yes, I hope that's alright?" "Well... I guess so? If you say it is..." I knew Judith meant that I was her nurse, so I knew what was best, but the reliance on me was palpable. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out an elastic cloth band. A little plush lamb face was sewn onto the front. I gave it to Judith and she looked at it with uncertainty. "Uh... what is it?" "It goes on your wrist," I said brightly. "Here, let me show you." I took her hand in mine and gently slipped the band onto her wrist. It looked like it was made for a toddler, but it wasn't. It was made for a baby. "Thank you?" she said, more like a question. "Shake it," I said, shaking my own arm as an example. As confused as ever, she mirrored me. When she shook the wristband, it made a sloshing sound like ocean waves. It had taken me a while to find the right kind of bean to make that particular noise. "Now you can keep your safe place with you, even when I'm not around," I explained. "Right, but..." Judith looked at the baby rattle on her arm and then up at me. I could see the conflict in her eyes. I'd given her a baby toy, but it was a thoughtful gift. So she faked a smile and said, with a little more confidence this time: "Thank you." Her response could have run the entire spectrum of emotions, from outrage to outpouring of tears, but I'd nailed that sweet spot right in the middle. "Good girl. Manners are important," I encouraged. I could tell that Judith was unhappy. She kept playing with the rattle on her wrist, picking at it with her other hand. I'm sure treating her like a child wasn't helping, it wouldn't do me any good for her to dwell on that right now. "Let's start our lessons." Goal three: she wanted to fix her reading and writing. She took her usual seat at the kitchen island and I got one of my wall markers. We had worked on her alphabet for a few days until she realized the symbols I was using didn't correlate to letters. Even if she tried to copy the symbols, I would read them as gibberish. Now we were working on words. I scribbled some shapes on the wall by the kitchen counter. I pointed at them with the marker. "What does this say?" I asked. "I dunno..." Judith looked away. She hated her lessons, because to her it was a guessing game. She had a one in a million chance of getting it right, and she hadn't gotten one right yet. She never would, because the symbols I was drawing were nonsense. "Remember what we talked about," I said warmly, like the sun on her beach. "We can't know what's working and what isn't if you don't try. Please, Judith? For me?" Judith looked up at me and I watched color fill her cheeks. Then she looked at the wall and back down at the empty sheet of lined paper in front of her. "Laundry," she mumbled. "Um... not quite..." I looked at the wall and faked a smile. "It says 'Storm', but that was close!" "It wasn't close at all," Judith said sharply, crossing her arms and causing her rattle to make noise. "Of course it was," I said. I took a few steps over to her and leaned over the edge of the counter. I had worn a low-cut top just for this purpose. Then I reached forward, put a finger under Judith's chin, and guided her eyes into mine. My painted lips were only a foot from hers. I watched her rate of breathing speed up and her cheeks take on more color. "Laundry is something you worry about during a storm," I explained softly, only a foot or so away. "Your reading seems somewhat relational, and that's important to know. Isn't that right?" "I... guess..." Judith tried to look down again, but her eyes only got to my chest before I tilted her chin up again. "Trust your instincts, Judith," I smiled. Then I traced my fingers up her jaw and cupped her cheek with my hand. And for no reason other than because I could, I kissed her gently on the forehead. It left a tiny bit of lipstick on her skin. "Let's try again," I said, standing up straight before Judith could say anything at all. I went back over to the wall, erased the word, and wrote another. Judith was cooperative throughout the lesson. Each time she said a word, I picked a word that was tangentially related. I made sure to emphasize that discovery. Then I wrote a new word on the wall. "This one?" I asked. "Uh..." Judith's hesitance was interesting. I tapped the wall with my marker. "C'mon, Judith. Instincts, remember?" "Well, I'm not sure," she said quietly, "but... is it your name? Maria?" It was my name. Not by any standards of the English alphabet, but I'd been practicing all night. The shape of my nonsense formed my name, if you looked at it quickly. And then, when you took a closer look, it seemed like an optical illusion. But I didn't tell Judith any of that. I looked at the wall, back at her, and then away from both of them. "No," I said slowly, a hint of awkwardness in my voice. "Um... that one was probably a fluke." I waved my hand dismissively. "A fluke?" Judith blinked. "What does it say?" I looked at Judith for a moment and faked a smile. I had managed to bring a bit of color to my cheeks by thinking about something embarrassing that happened in high school. "It says 'Love'," I said awkwardly. Judith looked absolutely mortified, so I quickly added: "Maybe we're barking up the wrong tree with the relational thing." "Y-yeah... probably..." Judith and I were both silent for another ten seconds, ten of the longest seconds of her life I'd bet. Then I said: "Well, I think that's all for today. I'll let you relax now." "Yeah, um. See you tomorrow." Judith got up from the kitchen island, her face as red as a tomato. She quickly made her way to the sofa and turned on the TV. She hit play on whatever DVD was in the player. I victoriously packed up my things. Everything went exactly the way I wanted it to! But as I was standing in the foyer, with one hand on the door knob, I looked back at the sofa. I could just barely see the back of Judith's head as she slouched down. I should have just left. I don't know what I was thinking. But that story from high school that I thought of to make myself blush... was that how Judith felt? I should have just left, I really should have. But I went over to Judith and sat down next to her instead. "Hey," I said softly. "I want you to know that it's okay. I'm the only person here that you even get to talk to; of course you like seeing me. It's probably one of the highlights of your day, right?" Judith didn't answer, but I kept talking anyway. "If I were in your shoes, I'd feel the same way. So, don't worry about it. We're good. There won't be any weirdness, I promise." She silently watched TV. "Okay?" I asked. I waited a while to see if she'd respond. I hated waiting in that awkward pause. I was supposed to be the one making them for her to stew in, not the other way around! So when I finally got fed up with it, I sighed and stood up. It was probably only thirty seconds or something. "Okay," Judith muttered just before I turned to leave. "No weirdness." I smiled, but Judith didn't catch it. She was still pretending to watch the movie. "See you tomorrow," I said brightly.

The general public/ vanilla normies generally don't have a good view of ABDL. Unfortunately, they've got plenty of ammunition by some public ABDL spectacles being featured in news articles to back up their clames of "ABDLs are degenerate perverts" "disgusting pedos!" etc. The video could've been a lot worse. I was expecting worse to be honest. That said, outside of an ABDL convention or pride or Halloween etc, walking around out in public dressed in full on baby gear may make more normies "aware" of ABDL, but I'm not sure it would change their views beyond "Oh look, there's one of those pedo diaper freaks!" Or they google 'adults dressed as babies" ,find out about ABDL, and see some of the more notorious news articles like the man who broke into a daycare to steal diapers or the guy who pretended to be disabled to get an at home nurse/ care giver aide to change his diapers, and they go "OMG I didn't know about this! What sick freaks!!" 😰 Getting off topic a bit, more acceptance by non-ABDLs would be awesome. Like "hey, you do you but keep it on the down low/ don't throw it in my face and we're cool" vibes. Or an ABDL community, like how there's those gated nudist colonies/ communities. A community or resort strictly for ABDLs where you could walk around in full on baby gear.

Don't you think that identity is the objectified role you have in society and the contribution you make to it? I think it should be objectiviable for both you and society. Things I consider to be a part of my identity are: I am a male, so I can procreate with a female. I am single, so I am free to date, engage with or marry a woman. I have three children that I have to take care of. I have a certain degree of legal training that qualifies me for my current occupation so I can make a living. I used to play in a band and gained some publicity and made a small amount of money with it. Some people will remember me playing in that band. , And that's about it. These are all obective facts about my role and contribution in society. All other things that make me the man who I think I am, are called hobbies, feelings, thoughts, ideas, desires from the perspectve of society. Don't get me wrong, being a diaper lover is a very big part of my life, I sometimes wonder who I would be without it. But it is all in my head. It would not be visible or noticeable for any outsider, nor of any value for society. Unless I would start taking action to make it visible and ask for respect and recognition. And that's the point Shapiro makes. Personal preferences and feelings are irrelevant and almost impossible to validate as a part of ones identity within a society. For example: I like the color blue, cats and fast cars, why would I make them part of my identity if those preferences have no value at all for society?

is douchebag an identity that must be recognized?

Been a few weeks. How are we doing?

As a man, I can pull penis out the leg hole to pee when wearing tape on diapers You would need a stall for this and pull pants all the way down as you need 1 hand holding penis and 1 hand holding leg hole away from body, just enough that it doesn't hinder the flow. Often do this in the morning if the diaper is still somewhat dry, so I can wear it for longer Also does this when on holiday or other places where I try stay dry, usually around my family