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Chapter 93: Truth CONN…CARLY WAS ahead of Beth as they both seemed to want to run away from the horror that was their film. Beth noted that Carly was waddling pretty badly in the thicker diaper but couldn’t tell if that meant she wet it again. A lookup helped her see that Isabella had come in with them. “I’ll help you two out of those diapers; I’m not sure if you have the strength to pull them off, Beth.” Beth sighed but gladly accepted the hand in the dressing room at releasing the tapes, even as Carly seemed to hop around. “Please hurry,” she asked her. As soon as the diaper was off her, Carly bolted into the attached bathroom and climbed on the toilet without even closing the door. Beth shook her head and closed it for her. “Guess she needed to go!” A look at the diaper that Isabella had just removed showed it wasn’t completely dry. ‘Two accidents?’ Beth wondered, a little worried. ‘She hasn’t been having any?!?’ Isabella just gave her a smile and left after tossing the balled-up diaper in the bin. Beth could hear a sink in the wardrobe area as she washed her hands. While waiting for the bathroom to clear, Beth pulled off the rest of the toddler outfit and yanked at the bodysuit for longer than she felt necessary. Her skin had stuck to the inside, and she made a face as she peeled it off, “I so need a shower!” She said to an empty room. She stole a couple of the baby wipes from the counter. She wiped her chest and body quickly before putting her bra and panties back on, followed by the jeans and sweater she’d worn that morning. She was finishing pulling the shirt over her head when Carly came out. She looked embarrassed but moved towards the little locker her clothes were in. “I’m going to hit the restroom real quick; I’ll be right back,” Beth said to her… significant other. ‘We need to find some time to talk; she has taken to this more than a boy should?’ She also thought about how Carly had behaved the weekend of her cousin’s birthday party. Beth pulled her pants and panties back down and used the toilet, then looked in the mirror and groaned! Even with her bra and regular clothes, she looked about seven at best! She pulled the braided pigtails out of her hair and finger-picked her hair loose as she walked back out to the room. Carly was putting on the last part of his uniform then, and Beth realized the nanites must have changed her proportions quite a bit. She was as flat as a board up top, and while her hips weren’t much larger, Beth realized she was a little thinner in bone structure. “My clothes don’t fit quite right,” Carly said then. “No, I think the nanites did a few more little adjustments. Of course, you probably are out of the dress code and should be wearing the girl’s uniform.” Beth noted the blush then but didn’t hear any complaints? “Are you ready?” She asked Beth. “Yep, let’s get the hell out of this place. I don’t want to be in one more toddler scene today!” Carly nodded, and the two walked out to find Nikki waiting. “Ready to go?” “Yes,” Beth said. “Amanda is waiting for us in the parking lot,” she told her. “Let’s get outside and go find her.” The two followed the taller woman to the faculty parking lot, where Amanda waited in her vehicle. She stepped out and came to kneel in front of her grandchild. “Well, you do look adorable like this! I guess I should enjoy having another granddaughter for the evening?” She smiled. Carly smiled and said, “Guess so?” then added, “What are we doing for dinner?” Amanda laughed, “We’re just going to hit a quick fast-food restaurant; we need to get you home. There’s another long day for you tomorrow!” Carly nodded, even as Beth wondered which restaurant they would stop at. WE HADN’T TRAVELLED far in the car before reaching the equivalent of the golden arches back home. I could see a large set of slides and ball pits in the back, though still at theirs like Mama had told us they had growing up. As we walked in the door, I felt a sudden urge come! I practically shouted, “Grandma, I need to use the bathroom really bad!” She didn’t hesitate, picking me up gently and walking rapidly to the bathroom and inside a stall. She was just setting me down when I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I soaked the Pull-Up. “What? Why?” I couldn’t help but wonder. “Oh no, I’m sorry, Con… Carly,” she told me. I grimaced, “This is twice now…” I complained. “Twice?” She asked, sounding concerned. I nodded, “It happened at the end of a scene earlier… I ended up using the diaper.” She nodded and dug into her purse, “Here, let’s get you out of that wet Pull-Up, try the potty, then I have a spare in my bag here.” I blushed as I realized she must have assumed I would have an accident at some point. “You’ve just been carrying one?” “I put a couple of them when we bought them in here,” she said with an unapologetic shrug. “I know you’ve been doing well, but it’s pretty normal for Littles to have accidents at some point?” A few minutes later, I’d let a little bit more urine out into the toilet where it belonged and had dry padding between my legs when we rejoined Beth and Nikki. Beth gave me a worried look, standing beside me, and put her arm around me to squeeze me into a side hug. I leaned into her, grateful for her presence right then. ‘Is it the different parts?’ I wondered. ‘The morning started with zero problems making it to the bathroom, though?’ “Carly?” Beth asked, “What do you want?” I looked and realized we were at the counter. A part of me was sure I should just order a cheeseburger and fries, but I knew with my size, a kid’s meal size would probably be wiser. “Just a cheeseburger and fries, I guess a kid’s size?” I said. I noticed for the first time the woman at the register giving me the ‘she’s sooo cute!’ vibes. I leaned more in again to Beth as our orders were finished. I noticed there weren’t the computer ordering stations that had all but taken over ours back home. I followed Grandma and Nikki to a table, where she sat a booster down and helped me into it. “I’m surprised there’s actually someone taking orders,” I said out loud. Grandma smiled, “We had about ten years where they tried to transition all the humans out. They first tried AI Holograms about eight years ago, and they’ve become the norm.” “Wait! That was a hologram?” I said, looking back at the woman. She was missing some tell-tale signs I’d become used to seeing. “Yes,” Grandma smiled, “Surprised?” “A little, they programmed that one really well,” I admitted. “So, how did the shooting go today?” Grandma asked. “Really well,” Beth said. “Yeah, we managed to stay on schedule despite having to redo some scenes too many times.” I shuddered at the thought of that stupid scene of Brianna first pooping her diaper! “How much do you have left to shoot?” Nikki asked, “I was pretty impressed watching your group work.” “Just four scenes left,” I said after mentally thinking through the schedule in my head. “We’ve finished twenty-four, so almost done!” “Thank God!” Beth said. “You only have two left, I think, right?” “Yeah,” she agreed. “Two too many!” One of the HoloWorkers brought out food right then, and my eyes widened at seeing the ‘kids’ meal burger. “There is no way I’m going eat all of that…” I said. Grandma laughed, “Just eat what you can; don’t worry about finishing it all.” I was really curious about Nikki, but I couldn’t ask anything more from her in public right then. Instead, the conversation stayed to questions about the filming process, Beth’s life, mine back home, and all that are very safe to talk about in public. Before we left, we all hit the restroom and headed for the car. I needed to go more than I realized by then, and I was beginning to worry there was something wrong as the self-driving car took off from the parking lot. It was nearly the time I’d gone to bed most of the week when we pulled into the driveway, but I was still wide awake. We all ended up settling into the living room then, and Nikki asked, “Connor, what exactly happened with you and Kelly when you were in that fight?” I shrugged, “Okay? Why?” “For one, I want to know what you’re dealing with here; two, I want to know what I’m dealing with skill-wise.” I nodded, “We were going to the editing room and were surprised to find Kelly inside. While we were still just inside the doorway, I angled myself to be in front of Beth as I figured out we were in a bad situation.” “Why didn’t you just run back out the door?” She asked I sighed, “I was trying to get Beth to do that, but she wasn’t getting the hint. I wanted to protect her, though, so if she didn’t leave, I wasn’t going to.” “Protect me?” Beth asked. “You’re the size of an infant to a Big?!?” “Thanks,” I said, a little annoyed with her. “I didn’t mean…” I sighed, “I understand, it’s okay. Just remember who my mom is?” She nodded. “Anyway, we were eventually completely trapped with Kelly between us and the door. I got her out of the way when she went after Beth and went on the offensive against her ankles first.” “Why ankles?” she asked. “Mom said the two places a Little can reach to attack are the ankles and usually the knees. It’s not like I can reach her upper body normally?” “That is correct, definitely the proper method,” she agreed. “What happened next?” I walked her through the fight step by step and realized Beth must not have known everything. “She tried stabbing you with a syringe?” She cringed when I spoke about that. “Yeah, not sure what was in it, but I was sure I didn’t want it inside me!” “No, you didn’t,” Grandma said, “I just heard what was in it, and it was a powerful treatment meant to make all of your big boy thoughts and abilities go away. It wouldn’t have been permanent with one dose, but you wouldn’t have been fighting back for a few more days even with that one dose.” I cringed, “I was too easy on her…” “She’s definitely lucky I didn’t have her in front of me,” Grandma said. “So, what happened after you knocked the syringe away?” Nikki asked. I told her of our little dance around the room before finally managing to break her knee. “Then I followed up with a kick to her jaw,” I shrugged, “I kind of regretted that one; it was like kicking a concrete wall!” “Next time, go for the throat, or if you really need to go for the head, the temple is a little softer,” she told me. I nodded, “I figured the nose would have been better, too?” “Could have been,” she agreed. “So, what forms of martial arts have you studied? You’re clearly not an amateur?” I shrugged and listed off the styles my sisters and I had learned. She smiled, “You and I will definitely be sparring sometime one weekend. I don’t want to risk making a bruise and your crew mad at me this week, though.” I nodded, “Anyway, that’s when the cavalry arrived?” Nikki laughed, “I think you were the cavalry. Obviously, you are well trained, but we need to get you some practice against someone like me who is larger. But, hopefully, if you two are with me, that won’t be necessary.” Looking at the clock, Grandma said, “Why don’t you come with me, Nikki? I’ll get you settled in the guest room. Conn… Carly, why don’t you and Beth take a few minutes to unwind, and then you probably should get some sleep before tomorrow?” I nodded and watched her walk away with her. “Come on,” Beth said, “we need to talk.” I looked up at her and saw her arms were out to pick me up. I was settled into her side and carried up to ‘her’ room, where she closed the door and sat on a plush rug beside the bed with her back against it. She pulled me in tight on her lap, then with an arm securely around my body, holding me to her warm body. “Okay, so Connor, I want you to know I don’t have a problem with any answers you give right now… but what’s going on with you?” “What do you mean?” I asked. She looked frustrated, “I mean… This is the second time…” Her hand brushed back through her hair, and with a sigh, she said, “I don’t know how to do this anyway, but to be blunt, I guess? Is Carly just an actor playing an actress? Or is that the other way around?” I felt my heart in my throat. She knew! My eyes were watering as I feared what she would say, but I said, “Carly is who I’d rather be.” She nodded, “I figured that was probably the case. Want to talk about it?” I shrugged, “What do you want to know?” She hesitated, “How long have you felt like this?” “Since I was seven, probably?” I thought back, “I think that was about the age I wasn’t allowed to do the same things as the girls at school as much. At home, it never mattered; we just played, but at school, I couldn’t play with the girls anymore without the teacher saying, ‘Go play with the boys…’” “That made you jealous?” “I just didn’t understand it? I played the boy game, though, I guess. My sisters and I played dress-up enough that I wore their clothes fairly often until we got older. The first time Mom told me the truth about her originally being a boy… well, I guess I wanted to come here then?” “She couldn’t do that for you back there? You already had the nanites in your system?” I shook my head, “She wouldn’t even consider doing any changes, she told me with other smaller things. I asked about other things when she told me about the nanites before I came. She was worried it would cause me to shrink. As soon as she was full-sized, she believed it was time to never adjust them again…” “But you’re changing back tomorrow?” I sighed, “It will suck, but it’s what I’ll do. More the boy game…?” “You could stay like this?” I shook my head, “No, I’ve been thinking about it off and on today. I’d be in a similar position to the one Mom was potentially in at the university. Connor is the one that came through; I’m not sure if they would let Carly stay as a student?” I shrugged, “Not to mention, go back home?” She snorted, “With your grandmother? It wouldn’t be…” A knock came at the door, and Grandma asked, “Are you two in here?” “Yes, come in,” Beth said. She walked in and said, “I probably shouldn’t be letting you be in a bedroom with a door closed?” Beth laughed, “Well, right now, Carly is missing the thing that would normally be able to get us in trouble?” “I wanted to ask about that,” Grandma said, “you had a couple of accidents already. Have there been any other problems?” I shook my head, then stopped, “I don’t think it was a surprise, but my clothes didn’t fit quite right?” She nodded, “Well, the nanites changed your body, including your bones there… I probably should have insisted you not use those for the filming. They can be reversed, but they aren’t without side effects.” I shrugged, “It’s made the film more believable, I think?” I paused, “How much do you know about these?” She nodded at my first statement, then said, “I did some edits on those for Professor Ponce when she first started using them. I’m pretty knowledgeable on them?” I wanted to change the subject off them then. I suddenly thought of another topic, “Grandma, did you have any luck figuring out who Lilly is? How she knows Mom?” “Actually, yes, I did,” she said, sitting on a window seat I hadn’t noticed before. Beth and I sat up. “Who is she?” I asked. “Your mom told you some of the stories from when she was here, right?” She asked me. I nodded, “A lot of them, at least?” “Well, it turns out your mom did meet her mom, and I can see why she feels she owes you…” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the Like button and consider leaving me a comment, too! You all met my requirements for your share of likes from Sunday. Don't start slacking now, please? 🥺 Remember, I don't have any of my work completely behind paywalls, so it's really just the smallest bit of payment you can give me! I'll post again on Friday morning; please remember, as always, that if you enjoy my works, you can purchase them on Amazon Kindle. https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia

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

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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Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twenty-Six: Can I Talk To You Friday, Daddie showed up at Katie’s cluster at his usual time. He led her to her room to pad her bottom and dress her in a black and white play dress with a pumpkin on her front. He then proceeded to braid her hair and tie orange bows on them. He asked her, “Do you have all the books you will need between now and Thursday in your bag?” “No, but I will just come to my room to grab them on Monday.” “No, that is not an option. I will drop you off at your class building and pick you up from it.” “Oh,” Katie said before grabbing some more books and notebooks from her desk. She struggled to fit all of them in her backpack before Daddie suggested just setting them on top of the dirty laundry. He picked up her stuff before leading her down to his Escalade. After strapping her in, he started towards Riverville, stopping for a Happy Meal for her at McDonalds on the way. She settled into the next book in the Little House series ‘By the Shores of Silver Lake’ for her ride to Daddie’s house. After about an hour, she looked up and noticed that they were in Riverville, but Daddie passed the road to his house. Putting her book aside, she watched where he was going, only to discover he was going to the hospital. As he was parking, she asked, “Why are we here?” “Doctor Carla wants another blood sample from you. She suggested going to the local hospital’s lab instead of driving the three-fourths of an hour to her office,” he told her. “Okay, Daddie,” she said as he undid her harness before leading her towards the hospital. They paused long enough to stop at the receptionist to check in and get directions. After snaking their way through the maze of the building, they arrived at the lab department. “Doctor Carla would like a blood sample from Katie Ann. Here is that request, her ID, my ID, and the power of attorney form that makes me a healthcare agent,” Daddie said to the lab receptionist. The lady behind the counter looked at the two forms before looking at Katie’s ID, letting a quick shocked look on her face when she looked between the ID and the regressed seven-year-old girl looking at her. “Katie, what is your last name and birthday?” “Telgenhof and three seventeen nineteen eighty-seven.” “Can I talk to Katie separately?” Daddie nodded, and Katie followed the lady to the opposite side of the room, “Yes, Ma’am.” The lady asked quietly, barely over a whisper, “You are dressed young, almost like a seven-year-old, but you are nineteen. Are you being forced or abused?” “I am doing this willingly. Yes, I am treated like a child, but I am doing this willingly. No, he is not abusing me or forcing me outside of my will to do this, Ma’am. I am actually treated better by other people as a child instead of as an adult. I am just another child as a child. As an adult, I am treated as a child or suspiciously as if I am lying. I don’t know how else to explain our relationship other than it is willingly a non-sexual daughter-daddie relationship.” “Next question then is, how do you want to be treated, child or adult?” She asked in a normal voice as she led Katie back to Daddie. “Child or adult, I don’t mind, Ma’am.” “Ok, if you two can have a seat, I will let the lab tech know you are here,” the lady said, pointing to a small waiting area. After they sat down, Daddie asked what that was about, with his girl telling him that the lady wanted to make sure she wasn’t being abused. Daddie nodded at his regressed girl as she kept herself occupied with a magazine from the stack of magazines in the room. Soon, she heard her name being called, and they followed the lab tech to a seat in the next room. “Katie, have a seat right here, I am going to take a blood sample. This might hurt a bit. Do you want to hug a teddy bear while we are doing this?” “Please, Ma’am” Handing her a teddy bear, the lab tech took the blood sample, putting a bandaid with hearts on the location afterward. Handing the lab tech back the teddy bear, Daddie and Katie headed back to the car, and after strapping her in, they headed towards Daddie’s house. He unstrapped her from the harness and led her into the house. “Where do you want to do your homework?” he asked her as he removed her shoes. “On the swing?” “Little too cold for that. It is currently 50 and dropping. How about the window seat in your room?” Daddie pointed out. Nodding, she headed up to her room to wait for Daddie to grab her bag. While she was waiting, she decided to hug a teddy bear. Soon, Daddie was walking in the room with her bag and handed it to her. As she was getting situated, she was handed a sippy cup. She took a sip of it, and it tasted close to the house punch from the resort, not exactly, but close enough. After she was done, she headed downstairs, where Daddie was doing her laundry, saying to him, “I am done,” as she handed her backpack to him. As he grabbed her backpack in one hand, she felt him squeeze her bottom. Grabbing her diaper bag in the kitchen, he changed her bottom on the floor before helping her up and patting her bottom. “Let's get some dinner for you, and then you could see if Stacy is available,” he said as he helped her onto the high chair. After strapping her in, he placed the tray on it. She didn’t wait long before he returned with a small plate of pot roast cut up into small portions and another sippy cup. After they both were done, he attacked her face and hands with a wet wipe before releasing her from the chair. He patted her bottom before helping her into a zip-up sweatshirt and leading her to the front door. She walked across the two yards before ringing the doorbell. Turning towards Daddie’s house while she was waiting, she saw he was still watching her on the front walk. Soon, she heard footsteps inside the house, and the door was opened. “Well, hello, Katie,” Mrs. Bullard said as she opened the door and motioned for Katie to come in. Katie asked, “Can I please play with Stacy, Mrs. Bullard?” “She can play with you, Katie, as soon as she finishes the last of her dinner, but I believe I told you to call me Aunt Sara,” Stacy’s Mommie said loudly as if she was trying to hint her daughter at the table, as they walked away from the door. “Sorry, can I please play with Stacy, Auntie Sara?” Katie asked correctly this time. When they got to the table, Stacy was sitting there with one carrot left on her plate. Putting the last carrot in her mouth, she said in between bites, “Done, Mommy, hi Katie, let's go upstairs to play.” “Anastasia Marie! Eat with your mouth closed!” Mrs. Bullard exclaimed pointly. Hearing her full name, Stacy quickly ate her food and swallowed it. Taking her friend's hand, she started to lead her towards the stairs before being stopped by her Mommy. “Katie, before you go upstairs, let’s take that sweatshirt off,” Auntie told the regressed girl. After Katie removed the hoodie, she exclaimed, “Oh, that dress is cute with a capital C!” Katie just blushed as she followed her friend upstairs towards Stacy’s bedroom. She was invited to choose the game this time. After looking at the stack of games, she picked out Candy Land and took it back to the table in the room. After the girls were on their second game, Auntie Sara walked into the room and squeezed Katie’s bottom. “Katie, would you like to stay the night?” she asked. “Please, Ma’am, see if Daddie is okay with it.” “We've already been talking about it. I got your diaper bag and your outfit for tomorrow already,” Aunty replied as she dug two nighties out of Stacy’s wardrobe. She handed one nightie to Stacy and requested that her daughter go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Taking the other nightie, she patted the bed for Katie to lie down to get changed. Soon, both girls were in nighties in front of the television downstairs, watching the Snoopy Halloween special.

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!! 🤔😀😳

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.

I had a weird experience. My first cum, nothing came out. Then on Monday night I came twice and ejaculated big loads each time. Then last night, completely dry. It's confusing. It might be an off and on thing apparently. So far I like relatively thick diapers at work. I soaked them yesterday. So far today not as much. I might love pull ups but I don't trust the capacity yet. I am probably going to use cloth diapers at night sometimes. I like to take them off in the shower, shampoo up, step on the diapers to clean them, and hang them dry. I just need to fish them out of storage and get them in rotation. I am surprised, I had no plan really, but I ended up wearing wellness original briefs to the office yesterday and today. Thanks! Yeah the dribbling is kind of crazy. I had to change my diaper twice at work yesterday because I was soaked, and both times in the few seconds between taking off my wet diaper and putting the new diaper on, I dripped uncontrollably on the floor and on my pants. At night I sometimes wake up and sometimes don't. But it seems that the bladder holds some urine while lying down and when I sit up, roll over, stand up, or move at all I flood the rest into my diaper. Haha, sorry for not updating yesterday. I was pretty tired. Basically, it went great. I was a little self conscious because my diapers were thick. But it seemed fine. Today I am already feeling more used to having a diaper on. I had to change once at lunch time and once before driving home. I was really soaking my diapers and I tended to notice by feeling how my diaper felt when I walked around. When it felt thicker, heavier, wetter I knew I needed to change soon. I didn't leak though!

Amazed at how much I was able to get in this way. I picked up these cardboard "bins" on Amazon. They're just wide enough for the big XL sized diapers and can hold a full bag of even the massive Rearz Mega diapers. What was even more amazing was when I discovered that the standard sized ABU diaper sticker was the EXACT SAME SIZE as the front panel of the bin (4"x8")! So, some instant decoration was in order.

Hello everyone! I'm new here and so I suppose this also serves as my introduction (it's nice to meet y'all). Like many of you, getting to diaper dependence has been a goal of mine for a long time. So, at the end of May in 2022 I decided to go 24/7 and haven't looked back. Progress has been slow but steady I've been crossing off little milestones along the way(being able to go sitting,laying down, in various situations and settings,etc.). Recently I almost fully voided (#1)while walking... before the reflex kicked in at the last second-_- still a big step in the right direction, when I first started my muscles would lock up if I even thought about moving. I might be stuck in a rut now though. I've consistently maintained what I think is the open position but it feels like I'm missing something crucial. I can drip and drizzle sporadically but I have yet to see a constant dribble and it still feels like I have to give permission for the bladder to void. On a positive note voids have become noticeably smaller and my flow has slowed. The last void I did I really focused on what was happening and something loosens up in the high bladder area, I tried to keep that particular muscle open but it just feels like it just slowly closes as the void finishes everytime no matter what i do. I'm kinda of stuck until I figure this out and was wondering if anyone went through something similar and how they got through it. Anyways thanks for listening to my story!

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!

The next couple of days, Ted and his roommates didn’t see much of one another. All three kept busy with class, homework, and social activities. By Friday afternoon, Lara and Stacey were packing up to head away for the weekend on their sorority’s annual retreat. Ted would be home alone for two days, and he was looking forward to having the place to himself. As he left class on Friday morning, one of his buddies, Jeff, came running up to him across the quad. “Hey! Finally having that party tomorrow huh?” Ted looked at his friend, puzzled. “What?” “I heard about the bash at your place tomorrow. That amazing backyard…” Jeff was almost wistful. “We gotta get beer pong set up on the patio table!” Ted was dumbstruck. He was definitely not planning a party. He knew his roommates would disapprove. It was unclear to him where this was coming from. “What time should we come by?” Jeff continued eagerly. Then, like a lightning bolt, Ted remembered his roommates would be out of town all weekend. He and his friends could party their asses off, and as long as he got everything cleaned up on Sunday morning, Stacey and Lara would be none the wiser. Maybe he could even show them that the place could tolerate a party or two. The wheels in his head started spinning full speed. “Wanna come by around 5 and help me go get the kegs? We can tap them nice and early and get a head start.” “Hell yeah!” Jeff high fived him and sped off to his next class. A wide grin spread across Ted’s face as he crossed the quad. At last, a rager worthy of his killer apartment. --- On their way out of town to the retreat, Lara read her text messages aloud to Stacey who drove down the long country road. “It’s on,” Lara said. “That’s three different people who all said they’re planning to party at our place tomorrow night. Jeff says they’re going to get kegs.” Stacey couldn’t contain her satisfaction. She smiled widely. “Worked perfectly. I knew that little brat wouldn’t be able to resist once we planted the seed. He’ll be in for a rude awakening when we show up bright and early on Sunday morning.” Lara giggled. “More like a RED awakening!” Stacey laughed too. “Oh man. His butt is gonna be soooo red when we get through with him.” The girls continued laughing as they drove and laid out the final steps of their plan to give Ted the spanking he so richly needed. --- The party was epic. Ted had procured three barrels of beer, and not a drop remained when the last of his friends left in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Completely obliterated, Ted stumbled to his room past piles of empty plastic cups and cigarette butts. He collapsed on his bed fully clothed, managing only to kick off his shoes before passing out. Only a few hours later, around 9 am, Stacey and Lara arrived home. They were appalled at the state of the place. Both had expected a mess after they set Ted up to host a party, but this was beyond what they had imagined. Shocked by the mess, Lara made a quick, angry charge toward Ted’s bedroom. Stacey caught her by the arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Steady…” she said calmly. “Stick to the plan.” Lara looked her roommate in the eye. “Look at this place! It’s out of control!” “I know,” Stacey answered. “I didn’t think it would be this bad either. But just remember. Ted will clean it all up. And if we stick to our plan, he’ll be doing his cleaning with a very sore bottom.” Still holding Lara by the arm, Stacey slapped her bottom twice, sharply. That got Lara’s attention, and she took a deep breath. “Ok ok, you’re right,” she said, rubbing her butt and grumbling, “You don’t have to spank me!” Stacey smiled. She let go of Lara’s arm and tapped her butt again. “Just wanted to make sure I had your attention.” The girls wandered into the front room, passing Ted’s bedroom. The door was wide open, and they could see him sleeping still fully clothed, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Lara sniffed the air as they walked by. The whole house stunk of stale beer, but she thought she caught a whiff of something else emanating from Ted’s room. “Did he…?” she whispered. Stacey looked at her quizzically. “Don’t you smell that?” Lara asked. Stacey sniffed. She covered her mouth. There was a faint odor of urine that she had not smelled when they first walked in. And it certainly did seem to be coming from Ted’s room. Lara stifled a giggle. “Did he wet his bed?!” Stacey just smiled. “I guess we’ll find out…” The girls sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. With his door wide open, it was only a matter of time before the noise woke Ted from his drunken slumber. Sure enough, about five minutes later, they heard stirring in Ted’s room. As he came to, the room seemed to spin around him. The events of the night before came flooding back. The party. The mess. His roommates would be home soon and he needed to get cleaning. Despite his hangover, Ted rallied the strength to pop out of bed. It was only then that he realized he was still wearing his jeans from the night before… and they were soaking wet. “Ohh no no no no…” Ted said aloud, pulling at the wet blankets on top of his bed. He had been a chronic bed wetter as a kid, so it was a familiar feeling. But it had been a while since he’d had an accident. The cold feelings of shame washed over him. Then, another realization set in. He heard the TV on in the next room. Ted figured it likely just got left on the night before, but he wondered… could Stacey and Lara be home already…? He tiptoed to his doorway and peered around the corner. Sure enough, there sat his two roommates, facing away from him watching TV. He quickly slammed the door shut. “Shit!” he whispered. He assessed his predicament. He had gone back on his promise to not throw parties in their shared space. The house was a tremendous mess. He had thought he would have had time to clean it up, but his roommates were home earlier than expected. And now, he was trapped in his bedroom, panicking about how to explain himself. On top of it all, he wore pee soaked pants, having wet the bed like a small child. Just as he was thinking about trying to climb out the window, there was a loud knocking on the door. “Ted!” It was Lara. “Uhh…” his voice cracked, “just a minute!” Ted started unfastening his pants, looking around for something, anything, else to wear. But the door swung open. Lara stepped in with Stacey right behind her. With a hand on her hip, Lara eyed him up and down. Ted stood frozen, his jeans with an obvious, dark wet patch all the way down his front side. “Well that’s cute,” Lara said sarcastically, “looks like somebody forgot to go potty before he passed out last night. It stinks like pee pee in here.” There was a twinge of baby talk in her voice. Ted blushed. “And it stinks like stale beer and cigarettes out there!” Stacey practically yelled, pointing into the hallway. The girls stood staring at Ted. He was silent, blushing profusely and trying in vain to cover his wet crotch. Finally, after several moments, Lara spoke. She could feel anger rising inside her. She couldn’t wait to blister Ted’s naughty little backside. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” “I… I don’t… it wasn’t… I just thought…” Ted stammered. His head throbbed. His thoughts were clouded as he desperately tried to think of a way to talk himself out of this situation. “You got home early, I was gonna have everything cleaned up, I swear. I just…” Stacey cut him off. “You will absolutely clean everything up. You can start by cleaning yourself up. Strip those wet sheets before you ruin the mattress. Put everything in the wash, get some clean clothes and meet us in the living room. We have to talk about this.” Ted still just stood dumbstruck. He felt about two feet tall as he was ordered around by his roommate. He stared at the girls blankly, still trying to obscure the dark wet patch on his jeans. After a moment, Lara lost patience. “Now mister!!” she yelled at him. That had the desired effect, as Ted sprung into action pulling the blankets and sheets off his bed. With the mattress bare, Stacey stepped in to inspect it. “You’re lucky,” she said eyeing the bed. “Since you passed out on top of the blankets, it looks like your little accident didn’t soak through to the mattress.” Lara clicked her tongue. “Still unbelievable to me that we’re even having this conversation…” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Now get those sheets in the wash, put on some clean clothes and meet us in the living room.” The girls turned on their heels, closed the door and returned to their perches on the front room sofa. With his head still swimming, Ted robotically complied with the directive he’d been given. He stripped naked and felt a chill as the cool air hit his damp skin. Again, it was a familiar feeling that transported him back to his childhood. Not wanting to further piss off Stacey and Lara, Ted pulled on some sweat pants and a tee shirt (not bothering with underwear) and stumbled out of the room with the bundle of sheets and his pee soaked clothes. As he closed the lid on the washing machine, he took a deep breath. He thought about how stupid it was to break his agreement with the girls. Even there in the laundry room, he saw stacks of used plastic cups. He and his friends had trashed the place and now he had to face the consequences. Ted walked slowly back to the living room. Would they make him move out? Where would he go? He knew the girls had every right to kick him out, but he couldn’t afford an apartment by himself. He had to talk his way into staying. Slowly shuffling into the room, Ted found his roommates sitting on the couch. They had placed a wooden chair from the kitchen table in the middle of the room, facing the sofa. “Sit down,” Stacey said calmly, pointing to the chair. Her measured tone was unnerving. Somehow Ted wished they would just yell at him. He sat down, fidgeting slightly and staring at the floor. He felt like a small child about to be scolded. Stacey let him stew in silence for a few moments. She had the boy right where she wanted him and was enjoying watching him squirm. Finally, she spoke. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

This happens to me sometimes as well, and when it does, it's the physiological equivalent of encountering a deer (or kangaroo) in the woods. If I move, or do anything else, really, it vanishes. I'd love to develop, perhaps through tantric meditation, the ability to maintain that state while doing other things, but that is the holy grail for a lot of people here, isn't it? True autopilot. If I ever figure it out, I will then develop a subliminal suggestion podcast, and retire. There would also be almost infinite opportunities for "product adulteration" for my own entertainment. "I subscribed to Sherri's podcast, and within 60 days, I was able to remain totally relaxed and open for hours at a time, while also playing rugby. However, I now become almost uncontrollably aroused, whenever I look at bee hives. It's weird."

Chapter 27: Announcement Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess I happily played with my toys in the playpen whilst Mr Malcolm and Miss Claire watched over me. Occasionally Miss Claire would walk over and try to play with me, buh she didn’t quite understand what I was trying to do with the blocks that had been given to me. Maybe I was a little disappointed with the choices of toys I had to play with here. At home I have like a bajillion toys in my playpen… whereas here I was given a colouring book with only three colours, and some blocks. I had asked Mr Malcolm why there aren’t more toys, and he said somefing about “You won’t be like this much longer, hopefully.” I have no idea what he was on about, but at least they gave me some blocks. I like blocks! You can make a castle, or try to make a really tall tower, or you can try and spell fings… if you’re big enough. I can’t even spell my own name so I leave it to the grown ups to have that kind of fun with the blocks. Me… I’m a tall tower baby! I love having a tall tower… only to watch it fall. Then rebuild something better from the rubble. It’s much better trying to make somefing good from rubbish. “How much longer are they going to be?” Mr Malcolm asked Miss Claire. He sounded super impatient, much like me whenever Mama says I have to be a good girl and wait. He must really understand just how hard it is to wait! “You heard them, it could take days.” She replied. “I know, but I hate seeing her like this.” “At least Char won’t be waking up anytime soon with all the drugs they’re pushing into her.” “Probably for the best. If we manage to fix her… she’d be mortified seeing what she’s done to her wife. And if we let her roam free as she is now… she could make everything worse. Plus like Eve said, gotta wean the kid off the milk as soon as possible.” Mr Malcolm said to Miss Claire. “I can’t believe we never saw this coming. If we had just gotten to her before she could hypnotise Liv…” “Whoever did this to Charlie… This was a last ditch attempt at getting to Liv. And I swear… when I find the son of a bitch, I’m going to make them pay…” “Mal… calm down. There’s nothing you can do. Plus if you could get your hands on whoever did this… that would just make Liv’s situation worse. She’s already being humiliated online and soon to be in the press… we can’t make it worse for her.” “I know, but it’s just so…” “Infuriating? I know. You’re not the only one who wants to hurt whoever did this to Charlie and Liv. But we need to be sensible.” “I just… I didn’t want to ever have to look after Liv like this again. I didn’t want to see her like this… all innocent and vulnerable.” Mr Malcolm said, sighing and staring at me whilst I continued building my tower. “Even like this, she’s the strongest person we know. She’ll get through this.” Miss Claire replied. “Yeah, with a boatload of therapy.” “I just hope we can fix Charlie. Because if we can’t…” “That would crush Liv. I don’t know if there would be any fight left in her if she loses Charlie completely.” “Then we do our job and let our friends do theirs to try and fix our friends. I know it’s hard seeing Liv and Charlie like this, but she needs protecting and looking after. And that’s our job.” “You’re…” Miss Claire cut him off before he could say anything. “On nappy changing duty, I know. I wouldn’t let you anyway, you’re terrible at putting them on.” “Hey… I’ve only had to do it once or twice in my life.” “And I swear… you’re going to be doing it a lot more.” There was an awkward pause in the room and everything went eerily silent. “Huh?” Mr Malcolm sounded confused and quickly looked back at Miss Claire. Miss Claire looked down at her tummy and placed her hands on it. Mr Malcolm’s mouth opened in shock. “Wait… no…” “I was hoping to tell you… but… then all this happened…” Miss Claire shrugged. “When did you…?” Mr Malcolm’s face lit up like it was Christmas! “A couple of days ago. Took a test and… yeah… I guess we’re one of the fortunate ones.” Mr Malcolm jumped up off his seat and grabbed Miss Claire, squeezing her tightly and swinging her around. “Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was going to… then all this happened. I figured now wasn’t the best time to talk about little ones…” Miss Claire looked guilty all of a sudden. “Understandable. But I’m glad we’ve got some good news! Have you told anyone else?” “Not yet. I figured we’d wait until all this is over and we’ve got our friends back to normal before we announce it.” “Claire… I can’t believe it! You’re pregnant! I’m going to be a dad!” Mr Malcolm cheered. ‘Pregnant? Is Miss Claire going to have a baby like me?’ I thought to myself, finally realising what they were talking about. So I looked at them both and clapped my hands excitedly. “See, even Liv is happy for us!” Miss Claire turned and smiled at me. “She’ll be even happier when she’s back to her normal self. She’ll be ‘Auntie Olivia’.” “I think she’ll love being called Auntie Olivia. She won’t love it when our kid ends up taller than her at a very early age though...” “As long as we raise them to accept littles like we do, I don’t think we’ll have a problem, outside of the occasional teasing between the two of them.” “Right, it’s getting late. Why don’t you go grab us some food, I’ll stay here with sleeping beauty and little Livie. Then you can take the first watch whilst I get some sleep.” Miss Claire said, pointing at the door. “Fine. I guess I’ll have to get used to changing nappies anyway.” Mr Malcolm grinned at Miss Claire, before planting a kiss on her cheek and walking out of the room. Miss Claire walked over to the playpen and knelt down beside it, perching herself on the top and looking in at me. “You okay in there, Livie?” She asked. “Uh huh!” I replied, smiling up at her. “We’re going to get you and your Mummy all better, got that?” “Uh huh!” “Then you can celebrate with us properly.” “You gon haf baby wike me?” “Not like you, sweetie, but yes. They’ll be an Amazon baby, so they’re going to grow up much taller than you. It’s not very common these days, with the birth rate falling so drastically… but it seems like we’ve been blessed. So you, when you get to grow up again, you’ll be an Auntie! Aren’t you excited?” “I… Auntie?” “Yes, sweetie! But for now, you focus on your tower. You’re really good at it.” “Yoo gon be a good Mummy.” I said, smiling up at her before turning my attention to the tower again. Miss Claire smiled at me, but with a hint of sadness, she sighed. “I hope so, kiddo… I hope so.” My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light as my vision slowly returned to me. And to my surprise… I found myself surrounded by blurry silhouettes. Jumping up into a sitting position, I threw my arms forward, in preparation, in case I needed to defend myself. “Liv?” Someone asked. “Uhh… what?” I replied. “Liv, is that you?” Another voice was asking this time. “Of course it is…” “What is your wife’s name?” “C… Charlotte… why?” “Thank god, she’s back to normal.” “Normal? What?” I replied to the mysterious, but familiar voice. I stared at the blurred individual until my vision cleared up and I could see… Eve! ‘Wait… Eve?’ “Gave us quite the scare there, kiddo…” Malcolm said, standing in the background of my group of friends. Everyone was here! Eve, Malcolm, Claire, Zoey, Sarah… even… wait… is that Faith? “Faith?” I called out. Faith lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me. “Missed you, sis!” She yelled, squeezing as tightly as possible. “Missed you too… but what are you doing here?” That’s when Faith pulled back, confused. “Wait… do you not remember?” She asked. “Remember what? The last thing I remember…” The video. Charlie being under some form of hypnosis. Everything from before the video flooded back to me. SHIT! “CHARLIE? IS SHE OKAY?” I blurted out in a panic. The group parted so I could see my wife in a hospital bed… unconscious by the looks of it. “What happened to her? Is she okay?” My heart was racing and I was panicking. Thankfully, Eve knelt down and put her hands on my shoulders to reassure me. “Sweetie… She's okay. She was affected by some form of hypnosis, causing her maternal urges to increase exponentially. Which led to her regressing you and using the brute force hypnosis on you.” She explained, calmly. “The… brute force? I thought that couldn’t be fixed yet?” “It can’t, but your nanites make you special. If you didn’t have them, you’d be in a similar state to Amber. It’s a miracle you weren’t even regressed that far back in the first place. We used the safeword but it only fixed your speech issues, it didn’t reverse the regression, that’s when we called Faith. I needed an expert on your nanites, and no one knows them like their creator. She created a patch which will keep you safe from any more hypnosis.” “Anything currently available, anyway…” Faith added. “Not helping…” Malcolm jabbed at her. “Shush you! I don’t see you with an expertise in nanites and brain chemistry.” Faith snapped back at him. “You can’t even change her nappies very well, I mean look at them! A dog could have done a better job!” She pointed at the droopy nappy between my legs that I must admit… wasn’t his best work. “No arguing, please…” I said, interrupting their little friendly spat. “Plus he’s gonna get better at it… he’ll need to.” Malcolm and Claire looked at me in shock. “Wait… why did I say that?” I responded. “Liv… do you remember our conversation from a couple of days ago?” Claire asked, crossing her arms, looking at me with suspicion. “What conversation? You mean… the… OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO ANNOUNCE IT LIKE THAT!” I had remembered everything. It was like a distant memory, stored somewhere in my brain, but it was there. I remembered Charlie babying me, I remembered being rescued by my friends, I remembered Charlie being taken with us… and I remember Claire telling Malcolm she’s pregnant. “Wait… announcement?” Zoey turned to Claire and Malcolm, who looked everywhere but towards the group, hoping the attention would just… disappear. “I assume by you saying he needs to get better… Claire is pregnant?” Eve said, crossing her arms. “I… yeah.” Claire replied. It was at this point that Claire looked like a guilty teenager, looking at the floor, sighing. “OH MY GOD! CONGRATS!” Sarah shouted, running at the couple and wrapping her arms around their legs. Zoey quickly followed suit as the couple swamped our Amazon friends. Even Faith got in on the group hug. I stayed in the playpen, wet nappy around my waist, sat on what is most likely a very messy backside, smiling at the pair, but feeling bad that I spoiled their surprise. Eve just looked at the embarrassed couple before clearing her throat, making everyone stop and pay attention. “Look, congratulations are in order, and believe me, we will properly celebrate this. It’s not often Amazon’s get lucky enough to get pregnant. But right now, we need to finish bringing Liv back to the present.” Eve said, sternly. “But I remember…” I replied. “I know sweetie, but we need to tell you something…” “Tell me what?” I asked with a furrowed brow. Faith then walked over to the playpen and held out her hand through the bars, grabbing mine and squeezing it. “Charlie… well she had been subjected to tech that hasn’t really been tested much before. She was hypnotised and so…” “And so, what?” I asked, my hands trembling in fear at what Faith was about to tell me. “And so I tried my best to fix her…” “You’re talking to me like she’s… like she’s… dead…” “NO! Thank god no… but Liv… the nanites I gave her during our time together couldn’t handle the hypnosis used on her for some reason, but if she hadn’t had them… it would have been a lot worse for her. Whilst I did manage to remove the hypnosis from her thanks to my nanites in her system… she’s in a coma.” “She what?” I said, scrambling to my feet, finding it weird to walk for the first time in days, or however long it had been. “Careful!” Eve said, quickly bending down and picking me up. She knew just what I needed, so she carried me over to my sleeping wife, and sat me beside her. “Is she… is she going to be alright?” “We’re not sure.” Eve answered. “We don’t even know when… or even if she’ll wake up.” I had felt rage before. My wedding day was one of those occasions. But this… seeing my unconscious wife just laying there… and being unable to do anything… I couldn’t hold it all in. I had to let some of it out for my own sake. “FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, tears flowing down my face. Eve wrapped her arms around me and squeezed me tightly, quickly followed by Faith doing the same thing. “I promise you, we’ll do everything we can to get her back to you.” Eve whispered to me. “Yeah, I’ll stay here as long as I need to.” “But what about…” I asked. “Morgan? Oh she’s away, busy building our workshop. She understood that I needed to come, and figured she’d only be in the way here.” “So you… so you found a place? A home?” I said, in between sobs. “I did! And I’ll tell you all about it another time. Just… you stay here with your wife for now. There’s a few things going on that you’ll need to know about soon, but for now… just be with her.” Everyone else had left the room to give me some time alone with my wife. I didn’t know what to say to Charlie, or if she could even hear me, but I made sure to tell her how much I loved her and how I understood it wasn’t her who did those things to me, it was the hypnosis. No doubt when she wakes up she’s going to feel guilty anyway, but I wanted to lessen the guilt if I could. Time just had no meaning whilst my wife was out of it like this. I didn’t care about anything else, I just wanted my wife back. I probably needed another change, probably even some food, but I didn’t care. Thankfully, Malcolm knocked and let himself in. “Look, it’s late. You’ve been in this room, regressed, for a few days now. Only subsisting on baby food and whatever mush we could get you to eat whilst we slowly weaned you off breast milk. How about you come down to…” “I’m not leaving.” I snapped back at him, without meaning to. “How about I bring you something then? I think there’s some pasta left in the dining hall.” “Left? Wait, what time is it?” “About two in the morning. I can get something warmed up for you if you want?” My tummy rumbled and I realised just how hungry I really was. “...Please.” “Okay then, I’ll go get that for you. Just… try to get some sleep after it, okay? You can sleep with Charlie if you want, but you need to sleep.” He said, giving me that stern ‘adult’ voice he likes to pull whenever he tries to get me to do things I don’t want to. “Fine.” Malcolm smiled at me and turned to leave. “Mal?” I called out, stopping him in his tracks. “Yeah, Liv?” “Thanks. For saving me. For saving her.” “Anytime hun.” “How did you even know what was up?” “I… hate to say it, but we didn’t. So we all feel pretty bad right now. Sorry for being a shitty friend.” “You’re not a shitty friend. But wait, if you didn’t know something was up, how did you find out? Social media? I assume it’s pretty bad for me right now on there?” “It’s… look, we’ll discuss that tomorrow, but no, it wasn’t social media that tipped us off.” “What was it then?” I asked, feeling more confused than ever. “You’re never going to believe this… but it… it was Madison.” ======================================================= I knew people would be anxious and hate this arc, so I kept it short :3 Because despite my very mean cliffhangers... I'm very lovely :3 If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. These stories won't be posted here at all.) ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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I was in a white diaper until I wet and decided to change. I had forgot that mu backpack had all print diapers in it that I wore on a recent cruise. I forgot to put white back in it. The others in the backpack were pink princess and I thought better of that. Both of them were very professional with me.

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 that doesn't work try the hand crank. 😂

Hey everyone! So, after all this, welcome to the final chapter. First off, I just want to shout out a huge thank you to all who have commented, liked, or even just read this story. Again, I don’t do it for praise, but it is a nice bonus when you see a story actually do well. There’s always a risk that no one will like your story, so it’s a nice sign when people actually seem to. Also, as I’ve mentioned the idea before, I don’t think it will be a strict spoiler when I note that there will be a sequel to the end of this (if you couldn’t guess that from the last chapter), so if there are any hanging plot threads, they may be addressed then, so don’t panic. Also, I just couldn’t help but end it in the way I did. I hope everyone appreciates the symmetry there from the last story. Next, I want to announce that I will be doing the Dash’s Redemption story next. I was really debating about the Bethany one there for a while, but I will include it in the rotation next time for the possible stories that I write next. If you have a strong opinion about wanting to read that story, just let me know before the end of my next one. Also, with where I’m going tomorrow and the chaos that ensues during and after, I might not get to writing this story for a little bit, but I could also use it to deal with the dreaded con drop. I’ll just have to see, so keep a weather eye out for the story to be up sometime in March. Anyways, I hope you all have enjoyed the journey so far with me and will also enjoy the final chapter of this story! Chapter 19: Not For Me but For Them Walking across a threshold can be one of the most daunting things one ever has to do. It can be the metaphorical threshold of a new path in life, or it could be a literal one. Almost a year ago now, I had stepped through the threshold of a portal, completely drugged and out of sync with the world and had ended up in a new dimension entirely. I had no idea what to expect when I came out of my fog of regression, but staring up at ten-foot-tall women and a society where I was treated as a baby, was never even on my radar. That being said, I endured and even thrived in some ways in my new environment and with my new family. They all took me in, and despite some bumps along the way with the academy and just this society in general, sitting in the stands of the academy main arena today, I was at least proud and happy for a moment. “Graduates of the academy,” the dean continued, “today, you go forth and into a society that is reliant on all of you to do your jobs. Be it cleaner, recruiter, hunter, investigator, or even some new category we haven’t thought of yet, you all will make your mark upon this world and all the others. Many of you will go to Earth, and what you do there will reflect on this academy. Whatever your actions, ensure they are the best for you and for your country and dimension.” Everyone applauded along, but I was honestly a little bored. I wasn’t like other bored Littles making a fuss and whatnot, but I had two things going against me. The first was that it was all just a bunch of long speeches by people I either despised at this point or who were just plain boring. Even Luna had to be woken up at one point. Secondly though, I was a little distracted by the people whom I knew were trying to hurt the family and by the looming notion of once again going back to Earth. Samantha had petitioned a few recruiters to come with her to be her partner in lieu of her still recovering sister, but after the fifth had turned her down or had suddenly become unavailable, it all but confirmed my suspicions of something foul being planned once we got there. I still wasn’t sure what it was, but Oppy had at least agreed with me when I just had to unload my suspicions to someone before I burst. We had a good talk and hugged it out afterward, and I’m not sure how much good it actually did, but I at least felt better. “George Adler…” My head spun about and popped up. I was so distracted in my own thoughts that the ceremony had already switched to the handing out of diplomas portion of the ceremony. While all graduates of the academy wore the typical black graduation robes one could find anywhere, each also bore a single or multicolored stripe marking their concentration and sector to be assigned to. “Jennifer Baker…” “She’s up next,” Luna practically squealed to my left. I immediately sat up and tried to scan the crowd still waiting to come on stage to receive their diploma. Finally, I found her. “Harriet Beechum…” the announcer continued. Everyone in our section quickly stood up and cheered as best each of us could do. Despite a glare from Samantha, I stood up on my chair and waved my arms around in support of her. Samantha quickly dropped one of her cheering hands to hover just behind my back and I feared that I might get my desert privileges taken away tonight, but I didn’t care right then. My friend, after so much work and heartbreak, was finally graduating as a full-fledged recruiter. We all sat back down after Harriet spotted us all and gave a little wave. Oppy was prepared and was capturing it all with photos and videos for everyone to look back on. For that single moment, as Harriet’s stripes of blue and pink, denoting her as a recruiter, flapped down the aisle and back to her seat, I felt that we could feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. For today at least, the family’s luck was good. She would be given her first assignment tomorrow however, and we all shakily knew that our good feeling might not last. We had a massive block party once again after everything was over, and while it was a little chilly, the end of this February was actually a little warmer than usual. There were also definitely some visible tensions when Grossman, Reddington, and Franklin showed up, but Oppy had warned everyone to keep the peace beforehand. With the looming knowledge of ‘just one last job’ being dangled in front of both Samantha and I before the removal of being threatened with protocol one, no one wanted to endanger that chance in the slightest. The next day, we all came back to the academy for moral support when Harriet got her first assignment. With Chelsea regaining her abilities, Oppy’s decades of previous experience, and Samantha’s current experience, she had a strong team behind her to explain or help her with any of the details. Additionally, Samantha had a strong feeling that I would get the official nod and request to go to the con with her from the judges themselves. It was unusual and everyone already knew about it, but with their regulations and all, the request had to be made officially in person. Waiting just outside of the assignment and planning offices, we finally saw Harriet come out. Her face was a mix of both apprehension and joy. I wanted to know where she was assigned and just hoped it would be someplace safe and easy for her first official mission as a recruiter. She had gone back to Earth for a few training missions since her previous botched mission, so we knew she would be okay on that level, but according to Oppy, Samanatha, and Chelsea at least, there was just something different about your first actual mission. “So?” Oppy immediately questioned once she got close to the rest of our eagerly awaiting family. “Where were you assigned?” Harriet looked down at the printed note in her hand. “I’m not sure what to make of it. It kind of seems odd… I’m excited for sure but I’m not sure what to make of it.” “Here,” Samantha said, reaching out to take the note, “let me take a look at it.” Harriet gave the note to her old mentor and Samantha looked down at the writing printed off before her. Her eyes immediately widened, and her face became pale. “What? What is it?” Harriet asked eagerly. Samantha didn’t reply and only shakily handed off the note to Oppy. “Oh…” was all she said after looking down at the note herself. ‘Oh, for the love of all that’s good and holy!’ I just wanted at least one person to read the blasted note out loud, and I wasn’t the only one. “What does it say?” Luna asked impatiently. “It’s not some state secret, right? Can someone just tell the rest of already?” Their tail flicked back and forth as if they were about to attack. “It’s tagged as ABDL,” Oppy finally said quietly. ‘Okay… not so surprising if the academy is trying to find eager humans to adapt to being Littles here…’ Oppy looked up from the note and handed it back to Harriet. “You’re going to the convention…” ‘Oh… definitely not good…’ Harriet still seemed perplexed and while Chelsea slowly explained what it was to her as best she could with her current abilities, Oppy and Samantha looked at each other with only fear and apprehension. I knew it wasn’t exactly official yet, but Samantha, myself, and now Harriet would be going to the same convention together. If the first time already seemed like a trap to me with what I knew, this time now definitely felt like a trap for the Norris family. Not long after, Harriet still seemed excited, and I quietly assumed that neither Oppy nor Samantha had clued her in to what was happening. That being said, we all heard the steep and steady thuds of approaching footsteps. Looking back to where the noise was coming from, we all saw that it was Judge Franklin. With his presence now and the near bulging vein pulsing from Samantha’s forehead, something told me that Harriet would definitely be clued in tonight over what was going on. “Hello, everyone,” Judge Franklin began with his cheery public demeanor. I really hated the front he put on for everyone else with what I knew about the man now. He had practically been holding mine and Samantha’s head under the proverbial guillotine for almost a year now. From the responses back from the family though, it quickly became obvious who knew about his devious side and who didn’t. He turned to Harriet first. “Congratulations young lady. Your education was hard fought, which makes this victory all the sweeter. I’m told you got your first assignment today. Excited for your first official mission abroad?” he asked with an outward glee that seemed normal, but for those of us who knew, it came across as more sickly and even creepy. “I did, sir,” Harriet replied, her lack of knowledge into everything becoming abundantly clearer. “I’m very excited… I won’t let you down!” she quickly added. Judge Franklin chuckled a little and then reached into the side pocket of his robes. “I’m sure you won’t… especially not with your team leader coming along as well.” I then saw the object was a large scroll of sorts, and almost felt out of place with everything else around here, but then he just simply handed it to Samantha. “Your assignment as team leader, Sam. As I’m sure you know, Harriet will be on your team, as well as Percy… if he accepts.” Judge Franklin then tilted his body to one side and looked directly at me. It was all an act, and Oppy, Samantha, and I all knew it, but he was a respected judge within these halls. Me punching him right in the no-no spot or his face wouldn’t have been good for anybody. Still, having already known about it all, I already knew my answer, and Judge Franklin likely did as well, but I think he also wanted to put on a show. “Actually,” he quickly continued, “I know it must be a lot to consider. It can be a very big burden for you Littles, especially for you given that awfully unfortunate incident with Georgette. Such a shame too… such a beautiful and talented woman doing such… terrible things.” He paused and almost seemed to show a speck of emotion. I would have spit in his face personally to produce his crocodile tears if I could have. “But, I know these things can be tough, so let me add this bonus.” He took a breath, and I could almost hear the drumroll going on his head with his little production number right now. “If you agree to go with your mo… caregiver, I will erase all debts from the trial. We’ll call it a learning curve if you will. How does that sound?” For her part, Harriet, Luna, and Chelsea all gasped. Ditzy just giggled at all their funny noises. For me though, his tone, normally reserved for children, was extremely evident and almost too patronizing to stand. Again, having known about all this already, I just wanted this guy to get what was coming to him. I wanted to yell or push him into protocol two, but I knew I had to maintain my façade in front of so many other people. If I acted out now, it would be all over and I was sure that I would have been subjected to protocol one within the hour. So, I hugged Nurple closer and nodded my head. “I’ll go. I will do what needs to be done…” Judge Franklin sickeningly smiled at my official acceptance of the deal that had in actuality already been forced on us and had then been brokered a few weeks ago already. All this was just for show, but I was just glad that it was officially a done deal now. So, with a final handoff of the official mission scroll to Samantha and smiling all the way, Judge Franklin finally left. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that Samantha was just handed a bomb she had to dispose of or a gun that she was just ordered to go assassinate someone with. I could only imagine the turmoil she was feeling now, so I just did what I could and cuddled into her side. It probably didn’t do much to help, but her smile afterward down to me was always a welcome sight. I could tell that something more was bothering Samantha though as she slowly opened the scroll and read it off to the side of the group in relative secrecy. From what I remember, those scrolls were typically for mission leaders’ eyes only, but I was also her Little. There was no denying that now, and while that didn’t mean much on a grand scheme in this society as far as my power went at least, I felt I could sometimes get her to open to me. So, I waddled over to where she had distanced herself to and tugged on her pant leg. She looked down at me with a clear worried expression. “Hey there, sweetie. You okay? Need a change?” “I, uh,” Her questions shouldn’t have thrown me, but I honestly wasn’t entirely sure of the state of my diaper. I tried to give it a feel, but I still couldn’t be positive. “Uh, no?” I shook my head trying to refocus myself. “That’s not why I’m over here in either case though. I want to know what’s happening.” I then pointed to the opened scroll still unfurled in her hands. “Is it bad news?” Samantha sighed and for a second, I thought I had overestimated my connection or power with her, but she ended up relenting once a group of other new graduates passed by. “It’s saying that more hunters have gone over and are now stationed in several cities. They’re now even joining the online communities over there to better able to slip into events and find willing, or even unwilling Littles to be targeted for extraction.” So, basically, humans were screwed in this whole mess, but I still wasn’t sure why she was so disheartened. “Is there something more?” I probed further. Samantha sighed and nodded. “There can be a lot of academy forces and sectors over there, but hunters sometimes stay instead of just scouting out locations.” She looked back at the scroll and then crouched down to meet me face to face. “Percy, this scroll is a warning to me. If I had to take a guess, there’s going to be hunters over there spying on us. Any slip ups… well, I’m guessing then that our deal will probably be off and when we come back, we’ll be put on trial for failure of duty or just summarily sentenced to protocol one.” My breath was nearly taken away, so all I could do was just nod in horror at what she was telling me. The next events after that got a little hazy, but after a quick diaper change and goodbyes from everyone, we all headed our separate ways. For us, we had to start packing and preparing for our trip. It was a welcome distraction from everything I was learning lately. Now at first, I began to think about all the events from last year and even wrote out a list of all the things I wanted to bring this year. It was a little complicated in trying to figure out everything, but as soon as I started laying out my clothes on my floor to see what I should bring, Samantha came in. “And what do you think you’re doing?” she asked glaringly, quickly telling me that I was doing something wrong. I panicked and realized that from an outsider’s view, I could have been seen as just making a mess of my clean clothes. “I’m packing up for the mission… honest. Planning out and the like, you know? I wasn’t sure what I wanted to bring.” I then held up two onesies, one was a series of skulls and crossbones, and the other was just a bunch of happy foxes dancing around. Both were extremely comfortable, but I felt I had to limit what I brought. I didn’t want to overburden Samantha. “So, what do you think?” For her part, Samantha just looked back at me and chuckled a little before crouching down and pushing my arms down. “Baby, you can’t bring any of these.” “But why?” I complained, my voice coming off more whiney than I had anticipated. Samantha just smiled and stood back up and held her hand out to me. “Come on, sweetie. I need to show you something.” I then nodded, dropped the two onesies, and followed Samantha into her own bedroom after taking her hand. Already, I could see dozens of clothes both on the bed and on the floor. “You’re bringing all of these for yourself?” I asked skeptically as she picked me up and set me on the chest she had at the edge of her bed. From the women I had dated before all this, I knew there could be more than one outfit in a day depending on what was happening… but this felt too much by even those standards. Once again though, Samantha chuckled. “You’re just so cute sometimes.” She then backed up and started pointing to the clothes on the ground. “Honey, if you look, I’m packing for both of us.” “Oh…” I quickly blushed and felt extremely little right then. My caregiver was packing for me. At this point, I would probably only be choosing which of the onesies I now saw laying out on the floor. “It’s okay, Percy. You didn’t know, but I’m an old pro at this. Bringing a Little along is a little different, but it’s basically the same principles, other than that,” she noted, pointing to my diaper bag in the corner of the room. Her reassurances made me feel a bit better, but I also just felt like about as much of a Little as I could at that point. It didn’t help that I probably could use yet another diaper change today. Samantha probably saw my disheartened feelings and came back over to me before pointing at my current onesie underneath my shortalls with the snap crotch. “Going back to Earth is a little different than coming over here. Coming here, you could wear whatever you want because we have decontamination procedures and there’s no technology issue, but going back to Earth, advanced tech could be an issue.” I only looked back at her with a confused expression. “Look at your onesie, sweetie,” she continued. I did and I still felt a happy feeling when I saw the smiling teddy bear astronauts waving at me. “First off, they don’t have this pattern on Earth, and everyone would want to know where you got it at the con. Second though, it’s made with a material that Earth might not even develop for another decade at the very earliest.” I looked down at the wonderfully breathable and lightweight fabric that kept my body just at the temperature it needed to be at. Still though, I panicked a little as I realized I wasn’t sure what I could bring anymore. “What about Stripe or Nurple… or even the blanket you gave me?” I asked, freaking out just a little over leaving my comfort items back here. As if to mock me further, my thumb began to twitch a little and I desperately wanted to start sucking on it for comfort. I was giving into that impulse more and more lately, but I just couldn’t help it anymore. Samantha noticed my discomfort and quickly came over to me and gave me a quick but reassuring hug. “Of course you can bring those, honey. We just need to log them into our books to ensure they are brought back. They have some technology in them, but most of those objects can just pass as something you could still buy on Earth. Just don’t lend them out, okay?” I nodded and my anxiety quickly dissipated, as it usually did with the near magic ability that Samantha seemed to have over me, but all this made me start to think long and hard about this mission. After only a few seconds though, I couldn’t stand keeping it all bottled up inside of me. “I want to know everything, Samantha.” Samantha stared back at me, and I could see the subtle fear nestled right in her eyes. “What do you mean by that, honey?” “I want to know everything about this mission,” I restated. “I think there’s things that you and Oppy know about that I don’t.” I took a quick breath. “Now, I’ve been a good Little and I didn’t ask questions unless I felt in danger or something like that, but this is different. We’re about to go back to Earth and I’m going to help you basically abduct humans back to this dimension.” I then poked at my now obvious soaked diaper bulging out underneath my clothes. “Believe me, I could be condemning these people to a terrible life… not all of them, but the odds aren’t good here for Littles.” I then gulped and took my shot as far as I thought I could without being punished. “I think I deserve to know everything before doing all that.” Samantha stared at me like I had just asked her to divulge every classified secret from this country, but ultimately, she just sighed and fortunately nodded. “Okay. I can do that, but I’ll only tell you what you need to know for this mission alone. We’re going into something that could get very complicated very fast. What I’m telling you now, and I’ll just say it all in one go, is for you to be able to identify a problem and tell me about it so we can eventually come back home in one piece. Anything I don’t tell you, I want to, but it would just put you in more harm… life-threatening stuff even.” There was silence between us for a moment, and everything began to hit me. All this was serious, but I never thought it was life-threatening… mind threatening, yes. I already knew that possibility from personal experience, but there had never been a real danger to my life. There was tension in the air, but finally, though, she spoke back up. “I need you to trust me on this, okay?” I wanted… needed to know, so I just nodded. She inhaled deeply and began spilling her secrets. “Okay, well, first, as you might have guessed, Judge Franklin has a vendetta against this family. It turns out that he voted against Chelsea and I during the trial and suggested protocol one as a caveat for both of us directly. He then elected himself as our overseer to ensure our selected punishment would be followed to the letter.” I had suspected as much, but I was just finally glad to hear all of this out loud. I felt he was a dangerous man, and to me at least, I felt he was just assuming more power here at the academy and from what I suspected, outside of it as well. After all, at each of the block parties at Oppy’s, he always seemed very friendly with the senator from this area. “Next, since about July, after the first block party at Oppy’s, I’ve been doing small covert tasks for him whenever he asks. They weren’t big, but it turns out that these were the original extra bit added to the trial outcome that I wasn’t sure about. That being said, he’s changed his mind a few times on what the last one was going to be.” Immediately, it made me concerned about this trip, but now, the mission orders and our freedom from protocol one was on an official scroll. They were approved by the highest levels of the academy and needed at least one signature from either a congressman or senator, and then be witnessed at least by the other. If he reneged on his deal, more than just the academy would know, but it brought up one terrifying thought that had been looming over a lot of this since I first got here. “How large is this conspiracy against Littles to kidnap us from Earth and then regress us all?” Smantha sighed and I knew the news wasn’t going to be good. “There is a growing movement, but to give you an idea, you remember the recall of Tabers milk, right?” I nodded. “Well, it was recalled, and several people were relieved, but several more were upset and lost a lot of money. That being said, many of them just suddenly stopped their formal complaints one day. Well, it turns out that Tabers milk wasn’t outright banned for its regression properties… only the immediacy of that particular formula. In fact, it was handed back to a government-backed research company site to become more subtle to you Littles and therefore more sellable in the future. It’s not the last we’ve seen of it.” Of course, I actually already knew most of that already. I had informed Samantha about most things with my time with Georgie, but there were a few things I had mostly left out unintentionally. “Uh, while we’re telling each other everything… I knew most of that already actually. Ummm… Georgie’s father is in charge of that company in fact… she’ll probably be as well…” Now it was Samantha’s turn to be shocked. In seconds, she reached underneath her bedside table and grabbed a hidden tablet. She hit a button on the sign, scanned her fingerprint on the front, and then a red flashing light passed over her face inch by inch. I could see she was quickly typing something before then turning the tablet back off and shoving it back underneath the bedside table. “Thank you for letting me know,” she said as if none of that just happened. “That actually might be really helpful…” There was just too much going on for me to guess about the tablet, so I only nodded. “I figured you should know… I didn’t think anything of it in the grand scheme at first, but then… you just added a seriousness to what I knew.” I then looked down at all the clothes surrounding us. I recognized a few of the labels before me and I briefly wondered how all this had come over here to this dimension, but I just marveled at all the planning she had in mind… for two people no less. It also made me start wondering something else though; if all this was planned out, did she have another plan for going back to Earth? She was always so prepared, but right now, I had only heard facts… not plans. “Uh, Samantha… I’m honestly getting a little nervous about this mission,” I confessed. “Do you have a plan? You do, right? We’re not just going in blind back to the convention?” Samantha shook her head. “No, Percy. We’re not going in blind, and I do have a plan. You see, Oppy and I have been talking, but she and a few others back here need time back here to execute it to ensure we actually come back from this mission on this side. I also have a plan for the trip… but everything has to go exactly right for it to work…” I wanted to trust in Samantha’s plan completely, but I just felt that there was too much on the line not to express my concerns. “That’s not exactly helping my nerves… can I get a little more?” Samantha sighed. “There’s other things I’m not telling you, and I really wish I didn’t have to tell you even this, but on my trip last month, the academy only needed me away for 18 days…” She was gone for three weeks, 21 days, so I instantly wondered where else she had been. “See, I had a meeting with the ABI… uh, kind of like our version of your FBI. They seem split, but I’m working with those who want to see a change for the betterment of Littles. For now, that’s all you get to hear from me, so I just need you to trust me, okay?” Her question hung in the air for a little bit. Of course I trusted her though. In less than five minutes, if that, she would be seeing my most intimate areas as she changed my diaper. We had weathered the academy, Tabers milk, and a whole host of other issues since I had come under her care. To me though, I just paused for a moment as I marveled at the change I felt with her now. I then nodded quickly and without question if I trusted her, which just made me realize more of just how much I had changed with how I felt about her now as compared to less than a year ago when I first stepped out of the portal from that first convention. So, things went accordingly and a few days later, Samantha had both of our bags packed and ready to go. As I looked over the list, everything had been checked off and we even had made sure that Oppy had a spare key to be able to watch over our house while we were gone. It felt weird to leave it all behind, but with Nurple by my side and Stripe and my blanket packed safely away, we then closed and locked the door. In moments, we were in the car and headed over to the academy. There, in the portal room, I felt like such a celebrity. There were two other teams leaving for Earth today, though both were going to other regions themselves. Our crowd waiting was smaller but still significant. Melley, DB, Derek, a few others from daycare and our whole family were there to wish us good luck. I even felt so fancy and almost a little weird in my current clothing. I had gotten used to the soft and breathable fabrics of this dimension, but now, I was wearing a bunch of plain Earth clothes. I still had an undershirt onesie to hold up my still-present diaper, but I knew even going back to Earth, I just had to expect some caveats. Still, I felt so mature and grown-up in my current clothing as Samantha walked next to me with all our luggage. Harriet trailed close behind with her own and my diaper bag as well to spread the load. Once we were on Earth and we went through the size changes inherent in portal travel, I would take a few of my bags back to carry around. Regardless, the four judges soon approached a stage in front of the three portals and quieted down the crowds that had gathered just for this occasion. Judge Hawthorne normally gave the departing speech apparently, but he was dealing with the aftermath of a severe sinus infection, so of course, Judge Franklin had offered to fill in. I kept my fuming about as quiet as I could. “Portal travels of this hallowed academy!” he began loudly, almost not even needing the microphone. “Today, you embark on a journey that you have prepared for all your lives. One day, portal travel will become the norm, but today, you are the adventurers. What you do today and on your travels, will echo throughout our history as a species and world for decades to come. We’re all counting on you, and with that, I wish you all a good luck!” He then turned to the control room above us and waved. In an instant, the portals hummed to life and began to reverberate back and forth. While they powered up, Oppy stepped forward and handed Samantha a small box. “You know what to do with this?” Samantha nodded and both, seeming very emotional, hugged tightly. The portals vibrated even more and then spouted out the familiar whitish-blue rippling surface I had come to know since last year. Oppy and Samantha saw and backed away from each other. Oppy then crouched down and turned her attention to me as she made a few last-minute adjustments with my clothing. Without her prompting, I quickly gave her my own goodbye hug once she was done. She and a few others nearby chuckled over my cute actions. “Easy there, sweetie,” Oppy said after a moment and easing me back in front of her. “All this will be over before you know it and you’ll be back here safe and sound. I’ll even have a batch of my fresh baked cookies waiting back at my house.” “The ones with the chocolate chips?” I asked eagerly, already being able to just imagine sitting back in her house after the mission, safe and content and surrounded by my family here. Samantha ruffled my hair and Oppy chuckled. “Yes, the ones with the chocolate chips.” Her face then got suddenly very serious, and I could see that Harriet was now listening in as well. “Now listen, Percy. I want you to look after these two very important women for me, okay? They’re going to need your help, and I’m trusting you a lot with their safety, okay? I’m counting on you.” I nodded quickly. “Yes, ma’am. I won’t let you down. I promise.” Her face brightened up again and she took both my hands tightly. “Thank you, Percy, and good luck.” She then looked back up at Samantha and Harriet. “To all of you.” She stood back up and got behind the designated safety line again. I doubted she was allowed across, but no one around here told her ‘no.’ Then, Oppy, along with the rest of the crowd waved goodbye one last time and we all headed to the glistening portal before us. Judge Franklin eyed us from above, but I just clenched Nurple tighter in one hand and Samantha’s hand in my other. I then looked ahead and breathed out. Less than a year ago, I was walking out of these same portals and into a world I neither knew nor wanted to truly be at in the first place. I was alone, angry, and scared. Now though, I was walking back to Earth, diapered and together with Harriet and Samantha, who was no longer my abductor, but now my loving caregiver. I looked back at Harriet and then up at Samantha as she looked down at me. “Ready?” she asked, smiling down. It was such a loaded question, but with as much will as I could summon, I nodded my head. “Okay. On three…” I nodded again and took a breath. I did not want to step into the almost mercury-like substance before me, but I knew what was at stake. Judge Franklin was back here and was growing more powerful it seemed like every time I saw him. He was a true menace, and I knew, even if he didn’t keep his word, that I had to complete my mission… for even just this world to not be under his grasp as we were being punished. If we were successful, however, I knew we could both fight him and maybe even win. “One…” Samantha began. That being said, I was afraid. I knew I had a choice, like Reddington had said to Samamtha back when I first heard this proposal for me to go back to Earth. I mean, it wasn’t much of a choice really, but I could still back out. It was only a little fall at this point for me accepting protocol one, and I felt like I wouldn’t even know it if I was a newborn based on what I had seen, but something else propelled me forward; something that moved me beyond my own palpable fears. “Two…” Samantha continued. Now, even in all this mess, I had a reason to go and finish this mission; I was protecting my family and friends back here. Judge Franklin wouldn’t stop even if I gave in. He would go after the rest of the family in a heartbeat, and that just felt wrong to subject them all to. After all, they had helped me out in more ways than I could ever have imagined when I first came here. I had been whittled down even more as a Little, but I was still me. My friends, with other caregivers and families, could not say the same. They were getting better it seemed, but I had a family who would walk through fire for me. It only seemed fitting that now, I would walk through a portal for them. “Three…” I nodded up at Samantha at the final count, and following her much larger steps, we stepped through the portal once again. Then, darkness.

Hey everyone! Really sorry about the lateness of this post. Yesterday was at least fine, but I might have pushed a smidge too hard and just didn’t have the mental power at the end of it all to do much with this story. That being said, this is now definitely the second to last chapter of this story. So, barring any unknown complications, the final chapter will be up tomorrow. You’re all basically spot on with the academy’s position in the government. You’ll see it more in the Height War and Halloween stories at the very least I write eventually, but most Bigs in my canon get very desperate to have Littles. There’s even a possible disease I have in the works that is basically the opposite of maturosis. As such, the government pretty much gives the academy cart blanche with some of these things. Also, I’m just going to say right now that there is not a satisfactory ending to Georgette’s arc in this chapter. There’s some resolution, but there’s honestly just more cliffhangers for now. It’s a spoiler, but I just wanted to be upfront about it and note that her story arc continues in the final chapter, the next story in this trilogy, and even the Opening (yes, if you can recall, she is the CEO of future Diamond Technologies that was featured there and the mother of a future board member in Project Nurture). Next, I’m still contemplating what my next story will be. A few of you have commented, but as a reminder, this is the final time you can make your suggestion to me if you haven’t done so already. I will also announce my next story when I post the final chapter, which again, will be sometime tomorrow. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next and penultimate chapter of this story! Chapter 18: The Tasks of Aftermaths I was a broken teacup. I felt I had been picked up as shiny and delicate perhaps, maybe even chipped before from just some time under a bit of stress, but now… I felt someone had dropped me completely and broken every fiber of what I was. I was still me of course, but after three weeks of enduring the treatments that Georgie heaped and tested upon me, I felt that I was no longer the same Little. Georgie had explained to everyone about my T5 retrovirus as her cover story for why I had changed so much so quickly. It was a legitimate virus, but after only twenty minutes of Samantha taking me back under her care when she had gotten back, she knew it was a lie. Under an hour later, the whole family knew as well. I suppose things like that start to become obvious when you come back, and your Little messes themselves helplessly in your lap during a good long cuddle. To say she and everyone else were furious afterwards though was an understatement. “I just can’t believe this is happening,” Harriet huffed as we all waited outside for the judge’s deliberation. Oppy sighed. “It’s a lot, but I think things might soon be turning around. There is something funny about all this…” She then suddenly trailed off, and I quickly noticed that Samantha was glaring back at her. Once again, I felt like they were in cahoots with each other. Harriet and the rest of the family likely saw as well, but just left it alone. Whenever those two schemed, you either knew and helped them, or didn’t for a good reason and stayed out of their way. For my part, I just humbly sat next to Samantha as she continued to stroke my back. I was disheartened to hear that despite her literally telling me that the academy was involved, Georgie would be tried in the normal governmental law system of Libertalia. Despite Grossman and Franklin, the academy did tend to rule more in favor of Littles. I was feeling helpless enough as it was, but all this certainly wasn’t helping… nor did it with my anxiety. Since the interview 43C period, I had started to become very uneasy in my own life. Nurple, Stripe, and the family, particularly Samantha, had enormously helped me cope whenever I had an issue. Most of their methods only seemed to further plunge me into the more extreme aspects of Littlehood, but I just wanted relief, so I would take anything they threw at me. Now, though, due to the substance on the ‘thumb suck balloon,’ I was doing just that to do a little of my own coping with my anxiety. The action just started off as something my mind would mindlessly do at first. I kept waking up after any nap, exhaustive episode after another round of testing, or even from my sleep, but then it progressed to my unconscious mind during the day as well. When Georgie first caught me doing it, she was elated, and I blushed about ten shades of red. When Samantha had caught me last week, I was mortified, but strangely enough, after taking my thumb out in shock, by then, I desperately wanted to put it back in. Since then, the urge had only gotten worse. To my relief though, the inner chambers of the judge that was hearing if this mess was even a case, then opened. Several members filed out, but finally, one stopped in front of us. Her pressed pantsuit and detailed but subtle makeup told me that she was our advocate during the hearing. “Norris family I presume?” “That’s us,” Oppy confirmed grimly. The woman sighed and I could feel the air go out of the room. “I’m afraid the judge won’t see the case. He’s very firm on this, but I’m afraid there are factors beyond our control at play here.” It was not the news we wanted to hear. “How can that be?” Harriet burst out. “I mean… look at him. Percy is a Little!” The advocate quickly looked at me and then seemed to become very uncomfortable. I of course knew what Harriet was trying to say, but the advocate barely knew me. She was court-appointed, and to point out that I was a Little around here was like saying the sky was blue. In this society, and even my own definition for a while now, I was a Little. What Harriet meant to say was that I was now more of a regressed Little instead of how I used to be. Still, the advocate nodded sadly after probably figuring out what Harriet had actually meant. “Yes, and I’m very sorry about that. I’m very pro-Little myself, but the law is the law. Percy here is a Little and by such definitions, Georgette took care of him in Miss Norris’ absence as best as she saw fit. As of today, there are still no firm rights for Littles unless it comes to bodily harm or kidnapping. Neither of those occurred, but also, due to previous rulings after the Height Warm, right or wrong, a Little’s mental fortitude is weaker than a Bigs and therefore is easier to break. As such, Georgette cannot be prosecuted.” “Then we will appeal that decision,” Oppy said defiantly. Samantha only gripped my hand tighter. She had taken it after the initial ruling was said out loud. It was a little too tight for me, but I didn’t complain. She probably took it for my comfort, but at this point, I felt it was more for her own. “That’s well within your purview ma’am,” the advocate noted. “Knowing your reputation, I wouldn’t doubt it, but at this juncture, I can only wish you the best of luck. Maybe something will change in the courts, but for now, this is the ruling.” After that, the advocate and Oppy talked a little and the rest of us mulled about the ruling and I got several more apologies from the family. Each had expressed their guilt to me since the revelation of what happened occurred with Georgie, but today, they seemed more resigned than as defiant as before. “I’m sure we’ll get her next time,” Luna offered, but I could see that their tail and ears were slumped downward in sadness, and in all likelihood, doubt over their own words. While Harriet and Luna were talking to me, another crowd shuffled by, and one even hit a returning Samantha from the restroom. She had checked my diaper beforehand and noted that it likely could hold up until we got home. They had been upgraded again to be slightly thicker and definitely more absorbent. Due to their new Little classification, this now meant they were decorated with cartoon characters from one of the shows that I now actually enjoyed instead of the previous geometric shapes, but I just took it in stride. If nothing else, I was just glad that further embarrassing leaks were less likely… To me, it was now one less thing to worry about. Regardless, the hit by that particular person in the crowd spun Samantha a bit. I could tell she was a bit dazed and saddened by the ruling as well, but she immediately seemed to perk up. She almost called out to the individual that had hit her, but they had seemingly dissipated back into the crowd. Oddly, she then rushed over to us and motioned us to leave quickly. I just went along with everything and made sure to hold her hand as we navigated through the crowds. Once outside and to our cars through, Samantha stopped everyone and pulled her other hand out of her pocket. Inside it was a crumbled-up note. “What is that?” Harriet asked, looking down at the paper Samantha had just revealed to us. “The person that bumped me… it was a handoff…” Samantha said quietly. She then handed it to the group. It missed me, but Samantha quickly noticed and kept her voice quiet. “It’s about the hearing… it says we can prosecute Georgette further, but she’s being protected…” “What?” Oppy asked in disbelief. “What does that even mean? You think she’s an informant?” My mind quickly reeled and thought back to what she had informed me the last night. I had told everyone even, and while it seemed to cool tempers and ensure no physical harm would come to Georgette, they were still mad that she would agree to the deal from Franklin in the first place, hence why we were at court today. Still, her deal and her regret over her role with my further regression, at least to me, made the idea of her role as an informant seem less crazy. From what I could tell though, I seemed to be in the minority. “I don’t believe it,” Luna said adamantly, “and I don’t care. She tried to hurt Percy. There’s nothing more to it…” “Agreed…” Harriet said, her fists practically white knuckling from the rage I could tell she was holding back. She would have been a great hunter, but according to Samantha, she was already likely going to be one of the top new recruiters graduating this year. “I don’t think I would care even if she was helping the president.” “As much as I want to be non-violent…” Samantha continued, her rage just as visible, “I agree. She hurt a member of this family… she hurt Percy…” Oppy sighed heavily. “Maybe, but still, honey…” Oppy began, her wizened words punctuating through all the anger of the family right then. “I think it would be best to keep the note in mind. We might have some options open to us now, and you just never know when they could come in handy.” After that, tempers seemed to die down and it was agreed by all that we should all resign back to Oppy’s house as usual. There, everyone had either planned a small celebration, or a consolation get-together for me if the hearing didn’t go well. As Samantha buckled me into my car seat, I could definitely see that it was going to be a consolation party for everyone else as well. Arriving at the house, Samantha first went to change my diaper back in Chelsea’s still-present nursery. I guess I had been dribbling a bit for a while now as I was quickly declared as ‘soaked’ even through my new diapers. It was a bit embarrassing, but like other things, I was just grateful I wasn’t messy… yet. The consolation party then proceeded and there was just more discussion about everything that had happened in general. I heard conspiracy theories and rumors regarding just about everything, but I had just resigned myself to sitting on the playmat on the floor with both Chelsea and Ditzy and tuned them out. It was just easier that way sometimes. While we were at court, a neighbor that Oppy had known for years had been watching over the two. After Georgette, she was immediately let go as Oppy’s babysitter and she no longer even trusted the service she worked for. I could see the pain in Georgie’s eyes of her betrayal a few days later but considering that I only wanted to suck my thumb right then, I still couldn’t feel too bad for her. On a brighter note, while Ditzy was still drooling all over herself, Cheslea had been approved to once again grow up. The process was apparently grueling and even agonizing to a degree though. At one point, Oppy informed us that Cheslea was basically feeling that prickingly pins and needles sensation one gets after a body part of theirs had fallen asleep… except that it was happening in her brain. After looking it up one day when I just couldn’t find it in myself to watch another cartoon about a dancing bear, I found out that after even a single treatment, some had the mental capacity to then opt out of further treatments. It meant they would be in a state of regression in some ways for the rest of their lives, so Chelsea had been continually checked with to ensure she was still okay proceeding or if she wanted to stop. She never did, and if I had to take a guess, it was likely because with each treatment and awakening, a little part of her would come back if it could. “P… Per… Per-cee…” Chelsea said with difficulty. I stopped parading Nurple around for a moment and looked over to the former mighty Big. “I… I sowwy…” Her words hung in the air with a heaviness I still didn’t expect from the woman before me. For almost as long as I had been here, she was basically an infant in all manners of that word except for in her size. I had seen her run around and not wanting to get dressed, I had seen her coated in carrot puree, and I had even grown almost used to the idea of her just squatting and going whenever she had to. She still did that… well, because apparently, those muscles atrophied a bit much, but still, I was finding it hard to say anything back to her. “I… sowwy, Per-cee… I wassa bad Big to you…” she confessed. Again, I struggled with my words, but I managed to finally find a few. “It’s okay, Chelsea. I’m not mad at you… not anymore really.” Chelsea then oddly looked ashamed. I thought maybe she could use a diaper change, but she just looked back up at me and sighed. “Sammy nevuh told you… did she?” I wasn’t sure what she was referring to, so I shook my head. “She’s a good sistah…” She seemed to be heavily contemplating something, but like my Nurple, she pulled in her doll closer to her body. I guess after so many months of having it as an outlet of safety, happiness, and security, she still naturally gravitated to it more. “Back at da con… Sammy didn’t wan’ to take you at first…” Cheslea explained. “I changed her mind…” “Oh…” I wasn’t really sure how to act with this new information. Maybe I would have been upset six months ago, but now… Samantha had been one of my biggest allies and advocates here. Maybe if Judge Grossman had taken me instead, I would have felt differently, but I couldn’t really say I hated where I ended up… despite some of my more recent issues. “You did what most do around here,” I tried to explain to the struggling and still heavily mentally regressed Big before me. “You may have been an influence on her, but she still went along with it. I would be madder at her, but I forgave her a long time ago. I’m not sure if you saw all that though. It was when…” “I saw evwy…” she groaned and massage her mouth for a minute. “Sowwy… hard ta form words… I saw it all…” “Oh…” Chelsea didn’t say she had processed it all, but clearly, she could remember everything from it. I wonder if she felt shame for anything or if she had passed it off as a medical thing beyond her control and nothing else. The Chelsea I had first met of manicures, midriffs, and mimosas would have likely rather died than continue after all that if she remembered it. The Chelsea before me though, the one with diapers, a pink dress, and her hair now done in a ponytail and bow rather than pigtails… I wasn’t so sure about. I had been so focused on Chelsea that I hadn’t even noticed the family above us had stopped talking and was now looking and listening to us. “I didn’t know that, Chelse…” Samantha said glumly, shocking me a bit from her sudden statement. “Why didn’t you say anything to us before now… or even to Percy just today?” Chelsea looked down and seemed very ashamed. “I didn’t wan’ you all ta know… I was em… emba… embar…” “Embarrassed?” Oppy finally added to help her daughter out. Chelsea nodded quickly. “Yeah… you try rememberin’ all dat… I don’t think I’ll ever see a pool da same way again…” Oppy blushed and seemed filled with regret. “Sorry about that… I had instructions from the academy, Chelse… I would have taken you to Nana’s old cabin on the lake up north if I could… but it was part of your specialized protocol two…” Chelsea scooted over, a distinct crinkling echoing throughout the room and then nuzzled against her mom’s leg. It seemed pretty childish, but many online had noted that those recovering from protocol two, even if they opted for all the painful treatments, could still have lingering effects… years after or even permanently. “Iss okay, mommy… mom…” Chelsea quickly blushed, but Oppy only brushed her daughter’s hair gently and looked back at her with an expression I could only identify as care and love. “Thank you, honey. It means a lot to me for you to tell me that.” Their little moment lasted a little bit, but Chelsea then turned back to the rest of us who were just enjoying the tenderness of it all. “I wanna say sowwy to all you as well…” Everyone immediately tried to stop her, but she just held up her hand calmly. “Pwease… I wassa bwat…” She continued to blush at her mispronunciation. I couldn’t blame her, but I also remembered that only a little over a month ago, we were praising her for saying even single syllables to identify us by. “I took you all fo’ gwanted an’ dwagged you thwu so much… I… I’m sowwy…” She drooped her head in shame, but Harriet quickly spoke up. “It’s okay, Chelsea. You might have been all that back then and more even, but none of us are perfect.” She then paused and looked a bit saddened herself. “Especially me…” “You da bess!” Chelsea said in a clear effort to cheer her old friend up. They were closer in age, and I had found out that they were really only a few years apart at the academy. In fact, Chelsea might have even been punished more if she hadn’t been so fresh in the field. “I couldn’t say it befo’, but congwats on bein’ a recwuitah… Buh pwomise to juss be bettah dan me… or dis be you.” She then flipped up her dress and showed off her diaper underneath. We all laughed at that, but I could also tell that she was definitely still recovering. I knew Oppy would help her out like she did with everyone else. At the end of it all, I was still a little upset with her previous actions, but each day since the consolation party, I had felt that feeling recede even more. She was family and said sorry to me after all… that had to count for something. In the weeks that followed, February approached and then flew by faster than I ever could have thought possible. Samantha seemed determined to be packing for something and I feared another trip. Not that I would have to spend another session with Georgie, as Oppy wouldn’t take no for an answer when Samantha had tried to think of other options, but I knew I would have been genuinely lost without her by my side. The blanket she had given me was amazing and I felt it was one of the few reasons I didn’t crack by the end of my time with Georgie, but it was no substitute for the real deal. Still, my nerves played havoc, even as Samantha noted that she was only ‘being prepared.’ Two weeks into the month though, I was lying on the floor in Samantha’s office back at the academy. I was guest lecturing today, one of my final times actually, but I was still mournful over my new bracelet. Despite lecturing, being a Little here, I still required a wristband to be on academy grounds when not in daycare like the others. With a recent surge in Little desire, it became even more pressing now for my own safety. Still, the wristband was a reminder of two things. The first was that I was now rounding almost a full year since I had last seen Earth and come to this dimension where I received my first on my second day here. The con where all this had started felt so long ago now, particularly as I was now coloring on the floor in my caregiver’s office when a year ago, I was in an office of my own. Secondly though, was that after returning after my time with Georgie, my wristband now sported a single green stripe. It wasn’t the two that Ditzy had been given, but mine now matched Derek’s. I could still comfort myself in the fact that I didn’t have two, but it wasn’t much. Of course, Derek would now be classified with two stripes himself after his abuse of the Tabers milk. I truly wondered if I could even call him my friend now with his level of regression unfortunately, but again, I had one consolation with my friends; DB’s and Melley’s caregiver had finally and fully stopped with their dosages of the Tabers milk the other day unexpectedly. I soon found out why. Samantha had stepped out of the room briefly later that afternoon in between classes and I was back on the floor. The Bigs in class had asked some brutal questions, and I weathered them brilliantly in my own opinion, but now was my time to relax. I was even getting a little sleepy, but Samantha’s borrowed tablet helped stave off my exhaustion… for now. I was watching a Littles program dedicated to the animals of other countries when an ad soon came on. ‘Stupid ads even in this dimension…’ I tried to click away, but then quickly realized that it wasn’t an ad for any type of new soap or car. It was actually a news story being circulated around instead. “Breaking news…” the perky redheaded Big woman began to announce. “Tabers milk has been recalled completely from all markets after several incidents with Littles occurred last Tuesday.” My heart leapt for joy. I wasn’t sure if others would recover, but at least they wouldn’t be getting any worse. I wondered how Georgie and her father were doing and if I even had something to do with the recall. I listened intently to hear more. “According to insider sources and eye-witness testimony, the ingredients can be a substitute for a fast-acting regression serum. While many hailed this as a miracle, three Littles were critically injured when they wandered off from their caregivers after being unexpectedly and quickly regressed. All three are okay but authorities may seek…” “I don’t care, Tom! You can’t do this!” I heard Samantha shout from outside. I immediately dropped the tablet and rushed over to the door. Samantha sounded agitated but also a little frightened even. She was my caregiver, but I needed to protect her. As I neared the cracked open door though, I stopped briefly and began to debate with myself. ‘Samantha said to stay put… she said there are dangerous people out there and that I’m safer in here. This also seems personal maybe…ugh! What do I do?” My head flipped back and forth at least six times, enough for me to not hear the conversation outside, but I eventually decided to only listen in and maybe just take a peak or two. “… you have no choice, Sam,” Judge Grossman pointed out. “Well, she does,” Reddington noted, a sinister laugh at the back of his throat coming though. “She doesn’t have to like that outcome and some things will get broken, but she has a right to exercise that option.” “Sure, Red,” Samantha scoffed. “Lose any more of your precious hunters lately?” I heard him grumbling but his relative silence other than that was very telling. “That’s what I thought. Now, I did my part last month. I agreed to it. I did it. It was dirty and low, but we had a deal. One last job for you all and that was it.” “Well, we’re altering that deal, Sam,” Judge Frankling sneered back at her. “Or would you prefer that your activities in Europa get a little more light shined down on them? What would dear old Oppy say of what her daughter did?” he asked mockingly. “You leave her out of this!” I could hear the fear and anger start to build up in her tone. I grabbed Nurple from the floor and held him close. My thumb nearly itched I wanted to suck it so bad right now, but I frustratingly always seemed to sort of space out if I did though. All this was clearly too critical of information to submit to my stupid new urge, so I resisted and continued to listen in. “Then help us out,” Judge Grossman then offered, clearly the more level-headed of the group. “You do this for us… and we hold our end of the deal up. It’s very simple and even just a repeat of last year.” “But he’s different. I’m different…” Samantha paused for a moment. “Heck, you all even made sure my sister is different now. I don’t even have a partner anymore to go with me. How can I possibly pull off what you’re asking? Last time was a single Little each. Now you want four per recruiter?” “Exactly, Sam!” Reddington thundered. “I knew you could count. Wasn’t sure if your sister had rubbed a little off on you. She can count past four now, right?” “Quiet, Red!” Judge Franklin surprisingly fired back. I bolted to the crack in the door and looked out at the posse surrounding Samantha. I was half-expecting to see Reddington suddenly wallop the judge beside him, but instead, he just took a step back. “Good… now,” he turned back to Samantha, “this is why we want him to go along as well back to Earth.” ‘Oh no…’ “But he got hit by that tramp, Georgette…” Samantha tried to defend. “He’s not the same as a year ago. He might not make it back.” “Such a shame,” Judge Grossman said, actually sounding a little saddened over the news. “He’s stronger than you think though, Sam. Give him a chance, and besides, we only want him to advise you.” “But that’s betraying Earth!” Samantha shouted back. I even took a little step back from her displayed fury, but I managed to re-step back into place. “He knows now! I told you all that months ago and you didn’t care then, but now you should.” “And why should we care?” Franklin unapologetically asked. “He’s your problem over there. Keep him in line and then bring him back safe. What harm could Earth possibly do to him more than what’s already happened over here?” Samantha sighed. “If you weren’t such a high-born little priss, it would be a wonder you ever made judge…” Franklin seemed so stunned right then, that Samantha had just enough time to continue. “You idiots. This is Earth and now you want Percy to advise me on potential targets to take back here!” ‘I knew it!’ I didn’t want to have been right on my guess that they were talking about me, but there it was. ‘Earth… one year since…’ It was my home, and I was human, but I felt so conflicted. Having practically no family back there anymore, my connections were dwindling each day, or at least in comparison to the massive growth I was experiencing on this planet and dimension. At the same time though, I would always be from Earth. I would always be reminded of it even, so all this just felt like a massive burden. Samantha was clearly on my side, but it was hard not to feel that sometimes she was the only faculty member who actually was. In my moment of apprehension and conflict though at that door, suddenly, a moment of clarity washed over me. Perhaps it was a surge of emotions to defend the woman who was risking so much for me to remain free and out of the true reach of the academy, but maybe it was something more… primal… loving even. Whatever it was though, for Samantha’s sake, I knew I had to swallow my own fears or doubts right then, and listen back in. “There’s no gray area here,” she continued gallantly in my defense. It was hard not to care for her even more right then. “If he did this, he literally would be betraying his own kind. I mean, I know how I would feel about that, but how would you all feel?” The three looked at each other, but Reddington and Franklin just shrugged. “Your problem… not ours…” Judge Grossman acted differently though. “Pay no attention to them, Sam.” She scoffed. “You are right… they can be idiots sometimes.” I could see that Samantha was just as shocked as I was, but Grossman just continued. “Get him to see reason here. I mean, Georgette might have whacked him, but he’s still mentally there when it comes to these things. His lecture today showed me that if I didn’t know it already…” “You saw?” Samantha asked warily. Judge Grossman nodded her head. “I see most of them online via the web camera you have there for remote or sick students to view later. If this academy wants to interact with Earth more and even advise the government on the Little situation in the coming years, we need to know humans and those lectures are just perfect for that…” It was now Franklin’s and Reddington’s turns to seem shocked. “Still,” she continued, “I know it will be hard, but I’ve seen the burden he carries about knowing about protocol one. Tell him… hmmm…” she seemed to be thinking on the spot, but finally, I saw the light of an idea behind her eyes. “Tell him that he does this… you are both free… not even protocol one anymore. Forever…” Judge Franklin immediately seemed to try to protest her deal, but Grossman just held her hand up in defiance. It was so sudden that I thought she was about to slap him, but regardless, her quick gesture stopped him cold. “So, Sam, do we have a deal?” Samantha seemed hesitant once more, but ultimately nodded. “I’ll tell him that. It will help, but I can’t guarantee anything.” Franklin then seemed to get his nerve back. “Think of something, Sam. I don’t like this new deal, but you’re smart enough to convince Percy of anything and we need this surge of Littles from Earth. You can do this.” He then scoffed. “You know, it’s even one of the reasons we didn’t deny your sister’s regrow application or didn’t regress you on the spot originally.” Samantha seemed to a second to process it all, but just nodded and backed closer to the door. Fearing the conversation would end soon, I shuffled as quietly as I could back over to my tablet and brought up a game of popping balloons. It was honestly fun, but it was just loud enough to ensure that I couldn’t have heard of anything if someone else looked in, but also quiet enough that no one would be suspicious of the game just suddenly turning on. Soon, fortunately only Samantha wearily re-entered the room and looked over at me. For my part, I knew the burden she must be carrying then, so I just did my best to smile at her. She smiled back and eased down to the floor with me. She exhaled loudly. “Percy… you’ve been asking if I was leaving for another mission. I wasn’t sure I was, but I had my suspicions.” She sighed. “Well, now I know I’m going, but this time… there’s something different. This time…” “I’m coming along with you,” I interrupted. The shock on her face was priceless and worth my interruption alone, but I had my reasons for springing it on her. She was burdened enough, and I want to take the load off where I could. “I listened in… at the door… just a little…” “Oh?” Samantha questioned, almost as if she was finding out that I was confessing to eating a cookie from the jar in the kitchen I wasn’t supposed to. “I heard yelling… I wanted to help… I know I’m not supposed to leave the floor, but I heard the deal… so, I’ll go…” Samantha smiled but then seemed pained for a moment. “But Percy… it’s back to the con… the one where we met an all… so, are you sure? I can find a way around this.” She then began to panic and sputter out a whole bug-out idea. Apparently, she had been thinking about all this for a while. “We’ll get Oppy and everyone else. I heard Gaule is very liberal. We can go there. It’s beautiful and I even know a place where we can stay. Water, gardens, trees, picket fence… its all so wonderful and great and free. I actually saw it last month when I…” “Woah!” I said, reaching out to her and rubbing her leg to ease her obvious anxiety over this. From everything that had happened in the past year, it was actually quite the reverse of our positions for who was comforting who. “I’ll still go, Samantha. That deal is too promising to not take.” I then stood up defiantly and was about a second away from striking a superhero pose with my hands on my hips. “When do we leave?” Samantha giggled a little at first, but then immediately scooped me up and gave me a long cuddle. After everything that had been going on, I think it was exactly what we both needed right then. “Soon, baby. Soon…” We then stayed like that for a while. I wondered what she was thinking, but my own thoughts were very clear to me. Everything was being set up just how they wanted, and we were going back to where we had first met, and all this mess had started. “From what I knew, I no longer believed in just pure coincidences.” See, after finding out that Reddington had such an issue with our family and was the one to set up the con in the first place, I felt that the whole thing was a set up. Obvious choice to find willing Littles? Yes, but almost too obvious. To me, it felt like leading a bunch of lions to a buffet of zebra meat and then not expecting them to chow down. It was frankly hard for me not to imagine a scenario where any Big wouldn’t be tempted by everyone there rocking their onesies and padded posteriors. So, now going back to where it all began, I felt I could be forgiven for thinking that all this might have been a trap. It puzzled me though and I wondered how it would work this time. ‘Would I be getting a new brother or sister?’ I internally shook the thought out of my head. ‘No, idiot. There’s the whole one Little per Big rule, but then what if not that?’ I tried to think hard on it, but about the only thing I managed to do from all that mental straining was almost fill my diaper up right then and there. That was the last thing I wanted. I wasn’t sure when the next con would be and I wasn’t even sure what was happening, but right then I felt I should only have one goal in mind. Regardless of how I felt about Earth and being from there myself, I knew then I had to help Samantha in any way that I could. I had thought about it for a while now, but I was truly part of the family, and now, people in this academy were threatening it. It wouldn’t stand, so regardless of whether it was a trap or not, I knew I had to go help them with whatever I could. Something had to be done about the academy for sure, but for now, helping my family was my priority. So, with a sigh and a quiet suck of my thumb in resignation over what I had to do, I knew I didn’t know it all, but I at least knew one part of my future for sure now. Next stop; the convention.

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

If I wanted to be dry, I would use the Potty. Diapers are too expensive to not use them to their fullest potential so I like to wear my diaper until it can hold any more of my time clock for wearing comes to a close.

Thanks @Alex Bridges! Sorry for the delay in posting. You know… life. New chapter coming later today…

Woke up in my hotel bed in a wet NRU Str8up after the best sleep I have had in weeks! Go figure...at a Fairfield Inn no less, lol. Felt the urge to mess, but really had to strain to get it out, which I did. I showered and changed, and am now sitting in the lounge in the airport in a fresh and dry Rearz Daydreamerz enjoying an espresso martini!

I just finished my two baba's of formula and two jars of apple banana mixed cereal. Now doing tummy time on floor and pooping my diaper. WET AND MESSY THAT IS THE WAY I LIKE IT

My situation is pretty well aligned with @Little Sherri which is perhaps unsurprising as we both went in at around the same time. I can choose NOT to wear a nappy during the day but I don't have much of a cruise range. Once I've started peeing, I can't stop it. It's like I've forgotten how. I'm not incontinent but it's a lot more practical for me to stay in a nappy. At night, I sometimes wet the bed now and that will happen even if I do NOT wear a nappy (with predictably disastrous outcomes). I guess that IS a kind of incontinence. I will not "dribble" all day but I will typically "micro-pee" every 10 minutes or so but that's because I allow that to happen. I could choose not to but not letting pee happen that way can get uncomfortable quickly now. Those micro-pees will happen pretty much irrespective of what I'm doing: walking, driving, climbing a ladder, talking to somebody, it doesn't matter. I can "relax" to a state where I will semi-automatically dribble pee as though I was catheterised but generally speaking, standing up and moving around will cancel this.

Yes, I wish I could tell more of my friends and family and have it accepted. Unfortunately there are narrow minded people in this world (and in my family) that would find fault in it or may even misconstrue it as perverted or dirty. I have only trusted my spouse with my secret and He doesn't play along or truly accept it so I only wear when he is out of the house. Would I like to be able to: Openly discuss cool and new ABDL gear and Diapers ? Absolutely. Who doesn't like talking to people about common interests Be able to consensually and openly wear diapers or ABDL clothing around other people? Definitely. some of it is so comfy and cute. Have my diaper checked? Yes, please. It would be great if it could be done in public without alarming the media or crazy people. Be reminded to change or bring extra diapers with you No, I don't want to be reminded. I want some one to tell me its time for a diaper change and then have THEM change my diaper. Be reminded to bring extra diapers with me? Sure, I would be happy to pack my own diaper bag. Be able to share that I am an ABDL with others? If the world wasn't so full of judgmental people who think everything that isn't Vanilla is wrong, than I would be happy to share my ABDL desires with the world. Discuss what being an ABDL means to me: its a way of reliving my childhood, destressing from Adulthood, recapturing something I lost a long time ago and an all around comfort I don't find elsewhere in life. Other: I would love to find a ABDL vacation spot that would let me live out my fantasies of being a true AB for a week or weekend. I would love to be able to sleep in a crib and have my diapers checked and changed for me. To experience life as diaper dependent, bottle/pacifier sucking, cared for baby and meet other like minded individuals.

Thanks, fixed that. I think it is safe to say that her quest for pull-ups will take a while. But we've also only had one wet night so far.

I'm not trans. But it would be interesting to be a girl for a bay. But I would like to try toddler. Pre teen and teen for a day each

Power Girl from DC, including a non-diaper alt per the requester. Caught a cold and moving houses this week so expect posting to continue to be slow for a minute. Requests are open, post them in the comments or dm's.

Hey Reddy Thanks for sharing your journey with us over the last few weeks - I'm pretty awestruck by your decision and courage to carry it through. Hope everything turns out as you want it. And I must admit that I can't think of a more beautiful sight right now than you dribbling constantly and uncontrollably. One of many questions though it may be too early to answer; if you've followed the discussions about stents you may know that often the stent doesn't seem to work so well in bed at night, perhaps something to do with gravity and angles changing compared to being upright; I was wondering if you'd experienced something similar, i.e. waking up at night with the need to pee - or are you going straight through and waking up soaked?

Nightly bedwetter my whole life.

Best part is those nights I go to sleep in my thick pin on diapers, dry, then the total pleasure of waking up soaked in the morning.

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.

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-Four: Can We Borrow Later the same day, the girls were sitting around the common room. Some were doing homework while watching the television. Katie Ann, who had followed Daddie’s instructions as usual on weekends, did her homework Friday, so she had her ever-present book, which was still ‘On the Banks of Plum Creek.’ Claire asked, “Anyone have any Halloween plans?” “There is an annual Halloween event in Mountain, but it is more aimed at children, and where are we going to get one of those?” Holly, who is from Mountain, pointed out. Tiff’s head shot up. She looked at Katie Ann, who was still using her as a pillow and said, “Girls!” while pointing at the regressed teenager. Katie Ann could only blush. Claire asked, “Where are we going to get a costume for her? We are not exactly made out of money, and most of the good ones are probably gone.” Tiff remembered what outfits Katie told her the little girl wore the first time she met Owner. She just stared at Katie and slowly said, “Yeah, where are we going to get a costume,” before dragging Katie into Tiff’s room. The rest of the girls, clueless, could just stare at the now-closed door. Tiff grilled Katie Ann once the door was closed, “You wore a cat and a rag doll the first weekend you saw Adam. Both of those would be great costumes.” “Raggedy Ann, maybe, but I am not wearing the cat as a child. You don’t want to know where its tail goes. I also have a princess costume I got last month.” Katie Ann told her. Tiff pleaded with Katie to text, call, or message Adam to borrow an outfit for the event. Katie Ann pulled her phone out and called Daddie. After he picked it up, she said, “Hello, Daddie.” “You start to miss me already? I just dropped you off a few hours ago.” “The girls want to take a child to a Halloween event. Me!’ “I have a feeling this involves me somehow?” “Tiffany wants me to ask to borrow Raggedy Ann or the princess costume for the event.” “Is Tiffany there?” he asked, hearing a voice of affirmation, continuing, “hand the phone to her.” “Hi?” Tiffany meekly said as if she was talking to a great person. After verifying that Tiffany had a car, Daddie continued with, “You are welcome to come now to pick up a costume. I will even feed you. See if any of your cluster mates want to come, too. She should have shoes that work in her dorm room that will work for both. But you will have to pick up matching tights for her.” Tiffany thanked him for the offer and said she would have Katie tell him how many to expect. “Oh, Tiffany, one more thing.” “Yes?” “Katie Ann really needs a booster seat to ride in a car. Please stop on the way to pick one up, and I will reimburse you.” “Will do, see you later,” Tiffany said as she hung up the phone and handed it to Katie Ann. After leading Katie by the hand back into the common room, Tiff addressed the cluster as a whole, “The two of us are going to pick up a costume for Katie Ann. Does anyone want to join us? There are two more seats in the car. Free food had been offered.” Most of the gathered people said they had homework that must be done, but Allison jumped at the chance for free food and to really meet this person her roommate disappeared with every two weeks. Taking the phone from her bib pocket, she called Daddie and was going to tell him the requested information, but she didn’t get the chance. Tiffany, after taking the phone from her, did the talking for her, telling him two chicken meals after inquiring with Allison. The adoptive sisters left the dorm hand in hand, with Allison following behind them. Soon, they were by Tiff’s Neon. Katie was helped in the backseat, and then the bigger sister seatbelted her in, noticing that the shoulder strap went across the bottom of her sister’s chin. Katie expertly grabbed the shoulder strap and put it under her armpit to move it across her chest. Tiffany could only think that girl had done that a few times. Soon, the little girl was back in her library book to pass the time. They weren’t on the road a long time before Tiffany stopped at Target. Katie just looked confused. Allison had a knowing smile since she had been informed of the required stop. After telling the car that she would be back, Tiffany ran into the baby section. She looked at the selection in front of her. She really wanted to grab a five-point like she knew Adam had, but he had said booster. Taking a pink booster in the box, she paid for it with cash and made sure to keep the $32.81 receipt. Coming to the car, she opened Katie’s car door and helped her out. Noticing the booster, the little sister blushed. Now, on the booster, Tiffany noticed that the seat belt hit on her sister’s shoulder, not the chin anymore. Soon, they were back on the road, and Katie was back engrossed in her book. After they pulled into the driveway, Allison expressed, “DAMN, look at the size of this brick house,” which caused Tiffany to nod and the little girl in the back seat to just blush. Tiffany helped her sister out of the backseat, and all the girls went to the door. Katie tested the door handle, finding it unlocked. She just opened the door and went into the house as if she owned it. “Daddie, we are here,” she screamed. “Inside voice, Buttercup, in your bedroom,” came a disembodied voice from the stairs. The little regressed girl led the little group to her bedroom. Her two cluster mates went “Aww” after walking into the room. She noticed that Daddie had the rag doll and the princess costumes lying on her dollhouse bed when they walked into the room. Tiff mentioned while looking around, “Your room is adorable, sis. Oh, and you have a turret room, too. Everything is dollhouse themed, and the bottom half of the walls match, too.” Meanwhile, Ally was looking at the costumes on the bed and mentioned, “Does it matter which outfit we pick from her?” Tiff pointed out that there will be quite a lot of princesses at the event. Probably, the ragdoll will be a rarer costume there. Ally, on the other hand, pointed out the princess costume was cuter. While the two older girls, at least in physical appearance, discussed the costumes, Katie was just rocking on her rocking chair, hugging one of her stuffed animals. Once her sister won the debate with the rag doll outfit, the little group started to head downstairs for the promised food. Ally asked as they were leaving the room, “What is that padded table for, Mr. Olsen?” That question caused Tiff to start giggling out loud. Katie Ann's face had also turned red in response as Daddie squeezed the little girl's bottom. He told them, “Call me Adam, Allison, and it feels like I need to show you what that table is for right now anyway.” With that said, he picked up the little girl and strapped his daughter down. As he was getting the supplies out, Tiff asked if she could change her sister's bottom. The request caused the little girl’s face to get bright red again. After the bottom was changed, Adam let the regressed girl down, and the little group went downstairs to the parlour. As Katie was entertaining her college friends, the doorbell rang. She was told to answer it because he was busy in the kitchen. She answered it to find Stacy standing there, with an open mouth, to find her opening the door. “Hi, Sis, you missed me already?” Katie said to Stacy. Stacy shuddered, “What are you doing back here? Didn't Uncle Adam take you back to college already? I have an invitation that I am supposed to give to Uncle,” as she walked into the parlour. “I was taken back to college. I came back with my roommate and my big sister, not to be confused with my twin sister,” Katie answered while pointing out her college mates and giving their names. “You're still in the same clothes? You didn’t grow up, sis?” “Stac, I never change ‘til bedtime after I get back to college. Besides, I am not sure I am grown up right now. Tiff, how old am I right now?” “Seven, of course, little sister,” Tiff responded with a smirk. Daddie walked into the room, saying dinner was done and asking who was at the door. He addressed Stacy when he saw her standing there, “Hello Stacy, did you notice Katie was back and stopped by to say hi to your sister?” “No, I didn’t know she was here ‘til she opened the door. I have an invitation that Mommie says that I am to hand to you,” handing the paper to him. Daddie read the invitation and told her that Katie Ann would be there. After saying goodbye to her sister’s college mates and giving her sister a hug, she went back to her home. Daddie asked Tiff to help Katie into her high chair and for her to make sure the little girl was strapped in. After the little group was sitting around the table, Katie asked, “What is the invitation for, Daddie?” “Normally, I would refuse to provide that information, but I am sure your friends want to know too. You are invited to a Brownies event the next time you are here, Princess,” Daddie told them, as he sat plates of chicken and rice in front of each person, with his daughter’s plate set on her tray being a smaller portion. After the meal was done, Tiffany decided they had to head back to Mountain if Katie was going to make her bedtime in time. As they were walking to the car with the costume in hand, Daddie asked, “Tiffany, do you have a receipt for me?” Tiff handed him the receipt and received two twenties in return, and try as she might, she couldn’t get him to accept any change. She requested, “What do I do with the booster when we get back to college?” “It is Katie’s. I am sure she will need it again sometime,” he told her. Soon, the little Neon was headed southward towards Mountain, with the passenger in the backseat drifting asleep because of the darkness outside. Chapter Twenty-Five: Costume Winner Next Saturday saw a hive of activity in the cluster after an early dinner, with a majority of the girls getting ready for a Halloween party. Tiffany, in a Strawberry Shortcake costume, came across the cluster to see if Katie was ready in her rag doll costume that she had given her after they got back from dinner. She found her sister in the costume reading a book in the cluster, so she asked her, “What are you reading? Raggedy Ann?” “Macbeth for Literature, there is a lot of stuff I would rather read than Shakespeare,” Katie answered. “Let’s finish getting you dressed. So, the cluster can bring our star attraction to the event,” Tiff said as she was buttoning up the back of the costume. She continued by tying the sash for the pinafore before leading Katie to her room. Taking off the wig that was sitting loosely on the rag doll’s hair, she started to french braid the hair before pinning the tails out of the way. Tiff then attached the wig back to Katie’s hair before painting a face on her face. After she was helped up, she felt Tiff pat her bottom. “Are you going to be okay with not being padded? We don’t have any of them here,” Tiff asked. “The pull-ups will do,” Katie answered. With that discussion done, the two sisters headed back into the cluster where the rest of the group that was going was waiting. Tiff addressed the rest of the group, “Girls, remember Katie is seven today.” Claire, who was dressed up as a scarecrow, mumbled what she thought was quietly to herself, “Was she ever college age?” The group responded with voices of "good question," causing Claire to jump in surprise that her rhetorical question was heard. Tiffany, after taking Katie’s hand, said: “Lead on to the event, Holly.” With that cue, the little costumed group headed towards downtown Mountain. After they got to the town hall, Holly spoke to the person at the door, “9 adults and one child.” “How old is she?” “I believe seven.” “You want to enter her in the costume contest?” Holly looked at Tiff and got a nod of affirmative, so she responded with yes. “Nine fifty for admission and two fifty for the contest. I will need someone to fill out the forms for the young girl.” After Holly paid for the lot to enter, she was handed a stack of papers for the contest, which she gave to Tiff. The other eight, including Holly, entered the event to enjoy what little there was for adults. Tiff started to fill out a form that was in the papers that she got, occasionally looking at Katie while going hmm. After handing the form back to the lady at the door, she pinned a number to her little sister’s behind. “She is yours?” the lady asked Tiff. “She is my little sister,” which caused Katie to nod silently. “Let me see your ID. We need to fill out…” the lady paused and looked at the contest form, “... Katie’s security ID band.” After the lady was done, she handed the ID and a paper wristband back to Tiff. She instructed, “Put the band on her wrist. You will have to show that ID for her to leave this building. The costume parade and judging starts over there in about twenty minutes. I recommend dropping her off soon.” The lady pointed to the far corner where most of the kids were standing. After Tiffany put the paper band on Katie, the two headed towards the start of the parade. The ragdoll was checked in for the second-grade category, and she was told to stand where some other kids who looked to be around seven years old. After her big sister left, Katie just looked around the large event hall. There was a bouncy castle near her and a few carnival games next to it. She could see other activities spread around the hall. A girl standing next to her dressed as Alice interrupted her thoughts, “I like your outfit, Raggedy Ann. I am Laura.” “Thank you, Laura. I am Katie. You have a nice costume, too.” “It isn’t homemade like yours, you don’t go to my school, where do you go?” “Clearwater Elementary, I am here visiting my sister this weekend.” “Why is she here? Shouldn’t she be in Clearwater, too?” “She goes to Mountain College.” “Oh, makes sense, was she Strawberry Shortcake?” “Yes, she was. Oh, the younger kids are starting, Laura.” By the time the parade got to the second graders, Katie and Laura were becoming good friends. The parade snaked around the hall. As they went by one area, she heard a voice say, “Katie!” Turning towards the voice, she saw her cluster mates standing together in between camera flashes. “Who are those people with your sister?” Laura asked. “Her dorm mates,” Katie pointed out. They went a little further, and Laura’s name was shouted. Turning to the voice, it appeared that it was Laura’s parents with the required camera. She asked her new friend, “Your parents?” “Yes, my mama and papa.” Soon, they were at the judging stand. A lady said her number out loud, and she was asked to make a slow spin and then continue on with the parade. After the parade was over, Laura dragged Katie to the carnival games. As she was dragged by Tiffany, she just waved at her sister and followed her new friend to the games. After the two girls had their fun at the games, winning candy along the way, Katie was the one leading towards the bouncy castle this time. After they were done in the castle, Laura wanted to try bobbing for apples. “I will mess up my makeup if I do that. I will gladly watch, though,” the ragdoll pointed out. So that is precisely what the two girls did, with Katie giggling at Laura's attempts to get an apple. The regressed got lapped when the other girl finally got one, earning more candy for her attempt. After handing her new friend a towel to dry her face, the regressed girl led her new friend towards a bunch of donuts hanging on strings. She asked the lady staffing the game table, “What is the object of this game, Ma’am?” “To be the first to eat all your donut without any bits dropping to the floor with no hands.” Looking at Laura and getting a nod, she said, “We'd like to play it, Ma’am.” The lady had the two girls each stand under a hanging donut and adjusted the donut's height so the girls would have to stand on their toes to reach the top of the donut. She then took another ribbon and loosely tied the girls' hands behind their backs. After they were told to go, the two girls slowly but surely ate their donuts, with it being neck and neck between Laura and Katie. Laura actually won because the last sliver of Katie’s won the war with gravity and hit the floor. After undoing the ribbons around their wrists, Katie was handed a small bag of candy, and Laura was handed a larger bag. As they were heading to what looked like a tug of war, they heard from the loudspeaker, “I hope everyone had fun today. If the Boys and Girls can find their parents and gather around the stage, we will award the prizes earned today.” Katie and Laura headed towards the stage, finding Tiffany and her fellow cluster mates conveniently standing next to Laura’s parents as if they were discussing the two young girls. After handing her small collection of candy to Tiff, she continued talking to Laura, specifically the American Girl dolls discussion they started right before the donut contest. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Girls and Boys, may I have your attention,” a lady on the stage said into the mic. “We will start with the Baby category and progress up the ages to the Teenager category. Please stay around to the end for best of show and a few other prizes.” “Without further ado, let me present the third place for the baby - store-bought category, David Smith,” the lady continued. A lady carrying a small baby dressed as Dumbo walked up to the stage to connect the prize. “In second place, we have Ally Arthur.” Katie just tuned out the rest and continued her discussion with Laura. The two girls were busy quietly discussing whatever came to their mind when Katie felt someone kicking the back of her shoes. Someone must have got Laura's attention, too, because she jumped and turned to look at her parents. “In the best of first-grade category, we have Emily Kamp, with her Butterfly costume.” A young girl dressed as a butterfly came up to pick up her prize. “In our second grade - store-bought category in third place, we have Laura Schneider with her Alice costume.” Katie pushed her shocked friend towards the stage. After the prize was grabbed, the announcer continued with second place and first place for the second-grade store-bought category. “In our second grade - homemade category in third place, we have Katie Tee-gee-hoof in her Raggedy Ann costume,” the announcer said. Katie just rolled her eyes at the butchering of her last name. She headed to the stage to get an envelope and a third-place ribbon handed to her. The lady whispered to her as she was handing it to her, “Make sure you stay to the end prizes.” Handing the items to Tiff as she was getting a hug from her big sister, the two little girls continued to talk quietly as more prizes were handed out since they figured that as third place, they wouldn’t win a best-of-category award. “That concludes our categories. The next ten prizes were open to all children in the contest. We will start with our furthest-away prize. Usually, this prize requires us to get a map of the county to decide what address is further away, but not this year. The winner this year is from over an hour away from Clearwater. We have Katie Tee-gee-hoof,” the announcer said to a thunder of applause. Katie, busy in a discussion about Disney Princesses, missed her butchered name, but Tiffany had not. The older girl pushed her little sister towards the aisle. Blinking from the shock of finding herself in the aisle, she walked towards the stage to receive another envelope and a small plaque. They went on to award the youngest, oldest, most creative, funniest, scariest, most complicated, laziest, punniest, and best of show. Laura and Katie didn’t win any of those prizes. Katie was happy with the two prizes she won. She would have been happy with not winning a prize, too. “Thank you for taking part in our annual children’s Halloween contest and festival. We hope you all had a fun time. Can I have applause for all our games volunteers,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “and applause for all our contestants in our contest? ” That last bit got equally loud applause as the first applause. “Goodnight, everyone,” the lady concluded. After the two girls hugged goodbye, the nine college students led a tired little girl back to the dorm. Tiffany did have to check Katie out of the hall at one of the cops checking IDs and children’s wristbands before they could properly head to the dorm. Once back at the dorm, Tiffany took charge and got Katie ready for bed. She scrubbed her little sister's face first. It was well past ten by the time the regressed girl was tucked in her bed. ~o~O~o~ Sunday evening, while getting dinner at the food court, Katie was stopped by one of the cooks who looked very familiar. “I thought that was you, Katie … Laura enjoyed spending time with you at the Halloween event,” the cook said. She got a lump in her throat, realizing that if Laura’s mother worked in the food hall, she had seen her multiple times. The cook had to already know that the regressed girl was a college student. Slowly, she composed her statement, “Thank you, am I in trouble, Mrs. Schneider?” “No, from what I saw yesterday and previous times in this dining hall, I’m not sure if you are a college student. Your appearance today wouldn’t give anyone questions if I told them that you are seven. You appear outward as a school-age girl while getting a college education. Also, your good manners could rub off on Laura next time you two are together.” “Next time?!?!” “You don’t want to see your new friend again?” “I didn’t say that, Ma’am. A return visit would require a backstory as to why I am back in town instead of at the elementary school that I technically haven’t gone to for longer than my supposedly seven years of age.” “There is always being honest,” Mrs. Schneider suggested. “That I am both seven and nineteen?” “Is that how you see yourself?” “I feel more like seven years old than the nineteen that I really am, except when I am in class or doing homework.” “I will let her know I saw you, and you are still a cutie out of costume. I will let you get back to your dinner.” With a red face, Katie said, “Thank you, Ma’am.” After taking her tray of food to her cluster table, the girls started to grill the regressed girl. “Was that Laura’s Mother you were talking to Katie?” Holly asked. After giving a nod of affirmation, Katie was quizzed by her big sister if that was going to cause a problem. “I'm not sure. She didn’t seem upset. She did want to set up a playdate with Laura.” Tiffany just giggled, “You are going to have a nice collection of friends your age with Stacy and Laura.” Blushing, Katie just nodded and dug into her food.

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.

Yep stress testing diapers is important, every brand and model is different an will fail in new and surprising ways. I imagine your constant drip will make leaks less likely as the diapers are able to absorb your urine over time. You might even get away with pull ups to be honest, I wear pull ups (northshore go supreme or abena) at work and they're super discreet. You might even be able to use a bladder protection pad like double stop or dynadry if you don't mind changing more often. As long as I leak often and little and change when I need to (every couple hours) they're pretty decent. I'm sure you'll learn what works for you. Obviously I love diapers and prefer a thick diaper whenever possible but part of being an incontinent person is adapting to the situation.

It's great coming back to these awesome stories. I wonder if we'll ever hear about the dynamic with Mama and Dada (Mama's boyfriend)? And how much fun that was for Jackie!

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

Chapter 91: Twinning I DIDN’T NEED a wardrobe change, but I figured a bathroom break was a good idea. I followed Beth back, and Gary ended up helping me out of the diaper and back in it afterward. Beth was in Isabella’s hands then as they styled her hair to match mine as closely as possible. The dress I wore looked identical to hers, just a smaller size. Both fell to just below our knees, which was unusually long of a dress for an adopted and babied Little. I realized they must have done a cut on Beth’s hair, too, so we matched even there. “You all cut her hair?” I asked Gary as I waited for them to finish. “Will we have to reshoot the other scenes she’s been in?” He shook his head, “She had her hair in pigtails for those, so other than the bangs, you can see nothing different there. It’s been a few days in time since her problem at the daycare. From a continuity perspective, it’s very possible she got a haircut. We’ll just go with it.” I nodded and felt a little more uneasy about the whole thing. “Carly?” I heard. “We’re going to begin filming while they finish with Beth.” Sebastian’s voice came over an intercom in the wardrobe area. “Wardrobe, heard,” Gary called back. “Time to skidaddle?” he smiled at me. I walked up to Charlotte, and she picked me up and stood outside the ‘door’ in the receptionist area. Ava scurried over and brought a pacifier she gently placed inside my mouth. I gave it a hesitant bite and a suckle, surprised by how comfortable it was inside my mouth and fearing it could be one of those inflating pacifiers I’d seen being used. Across from the door was a counter. The side wall showed a door to the daycare, and then the wall to the other side was open for cameras. “Quiet on the set!!!” we heard a moment later before “Action!” was called, and Charlotte entered the door. Charlotte walked up to where Amelia seemed to be chewing gum and working on the computer. “Well, hello there, Miss Ingels! I didn’t know you had another baby girl?” She stood up and greeted us, “She’s so adorable!!!” Charlotte bounced me up and down lightly and ran a hand through my hair before saying, “Well, baby Brianna just joined the family this morning! She’s actually a bit of a surprise for Callie?” Amelia said, “Oh?” with a smile, “She doesn’t know yet?” She almost squealed with glee. “Not yet!” she bounced me again and said, “I’m hoping maybe Brianna can help Callie get the hang of the big girl potty?” “Aww! We have a new buddy, huh?” I knew the script called for Charlotte to blush, but I wasn’t supposed to look at her. I found myself leaning my head on her shoulder as I sucked on the pacifier, though she said, “Yeah.” Amelia squealed, “Let me get little Miss Callie up here to meet her! I love seeing families grow!” Charlotte set me on my feet, and I heard, “Cut!” “How was that?” I asked. “Great, your lines were perfect,” Charlotte joked. “Actually, I loved it when you leaned into Sarah there!” Sebastian said. “Charlotte, did you have any issues? Honestly, I’m okay with that take right now?” “I am, but why don’t we do it again one more time just for safety’s sake. It’s a short scene…” She ran her hand back through my hair again, “Actually… Amelia, you’re not an acting major, but you come across with great instincts. How about we toss the script away and reshoot it without it?” “Huh?” She asked. “Kelly wrote some okay lines, but I think we could do better?” “Okay?” “And you,” she said, “I don’t want you silent the whole time. Callie isn’t going to come out with a pacifier in her mouth right then, so let’s have you without yours, and you actually respond to something?” I shrugged, “Okay? Respond how?” “However you feel in the moment?” Charlotte said. “We may never use this footage, or it may, in fact, be the best thing we shoot?” I nodded at that, “Okay.” “Places!” Sebastian said. Charlotte picked me up, placed me on her hip, and put the pacifier I’d been using in the hands of another crew member. “Let’s try this again,” she said with a smile. The call to action came, and we walked through the doors with me on her hip. “Well, hello, Miss Ingels! And who might this adorable princess be?” She smiled. Charlotte bounced me up and down, “Well, tell her what your name is, sweetie?” I leaned in on her body and said, “Brianna,” quietly. “Oh my, what a beautiful name for such a pretty little girl!” She said with a smile. “And how old are you?” “Twenty-four,” I said. “Oh my gosh! Twenty-four months?!? You’re almost two years old?!?” I blushed at that, even as she reached across the counter and booped my nose. “That’s great! You’re big enough to come here now!” she smiled. Charlotte laughed at that, “Almost, but not quite yet. Maybe in a couple months.” “I didn’t know you had adopted?” Amelia asked. “Just adopted this little princess today!” “Oh my gosh! Congratulations!!! I’m sure Callie will be so excited to have a baby sister!” Charlotte squeezed me tighter, “Well, hopefully, she’ll also be excited to learn how to use the potty with her.” “Oh…” Amelia forced her eyes open. “Do we have a new buddy joining us to help Miss Callie?” “That’s the plan,” Charlotte said. “And she doesn’t know she’s getting a new baby sister?” “Nope, it’s a surprise!” “Oh my gosh! I’ll get them to bring her down so they can meet. I’m going to make sure I can record it, though! I can’t wait to see how excited she gets!!!” “I just hope she gets excited about using the potty,” Charlotte said almost under her breath. “Cut!” I heard Sebastian say. “What did you think?” Charlotte asked. “Much better, that’s what we’ll use!” Sebastian said. “I agree,” Will added. “Is Beth ready?” Sebastian asked over the intercom. “On her way, sorry, the hair took longer to sort out than I expected.” I turned towards the wardrobe area and saw Beth step out wearing the nearly identical dress. The diaper she wore was covered by the skirt, but you could tell by the waddle and the faint crinkling as she drew nearer that a diaper was worn underneath. Anyone seeing us would be sure they saw a pair of sisters. ‘They’d probably think the baby sister was so happy to look just like big sis!’ I thought. “Okay, I know I shouldn’t say this, but you both look absolutely adorable together!” Amelia said. “No, you probably shouldn’t,” Sebastian agreed. “They do look cute, though; it will play well on the camera. Let’s get this show back rolling, everyone. I’m sure Carly would like to return to her normal self as soon as possible, and I’m sure Beth would like to have her hair fixed back to normal, too! Places everyone!” We both nodded and agreed and took our places. When we began filming again, Charlotte placed me on my feet on the ground beside her. The door opened, and a blur ran past, “Mommy!!!!!” Beth said as she ran happily to Charlotte. Charlotte picked her up and said, “Hi, Princess! Did you have a good day?” “Uh-huh!” She said, “We played house today! I got to be the mommy!” “You’ll have to tell me all about it on the way home, but first, I have someone I want you to meet!” Charlotte placed Beth down on the ground to look at me now. Beth said, “Who are you? You look just like me!” I fidgeted but waved and said, “Hi, Callie, I’m Brianna.” “She looks like you too, mommy!” Beth said. Charlotte knelt beside us, placing a comforting arm around each of our shoulders. “Well, she should, sweetie, because she’s your new sister!” Beth, Charlotte, and I had practiced this a little off to the side, and Charlotte had insisted Beth wait about four seconds longer than she thought she should. While she reached that count, Charlotte and I watched her, holding our breath, seemingly waiting to see if a bomb was about to explode. Finally, she began jumping up and down like a little kid with too much sugar in their blood, “Yay!!! I have a sister!!!!!” We were both held in an embrace for a few moments before she ran her hands over her face, then down our backs comfortingly, before she scooped us both up into her arms and held us on either side of her body. “I never had a chance to look at the TykeCare App. Did Callie try to use the potty at all today?” Amelia moved back to a tablet and pressed on it for a second. I knew the screen displayed the stat for Callie for the hours she’d been there. “No, she’s had three wet diapers and one poopie, but no potty tries. In her room, we don’t exactly encourage any, though?” Charlotte sighed, squeezed us both, and then replied to Amelia, “I know they’re more focused on baby care; just checking. I need to get these two girls home, feed them dinner, and let them play a bit before night-night time. We probably won’t return with them until my maternity leave ends.” “Sounds good! Oh, and I’ll email you here in a bit,” she waved her phone. “Bye-bye, Brianna! You’re going to love your new mommy and sister!” “Bye-bye!” Beth said even as we turned to leave out the door. “Cut!!!” BETH SIGHED FROM her perch in Charlotte’s arms as she asked, “Can we be put down for a moment?” Charlotte laughed, “Sure, Beth, my arms will appreciate it too!” Beth was grateful to be on her feet as Sebastian approached the trio. “So?” She asked him. “It honestly was probably better than anything the other groups will do…” Sebastian said. “Which means not good enough?” Charlotte laughed. “Okay, what do we need to do differently?” “Well, first, I think we need to get a couple of the HoloWorkers to watch the meeting and add some ‘awws’ to the mix in the background?” Charlotte nodded, “Yeah, I think this would be too cute to miss.” “I think you also need to just hug Beth on the floor, don’t stand up with her. It was a little awkward with the cameras refocusing on the two?” “Speaking of that, Sebastian, if we’re doing this again, I need five minutes to readjust the cameras?” “Go for it!” He told him. Sebastian looked thoughtful then. “Well, I have a note for what I saw,” Charlotte said. “Carly, you looked way too comfortable when Beth hugged you. Let’s get some awkwardness? Can you make yourself stiff as a board when she hugs you?” “Sure…?” Connor said. ‘Carly…’ Beth yelled at herself. Nothing in the last few hours had done anything to make Beth think ‘Connor’ was unhappy about being changed into ‘Carly.’ If anything, she seemed more relaxed? “Beth, let’s get you a stuffed animal to hold when you run out. I know the script called for Brianna to have a pacifier here, but I don’t want them in the way when she talks. Same for you…” “I’ve got a spare stuffed rabbit in the back?” Ben said. “We grabbed a bargain bin of things from Professor Wyler this week?” “Perfect!” Sebastian said. “Okay then, reset, and we’ll do this again!” Beth sighed but did everything she could to hopefully make it just one more take! Unfortunately, it took three more, and she was dying to use the restroom when they were done. She must not have been the only one because Charlotte and Sebastian had everyone take a break for lunch then. She’d enlisted Charlotte’s help to get her and Connor out of the diapers so they could both use the potty and then joined them for lunch. Throughout the day, Nikki had done her best just to blend into the background. She was always watching, but if Beth didn’t know who she was, she might have thought she was a random AI character. They had been going for seven hours at this point, and she was beginning to feel a little sympathy for the salaries her favorite actresses like Charlotte made! When they resumed filming, they breezed through several scenes with fewer takes per scene than they had been doing. Beth wasn’t sure if that was impatience to be done or just that Sebastian and Charlotte really felt like they were less important. The unfortunate part of them breezing through some less traumatic scenes was that they were also closing in on the worst of them rather quickly! They had just been filmed climbing the staircase to the playroom with Beth pulling Carly along and stopping.” “Okay, this scene will take a bit more setup time here,” Will told Sebastian. “We need to get both girls loaded with PooPloders now.” “Gary?” Sebastian called out. “On it, Seb!” Gary said and then pulled us both into the wardrobe area. Beth had been through the process before, but this would be Connor… Carly’s first time. Gary seemed to be thinking the same thing, “Beth, you want to hit the restroom, and then we’ll get you loaded first?” She nodded, “Probably a good idea!” He smiled down at her, knelt at her level, pulled the tapes loose, and patted her on the shoulder. Go ahead!” Beth wished it was that simple right then, but she had to do a bit of gymnastics with the body suit to keep it out of the way to pee. Even then, a single drop didn’t entirely wipe off when she wiped, making her blush! Carly switched places with her in the bathroom while Gary picked her up and placed a diaper underneath her bottom. “Just a heads up, this one will be a little bit more than the one we used before.” “Why?” She asked. “We need it to look both wet and poopy; we’re also going for a little bigger mess for the cameras?” She sighed, “Got it. Hopefully, we can do this scene once!” He laughed, “Don’t hope too much; it’ll cause it to be fifteen times!” “Bite your tongue…” she told him a little more tersely than he probably deserved. Carly exited the bathroom right as he held the PooPloder in his hand. “What exactly is it?” she asked Gary. Embarrassingly, he stopped doing what he was doing and showed the device to her. “This part will spray a special vapor that will react with the diaper’s absorbent core and make it look like a full bladder of fluid has been released into the diaper. We’re also going to pre-spray this diaper with some of that because Callie definitely wouldn’t last from her last daycare change through then without going a little pee-pee.” It was good that Carly was on the ground; she couldn’t see Beth turning redder than a fire truck right then! “And the other side?” “That’s the poopy side, we place each about where they would come out on the bodysuit, and then it means it looks like a convincingly loaded diaper.” “What’s the fake poop feel like?” Connor asked. “Sticky horrible goop,” Beth sighed. “Let’s get her taken care of, then we’ll get you set, and then you’ll get to figure it out yourself in a few minutes,” Gary said with a bit of a chuckle. “I agree with Beth, though; it’s pretty horrible. The only positive thing is it doesn’t smell.” Beth sat as still as she could as Gary pressed the PooPloder against her bodysuit, and it stuck in place. It was horrifying to be touched there, but she at least knew from the past week that Gary had no desire for anything she had. ‘And I think he’s a good enough guy to keep it professional anyway,’ she had to admit. He was very gentle as he taped the new diaper shut, and she realized it was already treated and expanded from the fake urine. “Eew,” she said. “Sorry,” Gary said. “At least it’s not water or something we poured down there? Or the old days when they would pump you full of fluid and hope you peed when they needed you to?” He had taped the trigger button for her unit inside her palm and covered it with some SkinSync makeup that hid it. “You’re not making this any better,” she told him as he lifted her and sat her on the floor. He laughed good-naturedly then and picked up Carly, standing her on the table first. “Okay, I mentioned I wanted to make sure we just had you wear the diaper earlier so you didn’t have any strikes, but a set of undergarments has to be under this to stick to it. Pull this up your waist,” he said to her. Beth saw what looked like a body shaper handed to her. It was a dead ringer for her skin color, and once it was in place, it looked like she was still naked unless you looked closely. ‘Like mine,’ she admitted. With that, she was pushed onto her back like Beth had been, and Gary started to apply the PooPloder. “Umm…” Carly said as Gary began. “Yes?” “Does it have to be you who does this?” “Pretty much?” Gary paused, “Why?” “I’m just… it feels…” “Violating?” He asked. Carly nodded, and Beth felt her own nod. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! I am looking for the requisite likes to post on Sunday! I most likely won't have a third bonus chapter this week. After this week I'm hoping to get into a bit more serious of a rhythm of writing again. I'm working on Chapter 108 right now, so I definitely will make it to a full year of posting every week here a few weeks! (First time I've not had a bit of downtime at least at some point!) Thanks again for reading my works! Please consider purchasing a copy of my completed works from Amazon if you enjoy them! Having a small source of extra income there helps me keep the spare time to write for you all! https://www.amazon.com/author/babysofia

Another chapter that really is "not for the faint of heart." I'm guessing that somebody betrayed Ian, and that guy is going to have a very bad day when he finally ties all the pieces together. And Vickie? Wow! She's going all out baby. Is it all an act, or is this for real? Can't wait for the next chapter.

Of course getting a bike wasn't going to be simple for Sam. When is anything simple for her? Once the friends get underway Sam is given plenty of time to appreciate the view and think about her complicated feelings. --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam had a lot on her mind. For once she wasn’t thinking about the diaper rubbing against the inside of her thighs, instead she couldn’t stop thinking about the sudden surge of feelings she had felt towards Nina. She was more confused than ever before. It was fortunately not a long walk to the bike area. A large warehouse sized building with a translucent ceiling that let a lot of light in. There was a small shop selling bike accessories and things off to the side but most of the floor space was just covered with bicycles. Sam looked around in awe, she had never seen so many bikes in one place and the air was filled with bells ringing and the sound of maintenance being done. There was a small desk with a Midforest employee stood behind it. He seemed to be checking some bike locks as the women approached him. “Hello. Picking up?” The man asked. “Yes. We reserved some bikes under the name Christine Walker.” Chrissy said. “Uh huh.” The man entered the details on the tablet on the desk, “OK, just bear with me for a minute.” The employee walked away leaving the girls to wait. There was no shortage of things to see. Sam found all the people wandering around with different types of bikes interesting. There was a lot of movement and colour. Amy, meanwhile, was looking through her guidebook and excitedly telling the others what they might see. Her enthusiasm was contagious, she was normally very reserved so to see her so chipper about something made Sam happy. “OK, we have three mountain bikes.” The man replied as he came back. Sam immediately felt her good mood faltering. Every single time there was a problem it always worked out worse for her and she had to think this was going to be no exception. The man lined up the three bikes and helmets and then checked his terminal again. “We have the four adult bikes booked but I see you a have a kid with you. Let me just check something.” The man walked away again before anyone could correct him. Sam blushed again. She didn’t blame him, she looked more childish than ever she was sure. The other girls looked and gave “what can you do?” kind of shrugs. They waited anxiously until the man came back again. “I’m afraid we don’t have any children’s bikes available.” The man said as he scrolled on the screen, “You must’ve made a mistake on the booking because there’s no way she could use an adult bike. Let me see… We have two option as far as I can see. We have… tricycles or the trailer.” As if to show what the trailer was someone walked past with a bike that had a small pod attached to the back. At the end of a little metal attachment was a child seat with restraints, there were two wheels, one on either side, and a transparent canopy that covered the whole thing from the elements. Sam had seen children riding around in these little trailers on preceding days with their parents cycling and pulling them along. “But Sam is an adult.” Chrissy said with frustration, “Why are none of you people ready for a smaller than average adult!? I swear I’m going to report Midforest to…” “Chrissy.” Sam sighed, “He’s right. I can’t ride one of those bikes… I mean, it’s just basic physics. I wouldn’t reach the pedals.” The employee looked a little bewildered. It was hard to tell if Chrissy’s sudden anger or Sam talking and actually proving she wasn’t a baby was more confusing to him. Sam looked at one of the nearby tricycles. There was no doubt they were primarily for children. “It might be hard to keep up on the trail.” Nina said as she followed Sam’s gaze to the three wheeled bike. Sam had to agree. The trail was going to be over a lot of uneven ground with loose surfaces and probably some steep hills, it didn’t seem like the tricycle was built to be taken off the tarmacked areas. “I’m… I’m sorry, ma’am.” The man was looking down at Sam. She could see he was struggling with the familiar internal battle of looking at someone who appeared to be a child but wasn’t, “Did I hear you’re all going out on a trail?” “Yes.” Sam replied. “The tricycles will struggle with that.” The man said, confirming Sam’s suspicions, “It doesn’t have the gears of a regular bike and the steeper hills will be a big problem if nothing else.” “Which means…” Sam looked at a nearby trailer. It was clearly the only option. “If you don’t want to do it no one will make you.” Nina said quietly. “We’ll take the trailer.” Sam said. She put on a brave smile. Chrissy didn’t look happy that Sam was being treated differently but she signed the forms and everyone started walking out with their bikes. One of them had the trailer attached and that was the one that Amy was pushing. Sam followed the others out. Already her thighs were getting annoyed about the thick padding between them, privately she thought getting to sit down the whole time on this trail was probably a good thing. “Alright, Sam, if you want to hop in we…” Amy started. “Is it… Would it be OK if Nina was the one on this bike?” Sam asked as she placed a hand on the tire of the bicycle that was attached to the trailer. “Why?” Amy asked, “I mean, it’s not a problem, I’m just wondering if there’s a reason.” “Nina’s the fittest.” Sam said logically, “I know I’m light but I’m still extra weight.” “Makes sense to me.” Chrissy said, “Leaves you free to do some cool tricks, Amy. I bet you could do an awesome wheelie.” Everyone laughed. As Sam looked at the trailer that was to be her method of transport. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nina looking at her curiously. The truth was that Nina was the fittest of the four of them, she had run track in high school, but there were other reasons that Sam chose her roommate to be the one attached to her. “Need some help?” Nina asked when Sam looked over. “Just with the straps I think.” Sam replied. “Ah, good thinking.” Nina said as she crouched down next to the trailer, “Seat belts save lives. When we get into a fifteen bicycle pile-up you’ll be nice and safe.” Sam laughed perhaps a little too hard. Her cheeks went a little pink as she started climbing into the trailer. It wasn’t the easiest thing to get into like this and after getting her foot caught on the corner she started to fall backwards. Her arms swung around as she tried to stay up but she was going down until she felt two hands catch her. One was on her back and the other was resting square on the rear of her diaper. Sam’s eyes flew open as she was helped to get upright by Nina’s hands pressing against her. She turned and sat down in the seat with a face as red as the trailer base. Nina’s face seemed to be similarly red. She didn’t say anything as she reached in and helped Sam with the straps. As the straps were tightened Sam felt herself getting pushed back against the seat. The way the bottom of the safety seat curved meant that Sam sunk into it and her clearly padded crotch was pushed out slightly in front of her, her legs hung uselessly over the lip of the seat. She hadn’t realised just how much like a baby she was going to feel when sat down like this. She was very much reminded of a child’s seat in a car. “Alright?” Nina asked nervously, “Everything OK?” Sam nodded her head and Nina smiled. Reached over to the zip on the clear plastic canopy and brought it all the way round. It suddenly seemed like Sam was in her own little bubble. Sound became a bit muffled but she could see everything. What she didn’t like to see was other people looking in at her and waving as if she was a child. She could hardly blame their assumptions but it still made her grumpy. “Everyone ready?” Chrissy asked from nearby as she sat on her saddle, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Sam heard Nina laugh as she hopped over the frame of the bike and sat down. A second later Sam felt a jolt as they started to move. All of a sudden she felt a lot less happy about her position as she gripped the sides of her safety seat. It was strange to be pulled along like this without any control over her speed or direction. The group cycled along the tarmac roads past the adventure course and the main plaza. Sam shifted awkwardly in her seat, she was quickly finding that these restraints were no joke as she could barely lean forwards at all. Just to find out if she could she tried to call out for Nina’s attention but it seemed like she couldn’t be heard. The combination of the other girls talking, the canopy and the sounds of tires crunching on gravel parts of the road seemed to drown out Sam’s small high-pitched voice. After passing most of the more populated areas of Midforest (and Chrissy nearly fell off her bike after an ill-conceived attempt at a “trick”) the group came to a small opening that led into the forest. Amy checked the signs and her map and then excitedly clapped her hands. She led the way on to the trail. Sam immediately noticed that the trail was harder for her friends to cycle than the flat tarmac had been. The loose gravel path rapidly rose and fell and there were many bumps. Sam could tell Nina was having to work hard with the extra weight attached to her bike, she was frequently rising out of the saddle to try and peddle harder to keep up. Every time Nina lifted up Sam couldn’t help but stare at her butt. It looked just fantastic under Nina’s pants. This was an unusual sensation for Sam to say the least. She’d never found herself attracted to anyone much. Amy, who was well-researched on topics like sexuality, suggested Sam might be demi-sexual. Sam had to look up what that meant and found out that it was, essentially, a descriptor for a person that only experienced sexual feelings for someone after developing a close bond with them. In other words Sam didn’t fancy people because of how they looked or if they seemed nice, she had to have an emotional attachment first. Was that what was happening now? Did Sam actually have a crush on her best friend? Sam tried to think logically about everything. She had always kept walls up so other people didn’t get too close. She was obsessed with not being seen as less than an adult, she never let anyone see her naked or even mostly undressed but in the last few days it had all changed. Nina had seen Sam at her most vulnerable and embarrassed but she still stood by her. “Guys! We should stop here!” Amy shouted, “It’s beautiful and we’ll be able to see herons, kingfishers and…” “Alright, we get it.” Chrissy said as she skidded to a stop, “I could use a breather.” Nina slowed and then finally stopped. Sam had been lost in thought but as she now looked around she agreed the scenery was stunning. This section of the path was winding up the side of a hill with the lush forest on one side and on the other a large beautiful looking lake. There was near silence apart from the four girls. “Um, guys?” Sam said after half a minute. “Oh crap!” Nina quickly said as she hurried over. Sam’s three friends had been walking over to the edge of the path to look down to the lake and seemingly forgetting that Sam was strapped into her seat. Nina hurried over and unzipped the canopy as she muttered apologies. Sam found it hard to look at her friend for reasons that had nothing to do with her diaper. With the straps removed Sam still couldn’t get out of the deep seat without help. Nina took both her hands and helped pull her up. Once Sam was standing she held on for just a second longer than she had to. Sam hopped down from the trailer and went to the others to look at the lake. Amy already had her binoculars out and was urgently scanning the edge of the water for wildlife. “It’s beautiful.” Sam said as she stood on tip-toes to see over the low hedge at the side of the road. “Here. Let me help you.” Nina said. “You really don’t…” Sam started. Sam felt Nina’s hands take hold of her and she was suddenly lifted off the ground. Sam’s eyes were wide open as she was lifted all the way up to sit on Nina’s shoulders. Her hands wrapped around Nina’s forehead to keep herself stable. She had to admit the view was even more beautiful from this elevated viewpoint and she looked around at the scenery with a smile. Even though the hefty diaper between her legs was pressing against the back of Nina’s head she felt only a little embarrassed. “Are you feeling alright?” Chrissy asked suddenly. “Huh?” Sam looked around to where Chrissy was frowning and holding up her bike. “You normally HATE people picking you up.” Chrissy said accurately. Sam couldn’t respond. It was true, she actively avoided it in all situations even if it meant she had to struggle or find some way to climb up to where she needed to go. She hated to even ask for help yet alone ask to be lifted up. Now she was sitting on Nina’s shoulders without a care in the world. Her face went red, she didn’t know what to say. “She just wanted to see the view.” Nina said, “Do you have a better idea?” Chrissy shrugged and turned away to look at the view again. Sam saw her head quickly turn to look at Sam one more time before she let the subject drop. Sam was grateful for Nina’s intervention. The truth of why she was happy to let Nina pick her up wasn’t something she was fully prepared to admit to herself yet alone other people. “Ooh, look!” Amy excitedly pointed across the lake, “It’s an osprey!” Without binoculars all Sam could see was a small bird gliding fast over the water. She watched it get lower and lower until the bird’s legs stuck out in front of its head and it made contact with the surface. A few seconds later it started laboriously flapping its wings and when it rose up it had a fish in its talons. Amy squealed excitedly as she followed the osprey’s progress back amongst the trees. “Cool.” Chrissy nodded her head appreciatively. “That was amazing!” Amy smiled widely as she lowered her binoculars, “Wait… what are you doing up there?” Somehow Amy had been so absorbed in watching the lake and the animals she had completely missed what was happening with Sam. She was frowning in confusion exactly the same way Chrissy had been. “It doesn’t matter.” Nina said, “We should probably move on anyway.” Nina crouched down and allowed Sam to carefully lower herself to the ground. Almost as soon as her feet touched the earth she felt a rumble in her belly. That was ominous but there was little she could do right there and then. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting from Chrissy and Amy as she was helped back into her trailer. “Thank you.” Sam said as the straps were done up. “You’d have done the same for me.” Nina said with a smile. “I don’t know if sitting on my shoulders would be all that useful to you.” Sam joked. The two shared a laugh before the canopy was closed around Sam again. As she heard Nina giggling she felt like her heart was swelling again. She was almost grateful when her friend went back to the bike since it would stop Sam from making a fool of herself. She chastised herself. Of all the times to develop a crush on someone this was a bad one, not to mention it being on her best friend. She would ruin the closeness they had if she told the truth. Besides how could anyone like Sam in that way when she had embarrassed herself in front of them so often. Sam’s internal monologue was stopped when there was a sudden pull and the trailer started moving. It was only a few minutes later that Sam felt another rumbling in her tummy, it was more urgent this time and now she was getting really worried. “Um, Nina?” Sam called out as loudly as she could manage. --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/f401115a-6967-45d5-aac3-74a2abe6e9df https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1184467

Chapter 90: Changed BETH WATCHED AS the injection was given, wincing as she knew a needle extended and quickly retracted. At first, Connor did not react, and it seemed like nothing had happened. Suddenly, Connor screamed in pain for a second! It briefly occurred Beth thought everyone was about to rush in, but then Connor went silent and back to his ‘sleeping’ from the anesthesia. Beth watched his forehead and jaw shape change slightly, even as his figure changed somewhat. She had wondered if they would give Connor breasts to make it seem like he was an adult, but instead, the shape of his body just became very convincingly toddler-like. ‘Connor’s cute like this,’ Beth admitted. He now had an adorable toddler girl set of proportions in his face and limbs. Everything carried on as usual with the filming, but as soon as “Cut!” was called, Professor Ponce immediately pounced and was looking over Connor. “Connor, are you okay?” She asked. Connor blinked a second before sitting up, “I think so?” He shook his head, the pigtails tied into his hair bouncing back and forth. “That was a little more of a jolt to my system than I expected?” “That can happen,” the professor said. “Miss Perez, why don’t you and another female crew member take our young actor back to a place where you can make sure everything changed okay? I’m just going to clean up the kit?” “I’ll go with Connor,” Beth said, ensuring she wouldn’t be left behind. “Sounds good,” Connor said, seeming to have his body movements more alert again. Beth noticed his voice sounded like a young girl’s now. Charlotte gathered him from the table, and the three returned to the wardrobe area and into one of the changing rooms. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlotte asked as she sat him on top of the bench in the changing room. “I think so?” Connor replied, “Things seem to be getting better every moment. I should be okay to shoot again here in a few minutes?” “Well, before we do that, let’s check that nothing weird happened?” Charlotte suggested. Connor nodded, and he pulled up the hospital gown over and off of his body. “Just sit down there,” Charlotte said, “That diaper has LittleProof tapes.” Connor didn’t argue, and Beth watched as she pulled it loose. Then they helped pull the bodysuit off and down his legs and revealed what was beneath. Beth couldn’t help but note Connor grinned widely. I LOOKED DOWN at parts that were supposed to be on my body missing and other parts that weren’t present. ‘It worked!!!!’ I tried to control my urge to jump up and down for joy but kept it to just a grin. ‘Finally!!!’ I smiled. I looked at my body and felt a sense of peace and calm that I had never felt before. I had always felt like the pieces down below looked out of place and wrong. With the old dangly one gone and the new parts in place, I no longer felt wrong! As a kid, I was always jealous of my baby sisters and how cute they could dress! Of course, Riley and I were so close in age that I’d grown up playing dress-up with them all the time and certainly played with dolls as much as any other toy. Mama had been worried about it, but Mom just shrugged and supported me. As we reached middle school age, that stopped, and it had been a few years since I’d really been able to dress up as myself with them. I felt my chest and was a little disappointed I couldn’t feel any tissue there. In fact, if anything, it felt like the little bit of fat deposits that had been there were gone, and things felt even flatter. My legs and arms looked just a little chubbier than usual, even as I hoped I hadn’t lost muscle mass. Looking at my arms, I said suddenly again, “Whoa! Where did my arm hair go?” I looked down at my legs and noticed the same thing while noticing how drastically different my voice was! “That treatment almost always has hair removed,” Charlotte told me, “We made sure that it was going to do that for you. Once we reverse it, you can grow it back within a month or so.” “And my voice?” I said, speaking again and listening that it didn’t sound like me, even as I could feel myself saying it. “Same thing, not that you had a low voice before, but this way, the illusion is perfect for your character’s new mommy. It should also help make things better for your big sister to relate to you?” I nodded and looked at the makeup mirror, which was almost too high above my head to see. The face looking back at me looked like it was taken from a picture of Lilah or Hannah when they were about two. “I look like my baby sisters now,” I said, a little surprised. “Somehow, I think you look like you should be their baby sister now,” Beth said. I nodded, “Yeah… I wouldn’t think I look older than maybe two right now? Will people think we switched out my character for a toddler?” Charlotte laughed, “No, that’s pretty normal of an appearance change if the right to do so is granted.” I nodded at that. Everything was as perfect as I could have wanted, but I was just slightly worried about the jolt I felt! That wasn’t present on any documentation I’d looked up for the costumer’s version of the nanites. I didn’t have time to dwell on the possible problem, though. “Well, let’s get this diaper on you; we won’t need the bodysuit again for a bit,” Charlotte said as she grabbed a fresh one. “Unless you want to show the crew the new birthday suit?” I rapidly shook my head, “Umm… no thank you!” Beth laughed, “We’ll get out there and finish this set of scenes and maybe take a twenty-minute break?” I nodded at that. She pushed me down onto my back and placed the new diaper underneath me. These diapers they had us using for the project and in the theater department were annoyingly thicker than my nighttime diapers in the nest. She added a bit of powder before pulling me back into her arms and stopping. “Beth, I think we need a new name for our little girl besides her character name?” She smiled at her, “Why don’t you take the honor of naming her? You’re her girlfriend, after all?” Beth smiled at me, “How about Carly?” “I like it!” Charlotte said, “Until we change you back, are you okay with being Carly?” I smiled, “That works for me.” Inside, I smiled and thought, ‘Thanks, Beth.’ “Okay, Carly, let’s go get this scene wrapped up! “Kay,” I said, leaning against her warmer body as we left for the fake office. She placed me back down on the table. Professor Ponce asked me, “Does everything seem okay?” “As far as we can tell?” “Great! When you finish filming tomorrow, Gary will be able to handle everything. I’ve already shown him how to reverse the procedure.” “Thanks,” I told him. Even as I thought, ‘I wonder how I can tell them to leave me…?’ Before I could brood, though, we had me lying down, and we resumed filming. I pretended to be asleep as Gary ran a scanner over me, “It’s a girl!!!!” Even with my eyes closed, I wanted to roll my eyes at the improvised dialogue that hadn’t been written, “Your baby girl is all good to go home!” “Everything went okay?” “Yes, Miss Ingels, she’s your perfect baby girl now,” he told her. They’d added some dialogue before I was again dressed in the same romper, still pretending to be asleep. Then Charlotte carried my cradled body back to the car to buckle me in. “Cut!” we heard, and “Okay everyone, let’s take a fifteen-minute break. Hit the restroom if you need to. There are a couple boxes of doughnuts and some sandwiches over there,” Sebastian said. “Carly?” I heard from above me. “Yes?” I looked up at Charlotte. “You want some help with the diaper to use the restroom?” I blushed but nodded. “Ride?” She asked next. I sighed and held my arms out, “Might as well take advantage of those long legs of yours.” Beth looked nervous then, and I hoped she wasn’t getting jealous. “You okay, Beth?” I asked. “Yes,” she said, “Just looking forward to getting my scenes over within a bit.” “Oh, yeah, you’re almost up again with me, aren’t you?” She nodded from the ground, where she followed with her head just above Charlotte’s waist. She sat me down on the floor in the dressing room before kneeling in front of me. Without warning, she pulled the romper snaps open and then ripped the diaper off, nodding towards the bathroom. “Go ahead and go potty, Carly.” “Don’t forget to wipe!” Beth said. “Huh?” “I’m coming in with you,” Beth said suddenly, pushed me into the bathroom door, and closed it behind her. “What…?” “You’ve not exactly had your princess parts very long?” Beth said. I blushed tomato red, “Umm… an hour?” “When you’re done peeing, you have to wipe; you can’t just shake things off anymore!” She looked at me and smirked. I nodded; I climbed onto the tall toilet with a stool someone had left next to it and pulled the open romper up and out of the way. I felt a bit self-conscious as I realized Beth was staring even as I managed to release my bladder. It felt the same yet quite different as the urine fell into the toilet. When I was done, Beth handed me a wad of paper, “Make sure you wipe front to back; you don’t want to end up with an infection from the other way.” I blushed and didn’t want to tell her I knew that already. After I let the romper back down, she shocked me by sitting on the potty herself. I was curious and found myself looking at her, too. Other than the hair that she had, we looked similar now. “Guess that’s the first time I’ve let you have a look, huh?” She said with a smile after she cleaned up. “Sorry, I was just curious to compare?” “Well, I guess right now my mom doesn’t have to worry about you getting me pregnant. Probably the best time to get you in the sack!” I blushed bright red as we washed our hands and made our way back outside to the main changing room. I found Charlotte waiting with a diaper for me. “You good for a bit?” She asked me. I nodded and let her pick me up to place me on the table. Since the romper was still undone, she pushed it out of the way and up my stomach, added some powder, and quickly finished taping the diaper shut. Some quick snaps later, and I was back in costume. “Why don’t we all go grab a quick snack?” Charlotte suggested. I shrugged, but I really didn’t trust outside food. “I just want to grab water from my bag, if you don’t mind?” She laughed, “We need to put some meat on those bones! Even with those chubby toddler looks, you still look like a skeleton, practically Carly!” BETH SHOOK HER head at Charlotte, ‘I sure as hell hope she doesn’t start cossetting Carly now!’ From what Beth could see, Charlotte didn’t seem to have any ill intentions. Still, her behavior bore watching since it had shifted to being a bit too willing to help in her mind. Even as they prowled the snack table, she promised to watch that change. Nikki came over right then, “You should be safe on all of this stuff,” she whispered, “I checked.” Beth nodded, “Thanks!” She grabbed a chocolate-glazed doughnut and nibbled on it as the crew began resetting the set. A salon for Littles and kids was taking shape in the air then, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit nauseous at some of the signs that had been added in the detail work. Littles must wear protection at all times! Squirmer? Let us know; we have chairs with straps! We only do hair, makeup, and nails! Anything else, and you need another shop! All Littles and Babies MUST be accompanied by a parent or guardian at ALL times! We are not a babysitting service! Beth wondered if this was one of the scenes out of the library they had just purchased for the filming with their budget. Just before the filming restarted, Charlotte called everyone over. “I’m speaking primarily to the girls in our group, but guys, listen up too! From here on out, we will all find our instincts flaring up around both our costars! This is a pretty natural instinct, and I don’t expect anyone to be able to fully ignore it.” She paused, “That being said, we need to do our best.” She looked at Carly, “Carly, sorry, I was starting to have that problem myself a few minutes ago.” “It’s okay, thanks for realizing…” “That is the other thing since we have given this treatment to our star until we get Connor back, this is Carly!” ‘Her boyfriend…?’ Beth shook her head, ‘Girlfriend? This is confusing!’ She watched Carly blush, but she didn’t look unhappy. If anything, that was one of the more genuine smiles she’d seen on her face. ‘We’re going to have a talk tonight when we get to Amanda’s!’ A few minutes later, work was back in session, and there was a montage filmed in the salon chair with Carly sitting down and alternating the HoloCharacter ‘cutting’ her hair and Isabella really doing it. Connor’s hair had been down his back, and Beth could tell there were nerves about this for him. They cut his hair to just below his shoulders in a ‘U’ shaped cut and gave her adorable bangs. A nanite spray was placed on her hair that, when activated, made Carly’s hair perfectly match her own red hair. ‘This is confusing!’ she said to herself, trying to sort out what gender to refer to Carly as. Shaking her head, she watched the final product, which consisted of two cute hair clips with bows placed on either side of her head. ‘If I saw her on the street right now, I wouldn’t guess Little,’ she thought. ‘Definitely would think she was a genuine toddler. This is what almost happened to Dad, I guess?’ With a jolt, she realized she should ask her dad for advice. She knew her parents had continued playing with him as her baby girl frequently until they thought she was old enough to remember, then stopped with her present. The problem was her memories didn’t leave her, so she still remembered her perfect big baby sister playmate! ‘If he wasn’t on the court, I’m pretty sure they’d still be doing it,’ she thought. Then admitted, ‘They could still be doing it secretly, and I don’t know about it.’ That thought felt so wrong, and she was glad to have a distraction in the form of Carly coming up to her. “What do you think?” She asked nervously. “It’s adorable?” Carly nodded, “It is cute… They said they can make it grow back to the length tomorrow to lose the shape? And the color will return to normal, too?” Beth laughed, “They can, unless you don’t want them to. It is a cute look for you!” She decided to add, “You might lose the bangs, though?” Carly blushed then, “Yeah, they’re definitely sending me plummeting into the toddler age range. It could have been worse; they wanted to cut it shorter into a bob at first.” Beth laughed, “That would have been even more adorable, but since you’re supposed to be the same age as your ‘big sister,’ I’m guessing it wouldn’t have worked as well.” “Carly, are you ready?” they heard. “Coming,” she said to Sebastian and Charlotte. Beth watched her hair bounce and then settled in to watch the rest of the montage scenes get filmed. A trip to a Little store was uncomfortable to watch. Still, given Brianna’s restrictions, there weren’t as many cringeworthy things happening. The diapers ‘purchased’ were the brand that they were stuck with, thanks to that stupid university sponsorship. Eventually ‘Brianna’ was dressed in a pretty dress to meet her sister, and they filmed her arrival at the daycare to go inside to pick up her ‘sister.’ “Cut!” Sebastian said after running that scene for the fourth time. “Let’s change over the scenery to the daycare interior and get everyone cast-wise ready to shoot Scene 17 inside in thirty minutes, please!” Beth cringed but knew she needed to get to wardrobe. It was time for the ‘sisters’ to start acting together… ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! Well, to be honest you all missed the mark by a Like in my mind, but I also missed the mark by a chapter over the weekend. I decided we still needed to be rewarded with a posting anyway! I'll post again on Friday morning before I go to work. 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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Chapter 89: Injected BETH TRIED NOT to scream! Nikki looked completely unabashed as she said, “No, this is a bit more discrete, see,” she held up a thin gold chain bracelet with a few pink sapphire stones spread out about it in small circular settings. This just looks like jewelry. It is similar to the tech they use with Littles, as no one else can remove it, but it’s designed for people like me to give to protectees.” She found herself speechless then; her mouth opened but then shut. Nikki held up a hand, “Look, I know you’re not a Little, and I know without a doubt something like this has to be embarrassing and makes you feel all sorts of other emotions? That being said, I care about your safety! If something happens to you if I’m not there, or if we’re separated, no one can remove this without cutting off body parts.” Beth felt sick to her stomach then, “Why…?” Her mom stepped in then, “Beth, as soon as I found out that the problem girl, Kelly, was related to my former assistant, I had a really bad feeling about things. When you mentioned her before, we paid a private investigation firm to do a background check. Still, none of her actual parentage came up. Only once we had the information could we dig deeper and figure out how we missed it.” Her mom sighed, “Look, I love you to death, Beth, and I have no desire to have you mixed up with anyone trying to get payback against your dad or me. When I turned against my mother, a lot of people went to prison… Unfortunately, many of them were really well connected, Beth. Some didn’t get prison sentences as harsh and have been out for a few years. Too many of those have resources to back up someone like Kelly.” “Look, Beth, I know this isn’t going to be a reality you want to face, but between that information and what I found about your boyfriend’s family’s enemies – you both may be targets.” “Why?” Beth cried, “I just want to go to school this time! And Mom, Connor isn’t just some boy; I really, really like him!” Her mom moved closer and hugged her to her side, “I know you do, and I’m completely on your side! I just want to know you’re safe!” After a while longer in the hug, she managed to wipe the tears, “So, I guess ankle…? What are these other rules?” she asked as calmly as she could. Nikki bent down briefly before answering and used a device to attach what otherwise would have looked like a simple bracelet. “Well, they really are simple. If I tell you to get down, you get down. If I tell you to run, you run. You don’t, under any circumstances, go anywhere outside your dorm suite without telling me first! I will escort you to Amanda’s anytime you go there, and I may or may not stay there or come back here while you’re there for a weekend.” “Why are you not as worried there?” “If someone tries to attack you at her house, she’s got it in hand…” Nikki shook her head. “Between her automated defenses – and those alone are insane – and Amanda herself, the only place that might be safer would be the President’s house.” “Really?” Beth asked, a little shocked by a statement like that. “They had a couple break-ins when Connor’s mom was here. Well, Bella, his aunt, was kidnapped at one point by them. After that, she reinforced that house to the point where I wouldn’t attack it with an elite special forces unit without bombing the hell out of it first!” Beth smiled at that, “That does sound like Amanda!” The three talked for another hour before she was sent to change into her pajamas, and her mom insisted on tucking her in. “I love you, Mom,” she said as her mother moved towards the separate room’s lights. “Love you too, sweetie! Night-night!” It was incredibly easy to fall asleep that night; just knowing her mom had flown there immediately to see that she was safe made her feel a whole lot safer and loved! GRANDMA WAS CARRYING me up the stairs at her house before I realized I passed out in the car. “Where…?” I started to ask, then realized what was going on. “How long was I asleep?” I asked her as she carried me like a baby in her arms. She smiled, “Pretty much from the moment I put you in your car seat?” She lightly bounced me, “I’m guessing the week has just been a bit much for you? It’s been a rough one, if you think about everything?” I nodded, “yeah, I’m pretty worn out.” She sat me on the floor and passed me my bags from her other shoulder. “Here, why don’t you brush your teeth, get your jammies on, and call it a night?” I looked at the clock, realized it was about an hour later than I’d been up the night before, and nodded, “Yeah, I could use the sleep. It’s going to be a long day with the filming tomorrow.” “Do you need a night diaper, or are you fine with the Pull-Up?” Grandma asked me. “I haven’t had any accidents this week at all?” I told her. “I should be fine?” “Well, if not, the bed has a waterproof covering for the mattress.” I blushed but didn’t say anything else and let her tuck me into bed that night. I was back asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow! Sadly, it felt like no time before Grandma had me up and let me know, for time’s sake, that I’d have to skip my swim that morning. “Sorry, Connor, since they want you there by eight, we need to get going!” I grumbled a little but accepted the lost day of swimming as she buckled me in the car seat. “Here’s some water,” she said, handing me a water bottle as she finished buckling me in. “You probably need some before the day gets going!” Of course, we had breakfast, and I even had my coffee, but we were driving long enough that I took advantage of the water bottle. I had a hard time, though, not spilling it due to how the seat reclined! Overall, the car seat was comfortable, but it was still weird to essentially lie on my back, going backward the whole trip! Grandma walked me to Matisse and the studio before saying, “I’ll see you this afternoon or evening when you’re done for the day. If something comes up, please give me a call!” With a hug, she left to connect with Amanda and Beth. I found myself walking into the wardrobe room where I saw Gary, Charlotte, and Sebastian, along with an older woman who I assumed was here to help with the transformation into ‘Brianna.’ “Morning,” I told them. “Hi, Connor,” Charlotte smiled. “Connor, this is Professor Ponce,” Gary introduced me. “She’s from the theater department and is our expert on costume and makeup.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, looking up at the taller giant. I guessed she was near fifty and probably about ten-and-a-half feet tall. She had a short pixie-style haircut, and her hair itself was dyed a swirl of turquoise blue and purple. ‘Very typical!’ I thought to myself! “Likewise, Connor! Your grandmother is quite a hero to me with her nanite research.” I blushed at that, “I guess I should have had her come in.” “So, are we just going to get started?” I asked. Charlotte sighed, “We figured out we have a small continuity issue if we just do it now. We’ll need to do it later in the morning, and we decided that we’ll actually film the change.” “Huh?” I said. “Remember our script supervisor isn’t here anymore?” Sebastian said. “We missed the courthouse scene and then the doctor’s visit to do the transition. The rest of the crew we need to film those scenes should be here shortly, though. We figured it out just as we were shutting down last night.” I nodded, “Is that the only spot we missed?” “We think so. We both read through everything on our schedule again last night and this morning to be sure,” Charlotte replied. “Fun…” I said. Seeing everyone straggle in that morning as early as we needed them to was impressive. I know I usually would still be asleep back home at the equivalent time of about six in the morning! After a quick bathroom break, Gary helped me dress into the costume Sarah changed me into, leaving the apartment to the Courthouse. Isabella ensured my hair matched the reference photos we’d taken before. Beth arrived just after I’d dressed and was recruited to help comb through the script to ensure there weren’t any other missed scenes before the transformation occurred. It wasn’t a one-way trip, but they didn’t want to undo it until we finished filming the next day. To use the treatment, our group was being charged $700k of our fake budget money for each round-trip use! Soon, we were set up to film and began with Charlotte pulling me from the car at the Courthouse and carrying me on her hip inside. We ran a couple of takes for coverage. Then we found ourselves in a conference room with our Holo lawyers showing me the contract. I signed the document after using the pencil to point out the important details on the contract. Someone had drafted a realistic-looking document. I was also grateful that the fine print stated, ‘This is not a real contract’ in multiple spots! ‘Last thing I want to do is give myself away for adoption for real!’ The contract’s significant points of the one-year term, no hypnosis, no baby food, and no permanent mutilation per the Little Protection Act of 2032, were all marked and filmed up close. There was no dialogue to film, so it all went rather quickly! BY THE TIME Beth’s alarm woke her up, she’d gotten a better night’s sleep than she had since returning to school that week. Knowing her mother was down the hallway had been very calming, and she had to admit she was glad she’d come. After a hug goodbye to her mom at Amanda’s car, Nikki and Beth walked to the studio and found everything already going crazy. Besides briefly introducing Nikki, she mostly stayed out of the way, observing things. In the meantime, Beth had been wrangled into picking up the pieces from Kelly and was glad the group had caught the major mistake before the morning! Everyone was set up for the Courtroom Scene, and Beth watched as Connor stood on the chair beside Charlotte for the scene. Jackson had passed his job with sound recording off Owen so he could act the judge’s role. With the makeup and costume, he looked like he was in his late thirties and old enough to be the judge in the courtroom. “Mister Bristley, I see we have a request for you to be adopted by Miss Ingels here. This is by your own free will?” Jackson had a deep voice that resounded through the room and sounded authoritative. “Yes, Your Honor,” Connor said, and she couldn’t help but her nerves crackle at the scene of the fake adoption. “You’re not being forced or coerced, Mister Bristley? It’s important we know no one has threatened you into this agreement?” Connor managed to look nervous through this and seemed to reluctantly sigh and said, “No, your honor. I am choosing this of my own free will.” “You are certain this is what you want? I see this is set up only as a trial period of one year, Miss Ingels? That’s highly unusual? Should you both wish to extend the agreement, the agreement will force you to return before me?” Charlotte pulled every ounce of charisma and came across as an incredibly collected businesswoman who wanted this agreement, “Yes, your honor. We’re looking at a symbiotic, mutually beneficial adoption here, but not to lock it in forever.” Jackson’s deep voice resonated then, “Very well!” He shuffled something on the desk, “If both parties will please rise! Since both parties are without objection, I decree that Mister Brian Bristley is no longer an adult in the eyes of the court. He is given over to the custody of Miss Ingels per the agreement before the court. The new name on the adoption certificate shall read Brianna Marie Ingels. Brianna Marie Ingels’s gender shall be listed as female from this date forth. Congratulations to the new family!” He used his gavel then, and Beth couldn’t help but feel her heart stop at the sound. “Mommy, you may now take your baby girl to the clerk, and they will insert her chip and provide you with the adoption certificate.” The sound in the courtroom picked up a little as they’d programmed a little chatter into the few HoloCharacters. “Chip?” Connor said with genuine nervousness. Charlotte gently pushed a purple pacifier inside her character’s new baby, “Shhh... We’ll talk about it later.” Connor managed some mumbled pacifier talk before Charlotte walked out the door. “Cut!” Beth heard. “I want to do that again,” Charlotte said. “Why? Seemed great from what I saw?” Will asked. “It just didn’t feel right,” Charlotte said, “Connor, we need you to be a bit more nervous, I think, on this. Instead of having him on the chair, let’s have you sit on the table in front of me so I can play with your hair and outfit when we’re not speaking?” She looked down at me briefly, “And I want to clip the pacifier to your outfit this time, too. At some point, you should grab it and hold it in your hand, maybe squeeze it like you’re scared and sure you’re making a mistake?” Connor nodded. “If we’re doing it again, I want a little different coverage…” Will made his own adjustments then with the camera crew. They did three more takes of what Beth had figured would be one of the easiest takes. Charlotte felt like it was one of the most important scenes, though. Ultimately, it was a much better product from what she could see, but they’d spent an entire hour on just a tiny portion of the project! I HAD BEEN surprised that Charlotte had been so picky on the courtroom scene, but I was impressed by her use of her gut feelings. We’d shot the scene in the adoption clerk’s room next. Without dialogue, it moved quickly, even as my diaper was pulled back and a fake injector was used on the top of my butt to be ‘chipped.’ During the process, I learned that those had only improved in technology since Mom had been there. They were not only just about impossible to remove, but they also inserted a marker into the recipient’s DNA that could be checked even if someone managed to rip theirs out. Testing DNA for those markers was now standard as a part of the adoption process, “Isn’t that playing with fire?” I couldn’t help but ask. I’d been laughed at by Ava at that and assured it was ‘quite safe.’ There was also now a locating system that was essentially fool-proof at finding a Little with a chip. I was just grateful I hadn’t received a chip! There was a montage of a trip from the Courthouse to the doctor’s office shot, and before I knew it, we were in the middle of recording the doctor’s office scene. Gary was playing the doctor, and while he was more comfortable dealing with costumes, his time taking acting classes was evident to me. We had just filmed Charlotte being led out of the room, and he came to sit back on a stool facing me on the table, “Now Brianna, I know Bigs can be pretty aggressive. If you tell me your mommy is forcing you to get this treatment, I’m bound by my oath to protect you. She’ll never be allowed to hurt you again in that case, and we can get your freedom back today. So, please tell me the truth, are you really okay with this procedure? It is permanent?” I found myself speaking the line that had really resonated with me when I read the horrible script, “Yes sir, it’s been my life’s dream to be a girl for real. It’s the one positive I’m getting out of a deal to try and help Sarah get her daughter potty trained.” Gary looked at the tablet he held, “Hmm... I guess that makes some of these other things make more sense, too, then…” We had shot this once, but it wasn’t quite right, so on this third take, I tried to see the screen, “Other things?” Gary smiled, “These are surprises you’ll like, so I’ll let you mommy tell you about them. Speaking of Mommy, I’m sure she’s really worried right now, I’m going to go get her.” Gary walked to the door to open it, letting Charlotte back inside. We finished the dialogue of the scene to set up the procedure, including my supposed anesthesia to put me to sleep. Then I heard, “Cut!!!!” “How was all of that?” Charlotte asked. “Good,” Will said. “I think so too,” Sebastian said from the empty wall across from us, filled with the camera crew. “We should be good to go onto this next spot. Doctor Ponce, are we ready to go with that?” The professor appeared with a small miniature briefcase and a tablet, “All good to go. Gary, all you have to do is press this right here to Connor’s upper thigh.” “Will this hurt?” I asked her. “It’ll be no worse than a normal shot?” She told me. “And unlike for Brian, this isn’t permanent, right?” Charlotte asked. “Correct, this will change Connor’s appearance and gender to being a girl, but all we have to do is link into the nanites programming, and they will reverse the change. This is actually an advancement his grandmother pioneered about thirteen years ago that we’ve frequently used in theater in both directions to use the actors and actresses we want.” “You’re okay with this, Connor?” Sebastian asked. I nodded, “Let’s go ahead and do this.” “Before we do so, would you mind signing this?” the professor asked. I noted it was a release form and wasn’t shocked she would have one required. The little briefcase was opened up, and Ponce and Gary spent some time together before saying, “Should be good to go.” “Will, go with extra camera coverage on this - we’ll only have one shot at this?” “Done already, Sebastian.” “Let’s do this then!” I was placed back on the table again, and after we began filming, I forced myself to not react when Gary’s cold hands moved the hospital gown out of the way to reach the site. They’d already strapped me down like I was going to have surgery, so I wasn’t able to even think about moving. I had my eyes closed as the injector pierced my skin and was pulled free. For a moment, I felt nothing. Then I felt a jolt, and every inch of my skin convulsed as if I was being shocked by electricity! +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! This weekend is a little extended, so I'm hoping to have some extra writing time today and tomorrow. 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I’m wearing a Megamax with 2 Huggies Little Movers size 6 as stuffers. I’ve wet my diaper 4 times and pooped in it once and I’m about to wet my 5th time and poop in it my 2nd time. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this babyish being this wet and messy.

From my mid 20s until my mid 40s I had no actual accidental bedwetting accidents. And then one night in my mid-40s after I attended friends birthday party I woke up soaked. And I was sharing a place at the time so I remember the shock and horror part - as in 'what can I do so nobody will know about it' - but also the excitement. It brought back feelings I thought I had long suppressed especially the unique kind of shame an overage bedwetter feels when they know most people think its wrong but you feel like its so right.

Me me me. I love wearing panties. By themselves or over my diapers under my skirts or short shorts.

I change when my socks start feeling soggy.

I guess that means I wrote them right! I actually sketched out an arc in which that happened, but it just didn't feel right. Jackie isn't a character that seems to ever win. That's a good idea! Thanks for all of the comments so far. Here is the conclusion to this one. -- Jackie woke up to a gentle touch to her forehead. Groggily, she opened her eyes, and she started a bit when she found Miss Julia standing over her, having briefly forgotten where she was. “Shh shh shh,” Miss Julia whispered, managing to affect a soothing coo. She continued to gently rub Jackie’s head. Jackie settled slightly, but then tensed right back up as she felt the remnants of her diarrhea shift around with her movement. At this, Miss Julia gently flashed a sympathetic smile. “I know, baby,” she whispered, now softly massaging Jackie’s shoulder to reassure her. “We’re gonna take you right to the bath before we wake up the other girls, ok?” Blankly, Jackie nodded, though she wasn’t sure if this was really a question that required her input. Miss Julia lowered the side of the crib as quietly as she could, which successfully avoided waking up her twin charges. “Ok,” she continued, with a gentle yet firm command. I have a changing mat on the floor in the bathroom. I’m going to take off your blanket and take it right to the laundry. But I’m also going to take your sheets and the plastic mattress cover off and give them to you. Can you walk with them under you and go right over to the changing mat for me?” Jackie nodded once again. Miss Julia was whispering in the sort of way one might to a child, but she was using adult terms. Perhaps this cleanup was serious enough that she’d decided that a compromise was in order. “Alright, here we go then,” Miss Julia said, gingerly grabbing clean parts of the blanket and painstakingly rolling it up so that she could carry it without touching any mess. As the blanket came off, the smell of Jackie’s diaper became even more pronounced, though the room had been offensive for long enough that Jackie was almost nose-blind to it. Next, Miss Julia released the four corners of the fitted sheet and the mattress cover, which threatened to engulf Jackie. “Let’s put your feet down now, ok?” she said, prompting Jackie to sit up while maneuvering the sheets so that they sagged through Jackie’s crotch like an enormous diaper cover, and then handing them to the still-drowsy Jackie. Jackie took them, and without prompting, stood up and moved towards the door. Though her diaper felt much drier than it had before, she could instantly feel some of the substantial amount of liquid that remained flooding down. She kept moving, but looked down, and could see that some more was falling down onto the sheets, but it did appear that Miss Julia’s little invention was at least keeping the floor clean, which, Jackie hated to admit, was quite an accomplishment. Fortunately, the bathroom was only just outside of the nursery door. Even still, the walk was miserable for Jackie. With every step, the horrible mess in her diaper shifted with her, sloshing the nastiness all around her privates, and confirming that she had, indeed, developed a pretty tender rash over the course of the night. As they turned the corner into the bathroom, Jackie saw the changing mat waiting for her and made her way to it. From just behind her, Miss Julia once again took control of the situation. “Ok, baby, stand still for me, ok?” With no wait for an answer, she stepped to Jackie’s side, and gently took both ends of the sheets Jackie had been holding out of her hands. Carefully, she lowered the sheets down closer to the floor, and then moved the corners into one hand below Jackie’s legs, allowing her to pull them away from her front and ball them up a bit. She placed them carefully atop the crib’s blanket, which she’d left in the corner of the bathroom. “Alright,” she continued as she turned back, “and let’s get that onesie, too, so I can get it in the wash with the rest.” Despite the confident tone, Miss Julia didn’t quite seem to have a plan for how to remove the onesie in anything like a sanitary manner. Jackie couldn’t see it, but she could guess that the crotch snaps of the onesie were stained with the leakage that had clearly wet the garment further up her back. After looking around a moment, Miss Julia reached down to the container of baby wipes next to the mat, grabbed one, and used that to cover her fingers as she unsnapped the buttons. Even then, there was still work to do. Miss Julia now shifted her grasp to the back of the onesie, still using the wipe as protection for her hands. “Alright, hands up, please,” she directed. Jackie complied, and felt Miss Julia lift the back side of the onesie up, peeling some of the wetness off of her back. She was pulling it as far away as she could and eventually Jackie felt her other hand slip under the neckline on her back, helping to guide it up over her head. She then used the free arm to help slip Jackie’s arms out, and suddenly the onesie was off. Somehow, the nastiness hadn’t touched Jackie any further, which seemed like a minor miracle. “Good girl,” said Miss Julia, flashing a reassuring smile as she turned and gathered the rest of the soiled items from the corner. “Now just stand still for one second while I go and put all of this right in the washer. Hopefully we won’t have too many stains on your cute little onesie. I am sure you probably are feeling icky and itchy, but please try not to touch anything while you wait. I’ll be right back.” Jackie was fine with waiting. She was, indeed, feeling itchy all over, but she didn’t really need telling twice not to be touching. She wouldn’t want any of that on her hands. In fact, she was quite glad that she wasn’t in charge of cleaning herself up. While she was sure it would be embarrassing, especially with Miss Julia being a relative stranger, she was more than happy for the assistance, and she was pretty sure that it was actually not going to be as bad as if Mama had been administering the change. Jackie let out a little shiver as she waited. She was cold, and dirty, and couldn’t wait to get into the warm bath that Miss Julia had prepared. She looked at herself in the mirror above the sink, and took in the sad sight of her overwhelmed diaper. It had previously been mostly white, with some little pink butterflies spotting the front and back panels. Now, while the butterflies still held their color, the majority of the diaper was more brown than anything else, and even the sides showed evidence of the intensity of her distress the previous night. Jackie had never seen a diaper look half as defeated. She twisted slightly, looking over her shoulder to see her back in the mirror. Though she’d known that it was covered in waste, she still was disgusted to see that she had a noticeable brownish-black film that came several inches above the waistband of the diaper. All in all, she was a pitiful sight, shivering while sucking her pacifier and standing waiting for someone to help her out of her predicament. She decided to focus her attention back on the tub. Jackie didn’t have to wait long, as Miss Julia did indeed return after just a few moments. “Ok, baby,” she said, seemingly trying to be chipper about the task at hand, “let’s get you a little more comfortable, huh? Stay standing there for me first, alright?” Jackie would do whatever was asked of her, even if this was a little different than she might have expected. Miss Julia reached down for a wipe once again, and got to work addressing the smears that Jackie had just seen on her back. “Alright, good enough there, I guess,” she muttered to no one in particular after she’d spent a few moments. “Can you spread your legs for me now?” Jackie shuffled her feet a little further apart, and looked on as Miss Julia grabbed another handful of wipes and bent to get closer to the area she was cleaning. Though Jackie couldn’t see, she could imagine that this area was also showing signs of her diaper’s failure. As the first wipe cut through the waste that had apparently been caked on her inner left thigh, Jackie couldn’t help but inhale sharply and recoil slightly at the burn of her developing rash. “I know, baby,” Miss Julia said, applying a firm yet comforting hand to Jackie’s shoulder. “This will help, I promise.” The wiping persisted, but Jackie knew she was right, and tried to stay still. After a few wipes had been used and then deposited into the plastic shopping bag that Miss Julia was using to collect the soiled trash, Miss Julia stood upright once more and took a step back to evaluate her progress. “Ok, and now to get you out of this diaper! Won’t that feel better?” Jackie thought she might be instructed to get down on the changing mat she was standing on, but Miss Julia went right back to the task without mandating any change of position. Soon the tapes on her left hip had been released, and Jackie felt significant weight falling away from her crotch, followed by a dripping sound. She looked down, but Miss Julia’s body prevented her from seeing what was occurring below her waist. Just a moment later, the tapes on the other side were also freed, and she heard the diaper fall with a splat to the mat below her. It didn’t stay there long, as Miss Julia grabbed a few wipes to protect her hands and rolled it up. Jackie could now see that this was adding to the mess on the mat beneath her, but this didn’t seem like a major concern for Miss Julia, who worked quickly to get the offending garment into the bag that now contained more than a dozen dirty wipes. Once she finished, she shifted her priorities to Jackie’s recently-exposed diaper area. “Alright, this might be weird, but I want you to bend down and put your hands on the side of the tub,” Miss Julia instructed. Jackie did as she was told, feeling extremely vulnerable as she did so. Still, there wasn’t much difference between this and laying on her back with her legs in the air and a dirty bottom presented for wiping, so she didn’t feel any real need to complain, especially given her desperate need to get freshened up. Over the course of the next several minutes, Miss Julia continued to use handful after handful of wipes to slowly work her way through the wreckage that had stuck to Jackie’s bottom. Jackie did her best to hold still, despite the fact that most of the strokes found sensitive patches of skin underneath, and after briefly standing back up straight so that Miss Julia could sort out the front of her crotch, she could finally sense that this part of the ordeal was nearly over. “OK, good enough,” Miss Julia muttered. “Now, how about a nice bath?” she asked, addressing Jackie directly and clearly trying to radiate as much cheer as possible. Jackie gave a mild nod. She wasn’t really sure if she was expected to answer, but, truth be told, a bath sounded wonderful right now. She still felt pretty gross, and she was increasingly chilly as she stood totally nude in the bathroom. With gentle guidance from Miss Julia, Jackie stepped over the tub wall and gingerly lowered herself to a seated position. The water immediately felt nice on her tender skin, but the contact with the floor of the tub reminded her that there would be no achieving full comfort for at least the next day or two. Still, as she leaned back and rested her head against the wall, she could feel some tension starting to drain away. “Alright,” said Miss Julia, quickly breaking the silence. “I’ve got to clean up out here first before I get to you. Can you sit still for me for a few minutes while I do that?” Jackie nodded from behind her pacifier, wanting nothing more than a few minutes more or less to herself. While Miss Julia’s tone wasn’t fully back to her mothering coos and exaggerated enthusiasm, the needless question told Jackie that the babying would be resuming in full shortly. She briefly watched on as Miss Julia brought the plastic bag she was using for trash closer to the mat and used diaper that were still sitting in their soiled state in the middle of the floor, but she decided that she didn’t really need to experience the humiliation of watching someone else cleaning up after her disastrous blowout. Instead, Jackie closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink a little further into the tub so that her ears were submerged under the water, making it harder for her to hear any sounds coming from Miss Julia’s rather unpleasant chore. It might have been the most relaxing thing that she’d done in a long time, she realized, and she tried to relish the feeling. Even having just had a horrifying incident in front of a relative stranger, she felt less fear of humiliation than she would have if Mama had been here instead. She wasn’t quite sure how, but Miss Julia, Lauren, Katie, and even Kevin had put her at relative ease throughout her stay. All too soon, though, a gentle hand on her shoulder interrupted her relaxation. Jackie opened her eyes as Miss Julia gently helped her into a more upright position. “OK then, baby, let’s get you feeling nice and fresh,” Miss Julia said, still seeming just a little too sympathetic to go with her most patronizing tone. Jackie more or less just let the bath happen to her. Miss Julia was very gentle as she helped clean her hair, a process that could be somewhat time consuming when bathing an adult, and then even more ginger as she began washing the rest of Jackie’s skin. Finally, as she reached Jackie’s midsection, she broke the silence once more. “Oh dear, you’ve got a pretty nasty rash unfortunately.” There was hardly any baby-talk to her voice now, only a vague twinge of regret. “I wish you’d have let us know. I could have helped.” Jackie just stared at her, wide-eyed. What did she mean? The look seemed to register with Miss Julia, and she, in turn, made a face of surprise. “Is that not something you could do at home?” she asked, with shock and maybe even a little anger in her tone. Jackie didn’t really answer, but she could tell the answer wasn’t needed. Still, Miss Julia seemed to take a second to compose herself. “I just assumed you were being polite and didn’t want to wake us because you are a guest,” she explained, still seemingly grasping for words. “Well…” she eventually continued, “I know you are not here often, but if you ever find yourself in that situation again while you are here, you should feel free to just make some noise over the baby monitor. You shouldn’t have to spend the night all dirty and then wake up and have to deal with a rash. I am so, so sorry you had this happen to you.” She planted a little kiss on Jackie’s forehead, and Jackie could tell that it wasn’t meant to be patronizing in the slightest. She wasn’t sure when someone else had last shown such genuine concern for her well-being, but it truly felt like the first time. She had no idea how to respond, but fortunately, she didn’t have to, as Miss Julia had apparently realized there wasn’t really anywhere that the conversation could go, and had resumed her careful attention to cleaning Jackie up. Soon enough, Miss Julia was finished and was helping Jackie up and out of the tub. Jackie was dried off, with Miss Julia being careful to dab her diaper area dry as gently as possible, and then Miss Julia helped her ease down onto a new changing mat that had replaced the one that had been so horribly soiled beforehand. Jackie compliantly raised her legs once she had been situated on her back – she knew that her incontinence made even a return trip to the nursery a slight risk, and the last thing she wanted to do right now was create a further mess for Miss Julia to clean up – and she soon felt another thick diaper slide beneath her. Miss Julia applied some rash cream to her sore backside, gently whispering a small “shh shh shh, I know. This will help,” as Jackie winced in a mix of discomfort and relief. In just a matter of moments, Jackie was powdered and padded to Miss Julia’s satisfaction. She produced another of Jackie’s onesies, and in just a few moments only the leak guards of the diaper (and its obvious bulge) were visible under the pastel yellow garment. “OK, sweetie,” Miss Julia said, once again talking as she would to an infant. “We’re going to give the other baby girls a nice bath time too. I just need to go wake them up. Can you come over and sit right here for me?” As she’d spoken, Miss Julia had closed the lid on the toilet and she was now pointing to it. Jackie obviously didn’t mind, and began to crawl the couple of feet to it. Miss Julia moved around her, quickly turned on the bath water to refill the now-drained tub, and then left the room to go rouse her sleeping charges. Jackie climbed up to a seated position on the toilet, and as she did she realized that it was the first time that she’d been on a toilet in years. There was no chance she’d be using it for its intended purpose, but she had to chuckle. Even when she was being treated like a baby, this house seemed to serve up lots of things she never got to do at home. Her reflections came to a quick end as Miss Julia walked back into the bathroom, this time leading a short procession of crawling adults. “Straight onto that changing mat please, Baby Katie,” she instructed, stepping aside so that she wasn’t in the way. “Good girl,” she continued as Katie did as she was told. Lauren followed them in, and as Miss Julia was kneeling in front Katie, she crawled past and came over to Jackie. To Jackie’s surprise, she knelt up and gave Jackie a very enthusiastic hug. Jackie gave a somewhat weaker squeeze in return, and she heard a vague “aww” in the background from Miss Julia. Both Katie and Lauren were nude except for their diapers, and Miss Julia was quite quick in removing Katie’s. She gathered the girl’s ankles and raised her legs high in the air, quickly wiping her wet bottom and hairless crotch. Perhaps because of the more thorough cleaning to come, this was just a quick pass, and in just a moment the used wipe had been sealed up into a rolled up diaper and Miss Julia was helping Katie into the tub. “Alright, sit still a minute, Baby Katie,” she said. “And no splashing or else!” she said, in a tone that was both playful and a little serious at the same time. “Let’s go, Baby Lauren – you’re up!” Lauren needed no second invitation, and soon she was laying on the floor next to Katie’s discarded diaper. Miss Julia repeated the same process she’d just used for Katie, and in just a few minutes Lauren was being eased into the tub as well. Jackie watched with interest as Lauren was sat down by her former sorority sister. The tub wasn’t enormous, and suddenly Jackie wondered how they were going to fit two adults in there. Lauren and Katie were both smaller than her, but she hadn’t felt like there had been room for a companion in there. However, Katie clearly knew the drill. While she had been seated in a pretty traditional position like Jackie had been, as Lauren had made her way in, she swung around so that her back was against the back wall and her legs were bent up against the shorter front wall of the tub. Lauren situated herself next to her in the same position, and the two actually weren’t even touching one another. Jackie was kind of amazed, although she had to say she was glad she wasn’t involved – it looked like a tight squeeze, and being a little larger, so she had no doubt that it would have made her bath time much less comfortable. Miss Julia quickly got to work, using a large cup to get each girl’s hair wet given that the tight quarters made it impossible for them to lower their heads underwater. Somewhat unexpectedly, at least to Jackie, Lauren piped up to start a conversation. “Mummy?” she lisped from behind her pacifier as Miss Julia used her hand to keep water from falling over her face and onto her glasses. “Did you aweady give Baby Jackie a baff?” “I did, yes baby,” Miss Julia answered. Jackie thought that much was likely obvious, as her hair was still wet. She wondered why Lauren was asking, although she remembered from previous encounters that Lauren could really get into a baby mode and start saying stupid things almost just to humiliate herself. “How come you maked her go first, mummy?” Lauren continued. “Well, I couldn’t fit all three of you in here at the same time, could I silly?” Miss Julia responded quickly, slightly dodging the question. Jackie sensed she was lightly covering for her. “Buth Baby Jackie ith a visitoh. We shudda let her sweep in wate.” “Oh, that is thoughtful of you, baby,” Miss Julia cooed, sounding like a proud mommy trying not to hurt a child’s feelings when brought a less-than-great present. “But I think Baby Jackie was ready to get all nice and clean and ready for the day, so I got her up and we did bath time while you and Baby Katie kept sleeping.” Perhaps now Lauren was sensing that her Mommy didn’t want to say more, and she allowed that answer to suffice, much to Jackie’s relief. She’d messed herself in front of these girls before, and seen them mess themselves, but their ability to switch back and forth between the baby world and the adult world, and their relative comfort when they were in that baby mode, all combined to make them feel more mature to Jackie. Somehow, having had such a babyish predicament requiring special assistance would have seemed humiliating. The rest of the bath passed with only quick instructions from Miss Julia to the two bathers, and soon Katie was helped up and Miss Julia began drying her off. Once she was dry enough, Miss Julia eased her onto the changing mat once more, thoroughly powdered her privates, and then taped on a thirsty new diaper. With a quick pat on the freshly diapered bottom, she turned her attention to getting Lauren out of the tub, while Katie flipped herself onto her hands and knees and situated herself closer to the toilet that Jackie was still seated on, shivering a little as she sat naked but for her diaper on the tile floor. In just a few minutes, Lauren was also the owner of a fresh new diaper, and Miss Julia had opened the drain to start the water flowing out of the tub. “OK, babies,” Miss Julia declared in a sing-songy shout, “I need three little girls into that nursery quick, quick, quick!” Lauren led, and Katie quickly followed suit. Jackie dropped off of the toilet to her knees, internally wondering when she’d next find herself on one, and joined the crawling traffic for the short commute back to the baby bedroom. Once they arrived, all three pulled up in the middle of the room, waiting for further instruction. Miss Julia walked past them and over to a closet. “Neither of you have video calls this morning, do you?” she asked, apparently referring to their jobs. Jackie knew from last night that they had jobs, but she hadn’t seen them working since she got here on Wednesday afternoon, and she’d only ever seen them in the context of playdates or haircuts beforehand. “Nawt me,” Katie replied, muffled a bit by her pacifier. “Me evuh,” Lauren chimed in. “Alright then, let’s see…” Miss Julia continued more or less to herself, looking through their extensive wardrobes. “Eh, let’s go simple.” She turned back to the waiting girls on the floor holding a pair of onesies, one a light blue and the other a pastel shade of purple. “Arms up, babies!” she commanded lightly. Katie and Lauren both obeyed, and Miss Julia pulled the blue over Katie’s head and then the purple one over Lauren’s. Miss Julia then bent even lower and fussed with each girl’s crotch until the snaps had been closed. She quickly straightened, and took a step back to admire her handywork. “You three look so cute I could eat you!” she admired. “Baby Katie, can you tell me what color you are wearing?” Jackie had no idea if this was a common question in this house, but Katie reacted like a pleased child who knew she’d be able to pass a pop quiz. “Bwue, Mummy!” she squealed. “Ooh, I haff puhpul Mummy! Juss wike my gwasses!” Lauren chimed in excitedly, her enthusiasm shining even beyond Katie’s. “Yes, just like your glasses,” Miss Julia said, grinning. “You both are very clever little girls! And what about you, Baby Jackie? What color do you have on?” Apparently, Miss Julia’s earlier sympathy wasn’t going to spare Jackie from the humiliation of having to answer such an incredibly simple question. “Wewwow,” she softly lisped. “That’s right, yay!” Miss Julia replied gleefully. “Three girls who are every bit as smart as they are cute!” “Alright, now who wants some breakfast?” she continued conspiratorially. “Me!” Katie and Lauren shouted in unison. “Alright then, let’s head to the kitchen,” Miss Julia said, this time not prompting Jackie to join in, which Jackie didn’t mind, although given that she had more or less deposited her entire guts into her diaper last night, she was quite hungry. The group made their way to the kitchen, and once they got there Miss Julia quickly helped Jackie and Lauren into the two available highchairs, then led Katie over to a space at the table that had been fitted with a childish placemat and a babyish spoon. Once Katie was in the seat, she pushed it as far in as possible, forcing Katie’s torso directly against the table. Satisfied, she then went over to a kitchen drawer, grabbed three bibs, and made the rounds fixing them around each of the girl’s necks. She once again paid special attention to Katie, ensuring that the bib draped over the edge of the table and overlapped with the placemat. “Alright, then, babies! I’m going to heat up the oatmeal! Since we have an extra baby but you two have to work, I’m going to need to trust you to feed yourself so that it doesn’t take too long, ok Baby Katie? I want you to be very careful not to make too much of a mess, ok? No playing with your food.” “OK Mummy,” she replied cheerfully. As she made this declaration, she went into the pantry and retrieved some microwave oatmeal, and soon she had things started. She also began mixing bottles for the girls, and when the food was ready, she quickly put the bottles in the microwave as well to warm. Finally, everything was to her satisfaction, and she deposited a bowl and a bottle on each of Jackie and Lauren’s highchair trays. Moving over to Katie, she once again set down the meal, and then picked up the spoon on the placemat and physically placed it into Katie’s hand as she removed her adult baby daughter’s pacifier with her other hand. “OK,” she said, now guiding Katie’s spoon hand through the process of scooping up some of the mushy breakfast. “You need to hold on tight juuuust like this, got it? And then you open wide, and just put it riiight in your mouth,” she continued as she plunged the spoon into the girl’s mouth. “Can you do that for me, baby?” Katie had to chew a little, and then swallowed before she replied. “Of course, Mummy!” “Well then show me!” Katie did just that, smiling broadly in an exaggerated show of bravado as she pulled the clean spoon from between her sealed lips. “Good girl!” Miss Julia praised. “And don’t forget that bottle! You have plenty of time to finish everything by the time I am done with these two! Katie gave an enthusiastic nod as she chewed. Apparently satisfied, Miss Julia turned and made her way back over to the two highchairs. “OK then, La-la!” using an unfamiliar pet name as she removed the other twin’s pacifier “Time for num nums!” Lauren didn’t make any objections, and Miss Julia proceeded to spoon heaping spoonfuls into her mouth. Jackie could only assume that the overloaded utensil was a deliberate ploy to contribute to a messy face, since it was certainly delivering that result. Miss Julia might have been nicer than some of the other caretakers that Jackie had met, and her charges more apt to play along, but it was clear she wasn’t above using some cheap tricks to guarantee some of the aspects of babyhood that might otherwise be avoidable for an adult. In no more than about 5 minutes, Miss Julia had scraped the bottom of Lauren’s bowl clean. Setting the dish down, she picked up her bottle and brought it to the girl’s mouth. “I need you to hold this for me so I can feed Jackie. Two hands, please!” Lauren gave a slight nod as she complied, and Miss Julia moved away. Unexpectedly, though, she first darted back to the table to check on Katie. “How are we doing with this bottle over here, little missy?” she asked. Katie was indeed drinking, but apparently not quite to Miss Julia’s satisfaction. “Ugh – you barely started, baby! Tilt that head back and get to it! I will not have you be late for work just because you are dilly dallying.” There didn’t seem to be much of a threat, but Katie did seem to pick up her pace, audibly beginning to suck more rapidly. Finally, Miss Julia turned back to Jackie. “Ok, baby Jackie! Sorry about that – you must be so hungry! Who wants some yummy oatmeal? Is it you? I think so! Here we go!” She hadn’t been very inconvenienced, and Miss Julia’s cooing couldn’t help but make her squirm, but she had to admit that it was so over the top that she was almost entertained despite the embarrassment of being the subject of the conversation. As Miss Julia began the feeding, she reminisced about her last meal. She wasn’t sure if she’d trade the taste for another round of last night’s diarrhea, but she sure did miss the flavor. While oatmeal was more palatable than the lunch and dinner baby foods that she was fed, it was still incredibly bland in comparison with last night’s feast. Jackie mindlessly made her way through the feeding. Miss Julia was cooing occasional nonsense, but she’d long ago trained herself to barely hear such things, as during a feeding there was no chance she’d really be expected to speak. She had told herself while watching Lauren that she’d test her theory that Miss Julia was deliberately causing messy faces by seeing if she could actively avoid one, but midway through she realized that she hadn’t been paying any attention and that she already had some oatmeal on her chin and there was likely more on her bib. She still assumed that Miss Julia’s tricks were to blame, but now she also wondered if her absent-mindedness was a contributing factor to her shamefully messy eating. It wasn’t long before Jackie was herself done with her oatmeal, and Miss Julia once again set down the bowl, replacing Jackie’s pacifier rather than moving on to the bottle. “Let me get these two ready and settled for work, then I’ll be right back to feed you your bottle, ok Baby Jackie?” she asked as a form of explanation for stepping away. Jackie could, of course, have held the bottle just like the twins had, but incompetence wasn’t the reason she was treated like a baby, and she knew that it wasn’t worth spending much time thinking it was unfair or trying to advocate for different treatment. Following what the grown-ups said was always the easiest answer. So, she watched as Miss Julia rounded on Katie and then Lauren, wiped their faces, and then removed their bibs. She released the tray of Lauren’s highchair, helped her down, and then, with the girls now standing next to each other, gave them both kisses on the top of their heads. If Jackie hadn’t been so used to the absurdity, seeing that Miss Julia had to slightly get onto her toes to do so would have underlined just how surreal of a sight this was. “Alright, off to work, you two! Try to be ready for lunch at 12:30.” “Yeth mummy!” they said in unison, and then walked off in unison towards the hallway that led to their office. Miss Julia didn’t bother to watch them on their way, instead gathering up their dishes and bottles and bringing them over to the sink. Next, she went to the refrigerator and grabbed not one but two bottles, which she briefly popped into the microwave. Jackie was a little surprised, as there was already a bottle on the tray in front of her. After the microwave beeped, Miss Julia brought the two bottles over to an end table near the couch, then finally, returned to the highchair to retrieve Jackie. “Alright, little girl. Let’s get you down.” Miss Julia grabbed her bottle off of her tray, then released the tray from the rest of the chair, setting it aside on the table before using her free hand to help Jackie slide down from her seat. Jackie dropped straight to her hands and knees, and noticed as she did that a small clump of oatmeal fell from her bib to the floor, reminding her that she also still had some of her breakfast stuck to her face, where it was drying slightly. She frequently had to drink her bottle before being cleaned up, so this was nothing new, but it was still humiliating to be left a complete mess when both she or Julia could easily have cleaned things up for her. “Can you crawl over to the couch for me, baby?” Miss Julia asked, as if the destination wasn’t obvious. “Good girl!” she continued as Jackie did so, acting as if her compliance was some major achievement. They arrived in just a moment, and Miss Julia quickly sat down near the arm of the couch closest to the table that held the other two bottles. Setting down the original, she put both hands into Jackie’s armpits and helped boost her up onto the couch, deftly guiding her so that she was soon flipped over with her head cradled in Miss Julia’s arms with support from the arm of the couch and her diapered bottom and legs were sprawled out on the remainder of the couch. There was a brief pause as Miss Julia fiddled with her bib to ensure that it was covering most of Jackie’s chest, though there wasn’t much chance it would be needed now that she’d moved onto the bottles. Finally, she removed Jackie’s pacifier and replaced it with the nipple of a bottle, which Jackie reflexively suckled. “Baby might be a little dehydrated after her yucky tummy last night, so we’re going to have you drink a little extra milkies,” Miss Julia said as the first drops of formula reached Jackie’s tongue. Jackie hadn’t thought of that, but she supposed it might be true. Normally she’d close her eyes during a bottle feeding, or focus on her feet since she was supposed to be playing with them at home, but something about the tone of Miss Julia’s voice (or maybe even just the plausibly thoughtful premise) made her look up. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but she was surprised to see the expression on Miss Julia’s face. The only way that she could describe the look was pity. And sure, she probably looked pretty pitiful – she was an adult wearing a diaper, a onesie, and a bib, with food covering her face, sucking a bottle in another adult’s lap. Sometimes Mama would make a point to remind her how pitiful she looked in situations like this, but she was doing that to humiliate her. This was different. It was genuine. Jackie was surprised by her reaction. Miss Julia seemed to still be thinking about their bath time conversation earlier, and to care about it. Like she’d seen Jackie’s anguish and had an emotional response to it. That hadn’t happened to her in years, and it was touching her. She didn’t meet too many people in her second babyhood, but normally they fell into two categories: other humiliated adult babies doing whatever they needed to do to cope with their own misery, and adults who saw it as their whole purpose to add to that misery. She deserved to have someone care about her feelings, but it had been so long that having someone do so was shocking to her. She kept sucking the bottle, which wasn’t hard since she was basically always sucking on something, but her mind was suddenly racing. Miss Julia, for her part, was occasionally whispering little things like “such a good girl,” but mostly she was just holding the eye contact that Jackie was making. Jackie was starting to realize that part of her emotions were that she had completely given up on people being nice to her. Miss Julia wasn’t really in too much of a position to help her, but just the fact that she seemed to care at all was making her feel so much more at ease. She still needed to live as a baby here, but she didn’t need to humiliate herself so actively. She could just kind of live, and know that some people would look out for her a little. Tenderly, Miss Julia switched her over to the second bottle, stroking her head gently as she returned her hand to the cradling after putting down the first bottle. Jackie decided that she liked it here. She wouldn’t want to be here if she could pick anywhere in the world, but that was because she wouldn’t be in diapers or anything like it. But, given her lot, this was a lot better than being home with Mama. At the start of the trip, she’d wished it would be over. Being alone with these strangers had seemed incredibly awkward, and she would rather get back to the known territory of her own nursery. Like she did at home, she’d been rooting for time to pass as quickly as possible so that she could just get on to the next day. But, suddenly she found herself wishing the trip would go on for as long as possible. Sure, there was a lot of awkwardness, but these people weren’t out to get her. That was so much better than home. Jackie felt her shoulders relax, and she involuntarily snuggled a little closer to Miss Julia. If she was going to be nice to her, she reasoned, she’d be a fool not to take it. Even as she did, she wondered if letting herself relax would only make it harder to go back home to Mama. But that was a problem for Sunday. For now, and for once, she was going to do her best to enjoy her time away from Mama.

change right away? like wee then change? seems to defeat the purpose of wearing diapers to me! i love a soggy, heavy diaper!

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