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Disaster strikes Sam as the girls go out on their bikes. She is simply along for the ride until she is discovered at the other end. --- 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 ❤️ --- There was no response. The canopy was doing a remarkable job in stopping sound from escaping. She belatedly wished that she had the presence of mind to ask Nina to leave the front flap open. She let out a deep shaky breath. Wearing a diaper by choice in front of her friends was one thing, she could easily play it off as a precaution, but using it was something else entirely. Every time the trailer went over a bump on the path Sam felt more rumbles. Soon the rumbling became shifting which turned into pressure on Sam’s bowels. Perhaps the worst part of all this was not knowing how far they had left to go, they could be a minute or an hour away as far as Sam knew. She was shifting as much as she could in her seat but the cramps were getting worse. “Nina!” Sam cried out desperately. There was no response. No one could hear her. Sam was trapped in a little bubble separate from the rest of the world. She was trying not to panic but every time she got her breathing under control she felt another pain tear through her intestines. It felt like they were twisting and writhing in protest. Sam’s little arms and legs flailed as she tried to hit the canopy in the hope of attracting attention. “Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Sam repeated to herself. It was really going to happen. Sam felt heat rising in her face, her hands and feet shook and her desperate brain was racing through thoughts at a hundred miles per hour. She angrily rebuked herself for not going to the bathroom before they left, she hadn’t felt the need to go but she could’ve tried at least. Wetting her diaper in the night was one thing but Sam couldn’t fathom this. In the crib she wet herself because she couldn’t get out and didn’t want to wake up her best friend. Now her friends were mere feet away but completely absorbed in cycling and weren’t paying her any attention. This was going to be so much worse. Sam’s desperate mind came up with an idea. Maybe the problem was that she was just too full and she could buy herself some time by relaxing her bladder and peeing. She didn’t particularly want to wet herself but it was better than the alternative which felt like it was just minutes away. If it gave her a couple of minutes and that was enough time to make it to the next stop then it would be worth it. Remembering the night before Sam did her best to take a deep breath and relax herself. To her surprise she began peeing almost immediately. She hadn’t been aware of any special need to pee but maybe it had always been there, unnoticed because of the bigger urgencies. It was a still a very peculiar feeling. The warmth burst around her bottom and quickly spread up the back thanks to the way the seat had her sitting. She slowly let out her breath as she released her bladder. When she was finally done there was a cocoon of heat around her waist that didn’t feel all that bad, it was certainly better than her wet clothes had been. Sam looked out of the canopy she was under. For some reason she felt that what she had done would’ve been obvious to everyone around her but, of course, nobody was paying attention. The cycling continued as Sam felt the creeping heat continuing to slowly spread around her butt. As long as she didn’t let any of the others find out what had happened it didn’t seem so bad… A cramp ripped through Sam’s intestines. And her hands went straight down to her tummy. Any good feelings she had disappeared as she realised wetting herself hadn’t relieved the pressure in the slightest. She started feeling panicked as the pressure in her bowels seemed to grow by the second. “Nina!” Sam yelled. It was hopeless. She still couldn’t be heard. Sam tried to desperately think of some way to get out of the situation. The buckle for her seat was behind her, she knew that much, and reaching around she tried to find it. Her little arms had no hope of reaching the release, she couldn’t so much as lean forwards as the straps held her tightly back. Sam whimpered as tears filled her eyes. The pressure was building to levels she couldn’t control, it felt like there was a huge weight pressing against her sphincter and it was getting heavier all the time. There was no way for Sam to get anyone’s attention or get off the trailer. She was as useless as a baby. She waved her arms desperately as she saw her friends cycling past. Chrissy was paying no attention as she race around on the rocky path whilst Amy was constantly stopping and peering into the forest on one side and the lake the other with her binoculars. Soon it wouldn’t matter if anyone did notice her struggles as it felt like the only thing keeping the battle going was the seat right below her. She could feel her tired sphincter slowly losing the fight millimetre-by-millimetre. A family came cycling the other way and in her desperate state Sam tried to wave them down. They simply waved back and smiled thinking she was an excitable toddler. When the end came it was sudden. Sam felt the pressure building a little more but then her control gave out. She gasped as she suddenly felt a hot mushy mass get deposited in her seat. Sitting down as she was the poop had nowhere to go and spread out against her skin. She knew there was more to come but she was still trying to deal with the devastating reality that she was doing this. Sam’s bowels groaned in protest and she knew she had to get everything else. Without even thinking about what she was doing she lifted her butt an inch off the seat, it was all she could manage, and as soon as there was space her body pushed again. Sam moaned as she felt several long logs push into her underwear. She closed her eyes and felt her face go red as she held her breath and pushed. There was a muffled sound of breaking wind before a rush of sloppy mess rushed out and over the pile already in her diaper. Sam grimaced as she felt the waste pressing against her skin and spreading out. It got even worse as she lowered herself to sit in it. Compressed between the seat and her body, the poop spread over even more of her diaper. The smell started to leak out and contaminate the air as Sam started sniffing back tears. Sam caught a whiff of her own smell and cringed. The canopy stopped the sound going out and it was equally good at keeping the stink in. She was utterly trapped, all she could do was sit in the seat and wait to inevitably be discovered but she had no idea when it might be. The bike ride continued and every bump in the road made Sam bounce in her mess. She had cried for the first few minutes but then the tears dried up leaving her with a red face with streaks going down her cheeks. The smell became overpowering and she almost made herself sick but she slowly adjusted, or at least the smell seemed to get better. At the top of the hill they had been climbing for some time there was a rest area. Sam could see the path opening up into a clearing. To one side was an even more picturesque view of the valley below. The lake surrounded by forest was laid out before them all just over the edge of a small railing. There were a couple of picnic tables nearby though Sam was thankful that the four girls were the only people there. Amy stopped and neatly lowered her bike’s kickstand. Chrissy spun her bike as she skidded to a halt throwing up a cloud of dust. When Nina stopped next to her two friends Sam found herself shaking. She started crying again as she knew the moment of her discovery was at hand. Nina got off her bike and took a second before turning around when she saw Sam crying she frowned and hurried over. “Sam, what’s… Oh… God…” Nina unzipped the front of the canopy and the smell must’ve hit her like a bomb blast. Nina backed away. She almost looked like she was in shock. “Nina? What’s going on?” Chrissy asked. Amy and Chrissy came over and when they got within a few feet of the trailer they sniffed the air. They asked if some animal had left droppings nearby before the reality of the situation dawned on them. All three women looked into the trailer where Sam was hiding her face with her hands. Her diaper, the source of the offending smell was pushed out in front of her and she almost felt like she was looking at her friends through green stink lines. “I’m sorry…” Sam mumbled, “I… I’m sorry…” “Oh damn.” Chrissy said. “We’ve got to get her out.” Amy said though she made no attempt to approach Sam. It was Nina who had somewhat recovered from her shock who came forwards. She finished unzipping the canopy whilst clearly holding her breath. She was looking at Sam with sympathy and yet also didn’t want to spend too much time with her head in the trailer. It was typical, Sam thought, she just realised she might have a major crush on her friend and then she does this to utterly repel her. “I didn’t mean to…” Sam muttered. “It’s going to be OK.” Nina choked out. Sam felt Nina reach behind her and press the release for the straps. The belts slackened and with Nina’s help Sam climbed out of the seat. She felt disgusting and smelt worse. Nina backed up to let Sam step down off the trailer. She was crying still, her breath came in stages as tears cascaded down her face. If her diaper had felt heavy after her wetting it was nothing compared to how it was then. Her diaper was drooping as much as it was able to and seemed impossibly thick. Looking up Sam saw Chrissy suddenly cover her nose and back up several steps with a look of disgust on her face. Amy just seemed too shocked to do anything, it was only Nina who was trying to help in any way. “What happened?” Chrissy asked. Her voice was strained like she was doing her best not to breathe in at all. “I… I needed to go…” Sam sobbed, “I tried to tell Nina but she couldn’t hear me.” “I’m sorry.” Nina frowned with concern, “I didn’t hear a thing.” “Why didn’t you just wait?” Chrissy asked accusingly. “I tried!” Sam exclaimed and stomped her foot on the gravel. Did her friend think she did this deliberately? “Chrissy.” Nina looked over at the other woman with a severe look. Chrissy put her free hand up in apology before turning away and walking back several more paces. Sam felt like she was at the centre of some sort of exclusion zone, that her diaper was a toxic gas poisoning everyone around her. Even worse, she could see how Chrissy had looked at her, how Amy still WAS looking at her. She felt like she could read their minds: “Why did we bring this baby?” Perhaps worst of all was Nina. Sam could see her crush was trying to put a brave face on what had happened but it didn’t hide the embarrassment Sam knew Nina must have for being around her. It felt like no sooner had Sam noticed she had feelings for Nina than she blew up the chance for anything to happen in the most humiliating way possible. “It’s OK, Sam.” Nina said, “We’re going to sort this out. No one is coming up here so no one will know.” Those words did little to comfort Sam. It didn’t matter if strangers saw her like this, they all assumed she was a baby anyway, no matter how much she fought against that. It was her friends that worried Sam more. The people she was staying with, the people who knew her and would never forget what she had done. They would never see her the same way. Sam could already tell that as soon as they got back she would be asked to find a new place of residence. She sobbed even harder. “Please, Sam, don’t cry.” Nina said quietly in an understanding tone, “It’s going to be OK.” “It isn’t!” Sam finally exploded loudly enough that Chrissy turned and saw her. Sam didn’t want to open up emotionally. She’d already burdened her friends with everything that had happened on their vacation, with every adjustment they had had to make since they met her. She couldn’t just drop an emotional bomb on them. Not when she could still feel the squishy mess in the back of her diaper slipping against her skin whenever she shifted position. “Sam?” Nina prodded for Sam to open up. “I didn’t bring a spare diaper or anything.” Sam finally said. It was much easier to divulge the physical problem rather than the emotional one that was really causing her trouble, “I’m going to ruin your picnic by making us all go back before… Why are you looking at me like that?” “You don’t have to ruin anything.” Nina said. Her eyes flicked away from Sam guiltily. “What do you mean?” Sam asked, “I can’t just sit here like this…” Sam frowned as Nina looked at her with a sheepish smile. She slipped her backpack off her back and brought it to the ground between them both. She slowly unzipped it and Sam was shocked to see two clean diapers as well as a roll of toilet paper and a plastic bag. “You… You brought all this?” Sam said dumbly. “I wasn’t presuming you’d need it or anything!” Nina was quick to say, “It was for emergencies. I saw that you were wearing a diaper this morning, I know you’ve been having some trouble and I thought it was better to be safe than sorry.” Sam was so surprised she didn’t know what to say. On the one hand she was very grateful that Nina’s forward thinking may have saved their picnic, but on the other it meant that her friend had thought she would NEED a change. She could say it was “just in case” but friends don’t normally bring diapers on days out for “just in case”, these were brought specifically because of her. She might need them. No one else. The fact that she DID need them only did a little to ease Sam’s negative thoughts. “Please don’t be mad.” Nina finally said when Sam remained silent. “I just… I don’t know what to say.” Sam replied truthfully. “You don’t have to say anything.” Nina gave another small smile that sent Sam’s heart fluttering, “Just take my bag into the trees, find a spot and… well, you know.” “Change my diaper?” Sam said with self-loathing. She sniffed. The tears were stopping but the childish phrase made her cheeks turn pink, she saw Nina was blushing a little too. “You know the other two won’t say anything about it.” Nina continued, “We’ll look back on this in a few years and laugh.” Sam thought that might be pushing it but she took the bag from Nina and looked behind her to the trees at the edge of the clearing. The forest was pretty thick with vegetation, she wouldn’t have to go far in to them to get some privacy. “You’ll make sure no one comes over and sees what’s happening?” Sam asked Nina. “I’ll be your bodyguard.” Nina nodded. Sam took a deep breath and then wished she hadn’t as she smelt the pungent scent of her own heavily used diaper. She took the straps of the backpack and started dragging it over to the trees. She felt like Nina, Amy and Chrissy were all staring at her butt to see if they could see a bulge but she wasn’t going to look back to confirm that suspicion. She couldn’t believe she was finding herself in a position like this. --- 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/84355c57-7a8b-4e2a-9695-16b607ca37e7 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1191430

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?”

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? 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Being bladder incontinent and a woman who isnt ashamed of her body I wear 24/7 , even under my little black dress, I dont care who sees them, they're just a part of me

Is it actually worse?

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!

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

Wet way more than usual last night. Good thing I wore a plastic pant over my diaper. My Bambino v2 took it all, but was literally dripping when I took it off.

Briana's not going to take all this anti ABDL stuff lying down! 16 A Big Plan is Planned Monserrat came to the rescue, just like Briana knew she would. She was brave, strong, and super kind to Ava. Their utter disaster of an afternoon became a chance to see Ava’s apartment and snuggle with her. Plus, there were cookies! It wasn’t the date Briana and Ava had planned, but it felt good. When Mom and Dad arrived, they had hugs for Ava as well as Briana. It was good to see her girlfriend getting comfortable with her parents. It’d also be nice if she could get comfortable faster. The tiny peck Briana got for a goodbye kiss showed Ava had a long way to go to be really comfortable. On the ride home from Ava’s house, Briana was struck by how horrible the encounter at the bus stop had been and how wonderful her afternoon with Ava was. There was no reason for those people to be mean about ABDL. It was super wrong for that man to push Ava over. Even if she hadn’t been disabled, it would have been wrong. The unfair feeling of having to feel afraid of people – because of something harmless about herself – grew until Briana was gripping her car-seat in righteous anger. If she was scared in public, how much worse was it for Arthur, who was black too? Or Ava, who Briana had thoughtlessly pushed to be Little in public at her birthday party. There was Fabi, who had been so excited to go to that birthday party – because she never left her house after becoming a full-time Little. “Briana, is something wrong?” Dad looked back at Briana from the passenger seat. Jane was as calm as ever, but Briana knew her well enough to see the concern in her dad’s eyes. “Yes, Daddy! There’s a big injustice, and I have to fix it!” “The police are working on it, Baby Bee,” Mom said from the driver’s seat. “I’m quite impressed with how well you handled that police officer. It will take them time to find the man who hurt Ava, even if they take the case seriously.” “No, not that part. I mean, yes, that part, but that’s not enough! I have to do something about all the ABDL hate that’s happening.” Mom and Dad looked at each other with that look they shared when they wanted to be supportive – but were going to say no. Veronica took a deep breath and began with, “Baby Bee…” “No. Mom.” “Excuse me, young lady?” There was danger in Veronica’s tone. Briana forged stubbornly ahead into the danger. “You said Aunt Kiara could give me lessons. She said I had to pick something to work on. I’m texting her right now to tell her I found my thing.” “Ah, then that should be fine.” Jane sat back in her seat as if the matter was settled. To Briana’s surprise, Veronica nodded in agreement. “You’re not going to try and talk me out of it?” “First off, Briana, you’re incapable of steamrolling my sister. I don’t think anyone could do that to her. If she agrees to help you, it’ll be because she believes it’s a good thing to do and is prepared to support you.” Veronica caught Briana’s eye in the rear-view mirror and smiled at her. “I think I can speak for your mother when I say we weren’t trying to stop you from helping people.” Jane reached back and patted Briana’s leg. “Though I have some worries about you taking on a cause that so many people are angry about, I’m glad to see you asking for help – this time.” “Daddy, you said you’d stop bringing up the time I got frostbite!” “Indeed.” Jane chuckled. “It was you that brought it up.” “Nuh-uh! Daddy! You’re not being fair.” “Briana, don’t get yourself into a fussy state. You’ll have much more success asking for Kiara’s help if you ask her like a big girl,” Veronica said. “I’ll check her diaper when we get home,” Dad said. “Daddy! That’s not why I’m upset.” ~~~*~~~ Despite her protests, Briana got a diaper change and put in her crib for some “quiet time” before dinner. Quiet time was code for Mom wanting Briana to take a nap but not wanting to argue about it. That meant no phone, books, or toys other than her stuffies. It was the perfect example of why Big thinking was flawed sometimes. Mom didn’t appreciate what Briana could do as a Princess of Cloudland, especially with her most loyal knights in attendance. While Alanna assembled and inspected the knights – the Lioness was always much bigger on inspections than Briana was – Briana squeezed a shoulder through her crib bars to grab her tiara. It was sitting on top of her toybox within reach – unlike the rest of her princess costume, which was hanging in her closet. Technically, Briana had not left her crib. Also, though the tiara had been in her toybox, it was part of a dress-up costume, not a toy. Satisfied that she was well within the letter of Quiet Time law, Briana put on her Tiara. Now, with a fancy accessory for her basic cream-colored onesie, the Princess addressed her knights. “Loyal Knights of the Round Table, I speak to you now as your Princess, not as a fellow knight.” Briana was proud of that speech – she’d practiced it on the car ride. Unfortunately, her wet diaper had been a distraction, meaning she was at the end of her prepared statements. Luckily, Knight Captain Alanna stepped in to assure Princess Briana that she and the other stuffie knights were awaiting her orders. Quietly thanking her bosom stuffie, Briana felt her thoughts fall into place. “I do not come to give orders but with a higher purpose. You should all know that the visiting princess – and my new girlfriend – Ava, was attacked today in town!” The stuffies gasped! Sir Mimsey, the bat, squeaked so loudly that she went into ultrasonic. Arnold the Pangolin was scribbling something about Briana having a new girlfriend for his gossip column – but at least Arnold the Pangolin was shocked, if not precisely for the right reason. “Yes, it’s true. And no, Sir Arnold the Pangolin, I will not do a tell-all interview. Sir Arnold the Pangolin is supposed to be a knight right now, not a reporter.” Briana took a deep breath. “Anyway, this wasn’t an isolated incident, and it wasn’t a creature from the Cloudland world like a rakshasi. The attack was part of a movement of people being mean to Littles.” Briana got up on her knees, wishing she had her sword for the dramatic moment – but the sword was clearly a toy and therefore not allowed during Quiet Time. Besides, she had told her stuffies she wasn’t acting as a knight. “I call the Round Table to a quest! This quest is the most important one since rescuing Melody at Thanksgiving. We cannot fail.” Alanna looked uncomfortable, though she was too disciplined to say anything in front of the other knights. Briana figured she would get an earful from her lioness about that Thanksgiving quest – but things were different this time. No one was going to get frostbite in the spring, for one thing. Briana’s bedroom door opened, revealing the crucial reason the Quest to Save All Littles differed from the Quest to Save Melody. “This is an interesting nap technique.” Kiara stepped up to the crib and kissed Briana’s forehead. “Am I interrupting a meeting?” “Not at all! You came at a perfect time, Auntie.” Briana hopped up, leaning over her crib bars to give Kiara a big hug. Her aunt was wearing a dress of rumpled blue silk, subtly printed with pale purple flowers. It was a great look for an opera or something high-society-ish, though, to Briana’s knowledge, that kind of thing was usually in the evenings. “I’m glad to see you too, sweetie.” Kiara hugged Briana tightly. “Are you going to introduce me to your meeting, or is it adjourned?” “As Princess of Cloudland, I’d be happy to introduce you. This is most of my Round Table. You already know Knight Captain Alanna, but this is Sir Arnold the Pangolin, Sir Chuck, Sir Mimsey, and Sir Alanna’s squire, Beartholomew.” Briana touched each stuffie in turn, taking advantage of the introduction to end with another hug for Kiara. “And this is Kiara, my aunt, and the Rasmussen Matriarch.” “Very regal.” Kiara scooped Briana out of her crib by her padded rear, setting her down with only a small grunt of effort. “What’s on the meeting agenda?” “The Quest to Save All the Littles in Ardenthill.” Briana looked proudly up at her aunt, undaunted by the foot of difference in their heights. “I thought that’s what you were talking about in your text message.” Kiara took a seat in the story-reading chair next to Briana’s crib. “I think you might be too Little to have that discussion now, though." “No, that’s Big thinking. I can be Little and save all my friends.” “I wish you could, sweetie, but clothes and attitudes are important when changing people’s minds.” Kiara pulled Briana into her lap. “Vonnie told me about another quest you went on. You had the wrong clothes on, and you got frostbite.” “Everyone’s bringing that one up today. I apologized and learned from it already; it’s not fair.” “Then you still need to apply the lesson to your new goal.” Kiara stroked Briana’s hair. “Confronting people who aren’t ready to see a grown woman in diapers is going to make them angrier than they already are. They’ll say awful things to you. Things that will get frostbite on your heart.” “I wear diapers all the time. If I can’t do this in diapers, I can’t do it at all.” Briana hit Kiara with her biggest pouty-lip. “Your diapers aren’t always obvious, and your behavior isn’t always Little. I’m happy to help you with this, sweetie, but it will be hard enough with you tackling it as a Big girl. I don’t see a chance for success if you’re trying to convince people when you’re Little.” “Aunt Kiara, that doesn’t feel right. I’m not ashamed of who I am.” “I’m not either – but there was a time when I didn’t get to wear my hair naturally like I do now. Even with our family connections, this country was a different place ten years ago. I had to straighten my hair to be taken seriously.” Kiara sighed grimly. “I didn’t like it and still don’t like that I had to do it. But I did what I had to do to get in a position where I could make a change.” “Grandma couldn’t fix it for you?” “She might have been able to if she’d come to every one of my events. Even then, I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter because I had things I wanted to accomplish as my own woman, as Kiara Rasmussen, not as Michelle Rasmussen’s daughter.” Briana sighed. “I still don’t like it. I’m not saying that this is like the way you were treated, or the way black people were treated in general – but it still feels wrong.” “You don’t have to like it, baby girl.” Kiara bounced one leg gently under Briana. “But what’s more important to you – showing the world you’re not ashamed of being Little or making Ardenthill safe for all the Littles that live here?” “The second one.” Briana rolled her eyes. “Okay, so how do I do it?” “Do you think you can be Big right now to discuss it?” “Um – I’ll try.” Briana flopped against Kiara, tucking her head under her aunt’s chin. “I was Big all day at school and had to be super big to help Ava.” “This isn’t something we can fix in a day, or even a month, probably. Let’s work on it tomorrow afternoon when you have more energy.” “What are we going to do until dinner if we can’t plan?” Kiara grinned. “Well, Rosa’s at her derby practice, but before she left, she asked Vonnie and me to make sure Melody takes a break. Can you get Little enough to help your sibling relax?” “Ohmygoshyesfinally!” Briana bounced excitedly on Kiara’s lap. “That’s my darling niece.” Kiara smiled. “Go find your sibling, but be careful on the stairs. You won't get to play if you fall down the stairs.” Briana was out of her bedroom like a shot! She slid to the top of the stairs on the hardwood balcony, took the stairs excruciatingly carefully, and barreled into Melody’s bedroom. “Sib! Sib! It’s time to play!” Melody looked up from their computer with tired annoyance. There were bags under their eyes, like an exhausted Big! No wonder Tia Rosa had mandated a break. As far as Briana was concerned, it should have come much earlier. “Bri, come on, Mom and Mamá both said you can’t bust in here when I’m working and interrupt me.” “Well, your Mamá said you have to take a break today.” Briana folded her arms smugly. “Nuh-uh.” Melody’s protest lacked confidence. The guilty look they gave when Kiara came into the room meant they knew their doom was sealed. “She said I should probably take one.” “Well, she told me to make sure you take a break.” Kiara stepped over to Melody and pulled open the back of their sweatpants waistband. “And to check your pullup.” “Hey!” Melody blushed, cringing away from Kiara. Melody’s scarlet face could mean only one thing – not only would they play, but Briana’s sib was a potty-pants! It was such a welcome return to the blissful days before Christmas that Briana almost cried. Her diaper got damp instead of her cheeks, which was fine. It was more than acceptable because it gave Briana something in common with her sib. “That’s a soaked pullup. You know the rules, Little One. If you’re that wet, you get a diaper until bedtime.” Kiara took Melody’s hand. Wisely, Melody didn’t resist being led to the drawing room changing table. Briana crawled along, speedrunning – as Melody would say – a trip into Littlespace. “I was hyper-focusing. I’m almost done with the reporting system for my app.” Melody sighed, confining their protests to the verbal sphere as they climbed onto the changing table. “I didn’t have time for the potty.” “Well, now you have to make time for a diaper change and play with your sister.” Kiara wasted no time stripping off Melody’s sweats and sopping pullup. It was good that Tia Rosa hadn’t seen the way Melody was leaking onto their sweats – her sib might have gotten spanked! “Okay, but then I have to…” “After that is dinner; when that’s done, your mamá will be home from practice. She’s going to be in charge of your evening from there.” “Well – okay.” Melody’s sagging into defeated obedience made total sense to Briana. It was tough to argue with someone with authority while they were wiping pee off your butt. The diaper that came on after didn’t instill authoritative feelings either. What the diaper did do was rekindle a gleam in Melody’s eye that Briana had sorely missed. The sibling that came down from the changing table was much sillier than the one that’d gone up. Briana got tackled – and tickled – and didn’t breathe a word of protest through her helpless giggles. They didn’t play anything elaborate like Cloudland. Despite that, it was the most fun Briana had had since her birthday. As Kiara sat on the drawing room couch with an amused look on her face, Briana and Melody chased each other around, playing silly games like Doggie (Melody was the doggie, as always), Super Space Dolls (Briana’s new Barbies had been transported to an alien planet the first time Melody played with them), and Chase the Bouncy Ball. Their last game left them both sweat-soaked and laughing, lying across each other on the floor. “What’s this project you’re always working on, Sib?” Briana nuzzled Melody’s sweaty cheek. “Ugh, it’s some dumb thing that I stupidly made open source, and now it has a whole community and whatever I can’t let down.” “Why don’t you let them take it over if you don’t like it?” “Because they’d make it wrong.” “That doesn’t make any sense. If you don’t like working on it, then…” “Hey, Auntie, Briana’s diaper is more than just sweaty.” “That sounded like tattling, Melody,” Kiara smirked. “I’m just taking care of my little sister.” Melody’s faux-innocent expression made Briana roll her eyes. “Don’t think I didn’t see what you did there!” Briana’s fine, strident statement ended in a squeak as Kiara heaved her onto the changing table. “What, you mean make it so you don’t have to sit in a wet diaper for all of dinner? You know Grandma’s coming over; it’s going to be a long one.” “Fine, don’t tell me about your dumb project.” Briana crossed her arms as Kiara tore the tapes on her diaper. “I don’t care.” “Good.” “Good!” “Good!” “GOOD!” “Okay, kids, that’s enough.” Kiara popped a pacifier in Briana’s mouth. She didn’t have one handy for Melody, but the look she gave Mel was enough to shut them down just as effectively. Tuckered out from chasing a bouncy ball and with bigger issues to worry about than Melody’s coding project, Briana closed her eyes and relaxed into Kiara’s gentle diaper change. She’d have to ration her big-ness tomorrow to keep enough to have a proper strategy session with her aunt. Then Ava, Arthur, Fabi, and the rest of the Littles would never have to be scared again!

Please let this just be a bad dream, Varis thought to himself as he tried to curl up and make himself look as small as possible in Angelica's arms. He could hears some murmurs and chuckles as Angie walked them through the cubicles to the conference room. It was bad enough that he was cuddling his plush tiger, Mr. Nuggets, in his arms and was sucking on his blue and white binky. No, what made this so much worse was the fact that all he was wearing was a purple Red's Hint's t-shirt, and a diaper with a green smiling t-rex on it. "Don't worry, Vary," Angie said in a soft voice, smiling warmly down at him in her arms. Varis could only bring himself to whimper. A blowout. While at work, on his way to the restroom, he felt a gurgle in his belly, and not three seconds later, had had an actual blowout. The accident had immediately overwhelmed his Paw-Ups, his pants, shirt, and even suit jacket. And all Varis could do was stand there, a mess, with his colleagues all around him... and cry. The more he thought back on it, the more distressed he had felt. That was, until, Josh had rushed to his side. The crocodile wasted no time. He scooped up the distressed wolf and practically ran while carrying him to the elevator. Once in the daycare, Josh carried him over to the changing table, having one of the daycare ladies bring him a plastic grocery store bag. Varis' clothes, minus his wallet, were safely stowed away into the bag and tied up tight, before that bag was tied into another bag, just to be safe. Then, after cleaning his hands, he gave Varis the binky and the stuffy from the shared diaper bag Josh and Marie both packed, since he was going to be spending time around Eliza more often, it had made sense for them to get a bigger bag so that both the wolf and the bunny could have additional care supplies in one place. Or, at least, that's what Marie had told Varis. And, reluctantly, he found himself somewhat grateful for it, as his suitcase was all the way back up in his office. It had taken Josh a little while and a lot of baby wipes to get Varis clean. For good measure, Varis even found himself being given a bath in the daycare bathroom's tub, while the changing pad of the table was swapped out. Having found out what happened, Eliza had rushed over after Varis was dried off and set onto the clean changing pad, to try and help comfort him. Varis calmed down after a little bit, even after it had been decided that he would be wearing a diaper for the rest of the day, just in case, as was what turned out to be company policy regarding MSer employees and blowouts. Josh then left him in the daycare to play, be looked after, and hopefully de-stress a bit before it was time for the big meeting, all while taking the clothes to go and find a laundromat nearby. After a while of getting used to waddling and even crawling around in a much thicker undergarment than he was used to working with, Angie, who had been informed of what'd happened, came to collect him, provided he still felt up to it. He'd looked up at her defiantly and proudly proclaimed he was good to go. As he looked over at Doc Juniper eyeing him and his new attire while Angela took a seat, setting him onto her knee, Varis was beginning to regret that decision. Before he could think of anything to say now that the three of them were settled in the conference room, the door opened, revealing a certain middle-aged brown-and-white-furred goat in a salmon colored shirt with a red tie and khaki pants. Eugh, who would wear something so... unprofessional when at work like that? Varis wondered, then blushing a little as he took a look at what he was wearing. "Hey there Doc, Angie. You both wanted to see me?" "Thanks for coming in, Larry," Doc Juniper said, Varis swearing that the old owl had snuck a grumpy 'harrumph' in there somewhere. "We know that this is a little sudden. Please, take a seat. The goat walked over to the only available chair, which was facing the three of them. He sat and took a look around the conference room in curiosity. "Oh, it's not a problem, Doc." He chuckled as his eyes landed on Varis, offering the wolf a wave. "Babysitting, Angelica?" The large grizzly was bouncing Varis in her lap, both arms around him as she did so. "Not today, unfortunately," Mrs. Duvar said, nuzzling the top of Varis' head, prompting his tail to start thwacking against her side, despite the slight reddening of his cheeks. "Vary was just being a little bit fussy when I went to get him." "Heh, yeah, babies can be like that. Maybe he'd be more comfortable down in the daycare?" "Ahem," Doc said, looking sternly from the goat to Angelica and Varis, and back again. "This little meeting isn't about Varis or his daycare habits. This is actually about a matter regarding you, Larry." "Me?" The brown-and-white-furred goat seemed confused, and fidgeted a little nervously. "Yes. Varis here actually noticed some... discrepancies in the invoices from your deal with Mallmart..." Larry's eyes went wide very briefly, before he chuckled and leaned back in his seat. "I think perhaps the little guy might have been mistaken there, Doc. I mean... look at him." Larry motioned to Varis, who was glaring daggers right back at him. "You can't really say that he's operating at a full... adult capacity." Varis was practically seething behind his soother, which was bobbing in and out of his muzzle. A gentle rubbing of his back and some rocking from Angelica was enough to help him settle back down. "Actually, Varis simply had a little bit of a blowout, so he needed something else to wear. But Vary, despite his condition, has proven time and again that he is still more than capable of doing his job, very well, I might add." Angelica then started to tickle Varis' tummy. "Yes he did, oh yes the big little puppy did!" Varis, despite trying to fight it, tittered and giggled. Larry opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Doc. "And of course, we've had the invoices and the books double checked by others in the accounting wing. The point is, money has been going missing from the payments of each shipment with Mallmart! It started off small, about $20 here, $30 there..." "W-well, everyone knows that Mallmart gets shoplifters and untrustworthy employees all the time! This is probably j-just their usual shrinkage!" Varis felt some satisfaction seeing how pale Larry was looking under his fur and fidgeting even more in his chair. Things were very clearly not going his way. "I'm sure Mallmart thinks so. But then, whoever has been doing it, has gotten bolder, gradually increasing it to $75 and then $85, and then kept going. Sometimes going down a little bit, possibly afraid of getting caught, other times they seemed to get a bit overconfident as the amount would them rise back up! Also, I think a better term for what is going on would be... embezzlement." Angelica glared as she spoke, the icy tone of her voice causing Vary to whimper and wet a little, prompting her to shift him into a cradled position in her large and strong arms and begin rocking. Larry opened his mouth to speak again, and once again was cut off.. this time by Varis, whose binky was in his left paw, while a stack of papers Angie had handed him were in his right. "Thursday August twelfth, three years ago, $18. Tuesday, February fourth, two years ago, $75. Wednesday, October eighth, last year, $333." Varis looked up at the goat, who was giving him a nasty look that Varis simply rolled his eyes at. "Those are just some of the highlights for this embezzlement. I've actually meticulously scoured every invoice and shipping manifest and piece of paperwork I could find regarding Mallmart. It's all here in black and white." "Over the course of three and a half years, the culprit has skimmed approximately three hundred and forty-two thousand, six-hundred and fourteen dollars, and eleven cents." Doc's voice brooked no nonsense, and Larry looked ready to bolt, flinching back from each syllable as it came from the older owl's beak. "... I-I-I s-see," Larry stammered, looking very nervous to Vary. "Essentially, we're giving the person responsible one chance to fess up, return as much of the money as possible, and then find a way to pay off the rest... or else we will go to the authorities." "So, Larry." Doc said, causing the goat's head to snap up to look at him. "Do you have anything to say?" "I-I'll g-get the money..." Larry mumbled. "Good choice," Angie said, tapping on her phone. The door to the conference room opened and in stepped three security guards, a warthog, a marten, and a buffalo. They said nothing and just stared at Larry, who seemed to shrink down into his seat. "Our helpful security staff here shall escort you over to Niko's office where you two shall start discussing the return of the money. Other than that... get out of my sight," Doc practically spat as he said it. Larry got up and was escorted out of the room. Once they were gone and the door was shut, Doc leaned back in his seat and rubbed his temples. "I hate that we couldn't just call the cops on him right then and there." "Me too, Doc," Angie said, shifting Varis in her arms so that his chin was resting on her shoulder. "But you heard the higher ups. They'd rather get as much of the money back as possible." "True... but I still say that it's asinine. Emphasis on the ass." "Doc! Language!" Varis blushed and tucked his tail between his legs, earls splaying flat on his head. "I'm not a baby, Angie! I've heard and said worse." Varis said, after turning around an pulling out his binky. Angie smiled and took the soother from him, happily popping it right back into his muzzle. "I know you're not a baby, sweetie! But even so, there are just some things your precious little ears don't need to hear. Now, with how fussy you've been during this meeting, I think you could use a nap." Varis was shifted back to looking over her shoulder, much to his annoyance. Though the continued backrubs were helping. "Yes, well... good job, Varis. You... did a great service for the company," Doc said, sounding awkward. "Vary, what do we say when someone says something nice to us?" Angie asked. "Tankoo Dowc," Vary lisped. "Yes, well... keep up the good work then." At that, the older owl turned and exited the conference room. Wow... I think... yeah, this is actually the first real attaboy I've gotten from Doc since... my diagnosis got out! And this is while I was wearing a diaper in front of him! Varis' tail excitedly began to wag, causing Angie to chuckle. "There's the happy puppy! Now, let's get you back down to the daycare! And then you can do some more work after your mandated playtime with Eliza!" * * * "So did you two have fun today?" Josh asked as he walked into the elevator, the extra large diaper bag slung over one shoulder, holding both Eliza and himself to his hips with amazingly little effort. Varis had never been so grateful to spend the rest of the work day in the daycare. Most certainly not because, after his nap, Varis had been enthralled by a puppet show Miss Marla had put on for them. Varis did a double take while Eliza was explaining about the puppet show and the fantastic journey Flopsy the Unicorn had gone on under the sea. He saw that Josh was wearing a blue polo shirt instead of his suit jacket or undershirt. Looking down, he saw that the crocodile had on a pair of khaki shorts. Was the... mess... really that bad? Felt guilty at the thought. "How about you, champ?" Josh asked, smiling as he looked down at the wolf he was carrying. Varis blushed and shook his head. "Huh?" "I was asking you how your meeting went? I know that this was a pretty big day for you..." Josh smiled warmly down at Varis, the latter of whom was fidgeting a bit and unknowingly releasing his bladder into his awaiting diaper. "Uh... it went okay, I guess. Doc and Angie said that Larry's gunna have to pay back the money he stole, or else they'll go to the police. And that the only reason they hadn't already is because the higher ups want to try and get back as much of the money that they can." Josh nodded at this. "It does make sense... though, I imagine that most of that money is long gone..." "Well duh," Eliza chimed in, rolling her eyes as she did so. Her cream-colored dress was hiked up a little as her thickly padded bottom was being cupped by Josh to help carry her. "Really they'd be better writing the money off as a loss, called the cops, and then sued him for what they could afterwards!" "Yet, at the end of the day, this is the path they're choosing to go down, honey-bunny. Now, how about we talk about something much more pleasant?" They were soon out in the parking garage, heading towards Josh's car. "Like what, Daddy?" "Like the fact that a little while ago, Mari called me to let me know about a surprise waiting for you two back at her house." Josh opened the back door and, after setting Lizzy onto her carseat, he then took a moment to check the state of Varis' diaper. "Okay, a bit wet, but I think you'll be good until we can get you home, big guy." Varis whimpered a little. "I-I didn't even feel it..." Varis sniffled a little, earning him a hug from Josh. "Hey now, that's okay. Sometimes we all get a little too distracted to notice small things like that." Josh smiled some more while ruffling Varis' headfur. The babied wolf didn't want to admit it while he was being buckled snugly into his carseat, but Josh helped him to feel a little bit better. Actually, Varis thought while Josh was checking Eliza's diaper and buckling her in to her own carseat Josh really helped me out a lot today. Especially when he didn't even have to... "Uhm... th-thank you, Josh," Varis said as Josh started up the engine. "For what, Buddy?" The crocodile looked back at the big pup in the backseat. "For... really helping me out today... especially with my clothes... and the cleanup..." "Aww, think nothing of it!" Josh smiled brightly. "I'm sorry I couldn't find an open laundromat today and that you couldn't wear at least the top half of your big boy outfit." Varis frowned a little at his suit and tie being called that, but shrugged it off. "Well... anyways, you really did help out when you didn't have to..." "Varis, buddy, we've been buds since before college. And you sometimes need a little extra help with some things now. I really don't mind." Josh winked at Varis in the rearview mirror, before pulling out of the space. Back on the open road, Varis watched the traffic and buildings go by, all while chatting with Lizzy, who really seemed excited to talk about the upcoming new season of Greeney. He was vaguely familiar with the cartoon, knowing it had something to do with a kitten and her family, but didn't know anything beyond that. When this was explained to Elizabeth, her eyes went wide. "... Welp, that decides it then... we're gunna have a watch party at your house for our next playdate!" Lizzy giggled as she bounced in her seat. "J-just because I... kinda maybe needed a d-diaper today, that doesn't mean that I'm gunna suddenly be interested in little baby shows, Lizzy!" Varis insisted, earning him a bop on the nose from the tan bunny with her plush shark. "It's not a baby show! It's a great cartoon! And just for calling it that, we are definitely gunna binge the entire series. Thankfully, you and Mari got me the current box set for my birthday last month! Remember?" Varis swore internally, realizing that his suggestion of the cartoony show in the juvenile section of the TV & Movies aisle to Mari for the babified bunny had just come back around to bite him in the padded butt. "Look, Lizzy. I don't thi--" Varis' voice trailed off at the sight of the big watery sad eyes Lizzy was, once again, unleashing on him. "Oh come on! How is that even fair?!" "It's not!" Lizzy said with a quick giggle brightening up her previously sad-looking face, which she quickly reverted back to. "GAH! FIIIINE! I'll watch a couple episodes with youMPH!" Varis found himself unbuckled and pulled into a surprisingly strong, and near bone-crushing, hug from Eliza. "Yay! You're gunna love it!" "Lizzy! We've talked about this before as well. Good girls do not unbuckle Varis from his carseat to hug him when we are driving, do they?" Josh chastised from the front seat. Lizzy quickly pushed the stunned wolf back into his carseat and rebuckled him back in. "Sorry, Daddy..." "It's okay, princess. But you need to try and remember, okay?" "'Kay!" Lizzy went back to playing with her shark while Varis' head spun. Noticing that the car was pulling to a stop, he saw that they were at the sidewalk in front of his and Mari's house. But his blood turned to ice when he saw the big red truck parked in the driveway, recognizing it immediately. "Th-that's my f-father-in-law's truck!" Varis was not looking forward to meeting Michael, especially dressed as he was now. "Yup! Michael and Bella heard about your diagnosis and came all the way down here to see you and Mari," Josh said, killing the engine and getting out. Varis whimpered while the crocodile collected his little princess, before coming around to grab their diaperbag and then him. Oh gods! Michael's probably trying to convince Mari to divorce me! Or maybe have me put in some kind of MSer group home! That's practically like being at an orphanage! Varis cuddled Mr. Nuggets closer and leaned in to Josh as much as he could. "Hey now, no need to be scared, buddy," Josh said, bouncing Varis a little. "They seemed real excited to get to see you." "I'll bet," Vary mumbled, absentmindedly slipping his binky back into his muzzle. Josh unlocked the front door... causing Varis to briefly wonder why Josh had a key. Then, all of a sudden, Varis was making eye contact with Michael and Bella. Michael was wearing his old green military jacket, his headfur still in the buzz-cut style. Despite Mike being a head shorter than him, Varis had always been a bit intimidated by the fennec fox's muscular build, which was apparent to all who looked at him, even under heavy coats. His tail did wag a little at the sight of Bella. She was wearing a yellow blouse and a long flowing white skirt that reached her ankles. She always had a calming effect on her husband, and looked like the spitting image of her daughter, just slightly older-looking. Varis gulped and braced himself for Mike trying to insist on the divorce. "There's our special boy!" Mike said, walking over with his tail wagging. As he easily took Varis from Josh, the wolf was amazed. He wasn't aware that the older fennec's tail even could wag anymore. "Wh-what's going on?" Varis squeaked out, just before Bella reached over and began to tickle his exposed feet, making him shriek with laughter. "Oh my goodness," she exclaimed while Mike bounced Varis in his arms, "he's even cuter than Mari said!" "He really is!" Mike smiled at his wife and patted Varis on his soggy bottom. He turned to look at Josh, the happy expression his face quickly wiped away. "And you're... Jake, right?" "Uh, J-Josh, Mike." Josh held his hand out for Mike to shake. Mike simply let it hang there for a few moments before shaking it. "Right. And please, call me Mr. Malfort." Huh... that's weird, Varis thought, making a soft nuk sound while sucking his binky, it being audible in the growing awkward silence. That's what he said to me when I first introduced myself to him when me and Mari first started going out. "Michael," Bella said with a stern undertone. "You're right, honey! This is an exciting day!" Mike laughed and raised Varis up over his head. "While this is a little different from regular grandkits, I say that little Vary-Berry here is just as good!" GRAND-WHAT?! Varis' eyes went wide, wanting to say something in his outrage, being stopped when Mike lowered him and began to blow a raspberry on his tummy. Varis squealed and giggled as Mike and Bella fawned over and cooed at him.

He nodded. She laughed. "God you're pathetic. You actually enjoyed that? You enjoyed being humiliated, paraded around in skirts and diapers, used as a toilet, and treated like our little bitch?" He paused, blushed, but still nodded. "Figures. A loser like you would, and the fact you're here proves it. Looks like you're learning to love your diapers aren't you, you pervert." He looked down at the white, printed material jutting out from under his skirt. He couldn't say he loved them. However, the thought of this attractive, powerful woman dressing him up in humiliating clothes for her own pleasure... it made him shudder. He hated that he loved it. "I really hope you are still learning your lesson. I hope when we are done, you never even think of stalking one of my friends again, ok? And if you do, all the videos from tonight will go online on our favorite sites, and you will have your own herd of perverts coming after you, understood? You want men coming hoping to spank you in a skirt and diaper or tie you down?" He nodded. Even that last, horrifying threat served as pleasure in his mindset. He shuddered again. She looked down at it and shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. "Wow, literally too perverted to punish, Diaper Girl. Maybe I'll just keep you around like this after and we can do it each week? "MHMM!" he said eagerly, nodding. She laughed, then continued. "We have one more game for you, then you can finish and rest, ok? You see, its almost midnight. Normally, we'd watch a ball drop and hear fireworks, wouldn't we?" He nodded, curious. "We don't have one, but we will see SOMETHING drop, and hear SOMETHING go off." She held up the remote. "You see this? When I hit this button, that little plug inside you will open up, and we will all get a nice view of you filling your diapers to the brim. With all the laxatives enemas in you, you're going to make a nice, big, stinky mess for mommy. Then, we are going to take turns passing you around on our laps, bouncing you up and down, where ALL the spicy mush we give you is going to burn your spanked bottom again and again. And that's how you'll end the night- not with anyone here or with anyone in a relationship with you, but with you bouncing up in your dirty, poopy diapers, spanked bum aching the entire time, while we all laugh at you. Sound fun?" For once, he shook his head. "MMM MM!" he begged, though she only laughed and walked away to get everyone's attention. Part of him knew it was coming. They had fed him laxatives, they had even given him an enema, and they put him in diapers. Logically, there was only one way for that to go. Still, even after all he experienced, the idea of messing his diaper shook him to his very core. "MMM MMM! MMM MMM!" he complained as three of the women untied his leash and lifted him up by his legs and arms. He struggled helplessly, the ropes on his feet and hands keeping him in place as the carried him to the top of a shelf. They set him down, bottom to the audience, and almost eye level with everyone there. They lifted his skirt and tied it tightly around his waist, exposing the full back of his diaper. Sawyer just patted his diapered bottom. "Its so cute to hear you complain, as if you get a say. We know you love it, pervert, so just accept it." His plug started vibrating. He lifted his head back, feeling his tears mix with the drool from his mouth. They all laughed as he moaned, but nothing he could to could stop his reaction. The countdown started. "10!" they chanted. He moaned louder. "9!" He whined, not wanting them to see what he knew what was coming. "8!" He cried and screamed as loud as his pacifier gag would allow, desperately hoping someone else would hear and come to his aid. "7!" He pulled and struggled at the chains, but nothing budged. His diapered behind remained where it was, and there was no way to change it. "6! 5! 4! 3!" "MMMM!!" He cried. "2! 1!" He hung his head in shame. He felt the plug expand.

.... "Wha... wha?" Tony said. A fair of fingers were snapping in front if him, and he focused on them then felt his focus break. His mind cleared as if he was walking out of a fog, and he remembered where he was. Mommy was looking at him and smiling. "You ok honey? We're all done now." He looked around himself. He was in his own bedroom- a small, purple space with an adult sized crib, a pile of stuffed animals, and a closet full of dresses and diapers with just enough space to hide it all if someone vanilla came to visit. He was sitting on the ground, leaning back with his hands behind him, and wearing a diaper and bright yellow dress with a white collar. He realized he had just been hypnotized, and she had woken him up from it. "What did you do Mommy?" he asked. She waved a finger in front of his face, her normal reaction to his misbehavior. "Ah ah ah," she said. "That's for Mommies to know and little sissy babies to find out. Need help up?" Ella reached down and pulled him to his feet. He stood up, blushed, and straightened his dress. "Now, we have some house work to do before they come. I want you to take up the laundry, sweep and wipe the floor on your hands and knees," "Why my hand's and knees?" he asked. "Why not the mop?" "Yes sissy, on your hands and knees," she aid. "And its because I said so. Then I wand you to clean the bathrooms..." "You know I think it's unfair I clean the thing I'm not allowed to use," he said. She smiled. "You mean like how I clean your butt and pampers ten times a day even though you're the one who uses them?" He stared at her with his mouth open. "Well?" "Touche." "Good girl." "And it's only four," he muttered. "What's that?" "Ummm... nothing Mommy. Thanks for changing my diapers..." "Twelve time... "More like three..." "Fifteen times a day. So, if you are done that, you can clean under the oven and fridge, and use the handheld vacuum to clean the stairs." He thought about her demands. "Mommy, why do all your instructions involve me crouching down?" She laughed. "Obviously just because I love seeing your pretty bum sticking out of your skirt. Now be a good girl and get working," she said, and patted his diaper. He shook his head. He knew she did SOMETHING to him. The question was WHAT. So far, none of the words she used gave him any immediate trigger. He stopped for a second, and waited as if he was refusing her instructions. No part of him felt compelled to move forward. He was obeying her out of his own free will and kink, not due to hypnosis. He thought for a moment. He took out his phone and set it to record. "Hey dumb baby! Hey little sissy! Hey diaper girl!" he said, using the various names they tended to call him. He stopped recording, and played it back. "Hey dumb baby! Hey little sissy! Hey diaper girl!" his phone said. He paused and waited for any instinctual reaction. "Nothing," he said. No impulsive motion, no embarrassing line blurted out, no sudden horniness, no bending over or spanking his own bottom. He heard laughing behind him. His Mommy was leaning against a doorway and watching him from across the house. "You aren't going to figure it out that way baby girl." He waited for a reaction from "baby girl," but got nothing. "Don't you also have chores too, Mommy?" She put a finger to her chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm let me check my list," she took out her phone. "Task one, tell the little subby in diapers to do all the work for me or else I'll spank her. Step two, watch her do the work while I enjoy the site of her skirt rising over her little pampered bottom whenever she bends over." "Hmph, meanie," Tony said, and walked into the laundry room. He looked at laundry machines. The dryer had finished its load, and the basket was on top of it. He reached up to grab it, then lowered it down to the ground. BLARRT! He jumped up as he heard the sound coming from the back of his diaper. He reached behind himself and felt the padding in a panic. It wasn't entirely dirty yet, but he knew he had been close. "What was that!?" He shouted out loud. He looked over his shoulder at Mommy, who was watching while sipping wine. She shrugged and pursed her lips in a feigned confused face. "I don't know. You're in diapers, maybe it just comes out from time to time. Isn't that why you wear them?" "Uh huh," he said, and looked back at the basket. He touched the top of it, and nothing happened. He opened the dryer and grabbed the clothes, and nothing happened. Whatever caused it, it wasn't just doing a chore. That is, if the sudden release WAS from the hypnosis. He pulled the clothes out of the dryer and dropped them into the basket. He squatted down to pick it up, and... BLLARRTT! This time it was louder, and far more extreme. He bolted up, and reached back to feel a sudden lump in his diaper. "MOMMY! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" he shouted. Ella shrugged again. "I didn't do anything. It looks like you just messed your diaper, Ms. Potty Pants." "But..." "Should I get you diapers that say "Potty Pants," on them? They sell those, and it seems fitting." "Har har," he said. He looked at the basket again. Experimentally, he started to slowly squat down to grab the basket. BLLART! He jumped back up again. "Mommy! That's not nice!" he whined, with tears forming in his eyes. "Aww," she said with a fake pout. "What's not nice diaper girl?" "The hypnosis! You made me mess myself every time I squat!"

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.

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.

Okay, so tonight I pulled the stent out. Not because it hurt, not because it stopped working. No, I could have gone on for many more weeks if I wanted to. But the thing is, I just didn't want it anymore, that's the only reason. At some point I get tired of leaking all the time, when I am in bed. Peeing with every movement, every cough, fart or deep breath I take. And on top of that, there's my penis that seems to really like the feeling of constant urination, making it want to get hard, which is painful in a diaper. Getting good, deep sleep is the biggest challenge I face with total incontinence. Some nights it works fine, but last night was the straw that broke the camel's back. So I took the stent out and slept like a baby the rest of the night. But after waking up I decided to put the stent back in, so I am comfortably leaking again while I write this message. I guess I prefer daytime incontinence.

Varis opened his eyes and stretched, letting out a yawn. The wolf smiled for a bit, the grin on his muzzle growing wider as Mari's face appeared over his. "Did someone have himself some sweet dreams? I think he did," the fennec vixen said with a coo. "Mownin' Mawi!" Varis's eyes went wide as he heard his childish lisp. Looking at the tip of his muzzle, he could see a white and blue object bobbing in and out. Reaching for it and giving a tug, Varis held the pacifier up to inspect with a frown. He suddenly remembered the previous night when his wife offered him the soother and a plush tiger to cuddle to help him sleep. He scowled as he subconsciously cuddled Mr. Nuggets close to his chest. "I don't think I like sleeping with a binky or a plushie, Mari," Varis said as he got up and headed towards the bathroom, wincing from the feeling of the soaked and swollen night time diaper now drooping from his hips. Realizing he still was holding the toy close, he huffed and set it on the dresser next to the bathroom door. Mari said nothing but simply smiled and set the binky into the chest pocket of the overall Mr. Nugget was wearing. Varis gazed at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, not happy with the sight before him. There stood a grown wolf in his twenties, albeit late twenties, wearing his favorite bright green pajama top... with a thick green and blue diaper taped around his waist, the smiling comet on the front having faded. He let out a weary sigh, knowing full well that when he got done with his morning shower, there would be a paw-up awaiting him still in lieu of his normal boxers. Despite his initial estimate when he and Mari had first gotten him the training pants, he was still using them. He made a face of disgust while untaping his diaper, thankful it wasn't messy, as that would have required more help from Mari. Balling it up and tossing it into the trash, he turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before getting in. Normally, his showers were a time of peaceful reflection on work, or a time to let his mind drift and his imagination out to play in a daydream while his body went through the motions of cleaning himself. Try as he might to relax, he couldn't get the thought of the paradoxical nature of paw-ups out of his head. On the one paw, they were a sign of maturity and that first step towards independence for toddlers and perhaps some late-blooming little pups. A step towards the ever mysterious complexities of adulthood. But for those diagnosed with MS? It was the exact opposite. Training pants were a sure sign of immaturity, and a great big leap back towards dependence and, for most MSers at least, the simplicity of babyhood. Rinsing off his ocean mist body wash, Vary gave a great big shake before stepping out to start drying himself with a towel. The finished product being a now much floofier Varis, who hated how much more puppy-like his puffed-out looking fur was now. Did my fur always fluff out this much after a shower? He thought to himself, quickly dismissing the idea. He briefly wondered if Mary would start insisting on giving him bubble baths. Before his diagnosis, he would have chuckled at the notion and accepted, knowing full well that that would quickly lead to a rather... 'intimate' situation. Now though, it would still be intimate, just not in the way he would have preferred, probably with her humming some catchy MSer song or even giving him some bath toys to play with. That thought did however spark another one in his head, wondering about when the last time he and Mari had actually been 'intimate' with one another was. The more he dwelled on it, the more he realized that it had been a while before his diagnosis. Trying to recall the memory, it actually felt rather... hazy. He then tried to imagine him and Mari being 'intimate'... yet... something about it felt... gross? "No," he said quietly to himself, "that can't be right! We've been... like that plenty of times before, heck, even before we were married!" He internally clamped down on a sense of dread. "Is this disease going to strip that away from me too?" He hung his head and wiped his eyes. Internally, he knew that it, unfortunately, made sense. He'd been making some inquiries about his condition lately, and found that MSers tended to lose any sort of a libido. Most sources seemed to agree that MSers often became very... innocent, about such things. What that meant, exactly, Varis didn't know, as the thought alone had made him so uncomfortable he'd shut his laptop and needed to be cuddled by Mari afterwards. He jumped at the sudden gentle knock on the bathroom door. "Vary, baby? Are you okay in there? Do you need any help?" Maris' voice, full of care and concern, came from behind the closed door. "Y-yeah, M-Mari, I'm fine! Just finishing up is all!" "Okay, sweetie! You'd better hurry up then, don't want to be late on your special day at work!" His tail tucked and his ears drooped at the reminder of his 'special day'. Thanks to anti-discriminatory labor laws regarding MSers, Varis couldn't just be fired simply because of his condition. However, those same laws also required some new... adjustments at work. The big one being a requirement for him to spend a certain amount of time each day at the company daycare having some mandatory play and activity time. As well as a mandatory naptime. It also meant that a staff member trained in childhood care and MSer care would have to check in on him and assist with his needs, especially bathroom needs. He could only imagine how much grumbling Doc Juniper most likely made about these required accommodations, not that Varis was thrilled about them being required either. He'll just have to work twice as hard to prove that he was still just as capable as any of the rest of the staff! Puffing out his chest, he exited the bathroom, to find Mari standing there, holding open the Paw-Up for him, ready to step inside and start his day. He looked at the Cretaceous Park logo's t-rex skeleton silhouette, imagining it was smirking up at him. "Th-thanks, M-Mari," Varis stuttered, some of his bravado already faltering a bit in the wake of his wife's gentle and loving smile. "Always, baby." Mari's bushy tail wagged a little as Varis took one step, and then the other into the awaiting garment. She pulled it up his legs and checked to make sure it fit nice and snug, making sure to adjust the tape above the tail hole. She gave his bottom a pat to signal she was done. He turned around, about to head to the closet to grab his pants and shirt, until Mari wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "I'm just so proud of you, honey," Mari said, her voice filled with love. "After everything that's happened, here you are, still pushing forward. Just please try to remember to not burn yourself out, okay hun?" "Uhm... 'Kay, Mari." Varis felt very small in that moment, but Mari's arms encircled him protectively, bringing with them a sense of safety and security that helped calm his nerves and ease his mind. His tail started wagging and he let out a giggle when Mari nuzzled his cheek. "Now, if you need any help getting dressed, let me know. And while you're getting ready for work, I'll make you a special yummy breakfast for your tummy. Yes I will!" Mari cooed to him, reaching up to boop his nose, eliciting a sneeze. His tail started to wag a little slower, but he was intrigued by the idea of a special breakfast. A part of him hoped it was cookies! After Mari left, he quickly got dressed for the day, though not without having a little trouble managing the button and zipper on his slacks, and the buttons for his suit shirt. Luckily putting on his tie was still something he could do on autopilot. After a quick brush of his fur and a check in the mirror, Varis left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen. "Chocolate chip waffles?!" Varis' eyes went wide while his tail became a blur while he gazed upon the plate of the stacks of the still steaming chocolate-chip goodness. He spotted Mari spooning some more batter into their waffle iron, giving him a smile. "Today's a special occasion for my big brave man. So he gets a special breakfast." Mari cooed to him some more, not that he minded in that instant. He had chocolate chip waffles that urgently required his attention. He took a seat at the table and was just about to reach for one of the two plates, only to have his paws shooed away. Mari smiled and nuzzled him some more, reaching over to grab the plate herself. Varis felt a tickle around his neck, and looked down to see a white bib with a bright blue ducky on it. When did she manage to put that on me? He wondered to himself. "A b-bib? Seriously, Mar-Mar?" Mari drizzled the amber maple syrup over the waffles, making sure they got an even spread. "Well, you can be a bit of a messy eater, Vary." She explained, grabbing a canister of whipped cream and sprawing some on top in a neat little coil. She then set the plate down in front of the wolf, along with a fork and a butter knife. "And that's especially true for pancakes and waffles. So this way, you can enjoy your special breakfast and not have to worry about getting your work clothes all sticky." She kissed him on the cheek, to which Varis grumbled some more under his breath about the infantile garment, but decided against trying to argue the point. His tail resumed its frantic wagging as he dug in. The heavenly sweetness played on his tongue, sending him into a state of bliss while he ate, not even upset that his orange juice came in a sippi cup. When he was finished, he saw that Mari was giggling and snapping a picture with her phone. "What's so funny?" Mari then turned her phone around to show that he had syrup and whipped cream and chunks of waffles smeared around his cheeks and muzzle, with even more splattered on his bib. Looking down, he blushed as he saw that it had been an accurate depiction. Looking back up, he was blindsided by Mari carefully scrubbing at his face with a damp washcloth. "Hold still, my messy boy, and we'll get you all cleaned up in no time!" He winced, recalling Mari using that exact same sentence the last time she'd had to change him after he'd woken up in the middle of the night with a full sleep-diaper. She then removed the bib and gave him a once-over with her eyes, satisfied that there wasn't a spot on him. "Alrighty, now you go ahead and take care of your brushing those teeth! Josh will be here any minute to take you to work!" "'Kay," Varis said with a mumble and a blush. There was no denying that Mari was viewing him in a much more childish light. As he double-checked to make sure his paw-up was still dry, he reluctantly internally saw her point. It didn't take him long to clean his teeth and then go and grab his briefcase, opening it to check and make sure that all the important documents and papers for work were right where they belonged. He sighed upon seeing the two spare paw-ups, and bit back a groan at the sight of one of his sleep diapers folded up with them. Undoubtedly for his naptime. The ring of the doorbell prevented him from reflecting too heavily on it. Snapping the briefcase shut, Varis walked over and opened the front door, with Josh happily waiting on the other side. "Hey there, buddy," the towering crocodile said, reaching over to ruffle Vary's headfur. Varis pouted at that and looked away. "Good morning, Josh." "Are you excited for your big day?" "Oh yeah. It's gunna be a goodie gumdrop kind of day for me." "Vary, be nice." Mari lightly scolded, prompting Varis' ears to droop while he mumbled an apology to the bemused Josh. "Aw, don't sweat it, big guy. My baby bun-bun said a lot worse when she was getting settled in to her new routines involving her MS." Josh chuckled before turning to Mari. "And please don't fret, Mari. I swear I'll keep an eye on Vary. Plus, I just know that he and Eliza are gunna have fun playing together today." Why does this sound like some sort of playdate?! Varis huffed and leaned over to kiss Mari on the cheek, getting a hug and a kiss in return. "Bye, Mari. I love you!" Varis let out a squeak of surprise when Josh picked him up and settled him on his hip. "Someone's quite the eager beaver this morning!" Josh patted a red-faced Varis' lightly padded backside as he and Mari conversed. "So are we still on for Vary and Eli's playdate Saturday?" Wait... they're setting up an actual playdate?! Varis opened his mouth to protest, but found his binky popped right in, instantly calming him down. "Absolutely! Josh, I just can't thank you enough for looking out for my brave big boy, or for bringing Vary back home after last week's... [em]incident[/em]." Varis blushed deeper at the mention of his secret getting exposed at work in front of everyone. "It's no sweat, really. Besides... having had to go through it with Eliza, I know how hard it can be, the transition period, I mean." Now Josh was the one blushing and rubbing the back of his head. Varis gave him the side-eye, noticing out of the corner of his gaze that Mari's tail had started to wag a little. "Well, we really should get going. Don't want to be late for this big guy's big day!" Josh gave Varis a bounce for emphasis. Before he could voice his objections over being carried and having a playdate set up, Mari leaned in to kiss his forehead, something he'd noticed her doing a lot more lately, and something that had yet to fail to help calm him down. "Now you have a good day, Vary. And be good for Josh and your employers, ok?" Looking into her shining happy eyes, Vary could only blush and nod. "O-Okay," he said in a soft voice. With Vary still blushing, Josh said his goodbye to Mari as well as began to carry him to the car. Varis was expecting to be set down in the front passenger seat, but was surprised to find Josh opening up the door to the back seat. His ears drooped at the sight of not only an excitedly waving Eliza sitting in her pink car seat, but also a second, deep green car seat installed as well. "Okay, let's get you all settled in, and then off to work we go!" Josh smiled and carefully set Varis down in the available padded seat. He tried to start buckling the harness straps himself, but his paws were waved away by Josh's scaly green hands, and received a quick tickle to his tummy for his trouble. Trying to fight the sudden sensation, Varis let slip a happy giggle that made Josh's smile grow even wider. "And there we go!" With an audible click, Varis found himself safely secured in the backseat, his briefcase now resting at his feet. "Hi, Vary!" Eliza practically cheered. "Uh... h-hi, Eliza," Varis said, looking over and taking note of her positively juvenile attire. She was wearing a bright pink tank top that ended in a glittery tutu, her pink unicorn princess diapers visible. She wiggled and crinkled in her seat, looking like she was about to burst out of her own harness and bounce all around the car, something Varis suspected was an actual possibility with her, based on memories from when they were little. Well, the first time... "We're gunna get to play in daycare today!" The tan bunny looked at the red-faced wolf, waiting for his response. "Uh... we are?" Varis had been hoping to sneak his office laptop in to the daycare with him to get some additional work done. "I know that look, Vary." Eliza cheekily grinned while wagging her finger in his face. "You were gunna try and be sneaky and do some work during your legally mandated playtime!" Varis sighed and crossed his arms, sulking. I forgot how perceptive Lizzy was when it came to guessing what I was planning. "... Maybe..." "Well, you can go ahead and forget all about that! My friends, Jenny and Katie and Liam and Perry, are all super excited to meet you! And we're all gunna have lotsa fun!" It was then that Josh got in and started up the car, pulling out from where he'd parked next to the sidewalk. "B-But," Varis began, twiddling his thumbs, "I know that Doc Juniper and maybe some of the other high ups are already gunna be scrutinizing me n-now that my condition's been revealed. I figured if I could get some extra work done... then it'd make me look good... and less fireable." Varis winced when the tip of his nose was flicked. He snorted and whirled his head to look at the half-lidded stare of Eliza looking right back at him. "You can't be fired just because you are taking the break that the company is required to give you, Vary." "Lizzy's right, buddy!" Josh chimed in, his eyes twinkling in the rearview mirror as he looked back at them. "Doing that would open the company up to a major lawsuit." "Uh-huh!" Eliza nodded vigorously. "Plus, I'll bet, after playing and naptime and socializing and stuff like that, you'll be even more productive when you get back to work!" Varis still felt skeptical, but he couldn't really argue. He turned his gaze out the window, spying his reflection in the rearview mirror. An adult gray wolf wearing a suit and tie, buckled into a carseat. He sighed and looked out at the passing landscape, letting his mind wander. Or he was trying to, if it weren't for someone playfully batting at his ear. "Wizzy! Cut it owt!" Varis said, his thumb once again having crept into his muzzle. "Sorry, but I wanted to know if you would like to attend my tea party at daycare today." The tan bunny bounced in her seat some more, looking equal parts hopeful and excited. "Uh... a-actually, I figured that i-if I officially couldn't do any work, then maybe I could do my own little... art project, where I calculate shipping manifests and delivery..." Varis trailed off as Lizzy's eyes grew wider, somehow making her light violet irises larger, all while her lower lip began to tremble. Varis was in awe of the full-scale power of Eliza's puppy eyes, and almost instantly felt his resolve crumble. "I... uh... I g-guess I could j-join your tea party... for a little while." The moment he finished speaking, Eliza's face lit up with pure joy. She let out a cheer and practically leapt over to wrap her arms around, around Varis, who let out a surprised OOMPH, whilst he received a bone-crushing hug. "Lizzy, we talked about this. Good girls don't unbuckle the safety straps of their carseats when the car is in motion, do they?" Josh asked, not taking his eyes off the road. A mildly chastened, but still excited-looking Eliza, shook her head. "No, Daddy, they don't. I'm sorry." Lizzy was soon settling herself back into her seat and resnapping all the buckles back into place. Varis sucked on his thumb, wondering how he could have let himself be manipulated like that. Then he saw the happy smile on Lizzy's face and knew how. He recalled how Lizzy had always been able to talk him into doing just about anything when they were younger. Like during her sixth birthday party, when she'd somehow convinced him to agree to attend while dressed in a princess dress that matched hers perfectly, despite his embarrassment and initial staunch refusal. The rest of the ride consisted of Eliza chatting to Varis, getting a bit hung up on the fact that he had yet to watch any Red's Hints, making claims about how he would love it. This was a notion that varis did not have high confidence in. "Okay you two, we're here!" Josh said in a sing-song voice as he pulled into the parking structure. He found a space near the elevators to park and killed the engine. The large crocodile got out and opened Eliza's door first. "Alright, I've got a slightly damp bunny here, but your diaper can last a while longer, princess." Josh slipped on the big pink diaper bag before he unbuckled the antsy bunny, scooping her up to settle onto his hip like he had with Varis earlier. Varis tried to unbuckle his own safety traps, but let out a little growl of frustration when he found that he was having trouble operating the release buttons. "Hey, buddy." Varis looked up to see that Josh was standing over him, smiling down affectionately. He used his free paw to ruffle Varis' headfur again, and then reached down to easily unbuckle the straps with a single click. Varis rolled his eyes, mumbled a thanks, and started to get out of the car, his briefcase in paw, only to be stopped when Josh took his paw into his hand. "Woah there, Mr. Eager Beaver! I know you're excited, but let's not wander off, okay?" Varis blushed and nodded, feeling like he could kick himself for not speaking up and reminding Josh that he'd walked to the elevators plenty of times before without any assistance, and that his condition didn't change anything. Instead, all he managed to mumble out was a quiet. "Okay." Josh beamed and locked the car, soon leading Varis by the paw towards the elevators. He didn't let go as they rode it up to their floor, Varis silently grateful that no one entered on the ride up to potentially add to the awkwardness of the situation. He did notice that as they got to their office floor, Josh let go of his paw. Then came the ding of the elevator and the doors slid open. Before Josh could say a word, Varis started speed walking out and turned the corner, straight into the awaiting arms of Angie. The motherly bear lifted him up into a cradled position, giving Varis a nuzzle and a gentle rock. "There's our favorite big little accountant!" Angie cooed while Varis remained silent and wished that he could disappear. "Alright, princess. Say bye-bye to Vary." Josh said, bouncing Eliza in his arms as he walked up to them. "He needs to start his grown-up work day soon!" Lizzy giggled and waved to Varis. "Bye, Vary! See you at lunchtime!" "B-bye, Lizzy," Varis said, suddenly feeling very nervous as he sensed multiple pairs of eyes on him. He spotted several coworkers staring at him while Angie carried him to his office, causing him to shrink in on himself and stare straight up at the ceiling. When his office door was closed, he expected to be set down, but instead jumped when his pants were tugged down a bit to reveal his paw-ups. "Okie-dokie! Someone's still dry!" Angie tugged his pants back up and rebuckled his belt, setting him down in the process. Varis looked around his office, having half expected it to be decorated for a baby. He did let out a little whine when he saw that the plug outlets not currently in use all had covers on them now. Aside from that, however, the only other childish thing in his small office was the white polar bear plushie sitting on top of Varis' desk, smiling at him with wide open arms. "I thought you might like it to have a special friend to hug and cuddle while you worked, sweetie." Varis looked up at Angie, feeling his face heating up a bit . "Th-thanks, Angie..." "Think nothing of it, sugar pie! Now, if you feel the need to go potty, just send me a text or come and get me, and we'll try to get you to one in time!" Varis' ears drooped at that, not noticing the binky enter his muzzle. Great... now my bathroom, habits are going to be monitored... "Fanks, Awngew," he lisped, trying to ignore the coo coming from his manager. "Anytime! Now I or Josh will be checking up on you regularly, so please try not to worry. We're here to help you." Varis simply nodded at that and soon found himself being left to his own devices. * * * "Hey, buddy," Josh said, opening the door to Varis' office and seeing the wolf sitting at his computer, his new plush friend sitting in his lap. clicking and tapping away at the keyboard. "Hey, Josh," Varis said, having set his binky down onto his desk, occasionally putting it back in to suckle while concentrating on work. "I think I found some similar discrepancies with some of the Mallmart affiliates' payment and shipping as well. Whoever did this got really overconfident in themselves." "Oh yeah?" Josh came around and looked over Varis' shoulder, his eyes skimming over the documents the wolf next to him had highlighted. "Yeah, and I think that we can start narrowing down the list of possible suspects." "Wait... it says Larry Neeman was involved in these ones too?" Josh asked, shocked that someone as unassuming as that older goat could be potentially linked with embezzling from the company. "Yup. He's on my list of suspects. I've already sent off copies of my findings so far to Angie and Doc Juniper." I'll show Doc that I still belong here! "Good job, bud! Now, do you need to use the potty?" Josh's question threw off Varis' concentration, forcing the wolf to look up at the crocodile with a look of incredulity on his muzzle. But then he realized that he did indeed need to use the restroom. He gave a silent nod, and let Josh take him by the hand. "Alright pal, a quick potty break, and then you can get back to doing an awesome job. Remember to lock the door behind you, now." Varis silently obeyed, realizing only after he had locked the door to his office that he had his new stuffed bear in his arms, and could make out the blue plastic shielding of his pacifier, bobbing in and out from the tip of his muzzle. Hoping that not too many of his coworkers would see him like this, he allowed Josh to lead him by the paw towards the restroom. They got there just as Doc Juniper was exiting, the older owl frowning at the duo. Vary felt very self-conscious of how immature he must appear. "Hmph... well, Josh, are you escorting our accountant down to the daycare for his legally required naptime?" Varis felt his tail tuck itself between his legs and cowered a little behind Josh, though Doc's voice sounded like its usual level of grumpiness. "Not yet, sir," Josh said, waving a dismissive hand. "Vary here just needed a potty break, and then he can get right back to work." "Riiiight," Doc said, eyeing the wolf up and down. "Well... keep up the good work, I suppose." With that, the older owl left, leaving behind a slightly stunned, yet still very much embarrassed, Varis. He had been certain that the Doc was going to try and pressure him into resigning. "Okay, buddy. Let's get in there and conquer the potty," Josh said, sounding enthusiastic for Varis' sake. Varis rolled his eyes and squirmed a little, stepping through the door that Josh was holding open for him. Varis smiled a little as the door closed behind them, but the smile quickly became a frown as he felt a sudden rush of warmth enter his paw-up. "B-but... I was so cwose." Varis whimpered as he began to tear up. "What's wrong, buddy?" Josh asked, putting an arm around Varis' shoulders. It then clicked in his head, and he gave Varis a supportive hug. "Hey, it's okay, champ! Potty training can be pretty tricky. I say you deserve an A for effort for making it into the restrooms in the first place!" Varis couldn't contain it anymore and buried his face into Josh's chest, letting out hiccupping sobs. He felt himself being picked up and held close, Josh trying his best to help soothe the crying wolf, rubbing his back and resting Varis' chin on his shoulder. Eventually, the storm of despair tapered off into a few clouds of light sniffles. "Feel better, buddy?" Varis, feeling ashamed not only of his accident but also his outburst, silently nodded, hugging his bear tightly to his chest, the soft nuk-nuk-nuk sound from him sucking his binky being the only audible noise coming from him. "Good. Now let's go get you cleaned up, and then I think it would be a good idea for you to spend some time at daycare with Eliza. You could use some extra playtime today." Josh, with one arm supporting Varis' soggy bottom and the other continuing to rub soothing circles on the big pup's back, exited the restrooms and made a beeline straight for the office. Varis heard some concerned whispers and even some coos. His ears could also pick out some voices muttering about how this was too big of a responsibility for him now. He whimpered a little, only to get a reassuring nuzzle from Josh. The large crocodile didn't immediately set him back down once they were in his office though. Varis could only watch as Josh pulled out and unrolled the purple changing mat from Varis' briefcase, as well as one of his spare paw-ups. "J-Joff!" Varis said around his binky, quickly spitting it out to speak properly, his face crimson. "I-I can change my own paw-ups!" Josh deftly caught the pacifier and chuckled, setting it in the open briefcase just as he grabbed the tub of wipes and the canister of baby powder from inside. "I'm sorry, champ. But the rules say that an MSer has to be changed by one of their on-work caregivers. Even if it's just changing their training pants. Plus, according to Mari, that's something you still don't really have down just yet. She said you gave yourself quite the diaper rash over the weekend." Varis clamped his muzzle shut and groaned, not wanting to be reminded of that, or how Mari now pretty much was entirely in charge of any and all changes of his paw-ups as well as his night time diapers. You leak a few times, and suddenly you can't be trusted with your own d--... incontinence products! Varis huffed as his pants were unbuckled and slid down and pulled them off while his shirt and suit jacket pushed up to expose his tummy along with his sodden paw-up. The logo was now entirely gone, replaced with the picture of the smashed wooden gate, bearing some claw marks. Varis had reluctantly admitted how impressive of a wetness indicator that actually was the first time he'd noticed it. He hummed to try and distract himself as the sides of his paw-up were easily torn open and his legs lifted. With the offending garment gone, Josh got to work with the baby wipes, making sure Varis was cleaned and taking the time to ball them up in the used paw-up. Tossing that into Varis' trash can, he grabbed the baby powder and gave Varis' bottom and front a liberal dusting of the sweet-smelling powder. Josh then grabbed a clean pair and slipped the big pup's paws through the leg holes. After he pulled them up his legs, he rolled Varis over to take care of the single tape above the tail hole, before getting up and pulling Varis to his feet. "There we go, all clean and dry and ready to play!" Josh clapped his hands and picked up Varis pants, holding them open for the wolf to step into. Varis grumbled and complied, feeling humiliated that his friend just helped change his paw up and then redressed him. "J-Josh, I really should get back to work," Varis said, right before he was pulled into a hug. "Varis, you need to take regular breaks, and maybe have a little snack or two. There will still be plenty of work for you to do when you come back. Also, Angie and I have discussed it, and we think you could use some more toys in your office, maybe even make you a little arts and crafts table you could sit at and be creative whenever you need to. But, for now, let's go down to the daycare, ok?" Varis wanted to object, knowing that Doc Juniper would not like it if he walked into Varis' office and found toys strewn about, or him playing with clay-oh. He was an adult and this was a place of work after all! But... as he thought about the idea of taking short breaks in between projects to... do something like coloring... his tail slowly started to wag. Something Josh noticed and smiled at. "See? I knew my big guy would get excited to have some playtime! And I'll bet I know someone who will be just as excited!" A short walk later, and Varis could confidently say that simply declaring Eliza as being excited by his presence was a major understatement. The tan babied bunny was practically bouncing off the colorful walls the moment she saw Josh carrying Varis on his hip as the two entered the daycare. Just like last time, she had to be wrangled by the bat lady looking after her, Miss Marla. "Oh? It seems like our new little friend is a little early today," Marla cooed, reaching out to pat Varis on the head. He blushed and looked away, surprised to be making eye contact with Eliza, who was standing next to a plastic play table, complete with plushies sitting around in different chairs, a tea set with a plate of cookies sitting in the center. Varis was set down by Josh, who was busy signing him in. He then felt his arm get grabbed and was yanked towards the table. "This is gunna be the bestest tea party ever!" Lizzy said, twirling and making her tutu flutter. She then giggled and held up a light blue dress that looked really similar to one worn by a princess in an animated movie. "Wanna play dress up for it, Vary?" Lizzy asked, excited. "Uh... look, Lizzy, I'll play... tea party with you... but no way am I ever putting on a princess dress for you." Varis decided it was time to put his foot down. * * * Varis sat sullenly at the table, his arms crossed, wearing the blue princess dress and a matching pointy princess hat. Across from him, Lizzy was not wearing a similar dress and hat, only hers were a happy yellow. She smiled at him and grabbed the plastic tea kettle. "More tea, princess Vary?" Lizzy giggled while asking. Sighing, Varis held up his teacup. "Yes, please, Princess Lizzy." Eliza carefully poured the grape chill-ade that was in the kettle into his awaiting cup. She then passed him another small plate of cookies and sat down with a slightly audible squish. Varis's muzzle did break out into a slow smile as he reached for the cookies. In his defense, they were freshly baked with gooey chocolate chips. Hugging his bear, his tail began to swish back and forth rapidly, but most assuredly was not wagging, not in the least. He was still an adult, darn it! Once he finished his and Lizzy's tea party, he was going to see about getting right back to work, despite what anyone says... well, after he was done playing in the ball pit with Lizzy like he promised her, because he keeps his promises!

I'm in Jacksonville Florida if anyone is interested

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

Anybody have any advice on how to deal with those moments where you can't get the diapers out of your head but you have other priorities?

This is my first time posting here, but I have been attempting to do diaper training (aka unpotty training) for 2 and a half years now. Before that, I was wearing diapers nearly 24/7 for about 4 years. So I'm going on 7 years of wearing diapers and have had plenty of time to practice wetting in them, and yet I still find it so difficult to just relax and wet that sometimes I can't do it. It's very demoralizing, and I don't know what to do. Most of the advice I get is to just keep practicing, practice in different positions and situations, etc. but I feel like I must be doing something wrong. Maybe I don't know how exactly to practice. Sometimes it's easier than others to wet, like in the morning. When I sit down at my desk at work and feel the need to go, most of the time I can just relax let it flow. But then throughout the day it gets more difficult. By the time I do eventually wet, it will have taken so much effort and concentration just to get my muscles relaxed and the flow started, that sometimes it takes like 30 minutes from the moment I notice I need to go to the moment I actually do. And forget peeing while in the presence of others, I have never been able to do that. And most certainly not while walking. Sometimes at a red light I can let it flow, but again usually after a significant amount of effort. I have always been pee shy, so I think that probably has to do with my difficulties. I get so jealous of other ABDLs who can just pee while hanging out with people and while sitting down or cuddling etc. I know it will take practice to get to that point, but I just feel like I'm practicing "wrong," because it's been years and I'm not getting any better. I want this so bad. It's hard to explain, but it would just make sense for me to be incontinent lol. I have no reservations about it and I know it's what I've wanted for years. Can anybody relate to this? I feel like I'm the only one with this problem and I just spiral over it, it's so upsetting. BTW I'm doing the classic method of diaper training outlined in the infamous 12 month guide. I knew from the beginning that it would take me more than 12 months, but I thought that I might be making at least some progress by now.

We try hahahahha ! But I loving this story and how varis is regressing nicely

thanks! More up soon!

And now varis is officially the baby of the family ! And I think varis gonna be breastfed by Mari like a little puppy

As a kid, when I woke up in the morning, if it was a weekend or a holiday, I would sometimes put a longer sweatshirt on before going downstairs, to try and spend some more time in my diaper if I could. If my mom saw a diaper bulge or the back of it sticking out of my waistband and it was much after we'd eaten breakfast, she'd accuse me of being lazy and tell me to go change. Or, my sister would rat me out. "Moooom.... (redacted) smells like pee!" My brother never did, and I never thought to ask him why... maybe he didn't care, or maybe it was that, unlike my sister, while I wasn't technically allowed to assault him, the consequences for doing so weren't as heavy. A small amount of brother-on-brother violence was tolerated, whereas either of us hitting our sister would result in immediate discipline. Although she could shove us around with impunity, she wasn't much of a hitter, so we just put up with that, and got her back by picking up one of the phone extensions when she was talking to her friends, then making fart noises. Ah, the good old days. Although she did make my blood run cold a couple of times when she threatened to start throwing diapers from my bedroom window while a bunch of my friends were playing on the street in front of the house.

Wow ! Josh and Mari gonna be dating now ?? Poor Varis

Nice addition!

Welcome to all new Vets and thanks for your service.

Do you think it would be hard to recruit members for NO MAAM on this site?

I think that is my disappointment w/ Megamax. I focused primarily on cost/liter, but as some people have said, they don't need more than 5000ml there are cheaper per unit costs out there even in the ABDL space and especially once sales are taken into account. Rearz and Bambino regularly have sales of 20-30% and some of the holiday sales get crazy. So it doesn't matter if it is unit pricing or capacity pricing, they still lose imo.

One of the annoying things I’ve found about giving up toilet training is that for vast amounts of time, nothing changes. I guess this is what happens when one tries to forget something by concentrating on it. It’s not a super-effective strategy. Sure, there’s a blaze of so-called “developments” in the very early days but (so it seems) but I’ve learned the hard way that they’re probably not real. We see things we want to see hiding in ambiguity. They’re a bit like those mirages shimmering in the distance over sand dunes that, if you squint your eyes carefully enough, look like pirate ships. Sorry to burst bubbles for anybody 3 months in to their “24/7” stint and reading this… Eventually of course, things DO happen but they tend to sneak up on you, at first they appear mundane or intermittent, or both. It’s only when one looks back and realises that some kind of trend is emerging. Still, it seems that I’ve been in that “nothing is changing” plateau for a VERY long time now, maybe a year. Frankly, I was starting to think that “This is it. This is as far as this road goes.” I’m noticing an increasing number of data points however suggesting that I’m becoming increasingly thoughtless in the department of nappies. I think I’ve mentioned before about my suspicion that I’ve been losing insight into my bedwetting which may well be masking the frequency of incidents. I’ve been concluding that I’ve been dry at night because I can’t remember noticing that I’d woken wetter than I think I should be but it ain’t necessarily so. I’m not noticing “wetter” very much anymore it seems. Noticing that I’m wet was something that faded quite early on. For me, being wet is normal and the only variable is HOW wet. I’d usually have a fairly solid vector on how wet I was based on how much I’d used my nappy. It’s just that this recall seems to be disappearing. The fact that I’ve woken with a mostly empty bladder, a soaked nappy and no specific memory of waking and using it just isn’t always registering anymore. It just seems normal. I suspect I’m wetting the bed quite a bit some weeks but I’ve stopped noticing it. Today I only realised I’d wet the bed when later on in the day at work, I suddenly had a flashback to a rather involved “pee dream” which would nicely explain why I was woken by the clock radio at 6am instead of my bladder with a soaking wet “bum-in-tepid-birdbath” sensation of an adult disposable terribly close to leaking (BetterDry “slightly less Better” edition payload of 2000ml – thank you very much IPA and vat of red wine). Additionally, I’ve started recently finding myself being a bit unclear if I’ve “used” my nappy or not during the day. This ambiguity window is relatively small however. If I’ve had a nappy on for more than 30 minutes, there’s a better than even odds chance it has seen some tiny amount action whether I can specifically recall that action or not. My work-morning day-nappy fresh on at 6:30am usually has a couple of drops in it by the time I’m parking my car at 7:30am. Later on however, when I’ve found myself seated at my office desk as my morning coffee decides it’s had enough of frolicking around inside of me and it’s time to come back outside and greet the day, I can’t remember. In those few fractions of a second between feeling that bladder spasm and moisture in the relevant area, I guess I kind of step through some kind of “pre-flight checklist”: In a nappy? Check! Nappy securely fitted? Check! Nappy has serviceable capacity? Check! All systems go. I can’t stop a pee that’s started these days but at least I can have some forewarning that I’m likely to leave a wet-spot on the chair. I might even stand up (peeing in a nappy whilst seated is higher risk than whilst standing I’ve discovered). The thing is, I’ve gotten to the “how wet am I?” bit of the list only to realise I’ve no idea. Am I dry or not? If it’s not that far of my last change, lately I often don’t know. The evening corollary to this happens after I change into my night nappy. I’ve often come back downstairs and sat down in front of the daily-doom-digest (aka “evening news”). At some point, I’ll realise that I’m about to wet a little and, somewhere in that automatic checklist, I also realise that I can't remember if it’s this nappy’s first rodeo or not. Sometimes I’ll take a quick grope down there just out of a sense of morbid curiosity. So, Occam’s razor says that I’m wetting my nappy lately and not remembering doing it. It’s more likely cognitive decline than incontinence. I’ll call it urinary “incogniscence” and graciously place my shiny new noun into the public domain. You’re welcome.

I was very uneasy about using school toilets so if I needed a poo I would just try and hold it in till home time but couldn't always prevent a bit coming out into my pants. If you were lucky you could get away with it if you could stay seated for the rest of the day and then hope that no-one noticed at break time or on occasions when you did have to walk around the classroom, and on the days when it was obvious you'd hope nobody said anything to you about it. A few times I got comments about it which was always really embarrassing.

Speak only for yourself.

I'm writing to offer grudging admiration to the people at Rearz/Incontrol, and their BeDry Night diaper. I put one of these on this morning after my usual schedule was thrown off last night by a pub visit that went unexpectedly long, causing me to go to bed in a diaper that needed to be changed by shortly after breakfast. Well, here I am 12+ hours later, and I'm actually getting a little bit tired of how wet my bottom is, but, the diaper has not leaked, and even though I can't bring my legs together, the tabs are holding fast. At this point, it only makes sense to wear this until I can take a shower and put another diaper on for the overnight shift. However, I have to take the dog for a "walk" - more like a waddle. The sudden reappearance of winter at my door, like an angry, jilted ex, will assist with reducing the likelihood that I'll encounter anyone on my nocturnal wander, and even if I do, winter clothes will act as camouflage. However, I am going to cut this short, because I want to get the mutt walked, and then get back before my wife gets home, so that I can take a shower and get into fresh clothes, because if she gets home before I get back, she will install herself on her side of our bed, and I will have to undress and squelch past her with my diaper reaching longingly for the ground. Not that she hasn't seen that before, but in a capacious product like this, it will be, I suspect, a little more obvious than it usually is, how badly I need to change. So, off I go into the night.

Cathdiap, good to see its not just me with the same issues you have noted. For the most part I use my stent for a day or so. I love the loss of control but only for a while.

I used to wear nothing but megamax, I haven’t bought a case in almost a year. ABDL diapers are more affordable and are as durable if not more in some cases to MegaMax. My wife noticed the baby prints and wasn’t a fan but when I told her the price difference she, like me, no longer cared. Great Writeup

I have an opened but full bag of Pampers Thins Stretch. They sit on my dresser in my nursery beside a bag of Snuggies Diapers.

Once my diaper starts to sag and I have that “Pampers Cowboy Walk” I know it’s time for a change.

I went to the abdlr store a few months ago while I was in Denver for something else. If you're in the area I would say it's worth a visit. I don't know if I would drive 200 miles just to go to a store though. I will say it's a very cool store to visit if you're an abdl. I loved the visit because I keep abdl very private. It's surreal to go some place and be able to speak face to face with a complete stranger about diapers and it's no big deal. I spoke with the person running the store while I was there and he informed me that they host little get togethers and events regularly. I think if you want to visit Colorado for any reason, it's worth stopping by to check it out. Maybe take an extended weekend and make visiting abdlr a part of your trip I'm not in Wyoming but I'm nearby in rapid city for what it's worth.

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.

New Chapterrrrrr! Its a little shorter than the others, but its meant to be the one where Jackie realizes he is in a new world and past the point of no return, so its short to help emphasize this and other strong feelings. This one also has some graphic descriptions in the beginning, but nothing too bad. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 3 Dark blue waves crashed and collided with my head. I felt a swirling, tingling sensation similar to sitting next to a hot tub jet just over my entire body. I can't thoroughly describe what dematerializing feels like, but the sensation rushing over my entire body felt like It At the height of this strange feeling, I felt myself lean at the crux of non-existence. Then, like I was on a rollercoaster, I fell into nothingness. A pure, dark purple void swallowed me whole. I felt weightless. There were no aches in my body, none of the discomfort that I didn't realize I had existed in this timeless moment. It was utter bliss. I felt nothing but my thoughts. The emptiness wasn't negative in any way. No burdens except the ones I gave myself existed now. My body expanded and contracted, but I didn't feel it; no, I didn't want to feel it. Being able to control every aspect of my being gave me pleasure, but the world I floated in began to change and shift brightly. I felt a sudden sharp, ear-piercing pinch on my shoulder. My nerves reacted violently as flesh tore from my spine. I couldn't scream, and I couldn't cry. The nothingness started to feel like a burden. My mind screamed. It screamed until it hurt to think. My neurons fired brightly as if attempting to sear a hole through my skull. All the pain that I thought I lost came back tenfold, and it hurt like I was resting my skin on the sun. I felt every single nerve in my body at the same time as my muscles contracted and convulsed. I became incredibly sweaty. The wetness seeped through every pore on my body. I closed my eyes as if on instinct and everything stopped. My nervous system felt like it just had been reset. I wanted to scream, but I didn't feel the urge anymore. ‘All my pain was gone?’ I thought to myself. I felt like I was back in that void again, except now I was laying down in a hospital bed with bars surrounding me. When I attempted to move my muscles this time, it worked. I was able to move my arm up and down. I marveled at it, not because moving my arm was anything special, but because it felt so smooth and different. I tested the joints in my hands, and I felt no resistance as well. Not because I felt resistance before this point but because I was now realizing how much my joints struggled in the past. It was expected then, so now realizing how great I felt, I was baffled that I never realized how bad it was. Starting to regain more of my senses, I began to sit up. Still feeling a little achy though, I took it slow and tried my best to feel around me. The bed I was in was incredibly comfortable, and as I sat up fully, I only now realized the dark nursery I laid in. There seemed to be other cribs, and I now realized I was in one too. I started to feel around me more, noticing the incredibly soft pastel blankets. They felt warm and inviting, and I just snuggled deeper into them. I was distracted suddenly though when I heard a crinkle. Thinking that it was the mattress, I didn't pay it any mind, but now I realized it was instead around my waist. I licked my lips as the feeling started returning to my face, and the warmth spread to my nose. Though unlike the pleasant feeling I felt with my lips, my nose twitched as I smelt a putrid smell. Thinking it was somewhere else, I tried to ignore the smell, but as I moved to get away from it, the smell followed. My butt squished on the mattress as I felt something strange cling to my skin under my diaper. I stopped moving altogether, feeling disgusted in my now-realized state. ‘Did I really shit myself!?’ I thought? I wouldn't dare move an inch as the entire sensation was incredibly unpleasant. I needed to call for someone to help, and looking over to my right, I heard some snoring coming from another crib. “Hello…?” I tried calling out quietly, but I surprised myself with how loud I sounded. I squeaked in shock at how my voice also sounded much higher pitched than before. I tried calling out again on my hands and knees, but this time quieter. “Hellooo?” I succeeded in being quieter, but nobody seemed to hear or care that I was calling for their attention. I was about to speak again, but I saw a small green light flash in the corner of the room. Looking at it, I thought it looked like a camera, but I wasn't sure. I didn't have much time to think about that though, because one of the doors opened and the bright light disturbed me from the peaceful darkness. My eyes watered a bit from the uncomfortable intrusion, but I adjusted to it quickly. The crib bars to my side shot down, surprising me, and that's when I saw a woman dressed in something between a nurse's outfit and a nanny. I tried opening my mouth, but the strange woman quickly put a large bulb in it. I looked at her with fear and felt really uncomfortable in the current moment, a lot of that being attributed to my supposed messy diaper. She didn't ask for my permission though, because I quickly felt my world leave my feet, and I was lifted up a long distance. I squeaked and quickly put my arms around the woman, feeling more scared of falling than of her currently. She made sure to support me where she wasn’t putting any pressure directly on my bottom, something that I was very gracious of. She carried me out of the room and towards the bright light. The woman closed the door behind us, and then before I had any time to see where we were going, she took me into a private room to the side. She placed me down on a padded table of some sort, and I realized we were in some weird-looking bathroom. “Wew awe weh?” I tried speaking, but it came out more muffled behind the thing in my mouth. The strange woman giggled, then took the strange bulb out of my mouth, me now realizing it was a pacifier. “You're at the hospital, sweetie.” She laid me back, the mess shifting uncomfortably under me. “I pooped myself?” I surprised myself by saying. The lady only responded by giggling. “Yes, you did! Don't worry though, Nurse Elly will make sure you're nice and clean.” I pouted. “I didn't mean to go… Was I asleep?” I questioned. Nurse Elly responded, “You've been out for a couple of days hun. It's okay you had an accident; that's expected.” There was so much to unpack with that sentence, and upon hearing I've been out for multiple days, I completely ignored the last part of what she said. I began to dissociate, my breathing became shallow and fast as my heart rate began to rise. Nurse Elly seemed to notice this though, because she quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth. My first instinct was to spit it out, but as I unconsciously sucked on it, and I became incredibly calm. I self-soothed in a way I never had before, and I had to admit, it felt great. My cheeks became rosy though as I realized how much I was enjoying such an embarrassing thing, and I tried to stop sucking on it. Nurse Elly didn't notice though, and she continued with the diaper change as what seemed to be normal. She was extremely efficient and practiced at this, and I almost admired it, but quickly shook my head as I realized what I was admiring. She stopped after she had the new diaper under me and looked down at me. “What's wrong?”. I didn't respond. She shrugged to herself and continued the change as normal, rubbing something into my groin before applying powder and taping it up snugly around my waist. “Where are we…?” I blurted out quietly. “You asked that already.” She stated, chuckling a little. I gave her a look, and she sighed. “You're not on earth anymore, you're in Libertalia.” I looked at her with disbelief, but the change in size and what I'd been feeling led me to believe her more than I otherwise would. “Like on another planet?” I questioned. “You're in another dimension.” She stated way too casually.

I truly believe there were some advances for good when Stacy set off her plan in the general population, and wanted to show there are Bigs who are not all psychotic diapering mommies. (Though obviously plenty of those still exist!) I think college is most likely to result in the most 'accepting' environment generally, so I wanted to portray that. Thanks for the comments on that! The rest of course you'll have to read and see what happens! Thanks for the comments! 🙂

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

Thank you all for the awesome comments! I'm still a pretty new writer when it comes to non-screenplays (yalls might be able to tell from the way I write lol). I'm learning a lot more about myself through this whole process, (which is very exciting), and one of the things I learned is that I cant write anything unless I completely plan it out beforehand. Luckily for you reader (yes you.) this is a great because it means I will finish this story completely. If you have any, I would love constructive feedback and critique. I went to school for something similar, so trust me I don't get upset with comments like that. They are well appreciated. Enjoy the chapter and thanks for reading! The Song I love today Chapter 2 It was the next day when I arrived back at the facility. The weather was surprisingly much more pleasant than the previous, or maybe I was just more excited and less nervous. Last night I had the opportunity to text and then subsequently video call my soon-to-be caretakers. I asked a lot of questions that seemed to be no-brainers to the couple, like “Do you really have a crib big enough to fit me?” or, “How big is your pool?”. The response to that one was met with what I could only guess was Olympic size measurements, then a stern talking from Jane. “You can only go in with floaties and a big watching you.” I was a tad disappointed at that because I did like swimming, but if this pool were as big as they say, then it would make sense to be cautious. After I asked most of my questions, they started asking questions about me. They seemed to ask much more surface-level questions like “What's your favorite snack?” and “Do you like any cartoons?”. They listed some tv shows that I'd never heard of before, and I told myself I would check them out later. It did surprise me a bit by how excited they were, almost like a couple expecting their first child would act. I pushed past that thought though, because at the end of the day, they seemed like really nice people. * * * * * * * * Driving up to the front gate, I was given different directions to go this time. I was headed towards what looked to be a large underground parking garage, but more massive than any I had ever seen. I only wondered how far the tunnels went and how big of a complex this was. ‘The military doesn't even get this large a budget!’ I thought to myself, even though I've never actually been in any military compounds, I wouldn't know for sure. As I got near the entrance, I entered a roundabout with multiple people standing to the side. I saw Lisa, a nice-looking woman I hadn't met and a woman dressed like a nurse. Two armed guards stood next to them, which made me a little nervous, but seeing all these people here filled me with a dread that was hard to explain. ‘Were they doing this all for me?’ I thought. I felt as though I didn't deserve this at all, especially for free. I let that thought go as I parked my car next to them, and Lisa came over and motioned for me to roll down my window. The air conditioner fans were loud in the underground facility, but I was still able to hear her clearly. “Hey hun, you can just park it here.” She said in a happy, but weirdly motherly way as if upset by the fact I was driving myself at all. ‘They take this whole caretaker thing so seriously?’ I thought to myself. I got out of the car and walked my way around to hand Lisa the keys. She took them and handed them to one of the guards; he seemed to nod in recognition of something. The nurse and another unknown woman walked forward to me as the nurse motioned for my hand. Butterflies buzzed through my stomach as I contemplated taking it. I didn't have much time to relish that feeling though because the no-named woman started to speak, “It's okay Jackson.” Her words immediately made me feel better. “I'm your caseworker Emily, but you can call me Emmy.” She held her hand out for a shake, and I took it. “Nice to meet you.” I blushed, feeling like a nervous child who has a crush on his teacher. She only giggled at my demeanor before tugging on my hand to guide me through the front double doors. The entire group followed, including one of the armed guards, who felt incredibly menacing. Emmy must have noticed me looking back nervously though, because she kept my attention towards her. “That's Jeremy. He looks tough, but he wouldn't hurt a fly.” I looked back again to see Jeremy smiling affectionately toward me, something that I hadn't noticed before. The nurse on the other side of me put her hand on my back, helping guide me into the compound. Until this point, everything looked white and clinical, almost like a hospital might. The long hallways didn't help the hospital's accusations, but as we got closer to our destination, it started to look much more like a pediatric department. The walls were adorned with bright pastels and sprawling green landscapes. The entire room put me at ease, which I assumed was the point. I was guided into one of the many rooms in the long, colorful hallway, and when we entered one, I saw that it looked exactly like a doctor's office. This office had a lot more though than a typical one, such as what looked to be a large tub, a much larger examination table, and a lot of technology that I'd never seen before. Emmy led me up onto the large examination table, and as I sat down, I felt truly small with the whole group now surrounding me. I began to feel overwhelmed until Lisa spoke up to break the short silence. “It was nice meeting you Jackie!” She took my hand in hers, and I looked up at her bubbling face. “Nurse Patty and your caseworker Emmy are going to take good care of you, okay?” I nodded in response. “You be a good boy for them, alright? No acting up!” She giggled and patted my back affectionately, then waved goodbye as she and the guard exited the room. Closing the door behind them, I was left with the two women, and I started feeling more comfortable. The feeling didn't stay though as I started thinking more and more and got more nervous again, but the feeling stopped when Emmy put her hand on my thigh. “It's gonna be alright, okay?” I sat there looking into her bright blue eyes pondering for a second. I started to melt as all my thoughts started surrounding her and her affectionate smile. “Kay,” I responded. She giggled at my sudden casual demeanor then scuffed up my hair a bit. I giggled at the sudden intrusion but then lavished in the welcome attention. Nurse Patty popped up behind Emmy with a rolling cart and held a puffy white square, which I only now just realized was a diaper. “Let's get you ready, okay? Arms up.” I started to fuss with my shirt, feeling unable to follow her directions and looking down at my dangling legs. She cocked her head to the side, confused at my sudden unwillingness to participate. “What's wrong honey?” she rubbed her hands on my back. The tension loosened as she soothed, and I spoke up quietly while still looking down, “I don't… want that.”. Emmy looked confused, before turning to Nurse Patty and noticing the diaper. The nurse decided to speak up, “We need to get you into protection in case you have an accident.” she said clinically like there wasn't anything embarrassing about wearing a diaper. I blushed at the insinuation that I would have an accident and meekly responded, “I don't need that…”. Emmy went behind me and decided to tug my shirt up like you would a fussy toddler. “It's going to be okay hun, you need it for when we transport you.” I looked back at her with my shirt half tugged up and she pulled it off completely, leaving me bare-chested. “You won't be able to use the pot-... I mean bathroom for a little while.” Emmy stumbled on her words, but I didn't have time to think about it because Nurse Patty suddenly started undoing my pants. “Bu.. But I can use the bathroom!” I pleaded, sounding much like a child rather than an adult. Nurse Patty finished pulling my pants down and she spoke, “You need to be mature about this hun.” she said plainly. I protested, “There isn't anything mature about a diaper!” but Emmy simply pushed me down onto my back while shushing me, and Nurse Patty folded my pants up and put them on the cart she brought over. “It's going to be okay Jackie, Can you be a big boy for me?” I blushed but started to fill with a weird sense of need. For some weird reason, I felt the desire to be good for her… To be a big boy for her… The thought confused me and I responded by retreating into myself and nodding meekly. I heard a loud crinkling as Nurse Patty took the plain diaper off her cart and fluffed it up right in front of me. I only felt more flustered after noticing just how big and loud it was. I couldn't close my legs at all, and the thought made me flush red. Emmy seemed to notice my discomfort though, because she put her hands on my head and petted my hair lovingly. I started to melt in her touch as she guided me back further onto the soft examination table. I could only look up at her affectionate smile and soft eyes as she felt and parted my hair again and again, lulling me into comfort I hadn't experienced much at all in my life. She didn't stop at all though, and as I was distracted by her soothing gestures, I felt my legs begin to move and my lower half was lifted completely into the air. I tried to look up at the invading feeling, but when I tried to do so, Emmy just pushed me back down lightly, adding to the soothing gestures with soft murmurs and quiet tapping. “Such a good boy… you're doing so well.” I blushed more and closed my eyes, feeling a light sprinkle on my groin, then a subsequent pressure change as the diaper was snuggly fitted on me. I felt the tapes tug, gaining a new sense of comfort as the padding pushed into all the right places. I could hear the Nurse cleaning up her station, but that didn't matter to me as I layed still with Emmy soothing me like a baby. I stayed still for a while, closing my eyes and loving every second of it. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, but after a while, I was interrupted when I heard something being wheeled up next to me, but I didn't care to look up. However, like all good things in life, they must come to an end. I felt a light tapping on my forehead as I heard Emmy giggling softly in front of me. “Time to get up baby! We gotta see your mommy and daddy…” She spoke incredibly softly, but to my surprise with some sad undertones. It was almost enough for me to miss her choice of words, but at the moment, it didn't matter to me much. I tried to bask in the moment a little longer, but I felt pressure on my back as Emmy lifted me up. I sat there on the table, only now realizing how fluffy my crotch was. I experimented with pushing my legs together and poking at the foreign padding. All of that stopped though when Nurse Patty spoke up. “You can play with your diapers later baby, we gotta get going now.” I blushed at her words but only gave a small nod in response. The two seemed to coo at my sudden shy nature, which only helped my blush to redden more. I felt their hands motion for me to get off the table, but instead of standing when I got up, I was sat down in a strange-looking wheelchair. I haven't felt any wheelchairs like this before, but I didn't have the opportunity to think about it because as soon as I sat down, I was buckled in. I sat dazed and confused by the sudden restraints, but it didn't last long as I felt myself being pushed out the back door of the room. I blushed, now realizing that I was completely naked except for the diaper. I attempted to wiggle, but both women kept on moving while ignoring my fussy nature. I was lucky that there wasn't anybody in the hallway we were in, and pretty soon, I approached a large metal door. We waited for a second with Nurse Patty coming to my side to input a code on the wall, and all of a sudden, beeping noises started playing as the door mechanically opened. I immediately started fussing more with the restraints as I noticed all the people with lab coats and armed guards standing idly by. I tried calling out to Emmy, but she only pushed me further until we stopped at a weird pod-looking device with some people already in it. The people seemed to be sleeping, and I found this whole situation very confusing. I didn't have much time to get into my head though, because Emmy came around and knelt to my level, placing her hands on the front of the wheelchair. “I'm going to be with you the entire time, okay? You have nothing to worry about.” She finished speaking, and Nurse Patty came around to start unbuckling me out of the strange wheelchair. The two worked in tandem as I was lifted onto my feet. I only noticed once I stood up that the people in the pods were dressed just like me with only diapers on. Some of the diapers looked different though, some less plain and others more colorful and childish looking. Emmy and Nurse Patty ensured they were in my view the entire time before leading me towards an open pod. “Running behind schedule again, Emily? Typical…” I heard a gruff voice behind me. Emmy looked in that direction and tensed up a bit. “Sorry sir, I'll get to it quickly.” Nurse Patty prepared the pod in front of me and after she was done, Emmy much more hastily than before guided me into it. I was pushed back into the harness as my heart rate started to rise and my breathing quickened. Emmy must have noticed this though, because she started soothing me almost immediately, “I know this is scary, but I need you to be a big boy for me… Be brave for me, okay?”. Her last words lingered in my head for a second before she stood up and clicked a button on the side of the pod. A harness was tugged around me tightly and I started to fidget with it almost immediately. It was uncomfortably tight, and I looked up to Emmy for help, but she only looked down at me sadly. This was the first time I'd seen a frown on her face. That didn't help me calm down, but it didn't matter anyway. The glass door to the pod closed shut and it started to fill with a weird smoke. I lost the energy to continue fidgeting with the restraints and only groggily looked around in my small enclosure. My eyes became blurry, and I tried screaming out for Emmy, but nothing came out of my mouth. It wasn't before long that my eyelids closed, and I was gone.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look 7 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 how she looks, 7 years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Two: The Reply Later that same day, right before bed, Kathleen checked for messages on the site. She didn’t have a message from Master Adam, but she did have another message. The message basically asked her to take part in the sender's child molestation fantasy, yet another one for the ignore file. “What, sweetie?” her father, George, asked from another room. “Nothing, Daddie. I'm just talking to myself.” “Okay, but don’t start answering yourself.” Kathleen exclaimed, “Har Har, Daddie,” as she got in bed. While she was doing her normal morning routines, which now, for better or worse, included the site, she noticed that she had a few messages, one of which added another name to the ignore file. Thankfully, the other one was from Master Adam. “Buttercup, you can start by kneeling, with your hands behind your back, in front of the computer, like a good submissive. Buttercup may now move her hands to the keyboard and answer these three questions: 1) What do you do for a living? 2) How experienced are you in being a submissive? 3) How tall are you exactly? Master also notices you are also from Pennsylvania. It would please Master to know where exactly, but Master will not punish Buttercup for a vague answer. - Master Adam.” “Master, Buttercup volunteers at the local zoo when she isn’t in college. Before signing up on this website, Buttercup only had one online dom. Buttercup is 4’ 4.5”, to be exact. Lastly, Buttercup lives…” Kathleen thought to herself how vague or close that last answer should be. Should she say Clearwater, Susquehanna Valley, or Western Central Pennsylvania? The first felt too close for comfort, and the last one felt a little too vague. “... in the Valley of Susquehanna River - Your Buttercup.” Hitting send on the message, she immediately regretted that second to the last word. ~o~O~o~ Later, her high school friends, Zoe and Ann, picked her up in Zoe’s car. “So where are we going for lunch, girls?” Kathleen asked as she was getting in the backseat. “I requested ‘Hanna Diner if that is okay with you?” Ann replied. “Fine with me.” Zoe changed the subject to college return plans and asked if Ann was still going to do volleyball this year, pointing out she was doing track again this year. “Kath, we can’t convince you to do any sport?” “HELL NO, I would be mowed down,” Kathleen pointed out. “How about an individual sport like gymnastics?” Ann asked. Kath mentioned, “With what experience? This isn’t exactly high school.” The girls quizzed Kath on why she didn’t do sports in high school, with Kath returning to her often-repeated excuse of a small body, shyness, and volunteering at the Zoo. Ann and Zoe just rolled their eyes at the well-rehearsed excuse that they had heard before. Walking into the downtown Clearwater diner, after Zoe parked, the hostess asked, “Two adults, one kid?” “No three adults,” Ann replied with a smirk looking down at the red with embarrassment Kath. “Right this way, ladies,” the hostess replied, with not a clue she had done something wrong. Seating them at a booth, she set three adult menus on the table and returned to her duties. “What can I get you ladies?” The waitress asked. “I will have your sloppy Joe and a small Diet Coke,” Zoe replied. Ann requested a Diet Coke and a club sandwich when the waitress looked at her. “And for you, young lady?” the waitress asked towards Kathleen. “A small iced tea and hamburger slider,” was the reply, as Kathleen felt her face get warm again. “When do Ball and Faith Colleges start back up? I am moving back in August Thirteen,” Kath quizzed her friends. “I will be in Indiana in about a week later,” Ann answered. “Here you go, ladies, two Diet Cokes, and for the cute princess, an iced tea,” the waitress interrupted. Kath’s cup wasn’t like the other two cups. Hers was a hair smaller, with a lid. She just shook her head at getting a children’s cup. Going out was always an adventure with her, never knowing how she was going to be treated. “Should we correct her?” Zoe asked, looking at the red-faced, short teenager. Kath shrugged, knowing that it wouldn’t do any long-term good. “Anyways, Zoe?” “Faith doesn’t start till the first week of September. My little beater and I will make the trip at the end of this month,” Zoe answered. “Where should we go this afternoon?” Ann suggested the Zoo, which got a groan out of Kath and a nod of affirmative out of Zoe. After finishing the lunch, the girls headed to the zoo. Walking up to the ticket window, Ann said, “Two adults and a kid, please,” causing Kath’s mouth to drop in shock. “Nice try, girls. Hello Kathleen, three adults with the volunteer discount, right?” the lady behind the window asked. “Hi Karla, I had no knowledge of this stunt,” Kathleen pointed out. “I told you it wouldn’t work here, Ann,” Zoe said, pulling out the money from her purse. ~o~O~o~ After being dropped off at her house, Kathleen skipped up to her bedroom where her laptop was kept, excited that maybe her Master had replied. She was already thinking of him as her Master. There were three messages waiting for her at the site, two she ignored and one from her Master. “My Buttercup, thanks for the information. Kneel down and answer some more questions that Master has: 1) What are you studying in college? 2) What college, or where is your college? 3) Are you going to be a sophomore this year? Let your master tell Buttercup some stuff about himself. I am a Junior Lawyer in a law firm over in Bend. I live nearby in Riverville. With six years of experience of being a Master, I wouldn’t call myself an expert or a novice. Until your last message, I was sub-less for about a month. I now live by myself in a house I bought last year.” Buttercup began to type, “Master, Buttercup is an Animal Science major with a Biology minor at Mountain College in Mountain. Yes, I will be a sophomore in college. Thank you for the information about Master. …” Thinking of all the creepy and icky messages she was getting on the site, it would be nice to move Master to email and/or Yahoo Messenger. “... If it would please Master, Buttercup would like to ask Master a question. -- Buttercup.” With that being done, she logged out of the site without reading the other two messages and went to clean the house for her parents. ~o~O~o~ The following day before volunteering, Buttercup checked her notes on the site, hoping Master had replied because there had been no reply from him the previous night. She had a few messages piling up on the site. The second one from the top said it was from Adam Dale, which caused Buttercup’s heart to skip. “Buttercup - After Buttercup does a curtsy, she may ask Master her question. Buttercup may or may not get her answer. - Master.” After doing the required curtsy, in case of Master was omnipresent and could see in her bedroom, she began to type. “Master - this site has caused Buttercup great displeasure. Buttercup would like to get away from the creepy and pedophile fantasy messages she is getting on this site. Buttercup would like to move the conversation to Yahoo Messenger and/or email.” She finished the message with her Yahoo and email accounts before finishing getting ready for volunteering. ~o~O~o~ She did her normal five hours at the zoo today in the reptile house, showing a garden snake since it was raining outside. She had another person showing a Chameleon next to her. Kathleen seemed to notice a pattern over the years when she was volunteering. Either she was in direct view of one or more staff members, or she was with another volunteer. She bought a glass of peach tea she picked up in the kitchen to her bedroom. Returning to the living room, she gathered up the crates and bags for packing that had been accumulating there. Taking a second to boot up her laptop, she started to pack one of the supply piles that was spread around her bedroom. Seeing the laptop was booted, she logged on to Yahoo, which rewarded her with an offline message from Ann but no friend requests from a Master. Taking a break from packing, she checked her email. Mostly spam, but she noticed a message from a.olsen@yellow.firm. Discarding the spam, she opened what she expected to be from Master. “Buttercup - permission granted, Yahoo Messenger will have to wait till Master gets home. Master will agree that with your height, a lot of creeps are seeing the possibility of sexual fantasies being realized. With that, Master would like Buttercup to kneel in front of the computer and answer some more questions: 1) Does Buttercup want to be a sexual submissive or not? 2) Does Buttercup require pain? Master does not care which answer Buttercup gives him, but it lets me know what Buttercup is looking for in this relationship. -- Master.” The email continued with a long footer paragraph about lawyer-privileged information and other legalese. Hitting reply, Buttercup typed, “*curtsy* *kneeling* Buttercup currently prefers a non-sexual relationship that isn’t pain-based. Buttercup would like to make sure that Master won’t get in trouble for using a work account. -- Buttercup.” With that done, she returned to her packing. ~o~O~o~ Since she packed so late, she didn’t check anything online last night before bed. Checking the next morning, she saw that she had a friend request from an Adam.Olsen on YIM, after hitting accept, she went to her email, which rewarded her with more spam, a message from her college, and another one from her Master. Setting the college one aside for later, she opened Master’s. “Buttercup - Buttercup will let Master worry about Master. Buttercup will find a corner and place her nose in it for five minutes. Master notices that Buttercup on the site selected an offline relationship and wonders if Buttercup would like to take it to the next step. Master promises to take it nice and slow for Buttercup. -- Master” The email finished with the same lawyer legalese as the last message. Tripping over a pile of college supplies, she put her nose in the corner. After what seemed like five minutes, she replied hesitantly to Master, “*Buttercup sticks her nose in the corner for five minutes* *curtsy* *kneel* Buttercup is fine with taking the relationship offline. Buttercup isn’t sure what the next step means. -- Buttercup.” Making the assumption that Master wouldn’t have sent a message to the website, she never logged into the site again. Returning to the task ahead, she continued packing for college since time was getting short. ~o~O~o~ The next message she got from Master was actually an offline on Yahoo, “Buttercup - Very good for obeying instructions. I hope those instructions were done in real life, too. Master would like to put Buttercup under a contract. In order to do that, Master needs an address to send the contract for Buttercup to sign. Master may also send a questionnaire with the contract. -- Master.” Buttercup yelped. She wasn’t sure she was ready for a contract or giving her physical address, but she replied anyway, “Master -- if Master can get the contract to Buttercup before August Thirteenth, send it to Kathleen Telgenhof, “ she continued by typing her address in Clearwater, “otherwise send it to RM 313, Whitlatter Hall, “ then typing the address to her dorm in Mountain. Almost immediately, she got a reply, “Buttercup - expect it in Mountain, Master will need some time to compose it. What is Buttercup doing at this hour?” “Buttercup is packing,” she replied. “It is Ten O’clock. Buttercup will find herself in bed. My girl still has just under two weeks until she returns to college.” Yelping, she replied, “Yes, Sir,” and told her other friends, “I am going to bed.” Crawling into bed with a delicious smile, she thought back to how she got this far so quickly, getting sent to bed by someone she had never met in person. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. I am currently writing chapter 69 of this story. -- Thanks Becky

It's dinner time. Daniel has found himself falling further and further into his cousin's clutches. As he tries to rationalise all the madness that has happened he discovers exactly why he's been taped into a diaper. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my subscribers and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my subscription sites ❤️ https://subscribestar.adult/elfy https://reamstories.com/elfy --- Daniel was still reeling from finding he was now locked into his diaper when he was lifted off the floor into Emmy’s arms. He felt one of her long arms wrap around his back and the other went to his butt. As he was forced to lean forwards on to Emmy’s chest he wondered if he should tell Emmy that the thought of taking his diaper off hadn’t crossed his mind. He doubted it would win him any brownie points. “You’ve been napping so long it’s practically dinner time.” Emmy said as she effortlessly carried Daniel down the stairs. Had it really been that long? Daniel looked out a window as they passed and the sky was definitely darkening with reds and purples replacing the blue. He had lost track of time in the crib for sure but he hadn’t realised that much time had been lost. It made him feel nervous, it started to feel like he wasn’t connected to the world outside any more. It was as if this house and all the craziness within it was a separate reality inhabited by just himself and Emmy. After having his belly filled so many times he didn’t feel at all hungry but he knew that once Emmy had decided something she wouldn’t be dissuaded. Instead of the dining room though he was taken into the living room. Being held against Emmy’s chest and looking over her shoulder meant he couldn’t see the room until he was set down on the ground. He turned around with the unfamiliar bulk between his legs and then gasped. He backed up until he hit Emmy who hadn’t moved. “This should keep you out of trouble.” Emmy said. Daniel was stunned into motionless silence as Emmy reached over the top of him and opened the gate to a large playpen. She must have set it up whilst he was trapped in the crib, the metal bars were painted red and were tall enough to prevent any possible escape for him. He didn’t think anything should surprise him but he was very wrong. “In you go.” Emmy said cheerily as she gave Daniel a little nudge in the back, “Remember to crawl. We don’t want you hurting yourself.” Instead of dropping on to all fours like Emmy wished Daniel backed up against her. He shook his head and before he knew what he was doing he was turning around and waddling towards the doorway. He felt his legs forced wide by the bulky diaper and plastic pants but he hurried as quickly as he could. He knew the front door was out of reach so he had to look elsewhere for escape. His rational mind had disappeared to be replaced by panic. Daniel ran out towards the dining room. He tripped over himself as he still struggled with the diaper and fell to the ground in a heap. There was a door to the backyard in front of him and he scurried forwards on all fours which, thanks to the diaper, was actually quicker than his infantile waddling. He reached the door and stood up to find the door handle predictably out of reach. With grunts of frustration Daniel jumped as much as he could but could do little more than tickle the underside of the metal handle. He knew his attempt to get out of the house was doomed when Emmy came walking up behind him. He slumped down until he was sitting on the floor, the new padding around his butt becoming an unwelcome pillow. Emmy didn’t say a word as she leaned down and scooped Daniel up again. In some ways it felt even worse than if she had chastised him. He was carried back through to the living room and this time placed in the large playpen. He watched forlornly as Emmy closed the gate behind her and then left the room without a word. The playpen was incredibly bare. There was nothing in there except a blanket, a pillow and his stuffed toy, Arthur. He was just getting used to the surroundings when Emmy came back into the living room and she was holding something very large in her hands. It looked like a thick towel of some kind that had been folded over many times. “Something for you to wear.” Emmy said as she opened the gate and stepped inside, “Stand up and put your arms above your head.” Daniel was trapped in a literal cage and the only exit was guarded by Emmy. With an embarrassed sigh he lifted his hands in preparation for being dressed by his younger cousin. He closed his eyes as Emmy stepped forwards and then felt the soft cloth of whatever she was carrying come down over his head. Daniel was lost in the soft baby blue fabric until it was pulled all the way down over his head. He then saw Emmy crouch down in front of him, she pulled part of the cloth around to the front but as she did so an unexpected mass filled the space between Daniel’s legs. It was clipped together before Emmy took a step back. “What the hell?” Daniel muttered. He tried to take a step but it was almost impossible and he found himself down on his hands and knees again. He looked up at Emmy for an explanation. “Isn’t it great?” Emmy said with a big smile, “It’s called a waddler. I noticed you were having trouble remembering to crawl so this will help you.” Daniel twisted around so he was sat on his diaper and looked down. With a start he realised what he was wearing looked just like a baby’s onesie. The worst part was undoubtedly the section between his legs, it wasn’t just the same elastic material but actually felt like a pillow. With the diaper underneath it he had to keep his legs very far apart. “I’ll prepare dinner.” Emmy said. She continued after a short pause, “Be good.” Daniel waited for Emmy to leave the room before he did anything. He waited for a minute until he could hear the sounds of cooking and then prodded the huge bulky mass between his legs. The padding had some give in it but it was also very stiff. He tried to climb to his feet but the onesie made it almost impossible. With a red face he crawled to the edge of the playpen and used the bars to pull himself upright. He wobbled as he let go and when he tried to take a single step he found himself back on his butt. Now sat in the playpen Daniel had a second to think about everything that had happened. He felt panic running through his system like cold water as he thought about his situation. Now sat on the floor in clothing that made him unable to walk, with a diaper that was locked on to him and surrounded by a playpen he didn’t know what could possibly be worse. He pulled Arthur to him and held him close to his chest. “At least I’m not restrained anymore...” Daniel muttered to himself bitterly. --- “Still dry?” Emmy sounded somewhat surprised. “Of course…” Daniel replied in annoyance, “Look, can we just stop this stu-” “Ah, ah, ah.” Emmy chided Daniel, “You know better than that. Come on, it’s dinner time.” Daniel watched as Emmy opened the gate of the playpen. He flopped on to his front and tried to bring his legs together, the waddler made it impossible, he was just about able to bring his knees close enough to lift him off the floor. Emmy smiled down at him and nodded towards the door. Daniel wanted to shout and swear. He wanted to refuse but he knew he couldn’t. Emmy held all the cards and all Daniel could do was play the game and hope for some kind of opening to escape or get help. He lifted his body on to his hands and knees and started crawling. His face flushed with heat as he childishly crawled towards the dining room. Emmy stood aside as Daniel went past, the size difference between them had never felt so pronounced. Once in the dining room Daniel was unsurprised to see only one chair at the table. It looked like Emmy was giving up even the pretence that Daniel might feed himself. Emmy stepped over Daniel and sat on the only seat, she reached down and Daniel was soon lifted up and sat in her lap. He felt more embarrassed than ever. He heard the diaper taped around his waist crinkle as his body sunk slightly into the padding. Emmy bounced him a couple of times and chuckled. The food was already on the table. Daniel saw a plate with a delicious looking lasagne and felt his mouth watering but it didn’t take him long to realise his dinner was actually in the bowl next to the plate. It was the first time his meal was different from Emmy’s and he assumed that was not a good sign for him. “Ugh…” Daniel couldn’t hide his disgust when Emmy lifted up a spoon loaded with a thick viscous mush. “I’m sure it tastes better than it looks.” Emmy smiled as she blew on the spoon to cool the steaming food. “Why can’t I eat the same as you?” Daniel asked sulkily before scrunching up his face in disgust. “Just be a good boy for Aunty Emmy.” Emmy replied as the spoon came towards Daniel’s mouth. Daniel closed his mouth tightly. It didn’t smell very nice and he was sure it would taste just as bad. He knew he was defying Emmy by refusing to eat but he still couldn’t bring himself to voluntarily open his mouth and allow the food to come into contact with his taste buds. He closed his eyes as Emmy scowled down at him. Daniel felt Emmy’s arms moving and wondered if he was winning this battle of wills until he felt two fingers pinching his nose. Suddenly unable to breathe Daniel flailed until he was eventually forced to open his mouth to get some air. He was barely able to gasp and get some air before he felt the warm spoon pushing into his mouth. The utensil was upturned and the sloppy, lumpy food was poured over Daniel’s tongue. Daniel’s eyes opened wide as the foul tasting food seemed to cover every inch of his mouth. He swallowed it down just to try and get rid of the awful taste. He saw a bottle of milk on the table and, like a baby, reached out for it even though it was well out of reach. He could feel the slimy food go down his oesophagus. He made a disgusted face even as Emmy started to gather another spoonful of baby food. “It’s not that bad.” Emmy said as if Daniel was making a fuss over nothing. “Please…” Daniel coughed out as he reached for the bottle. He didn’t even care that it was for babies at this point, he just needed something to wash the taste away. “You can have your bottle after you finish your dinner.” Emmy said as she brought the spoon forwards. Daniel whimpered. He didn’t feel like he had a choice. He had to get rid of this horrid taste and the only way was the bottle of milk that waited just out of his grasp. With trembling lips he opened his mouth and soon felt the spoon pressing against his tongue. He swallowed as quickly as possible but it wasn’t enough to prevent another wave of revulsion washing over him. “What a good boy.” Emmy said as she dipped the food in the bowl again. Daniel was red in the face and knew this wasn’t going to end any time soon. He looked to the side to look at the bowl and moaned in resignation. Just like everything else the bowl was huge, there would be no respite from this meal any time soon. The third, fourth and fifth swallows were no easier than the first two. It felt like this bland but unappealing mush was all Daniel would be able to taste forever. Daniel was soon filling up but had to keep opening his mouth robotically. Soon the taste didn’t bother Daniel quite so much. With his taste buds covered in the food it became less foul as it went down into his rapidly filling belly. He hadn’t been that hungry when he started but Emmy didn’t seem to care, it seemed that as far as she was concerned he was going to eat all of his dinner no matter what. Daniel’s hands rested on his belly and he felt almost like a balloon with every mouthful of food pumping him up even further. He already knew that Emmy wasn’t going to be happy until he had finished the whole bowl. He could feel his tummy pre-emptively gurgling and growling in protest. One of the worst parts of this feeding was not knowing how much food was left in the bowl. Daniel slumped down a little more with each mouthful and he couldn’t see how much there was left. All he knew was that there was more coming as the spoon approached his mouth and tipped the mushy food in. He was practically horizontal after what he estimated was half the bowl with Emmy’s arm behind him holding his head up. After another of the countless mouthfuls of mushy food Daniel felt a sudden pressure on his bladder. His eyes went wide as he tried to work out why the need to go came on so suddenly. As he heard his bloated stomach groan he wondered if it was so full it was putting pressure on everything around it. He could picture his poor little bladder struggling to hold off the stomach which was full to bursting. As Daniel concentrated his thoughts inwards towards his bladder he robotically opened and closed his mouth every time the spoon was brought near him. He kept eating despite being well past full. With the meal still going Daniel eventually felt a small slip of his control and a small amount of pee squirted out. With the spoon in the bowl he had to take his chance. “Emmy, could I please you the potty?” Daniel asked through his embarrassment. He never thought he would be asking, practically begging, to use a little training potty. “Don’t be silly.” Emmy replied with a small chuckle as she took a bite from her own meal, “Why do you think you are wearing that diaper?” “I know but…” Daniel started. He couldn’t stop himself from sounding like a whiny toddler. As he spoke his hands went down to his crotch and he crossed his legs. “Enough.” Emmy said with a finality that scared Daniel, “Be a good boy for Aunty Emmy or you’ll get put back in your crib after dinner.” Daniel was still desperately trying to find the combination of words that would get through to Emmy when she started feeding him again. Daniel squirmed as much as he could but it wasn’t helping and more food was being shovelled into his mouth making his body even more desperate to relieve the pressure. Daniel held on for as long as he could but there was no winning this battle. The scraping of the bowl gave him some hope but as soon as the last of the food had been swallowed into his bulging stomach Emmy picked up the bottle. “Wai-” Daniel started. Daniel was cut-off by the latex nipple that pushed between his lips. As he started sucking down the liquid he felt his bladder finally slip beyond his control. He shuddered as he felt urine trickling down his penis, it burst out into the diaper causing him to gasp around the bottle he was sucking from. Once the dam was cracked there was no way to repair the damage. Daniel fought until the very end but there was never a way for him to win. He groaned as he was forced to swallow the milk and whilst that liquid poured into him another, much warmer, liquid poured out. The diapered man closed his eyes in resignation. Urine seemed to spray out of Daniel like a hose that had just been untangled. All the holding on Daniel had been doing resulted in a huge build-up of pressure and when he released it the urine pushed out of him with force. The piss splashed off the inside of his disposable and washed against him, the heat spreading out over Daniel’s crotch and padding. He had the irrational fear that his pee would go everywhere because he was so unused to the diaper taped between his legs. As Daniel realised the diaper was holding he relaxed a little bit. The hot urine was now hitting the padding and soaking in all over the disposable. Daniel could feel the warmth pressing against his skin, it felt like he had absolutely soaked his underwear by the time the stream came to an end. Daniel had been feeding from the bottle mindlessly whilst his concentration was focused on his diaper. He blushed as he heard air coming through the bottle. “What a hungry baby.” Emmy said as she pulled the teat out of Daniel’s mouth and placed it on the table. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1141906 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/d41cfe8c-bc17-4429-a3f1-cd0bec5f8310

Daniel spies a chance to escape the increasingly bizarre situation. Will it work? Or will things only get worse? --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. The money I get goes to paying bills and putting food on the table so I appreciate all of my subscribers and would appreciate anyone who might be interested in supporting me to check out my subscription sites ❤️ https://subscribestar.adult/elfy https://reamstories.com/elfy --- “A phone…” Daniel slapped himself on the forehead. Of course! How had he not thought of trying to use a phone? Come to think of it, he didn’t remember actually seeing Emmy’s phone or even a landline. Daniel flopped forwards and scampered across the floor. He saw his chance and didn’t feel like he could afford to miss it. When he reached the phone he pressed the button the side, he saw the screen light up asking for a four digit passcode. Daniel cursed loudly as he looked at the numbers on the screen. He let his head hang low and he closed his eyes. He considered putting the phone back and retreating to the couch but then a surge of frustration and anger made him change his mind. He couldn’t just give up, he had to at least try to unlock it. Daniel pressed four random numbers only to be inevitably told it was the wrong combination. He tried to think if there were four numbers that meant something to Emmy. He thought he remembered her birthday so tried that, it didn’t work. Daniel started feeling desperate and started putting in all sorts of random numbers. “Come on!” Daniel exclaimed in frustration as he shook the phone. After another minute of fruitless random guesses Daniel typed in “1234” and the phone unlocked. He stared at the screen for a second as if it was mocking him. After all the frustration and desperation Emmy hadn’t changed the default passcode. He took a few seconds before remembering that he was trying to make an escape. Daniel didn’t know who he should call. Should he call the police or would that be melodramatic? He wanted to leave but wasn’t being allowed to but it wasn’t like Emmy seemed like a bad person, just a bit odd. He could call his work or a friend but then what had happened here would become known to people who he really rather remain in the dark. With his heart beating twice as fast as usual Daniel touched the screen for the emergency services. He pressed two of the numbers and then hesitated over the third. He still felt like he would be wasting their time. He bit his lip as he repeatedly changed his mind about whether to go through with it... “What are you doing?” Emmy’s voice made Daniel jump. Daniel turned his head and saw Emmy standing in the doorway to the living room. Her arms were folded across her considerable chest and she was staring daggers towards Daniel who wilted under her glare. He dropped the phone back into Emmy’s bag. “I was just…” Daniel started. Emmy marched into the room and sat on the seat Daniel was in front of. She leaned forwards and wrapped her arms around Daniel’s middle. His limbs flailed a little as he was hoisted into the air and laid across Emmy’s lap. Normally she sat him on her knees but this time he was facing the floor with his cousin’s knees in his middle. Daniel squirmed and tried to pull himself away from Emmy but one hand against his back was enough to essentially hold him in place. It only became clear to Daniel what was about to happen when he suddenly felt his pants and underwear get yanked down. He froze up in shock as his mind flashbacked to being in this exact position when he had been a child. Before Daniel could prepare for what was about to happen he felt a sudden smack on the exposed skin of his butt. He let out a little yelp as Emmy’s hand went back and then spanked him again. This was more humiliating than the potty, the feeding and even the crawling; to be spanked like an infant made Daniel feel smaller than ever before. He could justify everything that had happened as being necessary when the house wasn’t meant for someone his size, but there was no reason for this other than punishment. “Please don’t!” Daniel begged as the third and fourth spanks stung his rear end. The embarrassment of being a grown man and having this happen to him outstripped the pain. “You. Do. Not. Use. Other. People’s. Things. Without. Permission!” Each one of Emmy’s loud words was punctuated by a fresh spank. Daniel was sure his rear end must be extremely red. He could feel the heat dancing across his skin each time Emmy pulled her hand away. He had never seen her like this, sure she had been cross at him before but this was something he didn’t think she would ever be capable of, she had been such a nice girl when she was younger. “I’ve tried being hospitable for you.” Emmy sighed sadly as her hand rested against Daniel’s butt, “Why must you make these things so difficult?” “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Daniel practically wailed. “I think maybe you need a nap.” Emmy said as she roughly pulled up Daniel’s underwear and clothing, “Maybe you won’t be so fussy afterwards.” Daniel couldn’t help but feel he was being treated like a small child as he was lifted with ease by his younger cousin. Emmy rested Daniel against her chest with one arm under his stinging butt and the other around his back holding him in place. Daniel was forced to essentially nestle between Emmy’s breasts as the tall woman stood up and moved towards the stairs. There was no way for Daniel to know what was coming. The spanking had shocked him to the core and he felt like his mind was paralysed as he was carried up the stairs. He winced with each step as his bruised bottom pressed into Emmy’s arm. He was taken into his bedroom but thanks to being carried as he was he had faced behind them the entire way. “Ah, yes, I hope these new bars prevent any further accidents as well.” Emmy said as she lowered Daniel to the ground. Daniel turned around and gasped at what he saw. His first instinct was to run away but, as if sensing his sudden discomfort, Emmy grabbed hold of his hand. He had expected a couple of low horizontal bars similar to a hospital bed. Something you would have on the top bunkbed for safety. What he saw in front of him was not what he pictured at all. “What do you think?” Emmy asked as if Daniel’s shock wasn’t apparent, “It was a lot of work.” “It’s… It’s a crib!” Daniel gasped. At least his attention had been taken from his stinging rear end. “Don’t be silly. It’s just your bed with a few extra bars.” Emmy pulled Daniel forwards and to the edge of the bed. It was a crib and nothing anyone said would change that reality. The bars were tall and vertical, there wasn’t much room between each one and they were around every side of the bed. The only side not currently caged in was the side facing the room. On this side the giant metal bars had swung open. Daniel was gently encouraged to move forwards with some little pushes in his back. Daniel couldn’t resist the prodding in his back for long. He stumbled forwards and climbed into his bed for the lack of other options. The first thing he noticed was the leather cuffs coming from all four corners of the mattress, and if that wasn’t alarming enough behind the bars at the head of the bed was what looked like an IV stand. Daniel suddenly got the claustrophobic feeling of being an animal in a cage. “I’m not staying in here!” Daniel gasped as he shimmied towards the edge of the bed. Before Daniel could reach the edge of the mattress the side of the crib clanged closed and clicked into place. Emmy stepped back as Daniel reached the bars a fraction too late. His hands grasped at the individual poles and tried to pull them, he had less than no effect. “Seriously, you need to calm down.” Emmy shook her head, “You’re overreacting.” “Let me out!” Daniel shouted anxiously, “I… I don’t like this!” “It’s for your own good.” Emmy said patiently like she was talking to a toddler, “We don’t want you falling out of bed again.” “I won’t!” Daniel rattled the bars in front of him. “Of course you won’t, silly.” Emmy chuckled, “The bars will stop that!” Daniel felt panicked and when he realised the bars were too strong for him to bend or break he started looking for alternative methods of escape. He was surrounded by the white metal poles. As he swivelled around he heard Emmy starting to leave the room. He suddenly didn’t want her to go at all, he was sure that if she left the room he would be well and truly stuck in here. “Come back!” Daniel called out pathetically. With no other option Daniel looked up to the horizontal bars on top of the vertical ones. Without a second thought he grabbed two of the poles and started climbing. The temporary crib sides were as big as everything else in this house and he had to shimmy quite some way. About halfway up and already struggling for grip he saw Emmy turn around. “Daniel!” Emmy sounded cross but Daniel couldn’t stop now. Daniel saw Emmy starting to walk back towards the bars and he tried to climb even faster. As he shimmied the sweat that had formed on his palms made his grip harder to maintain. As he looked out at Emmy and her stony expression his hand missed the bar and he teetered backwards. His arm spun a couple of times to try to balance himself but it was a lost cause. “Oof!” Daniel exclaimed as he landed flat on his back and winded himself. As Daniel wrapped his arm around his abdomen and tried to take some deep breaths he heard the side of the crib open. He felt Emmy taking his hand in hers and thought she was checking to see if he was hurt. “I’m OK.” Daniel gasped as he tried to recover. “Silly boy.” Emmy responded tartly. Daniel suddenly felt his hand held against the mattress and a leather cuff wrapped around it. His eyes shot wide open as he looked around and found his wrist cuffed to the bed, even as he was processing what was happening his other arm was being taken. Daniel tried to pull his arm away but Emmy’s grip was just too strong. He could only watch as his hand was fed through the restraint, he was struck by just how small his arm looked compared to Emmy’s. “W-What are you doing?” Daniel said with a little more force now that he had recovered his breath. “I didn’t think I’d need to use these.” Emmy shook her head in disappointment, “But you’re being a very bad boy. You could hurt yourself climbing on your crib like that!” Bad boy? Crib? Daniel had already thought his cousin was a little out there but now he thought she might genuinely be insane. He twisted his body to try and keep his legs out of Emmy’s reach but with his arms restrained there was little he could do. Emmy’s hand found one of his ankles on her third attempt and it was soon fed through one of the leather hoops. Daniel’s fourth and final limb was soon restrained in a similar way. “You don’t have to do all this!” Daniel felt his emotions bubbling over. What little control he had of the situation had evaporated in the last few minutes. “I clearly do since you tried to climb out of your crib just now.” Emmy stood back after she had finished tightening the final restraint. “I don’t need a crib!” Daniel yelled in frustration, “Stop treating me like a baby!” “A baby?” Emmy frowned, “Don’t be silly. I’d never do any of this to a baby.” Emmy turned around to leave. Daniel pulled as hard as he could on the restraints that held him down but none had any give in them. He tired himself out pulling, he was going to call out for help but he noticed that the side of the crib was still open. It seemed that Emmy would be coming back. He let his head flop back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He had no idea what to expect next. When Emmy came back a few minutes later it was with three new items. Firstly there was a package of baby wipes but Daniel barely gave them any attention because the other items scared him greatly. A clear bag full of a white liquid with a plastic hose coming out of the bottom and a pair of scissors. Daniel started breathing heavily as he wondered if he was about to become the victim of some crazed lunatic. He winced as Emmy stepped closer, she was still smiling as if this was all completely normal. She started to lower the scissors and Daniel could no longer watch, he turned away and held his breath. “Gosh, you’re being so dramatic.” Emmy chuckled. Daniel had half-expected the cutting implement to be buried into his body but instead it was lowered to his pants. Emmy slipped one of the blades under the clothing and started cutting. Daniel stared with wide eyes from Emmy to the scissors now cutting up his pants and then back at Emmy. “What are you doing?” Daniel tried to sound casual. He tried to sound like he wasn’t as worried as he was. “Well, you can’t sleep in your clothes can you?” Emmy asked hypothetically, “Don’t worry, we have plenty for you to wear here.” Daniel felt the blunt edge of the scissors glide up his pants leg. Soon the clothing became loose and Emmy cut the last strands to pull it away from Daniel’s body. Daniel’s underpants followed. Once again Daniel was exposed to his cousin who showed no sign of anything odd happening, her casual attitude to everything seemed to strangely calm Daniel a little. Daniel’s shirt was cut off his body leaving him naked. Emmy collected the shredded remnants of Daniel’s clothes and dropped them on the floor next to the bed. She was smiling as she looked down at Daniel. “L-Look, this is all… I mean, it’s been lovely to see you but…” Daniel really wished he had stayed at home, “Maybe it’s time I went home. I… I don’t want to be a burden.” “But we’ve only just started to have fun.” Emmy smiled. Daniel watched Emmy perch herself on the edge of the bed. She reached down between his legs and gently cupped his balls. Daniel bit his lip as she gently rolled her fingers and stroke his sack. It wasn’t long until he was letting out a moan of pleasure and he was embarrassed to see him growing hard despite everything. “You don’t want to leave.” Emmy said with a calm certainty. Her fingertips ran from Daniel’s balls up his lengthening shaft and back down again. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1120138 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/f5b327bf-d2f4-452a-bd7a-f97dedd0803e

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