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Chapter 94: Story Time BETH WATCHED CARLY look up at his grandmother in anticipation. “So, who is she?” he asked impatiently. “Did she tell you about the trip we adopted Bella?” Carly nodded, “I think most of the story?” “The dolphins?” Carly nodded, “I saw the picture you have in the hallway too.” She smiled, “That’s probably one of my favorite pictures with Stacy. She told you about the man we ran into?” She nodded. “And the girl he threw in the water when he was trying to escape?” “Mom said she saved her?” “Turns out that was Lilly’s mother.” “No way!” Carly said, clearly thinking back through all that she knew about her. “Didn’t Mom say she was only a toddler, though?” Amanda nodded, “We actually thought she was about five, but it turns out she was just a really short ten-year-old at the time. Her family didn’t care to correct any of the public records and be known as the victim, so we never found out she was older. Anyway, she seemed like she must have been younger?” “Was she a Big then?” Beth asked, “Lilly’s not short?” “Her mom, Kylie, just barely reached eight-foot-six,” Amanda said, “So really a Tweener, but since her parents were Bigs, she kind of slides into that classification still.” Amanda shrugged, “Lilly’s dad is about twelve feet tall, so she outgrew her mom by quite a bit. Kylie apparently had her when she was only fifteen. With her parents’ help, she had still managed to graduate high school and college early in spite of the teenage pregnancy. Lilly was an early graduate from high school at seventeen. I never dreamed of that connection because they're so close in age. I know it’s why I didn’t think of her at first.” “So… Umm…? What happened?” Beth asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard this story?” “Oh, I guess that makes sense,” Connor said. “Grandma, why don’t you tell it since you were there?” She smiled at us, “I’ll tell it, but let’s get you ready for bed first?” “Huh?” Connor asked. “I seem to remember both of you saying you needed a shower when you got in the car?” “Right!” Beth said. As she said that, Beth couldn’t help but think back to the stickiness of those stupid PooPloders! She winced. “So, Beth, why don’t you take a shower? Carly and I will take care of her in her room, and then we’ll meet for storytime in her room in about thirty minutes?” Carly’s face turned bright red, and Beth suddenly realized she had never told her she was okay with her revelation. “Okay,” Beth said to Amanda. She turned to Carly and hugged her. “Carly, I’m okay with what you told me.” She wanted to say so much more, but the relief in her eyes was genuine, and she guessed she’d made the right call. “See you in about a half hour?” Amanda suggested. “Yeah, that should work,” she agreed. Without a word, Amanda stood up, gathered her grandchild in her arms, and the two walked out. Beth wanted to say so much more, but at the moment, she could do nothing but remember the feeling of stickiness that she’d somehow been distracted from. Gathering her stuff, she hurried into the attached bathroom and soon stood in the shower’s warm jets. I HAD BEEN uncertain if Beth would hate me when I told her the truth, but the fact that she said she was okay with me helped me feel better. ‘Will she still want to go out with me? That’s a whole other relationship?’ I acknowledged. Of course, growing up with two moms, that certainly wasn’t something I would have a problem with. The idea of being with a boy had always made me feel gross and was part of why, while I knew I was trans, relationships had always been complicated in my head. Grandma set me down on the floor of the bathroom. She pulled the hair ties that I’d forgotten all about from my hair and ran her fingers through it. “Those do look cute on you,” she told me. “And the matching hairstyle and color you two have is definitely cute! If I didn’t know better, I would have guessed you were sisters.” I blushed but quickly pulled my shirt off, even as she surprised me by unbuttoning the pants. “Uh-oh,” she said. “Connor, did you know you had another accident?” “Huh?” I said, looking down. “I…” My stomach churned a bit. “So I take that as a no?” I shook my head, “No… I guess it’s not much, but… why?” Grandma sighed, “I’m not sure, but we’ll need to figure it out. Let’s get you in the bath; after you change back tomorrow from filming, we’ll see if it’s still an issue. It might just be a problem with the nanites moving your organs to different spots. Maybe your brain just hasn’t mapped everything yet?” I nodded. Grandma pulled the Pull-Up off my body by ripping open the sides and had a baby wipe in her hand a second later to wipe me clean. “Gotta be careful with those parts,” she told me, gently wiping my opening. After she tossed the wipe into the Pull-Up I nodded. She helped me into the shower and left me to it as I quickly washed my body, hair, and then my body again. I scrubbed the area the PooPloders had leaked off the underlayer multiple times, feeling like it was probably worse than the one time I’d had poop on me a couple weeks ago! I washed my hair and felt it instantly freeze back up into its shape before remembering the nanites on it. ‘Ugh,’ I thought, even as pigtails reformed on my head without something tying them up. “What?” I wondered. Before turning the water off, I used one last set of body soap on my diaper area. Grandma heard the water turn off and had a towel in hand to dry me. “What happened with your hair?” She asked. “Good question!” I shook my head, “I think the nanites in my hair must have reactivated in the water?” “They used nanites on your hair?” She asked, seeming a little concerned. “They wanted to ensure Beth and I had matching hair colors?” Her frown made me nervous, but she didn’t say anything else as she wrapped me in the giant towel and set me down on the counter. “Here,” she said, handing me a U-shaped toothbrush that did its thing in my mouth for me. A couple minutes later, a beep said it was done, so I pulled it out and rinsed the toothpaste. “What phone did they use to connect to your nanites for your hair?” Grandma asked as she carried me to the changing table.” “Mine?” “Let’s get you dressed, and then we’ll have them go to a loose style unless you want to sleep like this?” “I’d rather have it down,” I agreed, “Just in a ponytail like normal. Though it feels a bit weird since it’s shorter!” “I’m surprised they left it that long. I think I would have gone to a shorter bob,” she said, placing me on the table and digging around for a diaper. When she held one in her hand, I realized she thought I needed an actual diaper again, and I blushed. “They talked about it,” I said, trying to distract myself as I counted the accidents. ‘One after the four bottles, one in the restaurant, one just now… and there was a little bit inside the diaper after the last scene. I had four accidents today?!?’ My blood turned cold, but I said nothing else as Grandma finished taping the diaper shut. “I told your Aunt Bella you’d be her little niece tonight, so she made something for you.” Grandma held out a purple-footed sleeper with pink hearts and unicorns printed on it. I blushed but let her help me into the garment. A knock came on the door, and Beth came in. “You decent?” she asked, even as she must have realized Grandma had just finished zipping up the footed sleeper, which I now realized she matched. I laughed, “Really, Grandma?” “I figured your moms deserved a photo to preserve the memory here. Let’s get your hair reset, though, first,” she pointed me towards my bag where my phone was waiting. I accessed the app and managed to get it to go to a ‘no-style’ setting that caused it to flatten into a loose pile of hair at the back of my neck. A few quick brushes through my hair, and I could quickly throw it into a ponytail with a hairband. “Let’s put that higher,” Beth smiled at me and motioned for the brush. A few moments later, she was satisfied as the hair was tied up like my sisters did for cheerleading. I watched her make her hair match mine. “Okay, my two beauty princesses all ready?” Grandma teased. I stuck my tongue out but went along with it as she directed Beth to sit beside me on the bed and pulled me into her side. The picture was snapped a couple times on her phone before she showed me the picture that was clearly two sisters, not the boyfriend and girlfriend from last week. “Shoot me,” Beth whispered beside me, even as she pulled me into her lap. I giggled and leaned back into her larger body. I was very comfortable like that, and maybe even more so than with Grandma because she wasn’t quite as big. “You promised me story time?” Beth asked. “And you said you knew more?” I pressed. “Well, let’s get caught up on what happened with your mom first?” She said as she sat in the giant rocking chair, which she pulled closer to my bed. Beth squeezed me and began rubbing her hands lightly down the fabric on my arms. “So this was in the first couple of weeks Stacy was here,” Grandma started. “She’d made it through the placement tests with flying colors, and really, she’d adjusted to our world quite well! Fred and I decided it would be fun to take a surprise trip to Selegnasol before her classes began!” “I love that park!” Beth said. “You’ve been?” I asked. She nodded, “It’s safe to go visit. I wouldn’t hang out in any other part of that state for long as a Little, mind you, but since my mom and dad were with us, we were safe. Dad, of course, had his protective detail too… But, anyway, we’ve gone a few times?” “It sounds so cool,” I admitted, having looked up some updates from even when my mom had been there over thirty years ago. “I don’t think we’ll be able to make a trip happen, unfortunately,” Grandma consolingly told me. I shrugged, “I didn’t come here for that. Anyway, keep telling the story?” I encouraged. “Anyway, we were boarding the plane, and this tiny woman came and sat beside me. I held Stacy in my lap, and we pretended she was just a regular infant then. Fred was in the window seat, but the three of us ended up talking after we realized one of the flight attendants was up to no good. They poisoned her, and it was only Stacy’s quick thinking that saved her from pooping her panties right then so they could claim her.” “How’d she do that?” Beth asked. “Same way I dealt with the LittleGo,” I told her. “Mine’s on a necklace, though,” I added. She nodded, “So you saved her from pooping her panties, but then what?” “When we figured out what was happening, I offered to help her by making the stewardess think we were adopting her first. I had diapered her first, meaning I had the better claim over her.” “This is Bella?” Beth asked. She nodded, “Yes, so you can guess the fake adoption ended up being more permanent. When we got off the plane, we were threatened about her as someone else had lured her to Selegnasol. We hadn’t realized that it was part of a group called Venture…” Beth gasped, “They’re really evil!” Grandma nodded, “Yeah, and they really wanted Bella… so badly they chased us around. I know you have seen Carly here swim, but her mommy was just as much of a fish in the water.” “Dolphin, Grandma, dolphin,” I said with a smile. She smirked, “Anyway, Looney World had an attraction you could pay to swim with the dolphins, so we decided to surprise Stacy with it. She had an absolute blast with it after we proved to the workers she could swim well enough. We both had the time of our lives, and the four of us ended up showing up to watch their show a while later. One of their Venture operatives tried to convince us to hand over Bella, but Stacy was up to her usual tricks then. She somehow opened up her baby bottle and accurately threw all of the liquid onto the man’s crotch. He ran for it as Stacy started some appropriate loud shouting of, ‘If he has accidents, why isn’t he in diapers?’” I nodded along, remembering Mom telling the story. “What happened then?” “Well, the asshole decided to get a distraction and shoved a little girl over the rail into the tank! I could tell she wasn’t going to be able to swim, and I debated jumping in myself as Stacy pushed her way over the edge and dove in first!” “That must have been terrifying?” Beth asked. Grandma nodded, “Yes, and no… Emotionally, it was, but on a higher mental level, I knew she would probably be okay? Anyway, Stacy was about halfway across the tank, and Suzy, one of the dolphins, leant a fin to the rescue.” “And that girl was Lilly’s mom?” I asked. “Apparently,” she said. “I never got her name in all of the chaos as she was whisked away by her parents pretty quickly, and I was so worried about Stacy and Bella. I knew her parents’ names since I’d gotten a business card, but I guess I didn’t put it together with Lilly until I saw her records.” “So she’s probably an ally for Carly?” Beth asked. “At least for Connor,” Grandma smiled. “Lilly’s grandma never had a chance to fulfill that promise to help her with anything, so I’m guessing when she put two and two together with Connor, Lilly felt like she owed her.” “You think her mom told her about that story?” Beth asked. I nodded, “I bet she did; that’s probably why she learned to swim so well.” “Huh…” Beth said at that. “You two should probably both get some sleep? It’s going to be a long day tomorrow?” “Can you just give us a half-hour to talk?” I asked her. She sighed, “Thirty minutes, no more!” “Thanks,” I said to her. A moment later, she left, and I turned around to face my taller love. “So…?” She asked. “So, you’re okay with what I said earlier? Really?” I asked. She nodded, “Don’t get me wrong, part of me likes the idea of a boy, but with our size differences, things would have to be a bit different mechanically, no matter what we did.” I blushed, “So you don’t think I’m a freak? You still like me?” She shook her head, “Nope, I don’t like you anymore.” I felt my heart stop, “But…” Even then, she began tickling my sides, “I love you, silly!” I giggled then and was happy to know we were okay. When Beth eventually let up on the tickling, I accepted a kiss from her on the lips that went on for several minutes. “As much as I would love to keep making out tonight, Carly, I think bed is a good idea. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow still.” I nodded, “Okay.” She stood up and hugged me before pulling open the bed sheets and depositing me under them. She pulled the covers up to my chin and kissed me good night, “I love you, Carly, don’t forget that. No matter what you look like.” I watched her leave the room, swiping the lights off as she closed the door. ‘Did I really just come out to her, and she still made out with me?’ I wondered. I pinched my arm, grimaced, and decided I really was awake. ‘What a day!’ BETH MADE HER way across to her room and grimaced at how she looked in the pajamas. There was no question she looked like at least a Pull-Up should be underneath her pajamas! After a quick bathroom trip, she was climbing into bed when Amanda knocked, “May I come in?” “Sure,” she said and let her in. “How is Connor doing?” “Good?” She said hesitantly. “Is she?” Beth looked at her, “What do you mean?” “Her mom already knew and told me, Beth, I’m not surprised. Sorry, but there’s a baby monitor still in the room that activates. I didn’t mean to listen in…” “Don’t let her know you did, please?” Beth begged. “I won’t… You really are okay if Carly wants to be a girl, though?” Beth shrugged, “I like her for her, I don’t really care. It’s not like we’d have an amazing sex life with her as a male?” Beth smirked as she realized Amanda blushed at that. “How did your parents make that work?” She wondered. “I try not to think about it,” Beth laughed. “Laura actually asked Mom once, even as I tried to put my hand over her mouth! She said it all worked because Dad isn’t really a Little, so his parts were larger than normal?” She shook her head, “And that is the only thing I heard, and I still want to bleach my brain from that information. I hate having ever heard about my parent’s sex life!” They both laughed at that. “If it ever gets serious, I will tell you they kept some samples back home for him.” Beth nodded, “She’s leaving in just a few months, though?” Amanda shrugged, “That’s the plan, but who knows what actually happens. With Stacy and your dad, both things seemed to just ‘happen,’ and the same seems to be true for the two of you.” Beth grimaced, “Yeah, they do…” She looked at the bed, “Anyway, I think I’m going to call it a night.” “Can I tuck in my honorary granddaughter for the night?” she smiled. “Isn’t she in the other room?” Beth asked. “She’s the actual one,” she laughed. Amanda did the exact same thing for Beth as she’d done for Carly a few minutes earlier, even kissing her forehead. “Good night, Beth,” she said with a smile as she turned the lights off. ‘What a weird day?’ Beth thought as she turned and looked at the wall to set herself up to sleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please Press the 'Like' Button and Leave a comment! (Especially if you want your bonus chapter this weekend! 25+ or no chapter 😈 ) So many of you guessed who Lilly's mom was back in the beginning, and I really have to say to you, "stop breaking into my hard drives!" 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Chapter 7: Bedwetters Six years ago The concept of bedwetting wasn’t something that had ever crossed my mind as a young kid. I had been dry at night nearly immediately after being toilet trained during the day. There wasn’t a distinction between being potty trained during the day or potty trained during the night. If someone was potty trained, that meant that they never wet their pants at all. Period. That changed when I learned my sister was a bedwetter. In retrospect, the signs of Grace’s bedwetting were practically everywhere. But when I was six years old, the idea of my older sister peeing in her sleep was so completely inconceivable that I would never have entertained it. All the indicators that Grace was a bedwetter went completely over my head. And, looking back at it, there were many. While the washing machine and dryer were inaudible from all the way up in my bedroom, the kitchen was close enough to the basement staircase that the rumbling sounds from either machine could be heard every morning during breakfast. The distant sound of laundry tumbling in the dryer was a consistent part of the background noise in the house as I ate my regular breakfast of cereal. But I didn’t think anything of it as I munched on my Captain Crunch pieces. I was more concerned with making sure I ate them before they got soggy than anything else that was going on around me. Besides, I hadn’t known a time when the dryer wasn’t turned on around the time that I was eating breakfast, so I paid it no more heed than to the sound of Dad watching the morning news in the other room or Mom scurrying about the kitchen, prepping our lunches to take to school. A family of four shouldn’t produce so much laundry that the dryer would need to be run every day. But that wasn’t something I’d have considered at that age. The dryer simply ran nearly every morning, and that was that. If I had paid attention, I would have been tipped off by the times Grace had tip-toed past me while carrying a bundle of freshly cleaned bedding. But even when I did notice, I didn’t think much of it. Laundry was just one of my sister’s chores at the time, and chores were a topic I didn’t want any more familiarity with. Chores were a concept my parents had introduced to me last year, complete with a magnet chart on the fridge for documenting my progress toward earning various rewards. For me, that meant making sure all my toys were put away each evening, making my bed in the morning, and other random age-appropriate tasks around the house. And then there was the question of pajamas. Grace usually showered and changed first thing in the morning, so I didn’t often see her in her pajamas after I had gotten out of bed myself, but there were times when she was wearing a different set of pajamas than what I had seen her in when she had been brushing her teeth in the bathroom the night before. I certainly noticed, but it would never have occurred to me that she would have changed pajamas because she had peed on her first pair of them. I just figured she must have gotten uncomfortable in the middle of the night. Then, there was the fact that my sister never had any sleepovers. My first sleepover actually came before she had a chance to do one. My first sleepover had come a week into the summer after graduating from kindergarten when I’d had Emma sleepover at my house for the first time. It was another few years before Angie’s parents would allow her to join in on our sleepovers. Looking back on it, the fact that Grace hadn’t complained at all about not going on sleepovers when I was allowed to have one was another sign that she had been perfectly comfortable avoiding spending the night with friends, likely out of fear of her bedwetting being discovered. My sister’s room was very much off-limits, especially when my friends were over. I was sure there were plenty of reasons that a twelve-year-old wouldn’t want their six-year-old sister snooping around, but in retrospect, I wondered if I would have found evidence of her bedwetting had I searched then rather than waiting another three years until after Grace had learned to stay dry at night. Grace took the privacy of her bedroom very seriously. The door remained shut at all times, even when she wasn’t in it. She even went so far as to put a “keep out” sign on her door. She had even tried to get Mom and Dad to let her put a lock on her door, but that request had gotten shut down right away. Then there were the reminders to use the toilet before bed. Something that got said a lot more to Grace than to me. There had been times in the evening when Grace had asked for something to drink, only to have Mom or Dad tell her that it was too late for that. Watson might have declared the evidence to be “elementary” at this point, but Sherlock Holmes I was not. My six-year-old brain lacked the necessary deduction skills to put it all together. That was until the proof of my sister’s bedwetting became undeniable. <><><> I groaned as I opened my eyes. It was still dark out. Very dark out. It was such an inopportune time to wake up. I had been rudely pulled out of the most fascinating dream involving panda bears, a field trip to the art museum, and a boy band my sister liked. Why was I even awake now in the first place? I swallowed. My mouth felt dry. It was enough of a nuisance that I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep until I’d gotten something to drink. A year ago, I would have called out to Mom and Dad until one of them had woken up to get me a glass of water. They were usually reluctant to give me anything more than a couple of sips. That annoyed me, but I understood later why they were so insistent on limiting fluids. They soon got tired of getting me something to drink, and I was informed that I was a big enough girl to get out of bed and get a glass of water all by myself. But this situation was a little different. It would have been one thing if we had been at home. There, I knew the contours of our house well enough to navigate downstairs without needing to turn on any lights. But here, in the guest house we were staying at while visiting my grandparents, I didn’t even know where the light switch was, let alone the doorway. I sat in bed for several minutes while my eyes gradually adjusted to the dark; it was a moonless night on a rural property, so even then, I could only barely make out the outline of where the bedroom door might be. I nearly fell off of the bed when I rolled over onto my side. I had forgotten that it was only half the size of the bed I had back in my bedroom. I took cautious steps in a straight line toward what appeared to be the bedroom door until, at last, I had my hand on the cold doorknob. I expected darkness when I swung open the bedroom door, but there was a hint of light from the end of the hallway, coming from the stairs that led down to the main floor. That was where I needed to go. There weren’t any glasses in the upstairs bathroom. There were two upstairs bedrooms, one for me and one for my parents. My older sister was sleeping downstairs on a pull-out sofa. What was she doing up this late? The door to the bedroom my parents were using was open. I peeked inside it. It was only Dad in there. That explained the downstairs light. Mom must have gotten up with my six-month-old brother to feed him. At least that meant that there was a light on, so it would be easier to find my way to the kitchen. As I approached the top of the staircase, I heard some voices. It was my mom and my sister, interspersed with some soft crying from Jackson. I got the sense that this somehow wasn’t a conversation I was supposed to be listening to, but curiosity got the better of me. I tip-toed quietly down the carpeted stairs and then inched along the hallway until I could see into the room where my sister had been sleeping. I had to blink a couple of times to make sure I wasn’t in some sort of strange dream. My sister was wearing pajama pants that were paired with one of those extra-long T-shirts she always wore to bed, the kind that could practically double as a dress. It wasn’t the type of pajamas my sister was wearing, but their condition that caught my attention. There was a large wet spot on my sister’s pajamas. My initial thought was that Grace must have accidentally spilled water on herself. But that didn’t track. She seemed rather upset. I looked up at her face and saw that she was crying. No reason to be that upset over a spilled glass of water. Mom, who was holding Jackson, was standing close by. I wasn’t able to make out the expression on her face, but the tone of her voice suggested she wasn’t all that happy with my sister. Then, there was the location of the wet spot on her pajama pants. Yeah, it definitely wasn’t water. “I told you that I had packed it for you, Grace.” Mom said. “Why didn’t you—” “Mom,” Grace interrupted. “I told you already. I just forgot about it. Anyway, I’m not a baby.” “I’m not saying you are,” Mom said. “Which means you need to be more responsible.” Mom looked down at where Grace had been sleeping. I couldn’t see from here, but I guessed that the accident had gotten all over the bedding and perhaps the couch as well. “Just go hop in the shower,” Mom said. “I’ll try to figure out how to get this cleaned up. There have to be some cleaning supplies somewhere.” That was my cue to skedaddle. But with Grace now headed in my direction, I belatedly realized that there wasn’t any way to get up the stairs without her noticing me. Instead, I back away into an adjacent room, hoping to keep out of sight of my sister and my mom. Once Grace was heading up the stairs, I peeked out again and got a good look at her pajamas. There could be no disputing it. My sister had peed herself. I really didn’t know how to react to this revelation. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen a kid wet their pants before. That had happened to other students on three occasions during my kindergarten year. But that was different; those kids had either been too scared of the school restrooms or too scared of their teacher to ask for permission to go potty. This was my sister. She was about to be a teenager. And she had peed herself despite the fact that there was a perfectly good and accessible toilet only a few feet away from her. How? Why? It made no sense. It was just confusing, and I wasn’t quite convinced that I wasn’t still dreaming up this wacky scene. “Madelyn.” Mom’s voice was hushed, but I could sense her irritation through the use of my full first name. It turned out that my hiding spot wasn’t quite as hidden as I thought it had been. “What are you doing up?” “Um, I woke up. I was thirsty and wanted something to drink.” There was simply no way I could hold the question inside. “Did Grace pee her pants?” Mom glanced toward the staircase before answering me. “For some kids, like your sister, their bladder sometimes forgets that it is supposed to hold their pee in while they are asleep. It’s not your sister’s fault she had a bedwetting accident. Some kids, like you, grow out of it right when they are potty trained. It takes a lot longer for other kids.” That was a lot to take in all at once. Bedwetting. That was a new word for me. Perhaps it helped to define what was happening to my sister as something separate from toilet training. “Hey,” Dad said. He was not using his nighttime voice. “Heard that there was someone in the shower and then saw that no one was in bed.” “Grace had a bedwetting accident,” Mom said. Dad turned to look at me and then back at Mom. Mom sighed, adjusting her grip on Jackson, who was beginning to squirm. “Maddy already knows now. She found out because she was getting something to drink.” Dad completely brushed off the news about the bedwetting as if it was something that was completely normal and expected. “Do we think that getting something to drink is a good idea?” He asked. “But I’m thirsty,” I complained. My mouth was still very dry. “Drinking lots of water at night can sometimes lead to bedwetting accidents for kids,” Dad said. “But I don’t ever wet the bed when I drink water at night.” “Maddy does have a point,” Mom said. “Fine,” Dad responded. “But if she ruins a mattress, you can explain it to your parents.” “Go on,” Mom said to me. I went off to the kitchen but only took the tiniest sip of water. Despite my protestations that I had never wet the bed before, I was now suddenly very concerned that it could happen if I were to drink too much. I set the glass down without finishing it off and began to walk toward the stairs. “Hold up,” Dad said. “There’s something we need to talk about first.” I paused at the foot of the stairs. “While it is normal for some kids to have bedwetting issues, that doesn’t mean that it isn’t embarrassing or that other people who aren’t nice might tease your sister about it. You are not to tell anyone else that your sister wets the bed. That’s a private issue, not to be shared with anyone other than our family. Secondly, you aren’t to mention this at all to your sister. Not to tease her. Not because you’re curious. Not at all.” I understood from the way Dad’s tone had changed that this was a very serious request. “I won’t tell anyone. I promise.” The shower was still running when I slipped past the upstairs bathroom on my way back to bed. <><><> Present time I had figured that wetting the bed a second time would be a lot easier. I was wrong. Like last night, I was waiting anxiously for the clock to strike midnight. Unlike last night, the urge to pee was present, but not nearly as overwhelming. While I still had drunk more liquids than normal over the course of the afternoon and evening, I hadn’t been as thorough in my hydration as yesterday. It didn’t help that Mom had caught me drinking water in the kitchen. I had planned to drink some water from the bathroom sink, but all it took was one sip of unfiltered water to deter me from doing that. I wanted pull-ups, but not that badly. Her concern over what I was drinking in the evening could turn out to be a problem, especially as the bedwetting would be turning into a pattern rather than a random one-off occurrence. Perhaps I would be able to get comfortable enough with peeing myself so that I wouldn’t need to drink excessive amounts of water to do so. I’d been lying in bed for about an hour and a half now. The first twenty minutes of that had been spent listening to Chester paw at my door. The cat’s efforts at opening the door had thankfully proven to be unsuccessful. He’d probably gone back downstairs to bother my parents. That was followed by the sound of my sister leaving her room momentarily to brush her teeth. I’d picked one of my least favorite pajama outfits for the night. It was a hand-me-down shirt from my sister. This one had a bit of special significance. It was the same T-shirt she had worn that night when I found out about her bedwetting. That was paired with some pink pajama pants with hearts on them. I wouldn’t mind if either the shirt or pants got ruined because of the bedwetting. I had kept the promise I had made to my parents six years ago. My lips had stayed completely shut. As far as I knew, Grace had no idea that I had ever known about her bedwetting. I hadn’t even brought up the subject again with our parents. If I could make it through the next week or so without Grace catching on, I’d be able to keep this bedwetting secret from her as long as my parents purchased pull-ups for me. I thought back to all the signs that had been present when Grace had been a bedwetter. I knew what I needed to avoid if I were to keep my own secret safe. That night at my Grandparents’ house had been the only time where I had stumbled across evidence of my sister’s bedwetting. That raised a lot of questions. Was her bedwetting something that was super frequent at that point, or had she, at the same age I was now, already been outgrowing her bedwetting phase? But there were other questions that remained unanswered. The fact that there had been laundry washed every morning suggested that Grace either hadn’t been wearing pull-ups to bed or that they had been totally ineffective in keeping her sheets dry. Did my parents even realize that pull-ups were an option for my older sister? Or had they – or she – decided that pull-ups weren’t how they were going to manage her bedwetting? But what about that time at my grandparents’ place? Yes, Grace had wet the bed on the first night, but as far as I knew, there hadn’t been a repeat during that week-long stay. Was it possible that she had worn a pull-up the rest of the nights there? A lot of those questions could have been answered if I had ever managed to work up the courage to ask my older sister, but a promise was a promise, so I followed my parent’s rules even after they had let me know that Grace’s bedwetting phase had ended – a move they made one vacation when they had Grace and I share a bed for the first time. I had been greatly reassured, knowing that my sister wasn’t going to pee all over me in her sleep. The telltale signs of Mom and Dad heading to bed had passed twenty minutes ago. It was likely that they were both already asleep by now. Dad’s snoring wasn’t quite as loud as last night, but I could still make it out occasionally. But all the certainty leading up to this moment was again beginning to fall away. Until last night, the idea of pretending to wet the bed had been a fantasy. It had been a fun thing to think about as I went through how different scenarios might play out in my head, all of them ending with Mom bringing me aside for a private conversation where she would reveal that she had purchased pull-ups for me to wear to bed. It had been a constant daydream over the past year as I slowly worked up the courage to finally act on my desires. But now I knew what the reality of bedwetting was like. And it wasn’t quite like how things had gone in my daydreams. Bedwetting sucked when doing it while not wearing pull-ups. It was one thing to have to inform my parents of the accident; there was no getting around that if I were to convince them that pull-ups were needed, but it was something else to have the evidence of my wet pajamas and bed displayed right in front of them. I could picture the expression on Mom’s face from last night, and I dreaded having to see it again. I nearly faltered. I nearly got up and walked to the bathroom. I nearly convinced myself that I could call it quits. But there was one thing that was stopping me. The one reassurance was that I could always stop. If faking the bedwetting got to be too difficult or too embarrassing, if I somehow found that the pull-ups didn’t live up to my expectations, all I would have to do was stop wetting the bed. I could end it as easily as it was beginning. But the one thing I couldn’t do was go through my plan only halfway. I needed to either be fully committed to it or not do it at all. The bedwetting had to be consistent and frequent if I was going to get my parents to buy me those pull-ups. I kept trying – and failing – to get my bladder to release while I was lying down in bed. I wanted the accident to look as natural as possible, but no matter how I positioned myself – lying on my side, front, or back – I was not able to get myself to pee. But there was something other than just making sure my deceit wouldn’t be found out by my parents. I wanted to know what it felt like to have an actual bedwetting accident, not just squat over my sheets and pee. But another five minutes passed by without any results. I yawned. I had two options. Figure out a way to pee or go to sleep. I got up on my knees the way I had done the night before. I turned my mind to thoughts of things that were wet. A minute later, there was a wetness and warmth in my underwear, followed by the sound of urine streaming onto the bed, proof that the method I had discovered last night had worked again. Like last night, once I had started peeing, I found it impossible to stop once everything was out. And also, like last night, the feeling of the wet clothes against my skin was barely tolerable. I picked up my phone and turned the flashlight app on. The wet spot wasn’t as big as last night, but it would more than do. It was time to get the hard part over with. So there I was, still in my soaked underwear and pants and my slightly wet shirt, staring right at my parents’ bedroom door. I’d turned off the flashlight app on my phone once I’d gotten out to the hallway. I didn’t need to make my accident any more obvious than it was already. I tried to knock. I really did. I must have raised my hand up a half-dozen times, but each time, I held my fist aloft in the air for a few seconds before letting my arm drop back down. I thought about how Mom had reacted last night. She hadn’t been upset at me, but I could tell that having to get out of bed that late had been a nuisance, especially with how she had needed to get the laundry started and clean up the mattress. Even if I had experienced a real bedwetting accident, I would have felt bad about having to make Mom clean up after me like that. If I had made a mess in the house any other time during the day, I’d be expected to clean it up on my own without any assistance. Why should this be any different? Besides, all my parents needed to know was that I had an accident. Maybe there wasn’t a need to wake them. All the bedding in the washing machine would be proof enough of that in the morning. That was a much better idea. I would change out of my wet pajamas and then take all of my wet clothing and bedding down to the basement. I could at least get a washing cycle started, and then it all could be moved to the dryer in the morning. I wouldn’t need to hide the bedwetting from my parents, but it would be much less humiliating to tell them in the morning, or perhaps they would figure it out on their own by the fact that I was doing laundry, which would make a difficult conversation a little easier. That meant I was going to have to figure out how to clean the bed. I guessed that if I were to check the closet, I would be able to recognize the cleaning solutions Mom had used last night. In less than twenty minutes or so, I’d have everything all cleaned up, and I could be tucked into a sleeping bag on the floor. I’d made my decision. Waiting until the morning for my parents to find out about this latest bedwetting accident would make things a lot easier. I was right about to head back to my room when Grace’s bedroom door swung wide open, and she stepped out into the hallway. I could have sworn that she was asleep already. I hadn’t noticed any light coming from under her door, and I had heard her brushing her teeth in the bathroom shortly after I had gone to bed myself. I stood frozen in place. There was no escape. The light from her bedroom illuminated the hallway, reaching out all the way to where I was standing. My hands slid down in front of my waist, but even had they been able to completely obscure the wet spot before Grace had a chance to see it, just the motion of hiding that part of my body would have been enough to arouse her suspicions. We locked eyes. She appeared just as surprised to see me as I was to see her. Neither of us said anything. Grace’s expression changed from the casual surprise of seeing me to concern over what must be the obvious embarrassment showing on my face. I watched in horror as my sister’s eyes drifted down to my waist, her pupils expanding as she took in the sight of my hands held in front of my wet pajamas. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 63 Isabelle's mind was racing. Her eyes had barely adjusted to the now reignited auditorium. Her ears had not quite recognized the raucous applause around her as she just barely lifted her head off of the soft carpet she likewise didn't recognize. But her mind? Her mind was racing. It wasn't the only thing racing, however. Isabelle's heart was beating faster than she could ever recall. Together, heart and mind, her thoughts and emptions were causing a whirlwind inside of her that her body had not quite caught up to. Had her eyes been capable of registering what was happening around her, they would have seen a jam packed auditorium standing as the ballerinas on stage took their bows. Had her ears been capable of hearing, they would have caught as several parents called down to their children with pride, wanting to give their performers the individualized attention they all so deserved. Had her brain been accepting information from the nerves at the edges of Isabelle's fingers, she would have registered that she had been, at some point during the second half of the performance, laid down on the soft, plush carpet, now sporting a small drool spot from her mouth. But none of that had happened, even as Isabelle sat up on her recently soaked diaper, the cushion squelching beneath her. Isabelle's heart and mind continued to race as her body acted on autopilot, her arms stretching out above her head, her physical form having been disrupted from its slumber. Isabelle did not, however, feel rested. Her dream was more real than ever, and Isabelle began questioning whether her time in Aquaria was not her actual reality. '....But what would that make this?' She found herself asking. Isabelle's mind felt out of control, and for the first time in a while, out of synch with her body. It was as though her mind had been hit by a train of information; her eyes were opened wide, both literally and figuratively. But all they could process was what she had learned in her dream. It was the slippers. Isabelle repeated the thought to herself over and over as memories began to slowly seep into her mind. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle reinforced her newly discovered theory as Jane picked Isabelle up from the floor, holding her NOW baby daughter close to her body. 'It was the slippers' Isabelle repeated and repeated the line to herself. No matter now much time seemingly passed, Isabelle was fueled by her sudden realization. The adrenaline had not worn off at all from the moment she had returned from Aquaria. There were too many questions to ask, far too few answers, and absolutely no direction with which to follow moving forward. Isabelle was absolutely dazed. But whether it was the daze, or something else, Isabelle's body continued to act consistent with her current physical self, and perhaps against her mind. When her mom lifted her up, Isabelle did not resist. When her mom snuggled her neck, Isabelle released a giggle and cuddled into the nook of her mom's neck. Isabelle's mind may have been coming to, but her body was not. To an onlooker, Isabelle's behavior thus probably seemed precisely how one might expect. Isabelle was stunningly silent through the lengthy standing ovation and applause, as each dancer was cheered on loudly by the friends, family, and classmates. The noise, which normally might have bothered her, felt muted. Instead, all Isabelle heard was the echoes of her mind replaying her dream over and over again. Isabelle stayed silent as her mommy and daddy went to congratulate Dani's parents. Isabelle hardly even noticed they had moved to another balcony, her eyes completely transfixes on her ballet slippers wrapped around her mother's side as her mind continued to struggle with the reality of her situation. More than a few "she must be exhausted" and "what an absolute champion" were thrown in Isabelle's direction by curious friends. Isabelle heard none of it. Isabelle reacted to none of it Nor was any of it true; Isabelle felt full of energy, her heart pounding hard against her chest. "Well," Jane said, transitioning the conversation with her peers, "we have to collect ours and get this one home to bed." Jane shifted Isabelle higher up on her hip, stroking her daughter's hair in an effort to calm her down. "I don't know," Dani's mom joked sheepishly. "She looks so stiff and attentive all the sudden. You'd think she'd be fast asleep on your shoulder at this point!" Sam and Jane curiously met eyes; Isabelle was acting a little strange, to their eyes at least. "I'm sure she's just overtired, and a little thrown off by all the noise and lights. She'll be out cold before we back the car out of the lot." Sam explained Jane changed her facial expression from concern into a smile; 'he's right, after all,' she told herself. But he wasn't. Or it didn't feel like he was. Isabelle suddenly felt very lonely. Her momm- mother could not possible understand what she was going through at that moment, as more and more memories of her past life flooded into her mind. 'Or can she? Does she.....know?' Isabelle wondered. The terrifying thought occupied Isabelle's mind as Jane carried her toward the staircase that would lead down to the main floor. 'What if momm......mom has known all along what's been happening to me....what's happened to me over the last.....well months!' It couldn't be true, Isabelle wanted to believe. But the sinking thought of it even being possible horrified her. Isabelle's eyes moved up from her shoes to meet her mother's gaze, the first time she had stopped looking at her slippers. 'Momm...Mom has had this kind of work out for her,' Isabelle thought. 'She met a nice man, she's engaged...' Isabelle's mind got stuck on that fact for a moment longer than she intended. As a baby, she had not appreciated the ramifications of her mom's engagement beyond that she was going to be a flower girl. But her mind was suddenly not that little girl's, and reality was setting in. 'It couldn't be though,' Isabelle concluded, not wanting to to consider the idea for one moment longer, and certainly not wanting to explore the notion that her mom would engage in half, let alone some very particular things, with Isabelle had she known what was happening. But Isabelle's current situation was suddenly becoming all too real to her. She was in her mother's arms. HER ARMS! Jane was carrying her, as though Isabelle was nothing. And Isabelle practically was nothing. Isabelle's eyes traced her little pudgy arms, before scanning down her body to the legs wrapped around her mom's torso. It was remarkable; she was LITERALLY a baby. 'How....can this be.....real?' Yet Isabelle's body tried with all of its effort to get even closer to her mom, pulling on her mom's neck with all her might in order to get her head higher up. Jane simply shifted Isabelle to Jane's front, allowing Isabelle's head to collapse fully on Jane's shoulder. Isabelle recognized, however, that was had happened was real, however possible. Memories of being in classes with those girls she had JUST watched on the stage were starting to return to her mind. It felt as though it were just days ago. Then suddenly, Isabelle was in 10th grade all over again, and everyone acted......'completely normal about it.' It was as though Isabelle was the only one who realized what had happened. Isabelle's heart began to race faster as her mom's feet hit the ground level. Before she knew it, her mom had rounded a corner, and in her mind, she had shrunk again; this time to middle school. Memories of her new friends, of Mel, brought a smile to her face, if briefly. But the concern and shock returned almost immediately thereafter. 'How was any of this possible...' Isabelle's mind turned back to her investigation. It seemed so foolish now, but had she simply not identified the cause. 'The slippers...' No matter how many times she spoke it to herself, it remained shocking to think. Isabelle's attention was snapped for the first time since the show had ended. It felt as though it had been nearly an hour, if not quite that. Isabelle felt as her mom's body however, re-energized as they greeted someone. "Sweetie you were AMAZING! I mean absolutely AMAZING! WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU!" Jane's voice echoed in Isabelle's ears as she picked her head up to see Lola, walking out of the locker room, still wearing much of her ballet outfit and her makeup. 'She's blushing,' Isabelle thought. It was a shocking thought to have, Isabelle reflected in an instant. Not just because Isabelle was able to recognize such a subtle body response. It was shocking because Lola rarely blushed. 'Lola knows she's great. Even when her dad.....' Isabelle's mind trailed off, before the realization set in. 'She hasn't had a mom to greet her after a show in almost a decade.' Isabelle was both grateful and regretful that she recognized how special the moment must have been for Lola, after all these years, after developing such a nice relationship with her....... with their mom. Isabelle was happy for her friend. Her best friend. Isabelle's theory was only confirmed by Lola's more indifferent response to her dad's compliments. "Thanks guys. But I wasn't even the lead in this one. It's Dani that was amazing...." 'Humble.' Now that was a response Isabelle was used to Lola providing, despite being the strongest dancer of their year. Isabelle didn't get to think much longer, before she was suddenly lifted out of her mom's arms, and grasped tightly by Lola. Lola's touch was so delicate. Isabelle had held her friend's hands so often, the touch felt just as familiar as it cradled her body. "And how about you Belly? What did you think of how I did?" Lola asked playfully, as she used her free hand to accept a bouquet of flowers Sam handed to her. Isabelle wanted to compliment Lola, to tell her she was amazing, to point out the nuances of Lola's performance, the specific moves she completed perfectly. Isabelle's mind was recycling memories of those parts of the show she had been awake for, and felt the glowing response coming out, sitting on the very tip of her tongue, begging to escape. But her body simply didn't allow it. Instead, Isabelle buried her face into Lola's shoulder, rubbing her dripping nose and drooly mouth into the nook of Lola's neck. Isabelle simple nodded, pushing her face in deeper to her friend's skin, the all-too familiar smell of Lola's perfume flowing through Isabelle's nose. Isabelle expressed her approval the only way her body would allow; nodding up and down into Lola's neck. "Aww.....Is someone tired?" was all Lola said in response. Jane answered for Isabelle. "Yeahhh, I think so. But you'd be so proud. She lasted the whole first half of the show. She watched from my arms, and dad's arms, and she kept pointing and pointing at you, calling your name. We had to put her pacifier in just to keep her quiet. She was practically screaming for you!' 'Another blush.' This one, Isabelle felt, as the warmth spread to Lola's cheeks, pressing against her own face. It made her happy. Which was odd all things considered. Isabelle was still smiling when Lola grasped Isabelle more firmly, translating her carry into more of a hug or cradle. It only made Isabelle happier. "What an amazing little girl you are!" was the only response Isabelle heard, as she settled her head further into her friend. It felt familiar, and that was comforting. So familiar, Isabelle nearly nodded off, nearly forgot that her world had come crashing back to reality. From there, the conversation took off without Isabelle at all. Lola led the way through the school. Jane continued to marvel at all of Lola's pieces of the performance, often pointing out the very things Isabelle had wanted. In fact, Isabelle was a little shocked about how much her mom actually knew about ballet. 'I never realized how much she really paid attention to me...' It was a sobering though, yet still overflowed Isabelle with love. The conversation didn't stall from the auditorium to the car. Isabelle kept her head buried in Lola's shoulder. Her mind was still racing, but her body felt so relaxed. Isabelle's mental journey continued, as memories of her second time in second grade returned. The loneliness of that time took over; she had been without her friends from high school or middle school. There had been so much stress during the day and at night with trying to get to the bathroom. Of everything that happened to her, even more than it happening to begin with, that time had been a major low point in her journey. The emotions of the memories were too much for Isabelle, and Isabelle felt her body finally begin to act with her min as she let out a few sobs and some cries just as Lola approached the car. "Shhhhh. Shhhh Shhh. It's okay Belly," Lola whispered, believing Isabelle's stirs to be related to the opening of the car door, or simple exhaustion. "Let's get you into your car seat, and well be in bed in no time. Shhhh Shhh.." Isabelle was not ready to let go, however. Isabelle didn't want to be alone, to be without Lola ever again. Her memories of her time in second grade were too much, and her grip on her friend - or sister - tightened. It was relentless. "Okay, Okay!" Lola exclaimed, actually shocked at the sting of pain from Isabelle digging her nails into her neck. "I'll carry you around to the other side with me," Lola said, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. After such a long evening, she didn't need a toddler's nails in her neck, and she was herself quite exhausted. The promise was enough to calm Isabelle's nerves as she released her vice grip on Lola, and settled back down into her friend's body. Isabelle didn't stir again as Lola closed the side door. Isabelle didn't fidget as Lola carried her to the other side. Isabelle didn't budge as Lola slid into the car in one swift movement, closing the door with a freed hand. Isabelle simply rested. Lola, however, was not going to overlook safety. Deftly, Lola shifted Isabelle off of her shoulder and into her car seat. Before Isabelle could so much as open her eyes, she found herself buckled in firmly, the padding of her seat enveloping her. Isabelle thought she would be more upset to be away from Lola. But in truth, her car seat lent her body a comfort her mind was not expecting. Rather than protest the lack of contact with Lola, Isabelle instead found a special peace within her special seat, her body relaxing, even if her mind would not. Her mind's journey continued. But rather than further distress, Isabelle's mind seemed to settle as memories of daycare flooded her mind. "I was - am - so little," Isabelle confessed, or indeed accepted, as her mind replayed memories and images from class with Becky and Julia as though she was there at that very minute. Isabelle saw a smile on her face, as she called out animal names, played with make-believe trains, memories filling her heart with warmth. More than familiarity, or clarity, engulfed her. Isabelle was filled with a sense of joy, of happiness, of completeness, as her mind played memory after memory of singing, dancing, playing and more at daycare. Isabelle felt no distress, and certainly no stress, as her mind seemingly calmed itself for the first time since she had woken up after the show. 'I was.....truly happy there,' Isabelle confessed to herself, just as she felt her lips part as Lola slipped her pacifier into her mouth in the car. Isabelle felt her eyes settle shut, as her body went into autopilot, suckling her pacifier graciously. 'Happier than.....' Isabelle wasn't sure if it was true. Or if she was even willing to admit it. But part of her wanted to think it, wanted to say it. Happier than she had been in a while. Isabelle's confessions was seemingly only reinforced as the car began to back out of the spot, before Sam shifted into drive, and began the journey home. Despite reality setting into her mind, Isabelle felt confused. 'Shouldn't I be freaking out? At least, more than I am...?' But Isabelle's heart rate was slowing, her mind was calming. It wasn't yet relaxed, but more that it was confused. 'Do I even have a choice?' Isabelle wondered. But as she did, she opened her eyes, and stared down at her feet. Despite her enlightenment, she had not once tried to take her slippers off. 'I'm still wearing them.....I suppose I could just....take them off.' Isabelle was too distracted to consider the irony that she had been happily suckling her pacifier while contemplating her very adult decisions. ... ... 'I don't know what I want.' Isabelle admitted it quietly, as she felt her body shift against the cushion of her seat. Her eyes shut firmly once again, her realization briefly causing her heart to speed up again. But something unexpected happened that calmed her down; Isabelle's face warmed at Lola's touch, who seemingly noticed her distress. Isabelle didn't need to open her eyes. In fact, she preferred to keep them shut, allowing her sense of touch and feel to have exclusive focus on Lola's touch, as her gentle fingers stroked Isabelle's cheek, before playfully dancing their way down her chest and stomach, down her legs, and to her slippers, before repeating the motions back up her body. Isabelle squirmed gleefully in her chair as she felt the car make another turn, her body shifting toward the door this time instead. Conversation continued in the car around her. Isabelle heard echoes of her mom's voice. Her new dad's voice. Lola's voice. There was laughter. There were high pitches and low. There was excitement and energy. It was an incredible sensation; Isabelle had never quite had a family like this before. And as she considered that thought, she realized no one else in the car really had either, at least in some time. More remarkable than anything was the fact that it occurred to Isabelle she either wasn't even hearing the words that were spoken, or couldn't comprehend them. Yet, the feeling of fulfillment was still the same. She FELT it, KNEW it, was PART of it, and even added to it. Knowing what was said was not as relevant as simply being present in that moment. The sensation of feeling whole was too much for her little body to handle emotionally. Isabelle's mind, perhaps, could have managed it. But her body was still operating very much as it had for the past several weeks. Right now, that little body needed to move. Isabelle felt her back arch up from the soft padding it had been laying against, but that alone wasn't enough. Isabelle's feet stretched out as much as her seat would allow, before bending, her feet resting against her seat. Isabelle pushed her feet, using the leverage created with her legs to arch her body further. Isabelle mustered just enough strength to life her wet diaper up from the seat, pressing against the five point harness that held her securely in the car as much as she could. Sensing she lacked the strength to hold herself long, Isabelle used her arms to hold herself suspended, if even just for a moment. Isabelle's stirring didn't garner much, if any reaction or attention, other than Lola's hand continuing to dance around her body.. 'It's completely normal to them,' Isabelle acknowledged, as she pressed up further against her harness with all her might, the conversation, noise, and family around her continuing about as though everything was in order. Isabelle smiled beneath her pacifier, which continued to shift in, and out, of her mouth with every breath. Isabelle's exertion of effort caused her body to engage in an unexpected, different reaction. It was an indescribable moment, frozen as she suspended herself above her car seat. Isabelle's mind was fully hers once more. Perhaps overwhelmed with the onslaught of memories and feelings returning all at once. But hers nonetheless. Yet Isabelle's body was not her own. It continued to respond to the every stimuli, internal and external, as it had, as it should, as was normal for the little baby she had become, that she was. So while her mind was fully aware of what happened next, her body proceeded without hesitation. Isabelle's stomach muscles delicately pushed as her face scrunched up, just enough to ensure she could help her bowels along. Isabelle's mind processed as her sphincter wantingly opened up, allowing her poop to escape into the welcoming diaper underneath her. Isabelle's body naturally proceeded, emptying what poop it had, wave after wave, as her mind acknowledge the feeling of the poop piling up in her diaper, first weighing it down until it was practically touching the seat beneath her, and then continuing to pile up until the very last log stacked up, resting against the skin of her bottom. Isabelle's mind wanted to be disgusted at what she had just fully been aware of happening. Isabelle was, however, in a way disgusted that her mind was not. 'It should be wrong, feel wrong.' But it didn't. 'It doesn't....it feels.....good," Isabelle admitted. 'It feels right." Isabelle's body continued to overpower - or perhaps work with, if Isabelle was being honest - her mind, as the effort to keep herself suspended was simply too much for her little body. Slowly, effortlessly, seamlessly, Isabelle released the tension in her arms, lowering herself slightly. Isabelle's mind braced as she felt the very top log of poop, which had been resting so delicately against her skin, begin to flatten as the weight of her body pressed down on it, and the layers of poop below it. Isabelle continued, releasing the strain in her legs, one at a time, as she unbent her right knee first. Isabelle stretched her little right leg out, feeling relief in the tension it had holding her body up, as the right side of her body sank further. Isabelle felt her right butt cheek push more weight down against the mound of poop beneath her, now pressing it more firmly, with more weight, feeling the warm solid mound press down around her right side. Isabelle felt as the poop covered her right butt check, pressing further behind her, and even in front, before she lowered no more. Still, her mind was not disgusted. Still, Isabelle was shocked it was not. Isabelle repeated the process with her left knee, which represented the last remaining structure holding her body up. Isabelle felt relief as her leg stretched out, as had her right, before a similar sinking happened on her left. Her poop covered her left butt cheek, before shifting forward and back, up the backs and front of her diaper. Unlike last time, however, the full weight of her body was now pressing her poop in every direction. By the time Isabelle stopped sinking, the poop had risen not only to the top of the back of her diaper, but the front as well. Still, no disgust. 'This should be mortifying!' Isabelle couldn't help but think. Yet her mind was not mortified. And her body was, in fact, the complete opposite, as the smile on her face extended. Isabelle shifted her weight left and right, finding a sweet comfort seated in her poop. Despite being fully seated on it now, Isabelle was not making any contact with the padding of her diaper. Rather, a thick layer of her poop was propping her up, and Isabelle felt noticeably taller in her car seat, and equally, if not more comfortable. Isabelle was snapped our of her daze as she heard a noise to her left; Lola had used her free left hand to lower the power window on the driver's side near her. Isabelle almost forgot where she was, a sense of guilt beginning to trickle into her mind. 'Oh my god....what will they think? What will they say?' The disgust Isabelle had been expecting, but had not come, would soon enough be thrust upon her, Isabelle knew, whether she wanted it or not. Yet it never came. There was no reaction at all to what Isabelle's body - nay, what Isabelle - had done. No reaction when she had lifted herself up. No response when she had scrunched her face and pushed. No comments as she piled her poop up into her diaper. No remarks as she sat back down in it, spreading it around. No jests as Lola cracked open a window. Everyone conducted themselves as though nothing had happened, nothing abnormal. Conversation continued. Laughter continued. And the sense of family, of completeness, never left the car. No disgust. In fact, It had only occurred to Isabelle in that precise moment, that Lola's hand had never left her body throughout her entire pooping experience. Lola's hand had danced up her tummy when Isabelle scrunched. Lola's hand danced down her diaper and to her legs as Isabelle had pushed. Lola's hand had paused to rest on Isabelle's diaper to confirm what Isabelle was doing as Isabelle had released her arms. And Lola's hand danced all the way up to Isabelle's fact, caressing Isabelle's cheek, as Isabelle released her weight down onto her poopy diaper, spreading it about. Lola's hand had never left, still gently motioning her right thumb across Isabelle's cheek, periodically wiping the drool dripping from Isabelle's lips. Lola's hand never left. Isabelle's eyes began to rest more fully, as she allowed the full weight of her head to collapse into Lola's open hand. Isabelle felt Lola's hand curve ever so slightly, creating a pillow on which Isabelle could rest. The noise and sounds around her began to dull once more, but never left. Never stopped. Isabell returned to her thoughts, comfortable, cozy, and calm. 'Would it be so bad to stay like this?' The question had been hovering in her mind for a while, and Isabelle could hardly believe she was considering it. At the same time, she could. It was nice beyond belief to have a family dynamic she had never had. Isabelle also couldn't deny how happy those were around her; her mom, was truly in love. Lola, who always complained of being an only child, had a sister. Even Sam, who Isabelle had known for years, was like a completely different person. 'But that isn't reason to do this,' Isabelle knew. She had to make a decision for herself, ultimately. Was she really ready to throw away all her years of ballet training? All her memories and experiences with her best friends, Lola and Dani, as their equal? Would it be worth it, just to grow up all over again? 'It's not as though I couldn't do ballet all over again,' Isabelle began reasoning with herself. "And....' Isabelle hesitated. She knew that in all likelihood, she, Lola, and Dani would have been going their separate ways after they graduated. They didn't like to talk about it, but it lingered behind everything they did. '...and this would let me keep Lola, and maybe even Dani, in my life in a way I wouldn't have been able to otherwise....' Isabelle's realization hit her like a truck just as she felt the car come to a stop. "I'll grab her." Isabelle heard Lola state. It wasn't a question. "Okay," Isabelle heard Jane reply. "I'll meet you upstairs." Isabelle left her eyes shut. She soon heard the car door next to her open, followed by a cool winter breeze blow across her face. Isabelle shuddered as Lola unbuckled her harness. Isabelle felt the weight of her diaper fall under her as she was lifted into Lola's arms, clutching her big sister closely for warmth. Isabelle felt as Lola scooped her sagging diaper up, pressing the poop firmly against her skin once more, before carrying her into the house. "Let's go stinky. You made quite a heavy diaper in your seat sweetie." No disgust. No bother. Just love. All Isabelle felt was love, as she settled further into Lola's chest, comforted by the press of her full diaper against her skin. Isabelle's mind settled finally. She knew she'd have a decision to make. But right now, she was just tired. Isabelle relaxed her body and mind as Lola carried her up each stair toward her nursery. Isabelle felt as she was carried down the all-too familiar hall toward what had been her bedroom for months now. Isabelle smiled as she was lowered on to her soft changing table. The next moment she opened her eyes, she saw her mom staring down at her, smiling back. "Hey poopy pants. Let's get you into a fresh diaper," Jane cooed to Isabelle. Isabelle only giggled in response, blissfully unbothered by the mass she had made, sat it, and squished around in her diaper. Jane quickly undressed Isabelle until she was in nothing but her diaper. Then, Jane unsecured the tapes, not without making a remark. "Wheeeewwww. Belly. Quite the big stinky you made for everyone. What do you think Lola?!" Isabelle hadn't realized that Lola had stayed, seated on her mommy's nursing chair, until she responded. "Oh I got the full feel off it in the back of the car, don't you worry. Such a poopy girl!" Lola joked, as Isabelle felt her mom begin to clean her up. Isabelle felt safe as her mom wiped her, taking her time to clean up every inch of her. Isabelle never stopped suckling her pacifier as Jane worked to clean her up, sliding a fresh, thick diaper underneath Isabelle. "I really am proud of you," Jane said, turning to Lola. Isabelle watched as her mother's gaze left her for just a moment to look at her new big daughter. Her mom was sincere; Isabelle knew the tone. The undertone of pride was real, and Isabelle was proud too. "....th..thanks" Lola responded. "Thanks mom.." Lola repeated, adding a word that Jane, and even Isabelle had never expected to hear. A silence gripped the room, as Jane froze, holding the powder turned upside down over Isabelle. Lola was the first to break the silence. "I guess I need to get used to calling you that now," Lola said, startled by her own use of the word. It had been so long, and meant so much to say it. Jane wanted to cry. "You know you don't need to if you aren't comfortable. It's okay. I understand sweetie. I lost my mom young too, and I know she will always be your mom." Jane understood the situation was challenging, though Lola calling her that would mean the world to her. Lola immediately regretted her use of the word 'need.' "What I mean to say is...I...want to get used to saying it. I do want to call you mom...it may take some time before it feels natural though.." Jane had not moved, and as a result, had dumped an enormous amount of powder on Isabelle's crotch as she lay naked, open diaper on her changing table. But now she moved, lifting the powder back up, and chuckling at the mess she had made. Leaving Isabelle securely strapped to the changing table, Jane made her way over to Lola, who had stood up at this point, and the two embraced. Isabelle couldn't hear much of what was whispered between the two, but it warmed her heart nonetheless. Even naked as she lay, Isabelle felt warm and fuzzy. After what felt like a full ten minutes, Isabelle watched as the two separated, and both turned to Isabelle. "I think you may have used a little too much powder," Lola said, breaking the purity of the moment as the two laughed. "Yes. Yes I did. But she'll be fine. She wets so heavy at night anyway, I'll just tape her up and I'm sure she'll be soaked through, if not more in the morning. Though I don't know how she could have anything left in her after that diaper.." Isabelle smiled as Lola handed Jane a set of footie pajamas, which she was swiftly zipped into. Jane then handed Isabelle off to Lola, who proceeded to kiss her warmly, before laying Isabelle down gently into her crib. Isabelle fell asleep as Jane and Lola looked down at her. Isabelle didn't hear the door close behind them as they left soon after; she was blissfully asleep.

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

“Your mother says you sometimes wet your bed at night if you are somewhere you don’t know.” Eric, 14 years old but not fully in puberty yet, was appalled and blushed all the way down his neck. It is true it had happened a few times, but that was years ago. Why his mother would have told his aunt – his father’s sister – about it, Eric couldn’t fathom. “Poor you – that must have been awful, being in a strange place and not knowing where the toilets were or who to ask,” his aunt continued, “and knowing your mother, she probably went on and on and on about it?” The latter was accompanied by a conspiratorial wink, and Eric suddenly felt much better about the strange conversation and nodded. It got stranger still. “She was always stupid about such things. I remember we were there when she forced you out of night-diapers. You were clearly so not ready and loved your nite-diddies as you called them. Why she couldn’t let you have them until you didn’t want or need them anymore was a mystery to us.” Eric nodded. Not that he could remember the episode, but he certainly didn’t disagree with his aunt’s assessment of his mother! Perhaps this summer at his uncle and aunt’s place out in the country was not going to be nearly as bad as he had feared. He had been sent there so that his parents could go on holiday alone. Eric didn’t know the actual reason, but he had certainly noticed the yelling and freezing atmosphere at home for the last half year or more. The true reason was actually a last-ditch attempt at saving the marriage after Eric’s mother had fucked around with a colleague in January while his father was on a business trip. So here he was – nearly 2000 miles away in rural Wyoming. To his chagrin, he’d flow as an unaccompanied minor – he felt that he was plenty old enough to handle it himself, but truth be told the stewards and stewardesses had been sweet to him, and he had to admit that having someone help him changing flights in Chicago and Denver was nice. And his aunt and girl cousin – a sweet little girl of 3 called Cathy – had been there to collect him in Sheridan County Airport. His uncle and aunt had a place almost on the Montana border, so it was a long drive back and his young cousin had fallen asleep almost immediately. On arrival at the homestead – it looked like a very nice place on first impressions – he helped his aunt carrying a lot of shopping in: “We don’t come to town very often; we have most things delivered, but I got Cathy some new clothes today now that we were in there to pick you up anyway,” his aunt explained. Eric nodded. Cathy was still asleep. Inside the house, Eric was shown his room. “The bathroom is across the corridor, second door” his aunt said, and Eric rushed to use the facilities. He largely made it, but his bladder had been aching for the last hour of the drive, and his briefs and jeans got a little moist. Perhaps that was why his aunt had mentioned the bed-wetting? At her urging, he changed into “something fresh”, and the moisture was not mentioned – at least not directly. “Well, I can promise you a couple of things,” his aunt said – ruffling his curly hair – “I’ve put a rubber backed protector on the mattress so it will come to no harm – and no-one will yell at you for wetting the bed.” Again, Eric could only nod. He thought there should have been an “if” somewhere; it sounded like auntie more or less expected him to have accidents at night. __________ Just then Cathy woke up and the next little while was spent with auntie changing her soaked nappy, nursing her – something Eric couldn’t keep his eyes from, and the setting her down to play while the shopping was put away. Next they cooked dinner – with Eric helping as much as he could – while they talked about all sorts of things. “Your uncle won’t be back until late September”, his aunt explained “– he is deployed in the Middle East somewhere, but he does get to Skype home once or twice a week”. Eric nodded. “So I’m happy to have a strong young man around to help,” his aunt added and again ruffled Eric’s hair. Eric nodded – he liked his uncle and missed him, but understood he was serving to keep everyone safe. Eric’s uncle – his father’s oldest and best friend, had opted to serve his country while Eric’s much more affluent father has gone straight to college and then into the family business. Against much opposition from his grandparents, his father’s little sister had declared her intention to marry her older brother’s friend and to their horror also enlisted on completion of her psychology degree. When they had both received commissions as officers, the grandparents had relented and the two married. They were in different branches of the armed forces, and neither of them were at liberty to discuss exactly what they were doing, much less where, but the marriage was a happy one and 4 years ago they had decided it was time to start a family, so Eric’s aunt requested and received an honorable discharge when her pregnancy with Cathy had been confirmed. Meanwhile Eric’s father had much earlier married a much more suitable spouse (at least according to the grandparents) and produced an heir. “Suitable” meant the same affluent circles; Eric’s mother was a bit of a wild girl, and the marriage was only, but hastily, arranged because she was pregnant. She did marry the man that was Eric’s biological father, but there were honestly several other potential candidates for that role and the bit about forsaking all others had never loomed large in her lifestyle. Eric knew none of that. But he was aware that his aunt didn’t like his mother much, and truth be told neither did he. __________ With the very long nap in the car, Cathy was not ready to be put to bed until an hour later than normal – at which point Eric was visibly flagging after the long journey; the two hours’ time difference certainly played a role too. In consequence he was almost asleep on the sofa when his aunt returned from having nursed Cathy to sleep. “Eric, sweetheart, time for bed,”, she cooed while gently prodding him awake. A “huh” indicated that he was mostly awake, but taking initiative was beyond him. Without protest, Eric let himself be led back towards his room, but they stopped on the way in the bathroom to clean his teeth which he docilely let his aunt do for him. The toilet was not used; rather, he was urged to drink several large glasses of water which he did without question. When they got to the bedroom, his aunt proceeded to undress the almost comatose boy, then had him stretch out on the bed while she rubbed perfumed baby cream all over his crotch and sprinkled him liberally whit pleasantly scented baby powder. “I was thinking,” his aunt said in a quiet loving tone of voice, “that when I mentioned that your mattress is protected and I won’t scold you when the rest gets wet, I meant it, but I was thinking that perhaps you should be in diapers at night – at least for the first couple of nights until we see how it goes, huh?” Eric didn’t respond, but the notion intrigued him. “There is no-one here but you and me and Cathy – no-one will ever know,” she urged. “You want to feel safe. You want to be able to pee without having to find a bathroom.” “You want to have the thick warm diaper on,” she intoned while putting said diaper on him. Eric never stopped to wonder why she had diapers in his size – he had an overwhelming feeling of contentment when it was attached firmly. She tucked him in, kissed his forehead and switched off the light. In moments he was asleep. __________ Next morning Eric awoke from his aunt opening the curtains to a beautiful sunny summer’s day. “Wake up sweetheart – time for breakfast”. Eric stretched and felt the heavy diaper around his groin. The bed was dry – just – but he would obviously have been soaked if he hadn’t been diapered. His aunt echoed that thought: “Just as well you were diapered; you clearly needed that.” Blushingly Eric agreed. “You can have your night diapers back on while you are here with us,” his aunt added. “No-one will know.” There was a small wash basin on his bedside table with steaming hot water. Quickly and methodically his aunt removed the diaper, then washed and dried him and handed him a pair of underwear and his tracksuit pants. Putting ordinary clothes on, Eric felt a fleeting regret of the loss of sense of security. The morning was spent lounging around, playing with Cathy and simply just being. He was offered drinks almost constantly and urged to “keep in fluids” in the warm summer weather. Around midday, Cathy was nursed to sleep – a process Eric found fascinating – and his aunt suggested that Eric relax in front of the television. Agreeing, Eric tried to follow the program but started nodding off. He woke with a start – he’d been dreaming about diapers, and he realized he had started to pee. The underwear and thick tracksuit material had absorbed the urine – just – but just a few moments more, and the sofa would have been flooded. “Auntie,” he cried out and moments later she appeared from her office. “I, I, wet my pants,” Eric cried. “Poor darling,” his aunt cooed. “Did you fall asleep without a diddy on?” Eric nodded, still sobbing. “Don’t worry sweetheart; auntie will take care of you”. She led him to his bathroom, undressed him, lifted him up into the tub and rinsed him off with the shower head. Meanwhile she was constantly cooing sweet little nothings to him, hugging him, and kissing him. She was a trained military psychologist and an expert in hypnotherapy – and Eric in his current state was a perfect candidate for hypnotic suggestions. “You should be in diapers all the time,” she said. “You need to be diapered – you don’t want to be big; you need to be allowed to be a little boy again.” She repeated that again and again. She lifted him up, dried him and proceeded with cream, powder, and a diaper. At no stage did Eric question, much less protest. He was led back to the living room and plunked on the sofa with his aunt sitting down next to him. Nor did he ever stop wondering what was going on when she opened her shirt, unlatched her nursing bra and moved Eric mouth to her large, distended nipple. Eric had never been breast fed, but some things come naturally and in moments he was gulping down large mouthfuls of milk first form one breast and then the other. “You are auntie’s baby boy now,” she cooed in her ear. “And you have a big thirsty diaper on,” she added “- so you can pee, pee, pee.” __________ He did. At all times, just letting auntie know when he needed a change. By the time his parents were back from their – unsuccessful – holiday, he was completely incontinent. His mother was angling for custody to get as much money as possible through support payments, but quickly decided that a 14-year-old in diapers was too much work and signed parental rights over to his father – who in turn arranged for his sister and brother-in-law to care for the boy. Eric was homeschooled and did very well. Puberty never happened – the “vitamins” his aunt gave him saw to that.

So I broke my hand last week and finally went to see the orthopedic center yesterday. The doctor decided surgery was necessary and they are going to schedule me for next week. However, they did catch me off guard when they wanted to do it EKG during the visit because I have hypertension. I had a onesie style undershirt on under my T-shirt, and was wearing a Peak ABU under that. I wasn’t expecting any attention anywhere, but my hand. I ended up just pulling the shoulder straps down to my waist and said it was easier with my hand. Crisis averted, but I was definitely on the spot for a second.

I've been non-binary for a long time. I've always been OK with the way I looked but I have wished I looked more feminine or androgynous. Well, for the last week I have been DIYing Estrogen. I'm not trans but I do hope they will have some feminizing effects on me. I would really like to develop breasts though I know that is a long term thing. It's the start of a journey but I'm excited to see where it goes

So I just finished writing chapter 10 and thought it's time to share more of my progress. I used the same approach as before up until chapter 8, but I started to notice that the AI was slowly getting confused. Even after feeding the premise, key data-points, synopsis, charactersheets, etc. back into itself, it still kept adding or forgetting details I didn't want. The quality of output in response to my prompts started varying more and more. So with chapter 9 and 10 I tried a different approach where I basically don't allow the AI to add any details on it's own. I supply it with prompts that include all the information I want, including descriptions of feelings and dialogue and the AI gives me the finished paragraphs, one by one. This way it takes a bit more time as I'm basically writing the story on my own, although badly formulated, but at least the AI doesn't need to rely on the context to generate quality work and can instead focus on the task it's good at. I would really appreciate feedback on the consistency and quality so far, especially comparing chapter 1-8 with 9-10. Without further ado, here are the next 5 chapters: Chapter 6 (Friday, Day 2) Darkness enveloped me, a sense of blissful nothingness washing over my senses. In this void, there was no worry, no fear—just peace. Suddenly, a distant sound began to penetrate the silence, slowly growing louder and more insistent until it became unmistakable—an alarm. With a jolt, I was pulled from the depths of sleep, my eyes fluttering open to find my dad standing beside my bed, his voice breaking through the silence. "Ellie, your alarm has been ringing for ten minutes already," he said, his tone tinged with exasperation. As he left the room, I shook off the remnants of sleep and stumbled out of bed, the last vestiges of the dream fading from my mind. I made my way to the shower, still half-asleep, the warm water gradually rousing me from my drowsiness. After I finished the shower, dried myself off and brushed my teeth, I joined my parents in the kitchen for breakfast, the familiar scent of pancakes and coffee filling the air. As I sat down at the table, the events of the morning felt like a distant memory, the tranquility of the void slowly being replaced by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. As I slowly ate my pancakes, the comforting routine of breakfast with my parents began to fill the void left by sleep. The clinking of dishes, the murmured conversation—each sound served as a gentle reminder that the world outside was waiting. As I sat down at the breakfast table with my parents, the familiar scent of pancakes and coffee filling the air, my mind was elsewhere. While the conversation between my parents drifted in and out of my consciousness, the memories of the previous night flooded back, the edges of the dream sharpening into focus. Heat rose to my cheeks as I remembered the embarrassing details of the dream—the sensation of wearing a diaper, the laughter of my classmates—and I silently berated myself for letting it affect me so deeply. But amidst the embarrassment, there was also a sense of curiosity—a nagging feeling that there was more to the dream than met the eye. I pushed aside my embarrassment and focused on my pancakes, hoping to lose myself in the simple pleasure of breakfast. Unnoticed by my parents, I continued to eat in silence, the memories of the dream lingering at the edges of my mind like a persistent shadow. As the morning sun streamed through the window, I couldn't shake the feeling that the day ahead held more surprises than I bargained for. As I sat at the kitchen table with my parents, lost in the whirlwind of my thoughts, I absentmindedly reached for the glass of orange juice in front of me. It was my second glass, the tangy sweetness providing a momentary distraction from the chaos inside my mind. Just as I was finishing it off, my dad's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. "Alright, folks, I'm off to work," he announced, his briefcase in hand as he stood up from the table. "Remember, I'll be home late tonight." My mom nodded in acknowledgment, her expression a mixture of understanding and resignation. "Okay, honey. We'll see you later. Drive safely," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. With a reassuring smile, my dad bid us farewell and headed out the door, leaving behind a lingering sense of emptiness in his wake. As my phone vibrated with a text from Lily, a surge of energy coursed through me. "Lily's on her way," I called out to my mom, my voice tinged with urgency. "Already?" My mom replied, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Time flies, doesn't it?" I nodded, my heart racing as I realized how behind schedule I was. "Yeah, I lost track of time. I'll be ready in a minute," I assured her, darting up the stairs to my room. With hurried movements, I grabbed my backpack and stuffed my unfinished homework into it, promising myself that I would finish it during lunch. As I rummaged through my closet for something to wear, my mind raced with thoughts of the day ahead. Finally settling on an outfit, I quickly got dressed and made my way back downstairs, my heart still pounding with adrenaline. But as I reached the bottom of the staircase, I realized with a sinking feeling that I had forgotten Lily's jacket in my room. "I'll be right back!" I called out to my mom as I dashed back upstairs, my mind racing with thoughts of how I had to hurry or risk being even later. Grabbing the jacket from where it lay forgotten on my bed, I hurriedly made my way back downstairs, the doorbell ringing just as I reached the bottom step. With a final glance around to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything else, I rushed out the door to meet Lily. "Hey, sorry I'm late," I said breathlessly as I joined Lily on the doorstep, my heart racing from the urgency of the situation, a sheepish smile on my face. Lily grinned back at me, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "No worries, let's go! We've got a school day to conquer!" she exclaimed, and together we set off down the street, the echo of our hurried footsteps reverberating against the pavement, leaving the chaos of the morning behind us. As we walked down the road, I reached into my bag and pulled out Lily's jacket from the previous day, handing it back to her with a smile. "Here you go, I almost forgot about this," I said, relieved to have actually remembered it this time. Lily took the jacket with a grateful smile, slipping it on without a second thought. "Thanks, Ellie," she replied, her tone casual as if yesterday's events were a distant memory. As we continued down the road, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy gnawing at the back of my mind. Lily seemed so carefree, so effortlessly confident, while I was constantly bogged down by worries and insecurities. But I quickly pushed aside the feeling, reminding myself that everyone had their own struggles, even if they didn't always show them. As we approached the bus stop, the familiar sound of chatter and laughter filled the air, and I felt a sense of anticipation building inside me. Today was a new day, full of possibilities, and I was determined to make the most of it, no matter what challenges lay ahead. With Lily by my side, I knew I could handle whatever the day had in store for us. As Lily and I boarded the bus, the faint rumble of the engine resonated through the air, blending with the chatter of students finding their seats. I followed Lily's lead, my steps light as I settled into a seat beside her. Almost immediately, Lily launched into a conversation about the math homework from yesterday, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "Can you believe how long that assignment was? I swear, I thought I'd never finish it," she exclaimed, her eyes bright with excitement. I nodded absentmindedly, my attention drifting as I gazed out the window. The passing scenery blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, but my mind was elsewhere. Subconsciously, I felt a slight urge to pee, but I quickly brushed it aside, unwilling to acknowledge it. Instead, my thoughts wandered between the dread of the unfinished math homework and the memory of the orange juice I had consumed earlier that morning. The two thoughts intertwined, dancing in and out of focus as I stared into the distance, lost in a world of my own creation. Reality faded into the background as my mind drifted further and further from the present moment. The rhythm of the bus lulled me into a sense of tranquility, and for a fleeting moment, I allowed myself to escape the pressures of the day ahead. But deep down, I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront the challenges that awaited me. For now, though, I let myself drift, embracing the temporary reprieve from reality. I scrambled to my feet, urgency coursing through every fiber of my being. "Lily, we need to go," I exclaimed, my voice tinged with desperation as I explained the urgency of the situation. Together, we dashed off towards the school, our footsteps echoing in the empty halls. As we reached the restrooms, I didn't hesitate, practically diving into the nearest stall. Lily waited anxiously outside, her concern palpable even through the closed door. I let out a sigh of relief as I finally found some measure of release, the tension in my bladder easing with each passing second. But as I glanced down, my eyes settling on the damp fabric of my panties, a sinking feeling washed over me. I hadn't noticed the wet stain until now, and all the anxiety and worry that had been temporarily forgotten came flooding back, crashing over me like a tidal wave. Through the door of the stall, Lily's voice broke through my reverie, her question about the math homework repeating like a refrain. But in that moment, all I could focus on was the wet stain between my legs, a stark reminder of the struggles I had been desperately trying to ignore. As I stood there in the stall, overwhelmed by the weight of everything crashing down on me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the damp stain on my panties. It was a stark reminder of my struggles, a physical manifestation of the turmoil raging inside me. The weird dreams, the worsening condition of my bladder, the unfinished math homework— it all seemed to converge in this moment, suffocating me with its sheer enormity. Each problem felt like a thread in a tangled web, weaving together to form a tapestry of chaos that threatened to unravel me completely. But amidst the chaos, there was a nagging sense of shame that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Another wet pair of panties before the school day had even begun— it was a humiliation I couldn't bear to face. The thought of anyone discovering my secret filled me with a sense of dread that coiled tightly around my heart. Outside the stall, Lily's voice was barely audible over the sound of my quiet sobs. She called out to me, her concern palpable in the strained edges of her tone. But I couldn't find the words to respond, couldn't bring myself to admit the truth of what was happening. As the minutes ticked by, I could sense Lily growing more and more worried, her presence a silent anchor in the storm raging within me. But try as she might, she couldn't breach the walls I had erected around myself, couldn't penetrate the depths of my despair. And so, I sat there in the stall, lost in a sea of overwhelming emotions, unable to find my way back to the surface. All the while, Lily waited outside, her concern a silent echo of the turmoil that threatened to consume me whole. Chapter 7 (Friday, Day 2) The school bell pierced through my daze, pulling me back to reality. Blinking away the disorientation, I realized that the first period was about to begin. Outside the stall, Lily shifted nervously, stealing a glance at the clock. "We really have to go now, Ellie," she urged, her voice tinged with urgency. I remained seated, my gaze fixed on the wet spot on my panties. The detachment I felt was unsettling, even to myself. Lily's growing concern spurred her to coax me into action. "Come on, Ellie, we can't be late," she pressed, desperation creeping into her tone. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I found my voice, the words escaping with a mixture of relief and trepidation. "I didn't finish my math homework," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper, the weight of my admission hanging heavily in the air. Lily's eyes widened in surprise at my unexpected vulnerability. Before she could respond, I added with a shaky calmness, "I need help inside here." The weight of my words hung heavy in the air, casting a somber shadow over the bustling hallway. Lily hesitated briefly, unsure of how to react to my unusual demeanor. But sensing the urgency in my voice, she nodded resolutely. "Okay, unlock the door, I’m coming in," she said, her voice tinged with concern as she opened the door to the stall and entered. Prepared to offer whatever support I needed, Lily's presence was a comfort in this moment of vulnerability. As Lily entered the stall, I looked up at her, feeling a sense of paralysis grip me. Our eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. But as Lily's gaze shifted downwards towards my panties, the reality of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. The stain. The wetness. The embarrassment flooded back in a rush of memories from the previous day. Lily's eyes widened in realization, and she quickly averted her gaze back to mine, silently waiting for an explanation or some indication of what I wanted her to do. But I found myself unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone articulate them. My mind was a blank slate, flushed like a toilet, and I was at a loss for words. All I could do was stare back at Lily, silently pleading for her to understand and to help me navigate this overwhelming situation. As the clock ticked on, each second stretching out like an eternity, a heavy silence settled between Lily and me. Our eyes locked in a silent exchange of uncertainty, neither of us willing to be the first to speak. In that suspended moment, the silence seemed to amplify, drowning out any other sound. I couldn't help but imagine the thoughts racing through our math teacher's mind, wondering where we were and why we hadn't arrived yet. In reality, mere seconds had passed, yet they dragged on like an eternity. Then, as if awakening from a trance, Lily seemed to have collected herself and sprung into action, breaking the silence that had weighed heavily upon us. “I’ve got this,” she said and that was all I needed to hear. As Lily began drying off my panties with toilet paper, I stood there, feeling utterly helpless. The embarrassment of the situation washed over me like a wave, but I was too overwhelmed to protest. I watched in a daze as Lily tucked some toilet paper inside my panties to soak up the remaining wetness before pulling them up along with my pants in one swift motion. Feeling like a doll being maneuvered by Lily, I allowed her to lead me out of the restroom, my steps faltering as we made our way down the hallway. With each passing moment, the fog of void that had briefly enveloped me dissipated, replaced by the all-too-familiar feelings of dread and shame. As we neared the classroom, my cheeks burned crimson with embarrassment as I replayed the humiliating ordeal in my mind. But as quickly as the blush had come, it faded, leaving me feeling pale and hollow. I knew what lay ahead—a class full of judgmental eyes, whispered rumors, and the constant fear of exposure. As we turned a corner, a fresh wave of anxiety washed over me, its intensity magnified by the fear of facing our teacher and the looming threat of humiliation in front of the entire class. Each step felt like a leaden weight on my chest, the suffocating pressure of my predicament growing with every heartbeat. The familiar tendrils of apprehension tightened around my chest, threatening to suffocate me as we approached the classroom door. Suddenly, I came to a halt, tugging Lily backwards and forcing her to meet my gaze. My voice was timid as I spoke, the guilt of dragging her into my mess weighing heavily on me. "Lily," I began, my words barely above a whisper, "I... I didn't finish my homework. And I made us both be late. What are we supposed to say when we go in there?" As I posed my question to Lily, my gaze flickered nervously around the empty hallway, searching for the familiar spot where our classroom should have been. But to my confusion, I couldn't find it. It was then that I realized we had taken a different turn than I had anticipated, leading us down an unfamiliar corridor. Bewildered, I met Lily's gaze once more, only to find a mischievous smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her words cut through my confusion like a knife, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of annoyance at being caught off guard. I blushed, embarrassment flushing my cheeks as I stammered in response, "I... uh, sorry. I guess I got a little distracted." Lily's laughter echoed down the empty hallway, and despite myself, I couldn't help but join in, grateful for the brief moment of levity amidst the chaos of the morning. “I’m glad to see your mind being back in the present,” Lily told me, but other than that she left what just happened uncommented. As Lily took my hand once again, a sense of reassurance washed over me. Her touch was grounding, anchoring me to the present moment amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. With Lily by my side, the chaos of the morning seemed just a little more manageable. As we continued down the hallway, Lily explained her plan to me in hushed tones. The idea of going to the nurse's office instead of facing the impending humiliation of class sent a wave of relief through me. It was a small glimmer of hope in the midst of uncertainty, and I clung to it desperately. Nodding in agreement, I squeezed Lily's hand gratefully, silently thanking her for her unwavering support. Together, we forged ahead, navigating the maze of hallways with a newfound sense of purpose. With Lily by my side, I knew that whatever lay ahead, we would face it together. As Lily and I stood outside the nurse's office, my heart raced with anticipation. I knew that this plan was our best shot at avoiding the embarrassment of facing our first period math class unprepared. Taking a deep breath, I glanced at Lily, who offered a reassuring nod. With a sense of determination, I raised my hand and knocked on the door. A moment later, Nurse Emily opened it with a warm smile. "Good morning, girls. How can I help you today?" Nurse Emily greeted us kindly. Lily stepped forward, her voice steady as she spoke. "Um, hi Nurse Emily. We, uh, we're not feeling too well." Nurse Emily's expression softened with concern. "Oh dear, what seems to be the trouble?" I glanced at Lily, silently urging her to continue. "Well, we think we might be dehydrated," Lily chimed in, offering a convincing frown. "We both have headaches and feel really tired." Nurse Emily's brow furrowed in sympathy. "I see. Have you been drinking enough water today?" I nodded quickly, trying to keep up the facade. "Yes, we've been trying to drink more, but it doesn't seem to help." Nurse Emily considered our words for a moment before nodding understandingly. "Alright, let's get you both checked out. Lie down on the cots over there, and I'll bring you some water and see if we can't make you feel better." Relieved that our plan seemed to be working, Lily and I followed Nurse Emily's instructions and settled onto the cots. As Nurse Emily bustled around the office, a gnawing sense of guilt tugged at my conscience. Deceiving the kind-hearted nurse weighed heavily on my mind, a sharp pang of remorse piercing through the relief of our successful ruse. But the thought of facing our math class without our homework was enough to quell those feelings, at least for now. As Nurse Emily handed us each a bottle of water, I offered her a grateful smile, feeling a twinge of guilt for deceiving her. "Thank you, Nurse Emily," I murmured, accepting the bottle and taking a sip. Nurse Emily nodded kindly. "Of course, girls. Drink up and try to rest for a bit. Let me know if you're feeling better by next period." With a final smile, Nurse Emily returned to her desk, her attention immediately consumed by the paperwork that seemed to perpetually clutter her workspace. Turning to Lily, I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief that our plan had worked so far. "I can't believe that worked," I whispered, a hint of disbelief in my voice. Lily grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your idea was brilliant, Ellie. I never would've thought of using dehydration as an excuse." I chuckled softly, grateful for Lily's praise but still uneasy about the situation. "Let's just hope we can keep this up until next period," I replied, taking another sip of water and hoping that this weird nagging feeling in the back of my mind would soon fade away. Chapter 8 (Friday, Day 2) As Nurse Emily checked in on us, I offered her a reassuring smile, nodding along as she asked if we were feeling any better. With Lily's help, I managed to muster up a convincing response, assuring Nurse Emily that the headache was subsiding and that we were ready to return to class. Nurse Emily seemed satisfied with our answer, slipping us a neatly written note for our math teacher to explain our absence. As she handed it to us, her gaze lingered on Lily's half-empty water bottle for a moment, a flicker of curiosity passing through her eyes. However, she didn't comment on it, merely excusing herself and returning to the mountain of paperwork on her desk. I exchanged a quick glance with Lily as we left the nurse's office, a sense of relief washing over me that our ruse had gone undetected. But as we made our way back to class, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of my mind, a nagging worry that our deception might come back to haunt us. And as I glanced down at my own empty water bottle, a chill ran down my spine, knowing that Nurse Emily might have noticed the discrepancy. As we walked back to class, the weight of Nurse Emily's scrutiny lingered in the back of my mind, gnawing at my conscience. I couldn't help but question Lily about her decision to leave her water bottle only half-empty. It seemed like a small detail, but in the moment, it felt significant. "Why did you only drink half of your water?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid of being overheard. Lily shrugged nonchalantly, her expression unreadable. "I don't know, I wasn't that thirsty, I guess. Why did you drink all of yours?" I hesitated, caught off guard by her question. "I... I don't know," I admitted, feeling a surge of guilt wash over me. "I guess I just thought it would look more convincing if I drank it all." Lily nodded, seemingly satisfied with my explanation, and we fell into a comfortable silence as we made our way to our next class. But despite our attempts to change the subject, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were walking on thin ice, one misstep away from being caught in our web of lies. As the day progressed, my initial worries began to fade into the background, replaced by a sense of cautious relief. Contrary to my lingering suspicion, none of our teachers had questioned our absence or raised any eyebrows at our late arrival to class. It was as if our little escapade to the nurse's office had gone entirely unnoticed. Now, in my last class before lunch break, I found myself staring absentmindedly at the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes until freedom. For once, my mind was drifting to something entirely mundane – the last book I had read. It was a welcome change from the whirlwind of anxiety and uncertainty that had consumed me earlier in the day. Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the chatter of my classmates around me or the drone of the teacher's voice at the front of the room. Instead, I found solace in the familiar world of fiction, allowing myself to be transported to another time and place, if only for a brief moment. It was a welcome respite from the chaos of my own life, a moment of peace amidst the storm. As I sat there, lost in the sense of normalcy that had settled over me after such a stressful morning, I found myself fidgeting absentmindedly. It was a strange sensation, as if my body was trying to release the tension that still lingered within me. How long had I been fidgeting without even realizing it? Turning to my right, I expected to see Lily, but instead, my gaze fell upon the profile of a boy whose name escaped me. It was a curious feeling – I knew I had seen him before, perhaps even spoken to him once or twice, but his name remained just out of reach. It hovered on the edge of my memory, tantalizingly close yet frustratingly elusive. I furrowed my brow, trying to recall his name, but it slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. It was a strange sensation, like trying to catch hold of a fleeting dream upon waking. Was his name exotic, or mundane? I couldn't quite remember. Shaking my head to dispel the nonsensical thought, I realized with a start that I didn't actually share this class with Lily. It was a sobering reminder of the reality of my situation – despite the temporary respite, the events of the morning still weighed heavily on my mind. As thoughts of Lily flooded my mind, memories from earlier in the day and the events of yesterday came rushing back. I couldn't help but recall the embarrassing stain on my panties, the feeling of the toilet paper stuffed inside them in a feeble attempt to conceal the evidence. I scrunched my face at the memory, the discomfort of it all still fresh in my mind. But along with those memories came a sudden awareness of my body, of the uncomfortable fullness in my bladder that I had been trying to ignore. I shifted in my seat, realizing with a jolt just how urgent my need to use the restroom had become. With a start, I felt my hand shoot up, almost propelling me out of my seat. The sudden movement seemed to startle not only myself but also the students around me, catching the attention of Mr. Thompson, our chemistry teacher. His surprise was evident as he regarded me with a curious expression. "Ellie, do you have something to add to our discussion?" Mr. Thompson asked, his voice carrying a hint of bemusement. I hesitated, my gaze flickering nervously to the blackboard where a mess of equations and diagrams stared back at me, utterly incomprehensible. Panic surged within me as I realized I hadn't been paying attention to a single word Mr. Thompson had said. "I... um..." I stumbled over my words, desperately searching for something coherent to say. "I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson. I, uh... I'm not sure I understand what we're talking about." A few snickers rippled through the classroom, and I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Mr. Thompson's expression softened, and he offered me a sympathetic smile. "It's okay, Ellie. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask," he reassured me. Just as I was about to muster the courage to ask if I could use the restroom, Mr. Thompson glanced at the clock on the wall. "Unfortunately, Ellie, there are only ten minutes left of class. Can it wait until then?" My heart sank as I realized I would have to endure the discomfort for a little while longer. "Y-yes, Mr. Thompson. I can wait," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Thompson nodded, apparently satisfied with my response. "Alright then. Let's focus on wrapping up this lesson." Relief flooded through me as I sank back into my seat, glad that focused shifted away from me again, but my urgency to use the restroom only intensified. I shifted uncomfortably, counting down the minutes until I could finally escape the classroom and relieve myself. As the bell rang, signaling the end of the lesson, I breathed a sigh of relief, eager to escape the classroom and relieve the pressure building in my bladder. But before I could make my escape, Mr. Thompson approached me, his presence halting my movements. "Ellie, can I have a word with you?" His voice was gentle but firm, and I felt a pang of anxiety twist in my stomach. "Um, sure," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in my chest. Following Mr. Thompson to the front of the classroom, away from the bustling crowd of students, I braced myself for whatever conversation was about to unfold. He turned to me, his gaze penetrating but not unkind. "I couldn't help but notice that you seemed a bit distracted during class today," he began, his tone gentle but probing. "Is everything alright?" My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I struggled to come up with a response. How could I tell Mr. Thompson that I had been preoccupied with thoughts of my bladder and the humiliating incident in the restroom earlier that morning? "I... I'm sorry, Mr. Thompson," I stammered, my gaze dropping to the floor. "I guess I just had a lot on my mind." Mr. Thompson nodded understandingly, his expression softening. "It's okay, Ellie. We all have off days. Just try to stay focused in class, alright? If you ever need to talk about anything, my door is always open." "Thanks, Mr. Thompson," I murmured gratefully, relieved that he wasn't pressing me for more details. With a quick nod, I made my escape, hurrying out of the classroom and towards the nearest restroom, desperate to find some relief from the discomfort that had been plaguing me all morning. As I rushed down the hallway, my thoughts consumed by the urgency of my need, I rounded a corner and nearly collided with Lily, who was looking around anxiously. She had been looking for me as we were supposed to meet up before lunch and I didn’t show up. A jolt of panic surged through me as a small spurt of pee escaped into my panties, but I managed to catch myself just in time. Lily, still a bit startled by our close encounter, quickly recovered and greeted me, asking where I'd been. "I, uh, got held up in Mr. Thompson's class," I stammered out, my words rushed as I tugged Lily towards the restrooms. "I'll tell you later, but right now, I really need to pee." As we hurried along the empty hallways, there were more spurts of pee trickling into my panties with each step. Lily must have noticed the unusual way I was walking, stopping for a moment every few steps. When she caught up with me, she asked quietly, "Are you peeing yourself right now?" The question hung in the air, so obvious yet startling. Surprised, I realized that I had been so focused on getting to the toilet that I hadn't even noticed. I didn't answer, just kept walking, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Finally, we made our way to the restrooms. I burst into the first empty stall, not even bothering to lock it. I took a moment to gather myself, trying to ignore the growing dampness between my legs. As I finally sat down on the toilet, relieved to be able to empty my bladder, I closed my eyes and let out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Unaware to me, Lily followed me right into the stall and quietly assessed the situation. Her brow furrowed in concern, she glanced at the wet patch on my pants, her expression softening with empathy. When I finished and opened my eyes, I was surprised to find Lily there beside me, her worried gaze meeting mine. Lily's voice was hushed as she spoke, her tone carrying a sense of urgency. "Ellie, we can't just fix this with some toilet paper this time," she murmured, her eyes drifting down to the sodden wad of paper nestled inside my panties from this morning. Following her gaze, I felt a knot form in my stomach as I registered the extent of the dampness. My brows furrowed in concern, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. Chapter 9 (Friday, Day 2) In the dimly lit restroom stall, the air heavy with the scent of disinfectant, I found solace from the chaos outside. Lily stood beside me, a silent guardian in this sanctuary of porcelain and metal. As I looked down at my soaked panties, a reminder of my persistent struggle with bladder issues, a sense of despair crept in, threatening to overwhelm me. The sound of distant chatter and footsteps outside the stall felt like a distant echo, as if we were suspended in our own private world, shielded from judgment and scrutiny. Lily's furrowed brow betrayed her concern as she cast a glance at the sodden wad of toilet paper tucked within my panties. Her expression softened with empathy, a reflection of the bond we shared through trials and tribulations. "Ellie," she murmured, her voice tinged with urgency, "we can't just fix this with some toilet paper this time." Her words hung in the air, weighted with the gravity of our situation, urging me to confront the reality of my condition head-on. "I know," I replied, my voice a whisper tinged with frustration and uncertainty. My mind was a blank canvas, mirroring the void I had felt earlier that morning when the nightmare of wearing a diaper to school had haunted me. I shook my head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts that threatened to consume me. Refusing to surrender to defeat, I steeled myself, determined to reclaim control in the face of adversity. Gazing up at Lily, I searched her expression for any glimmer of inspiration, hoping she held the key to unlocking a solution to our predicament. "But I don't know what to do," I confessed to Lily, my voice trembling with a sense of helplessness in the face of dwindling options. The weight of uncertainty pressed down on me, threatening to crush my resolve. Admitting my vulnerability was a bitter pill to swallow, yet I found solace in sharing my fears with Lily, trusting her to offer guidance and support in our time of need. Each breath felt labored, as if I were navigating through a dense fog, searching desperately for a beacon of hope to guide us through the darkness. "Listen," Lily interjected, her voice a gentle reassurance cutting through the veil of uncertainty. "Lunch break just started. We have all the time in the world to figure something out." With her words igniting a spark of determination within me, we began our brainstorming session. It was mostly Lily leading the charge, her ideas flowing freely, while I couldn't help but fret over their potential pitfalls. Each suggestion she offered sparked a whirlwind of doubt within me, yet I clung to the hope that amidst our collective efforts, we would stumble upon a solution to salvage the situation. "That's it!" Lily exclaimed, her eyes bright with determination. I glanced up at her, a flicker of hope igniting within me at her words. "I'll go talk to Nurse Emily and ask her for some spare clothes," she declared, her solution hanging in the air between us. My heart lurched with panic at the thought. The idea of anyone else knowing about my predicament sent shivers down my spine. The fear of judgment and ridicule gripped me like a vice, threatening to suffocate any semblance of courage. But as I met Lily's unwavering gaze, I knew that I had to trust her, even if it meant exposing my vulnerability to another soul. "What are you going to tell her?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension, hoping Lily had a convincing excuse up her sleeve. "I don't know," she admitted with a shrug, her confidence undeterred. "I'll just say they're for a friend of mine or something. She'll probably not pay attention anyway, she's always lost in all that paperwork." I mulled over her response for a few moments, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my resolve. Yet, knowing Lily's track record of unwavering support, I made the decision to place my trust in her once more. With a hesitant nod, I conveyed my consent, though the lingering anxiety weighed heavy on my mind. As Lily departed the stall, leaving me alone with my thoughts, I took a moment to survey my surroundings. My gaze fell upon the sodden toilet paper nestled within my panties, an ironic reminder of a diaper. My mind drifted back to the unsettling dream I had experienced earlier, a tumultuous mix of humiliation, shame, and a fleeting sense of relief. For a brief, surreal moment, I allowed myself to entertain the notion that the wet fabric between my legs was indeed a diaper, and that Lily was there to help me change it. The thought sent a flush of embarrassment racing across my cheeks, and I quickly shook my head, banishing the intrusive fantasy from my mind. As the embarrassment began to ebb away, replaced by a renewed determination to confront and manage my issues, a sudden knock at the door jolted me from my reverie. "Ellie, it's me," came Lily's familiar voice from beyond the stall. I was taken aback by how swiftly she had returned, realizing only then how deeply I had become lost in my thoughts once more. Hastily, I reached out to unlock the door, allowing Lily to enter. "Look, I got a spare pair of panties and those sweatpants from Nurse Emily," Lily announced as soon as she entered, holding out the items for me to see. "They look kinda ugly, but I think they'll do." Fear and hope clashed within me as I stared at the offerings in her hands, uncertainty clouding my thoughts. Meeting Lily's gaze, I swallowed hard before voicing the question that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "What did you tell her?" I asked, my voice trembling with the realization that Nurse Emily must now be aware of my predicament. "Same as I told you," Lily shrugged nonchalantly. "I swear, the pile of paperwork on her desk we saw this morning has grown even more since then." A nervous laugh escaped me, mingling with Lily's light-hearted chuckle. "I'm pretty sure she has no idea who those were for," Lily continued, her tone conspiratorial. "But she told me that whoever that friend was should just drink a bit less next time." I furrowed my brow in confusion, unsure of what Nurse Emily meant by her remark, but decided to shrug it off for the time being, relieved that our secret seemed to remain intact, at least for now. As Lily handed me the clothes, I wasted no time in swiftly changing into them, eager to shed the reminder of my recent ordeal. As I peeled off my soaked garments, a frown creased my brow as I considered what to do with them. "What are we gonna do with those?" I queried Lily, hoping she had yet another solution up her sleeve. Lily's grin widened as she produced a plastic bag and held it open for me. Meeting her gaze, a wave of gratitude washed over me, thankful for her quick thinking and resourcefulness in every situation. Without hesitation, I deposited my discarded clothes into the bag, sealing away the evidence of my struggle for the time being. As I placed the bag containing my wet clothes into my backpack, Lily and I exited the restroom, heading towards the lunch hall. Despite the ordeal earlier, we still had half of the lunch break remaining, plenty of time to grab a bite to eat. As we approached the entrance of the lunch hall, a familiar giggle caught my attention, causing me to glance to my side. My heart sank as I recognized a group of girls chatting nearby. One of them shot me a mischievous grin, her eyebrow raised inquisitively as she eyed my sweatpants. Panic surged within me, and I quickly averted my gaze, anxiety prickling at the edges of my consciousness. Lily and I made our way to grab our food, and I opted for a large glass of water to accompany my slice of pizza, though it barely resembled the real thing. As we approached the table where our other friends were seated, apprehension gnawed at me, wondering if they would notice my unusual attire and inquire about it. I silently prayed that Lily would have a plausible explanation ready to deflect any questions that might arise. With a tight knot of anxiety coiling in my stomach, I took a deep breath and prepared to face whatever scrutiny lay ahead. Relief washed over me as our friends greeted us without any mention of my unusual attire or our tardiness. They simply returned our greetings and seamlessly resumed their conversation, completely unfazed by our delayed arrival. I exchanged a puzzled glance with Lily, who responded with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. With a shared understanding passing between us, we settled into our seats and began to dig into our food, grateful for the unexpected reprieve from scrutiny. As we joined in our friends' conversation, the earlier tension began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and belonging. As our friends delved into a discussion about school work, my mind defaulted to its habitual response of wandering aimlessly. Lost in thought, I idly sipped on my glass of water, the chatter around me fading into the background as my thoughts drifted elsewhere. By the time the school bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch break, I realized with surprise that I had finished my water and nearly forgotten about the earlier predicaments that had weighed heavily on my mind. The sense of relief was palpable as I rose from my seat, ready to face the rest of the day with renewed determination. "Come on, we're gonna be late," Lily urged, tugging on my hand to snap me out of my reverie. Her urgency jolted me back to reality, and I quickly pushed aside my lingering thoughts about Nurse Emily's peculiar behavior. With a nod, I followed Lily as we hurried to our next class, determined not to dwell on the encounter any longer. Lily's obliviousness to the situation provided a semblance of reassurance, and I focused my attention on keeping pace with her, leaving the mystery of Nurse Emily's wink behind as we ventured onward. The rest of the school day went by in a breeze and without further incident.The bus rumbled along its familiar route, carrying us homeward as the day drew to a close. Lost in my thoughts, I welcomed the comfort of the familiar surroundings, my bladder once again protesting its fullness. However, Lily's voice broke through the haze of my daydreams, jolting me back to reality. "What are you going to tell your mom about your pants?" she asked, her question sending a ripple of unease through me. I hadn't given any thought to how I would explain my unconventional attire to my mother, and a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I grappled with the sudden realization. "No idea," I admitted, my mind whirling as I searched for a plausible explanation. Before I could formulate a plan, Lily offered a solution with a casual shrug. "Just blame me," she suggested nonchalantly. "Tell her I spilled juice on your pants at lunch." I regarded her with a mixture of gratitude and admiration, realizing that her quick thinking had once again saved the day. It was indeed the perfect excuse, perhaps even foolproof. With a relieved smile, I nodded in agreement, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders as Lily's ingenuity provided a simple yet effective solution to our dilemma. As Lily and I parted ways in front of my house, a wave of nervousness washed over me. The prospect of facing my mom and fabricating a story weighed heavily on my conscience. I've always prided myself on being honest with my parents, and our close bond had been a cornerstone of our relationship. However, the shame and embarrassment of my recent struggles seemed to overshadow that connection, creating a barrier between us. The thought of deceiving them filled me with guilt, but the fear of their judgment and misunderstanding was even more daunting. They remained unaware of the turmoil brewing within me, unaware of the battles I fought silently in my own mind. With a heavy heart, I steeled myself to face the inevitable confrontation, knowing that I would have to navigate this next delicate balance between truth and secrecy alone. Chapter 10 (Friday, Day 2) My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped through the front door, nerves threatening to overwhelm me. Setting down my bag, I tried to steady my trembling hands as my mom entered from the kitchen, her cheerful greeting slicing through the tension like a ray of sunlight. "Welcome home, honey. How was school?" she asked, her smile warm and inviting. I returned her greeting with a forced smile, my usual response catching in my throat as her gaze drifted down to my pants. Panic surged within me as I searched for the right words, but before I could form a coherent explanation, she voiced her concern. "What happened to your pants?" she inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. "Lily, uh, spilled juice on it during lunch. She borrowed these sweatpants from Nurse Emily for me," I stammered out my response, my voice betraying my nervousness as I quivered under my mom's scrutinizing gaze. Her raised eyebrow hinted at her suspicion, but she didn't press the matter further. "I was about to do laundry. How about you hand me your clothes so I can wash them immediately," she suggested, her tone gentle yet firm. As she spoke, I noticed the hamper she was holding, realizing she must have been on her way to the basement when I entered. My gaze fell upon my panties sitting atop the rest of the laundry in the hamper, a stark reminder of the secret I harbored. A wave of dread washed over me, my heart sinking at the sight, and I could feel the color drain from my face as my mom's concerned eyes lingered on me. With trembling hands, I unzipped my backpack and retrieved the bag containing my soiled clothes, my fingers fumbling nervously as I handed it over to my mom. She accepted it with a gentle nod, excusing herself as she made her way down to the basement to start the laundry. Left standing alone in the entryway, my heart hammered against my chest like a relentless drumbeat, the weight of my deception bearing down on me with each passing moment. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled like a heavy stone in the pit of my stomach, as I contemplated the tangled web of lies I had woven. The air around me felt heavy with guilt and apprehension, and I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I could keep up this facade before the truth came crashing down around me. Fueled by a suffocating sense of shame, I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, my bag clutched tightly in my hand as I climbed the stairs. Closing the door behind me, I collapsed onto the floor, my back pressed against the solid barrier, and let out a deep, shuddering sigh. The weight of the past few weeks, filled with struggles and secrets, culminated in the events of the past few days, leaving me burdened with the guilt of deceiving my parents. Every lie felt like another brick added to the heavy load I carried, and as I sat there in the silence of my room, the weight of it all threatened to crush me beneath its weight. Tears welled in my eyes as I grappled with the overwhelming sense of isolation and despair, longing for some semblance of relief from the turmoil raging within me. As I sat there on the floor, the weight of the past week bearing down on me like an anchor, a glimmer of relief washed over me as I realized it was Friday. The knowledge that I wouldn't have to face the stresses of school for the next two days provided a small reprieve from the turmoil of the past week. With a sigh, I allowed myself to lean into the comfort of the weekend ahead, a brief respite from the chaos and uncertainty that had consumed me. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, the promise of two days of freedom offered a sliver of hope amidst the darkness, a chance to recharge and gather strength for whatever trials awaited me in the days to come. With newfound determination coursing through my veins, I pushed myself back onto my feet, wiping away the few tears that had escaped. I made a silent vow to myself: I would not allow any more accidents to mar this weekend, and I would do whatever it took to free my mind from the burdensome weight of this whole ordeal, at least for the time being. Setting my jaw with resolve, I refused to let the challenges of the past week dictate the course of my weekend. Instead, I focused on moving forward, determined to seize control of my own destiny and reclaim a sense of normalcy in the midst of chaos. With each step forward, I left behind the shadows of doubt and fear, embracing the promise of a brighter tomorrow with unwavering determination. As I descended the stairs toward the kitchen, I mentally formulated my plan for the evening. I resolved to dive straight into my homework, tackling it with focused determination so that I could swiftly clear my mind of any lingering worries or stress. By completing my assignments promptly, I would grant myself the freedom to relax and unwind for the remainder of the weekend, casting aside the weight of recent struggles and embracing the opportunity for much-needed respite. With each step closer to the kitchen, my determination solidified, propelling me forward with renewed purpose and resolve. As I filled up a glass of water, my mom entered the kitchen, her warm smile momentarily easing the tension that still lingered within me. I silently hoped that she wouldn't notice the traces of tears that had stained my cheeks mere minutes ago. "The washing machine is running," she informed me, her tone casual yet caring. "It should be done in like an hour." I nodded in acknowledgment, though inwardly I wondered why she felt the need to share this information with me. Nonetheless, I offered her a small smile in return "I need to run some errands, can you put the laundry in the dryer when it's done?" my mom asked, her voice tinged with a gentle request. "Sure, Mom," I replied with a nod, relieved by the sense of normalcy settling over our conversation. "I'm gonna go do my homework, what's for dinner today?" I inquired, eager to divert my thoughts to something more mundane. My mom seemed to ponder for a moment before a spark of inspiration crossed her features. "How about I pick up some Chinese on my way back since Dad will be late today? I know how much you love takeout Chinese," she suggested with a warm smile. A sense of gratitude washed over me, the prospect of comfort food offering a welcome reprieve from the stresses of the week. With a smile of my own, I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of indulging in one of my favorite meals.. As I settled into my desk, determined to tackle my homework with renewed focus, I set down the glass of water within easy reach. With a deep breath, I opened my textbooks and immersed myself in the assignments before me. Two subjects passed in a blur, punctuated by occasional sips of water, as I worked diligently to complete each task. Surprisingly, my mind remained remarkably free of distractions, allowing me to make steady progress without the usual interruptions of daydreams and wandering thoughts. When the timer on my phone signaled that an hour had elapsed, I sprang into action, swiftly descending the stairs to tend to the laundry as promised. With a sense of accomplishment warming my chest, I efficiently transferred the clothes from the washing machine to the dryer, grateful for the opportunity to contribute to the household chores. Returning to my desk after completing the task, I felt a renewed sense of purpose as I resumed my homework. Refilling my glass with water, I settled back into the rhythm of study, determined to finish the remaining assignments with the same level of focus and determination. With each problem solved and each page completed, I inched closer to the satisfying conclusion of a productive evening, feeling a sense of pride in my ability to overcome the challenges that had once seemed insurmountable. As I neared the completion of my glass of water, my focus deepened on the assignment at hand. Suddenly, a warmth began to spread through my crotch, and a sense of relief washed over me as I surrendered to the familiar sensation. It felt as though all the worries and tension I had been carrying melted away, leaving me in a state of pure bliss. But just as quickly as the tranquility enveloped me, a jolting realization snapped me back to reality. "My diaper?" The thought echoed in my mind like a thunderclap, shattering the illusion of calm. Panic surged through my body as I lifted my head from the piece of paper on my desk, my heart racing in my chest. A puddle of drool remained where my head had laid moments before, a stark reminder of my unconscious lapse. Swallowing nervously, I struggled to comprehend what had just happened, the realization sinking in with a weight that threatened to suffocate me. As I attempted to regain my composure, I focused my senses, desperately searching for any signs of confirmation or denial. I took a deep breath, relieved to find no padding around my crotch and feeling the persistent ache of my bladder. These were promising signs, but a lingering warmth still tingled around my lower regions, a nagging reminder of what had just transpired. Nervously, I glanced down, my heart pounding in my chest as I noticed a small, damp patch on my clothing. It wasn't a full-blown accident, but the evidence was undeniable. My bladder urged me to take action, and with a surge of determination, I quickly stood up and raced to the bathroom, hoping to contain the situation before it escalated any further. As I sat down on the toilet, I couldn't help but scrutinize the damage between my legs. The borrowed panties were thoroughly soaked, and although the stain on the sweatpants was relatively small, it was still glaringly obvious. A deep sigh escaped me as the harsh reality sank in: the nightmare that had haunted me at school had followed me back home. I pondered how it had come to this. Just a few weeks ago, everything had seemed fine. Then, after that one fateful accident, things had spiraled out of control. What had started as an isolated incident had snowballed into a relentless pattern of accidents, leaving me unable to go a single day without experiencing the humiliating ordeal of wetting myself multiple times. The weight of shame and frustration pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate me as I grappled with the daunting question of how to break free from this vicious cycle. After cleaning myself off, I made my way back to the bedroom, feeling a sense of urgency to change into fresh clothing. Discarding the soiled panties and sweatpants on the floor, I made a mental note to wash them before returning them to Nurse Emily, but decided to tackle that task later. Glancing at the time, I realized that it had been 30 minutes since I put the laundry in the dryer. With a sense of purpose, I swiftly changed into a fresh pair of panties and sweatpants before returning to my desk. Sitting down, I finished off the still half-full glass of water, determined to focus on completing my homework for the time being. Pushing my worries to the back of my mind, I immersed myself in the tasks at hand.

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Part 4 Angela looked sympathetically at me and continued to busy herself cleaning up and sorting something out in the bathroom. I just wanted her to go. There was a lot of confusion spinning around in my head and being with others wasn’t going to help. Eventually she’d done as much as she could, patted the bag with all my ‘nasties’ contained in it and asked if I was ready to return to the conference room. “You go,” I indicated the door, “I have a few things I need to think about before I can... well... you understand...” I wasn’t sure she did but there again, she was part of this team who knew what the end result was, so wasn’t an innocent bystander. A bombshell had just landed in my head and I needed time... “If you have questions I’m sure we can answer them better than you just thinking about stuff on your own.” She offered helpfully. “Maybe but, I need to sort things out for myself before I even know what questions to ask.” I thought I was being quite reasonable but there was an edge to my voice that was verging on irritation. I felt I’d been duped by some over-complicated TV prank show... and I HATE such shows. They rely on the goodwill of the victim, I always wanted to smack those pranksters in the face and wipe that damn ‘only joking’ smile of their fucking faces. “But Gordon don’t you think...” The sweet patronising nature of those words, whether intended or not, broke me. She may have just changed my nappy but at that moment I needed to think. “For fuck sake GET OUT,” I lost my temper but despite the anger I felt tears roll down my face. What disturbing emotional state had I got myself into? Angela looked back to see if I was OK but her concern was not returned I just shooed her away and was thankful when the door clicked closed. Alone and my emotions peaked as I lay in the foetal position on the bed and cried like a two year old. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about I only knew that something momentous had happened that I wasn’t equipped to deal with. **** It was perhaps weird that I felt thankful for the thick cushiony comfort of the disposable hugging my hips. I thought I wanted to sleep, just in case I’d dreamt... well, what was it... a revelation or prank? What were they about to offer me? It seemed that I could be ‘Born Again’, if I got the message correctly but that was impossible so... were they just after money? I mean, I had some but not that much. All Sam’s royalties headed towards his charity and although I was pretty comfortable, and had the house, I wasn’t a millionaire... so what was it I could offer. Surely, they weren’t after my seventy one year old body? I lay there trying to work things out. It’s times like this when I hate being alone. Sam, ever practical Sam, would have been very logical and have all his questions in a list. Unfortunately, I was never quite that organised. I mulled over the fact that they had just told me that they had created the impossible AND to the benefit of a couple of sweet gay boys who wanted a family. I mean is that what they were actually offering – a chance to be reborn into a family that wants you? But why go to all that trouble? Personally I had a terrific family life. We weren’t rich, no one was on the council estate where I grew up and, despite my parent’s divorce, life was pretty okay. I can’t say I ever went hungry or without sufficient clothes or a roof over my head. But back to what had been revealed... there seems to be an abundance of children around and making them must be a damn sight easier than creating one from the bones of an old man... surely? But, what if they can actually do as they say... is it something I would want? It’s true I’m no believer in the ‘afterlife’ and I have no religious convictions that Sam and I would be bonded as angels in ethereal bliss when my time comes. So, what is it that’s nagging at the back of my head... if it WAS possible would I want it? **** I lay there pondering, the fresh padding was, thanks to Angela’s unbelievable caring nature, giving me a comforting hug and my mind slipped into the world of being a baby. I know that the fact I wear a nappy doesn’t mean I am a baby but having worn one for a while now, I can attest to the fact that they are very comfy and at my age, give a feeling of security. However, is that a good enough reason to become a baby again and, AND, what guarantees go with that weird situation. I mean, who’d become responsible if the couple who adopted you broke up? Do you in fact ever grow up? Is there a lifetime connection and re-evaluating of the circumstances? Does it need a continual ‘top-up’? Angela was correct, these weren’t questions I could sort out myself I needed to ask the people involved and that meant a return to the conference room. The decision to move was made even more urgent when room service came to make up my room ready for the next guest, whom I hoped wouldn’t be in the same quandary. To be honest I wanted out of that room because if there was any evidence as to what I’d done or worn hanging about, I didn’t want to be there to take any accusatory looks from the poor overworked housekeeping soul. I thanked her for her patience and scooted back down to the lobby where Ben was waiting. **** “Ah Ben, sorry about that, just a little overwhelmed by what was being implied.” I offered as an apology. Ben shrugged. “Gordon, there was nothing implied - it’s all fact.” He paused a moment before leading me back to the conference room. “Look, we know this all seems strange but it is true. However, I’m sure that my word isn’t going to be enough so... waiting to speak to you further we have Professor De La Mere lined up to bring you up to speed. However, before that there is a pre-recorded video we’d like you to watch first as that might shed some light on what this is all about.” He looked at me for an answer, I merely nodded and he led me back into the now empty conference room where only the big blue screen was lit up. “Take a seat Gordon and we’ll be back at the end of the video.” I sat down and he pressed something on his iPad and the screen burst into colour. First the word WELCOME in various languages appeared on screen followed by the face of the professor who smiled... but about what? “Welcome sceptics. Welcome doubters. Welcome to... the unbelievable truth. Welcome everyone.” Change to a forest scene with a lake in the distance with Professor De La Mere walking into shot and addressing the camera. “This place is lovely isn’t it? A sort of Disneyesque interpretation of what paradise should look like.” She looked over her spectacles at the camera as if this next bit was an aside. “However, Shangri La, Xanadu, Elysium, El Dorado and many more myths; maybe a city made of gold, one that contained the Fountain of Youth, a country where no one got old or perhaps a simple spring that was the Font of all Knowledge. There are many such stories, there are many testaments to places such as these to exist but so far, no one has been able to find these Lost Legends. Well perhaps one person and that person is my Great, Great Grandmother Doctor Hilda Helperman. She then went on to explain how, in the 1800s, on an expedition to the Far East she fell upon a scene similar to the one behind her. How horrified she watched as a local tribe threw their oldest inhabitants into the lake and then had a feast, made music and danced. A couple of hours later crying could be heard, in fact it was not one but two babies crying and a few of the younger men in dug-out canoes where ferrying them to the shore. The professor went on to describe how her team of explorers were discovered by the tribe and taken captive and back to the village. A village unlike anything she’d imagined, something she assumed would be of a primitive tribe in a lost area of the country. She was wrong. The detail and sophistication of the place stunned them all but they were told in no uncertain terms that they would never be allowed to leave. As it turned out, that wasn’t such a gruelling prospect as in many ways, back then, they were more advanced than the explorers own home countries. The upshot was they all married into the tribe. Her great, great grandmother married the chief’s son Deski Maquanda, which meant Man from Water (perhaps later to become De La Mere), and spent a further five years with the tribe. Eventually, her desire to return home proved too great, she wanted to tell the world about this Eden, this absolute gem of a discovery but was forbidden to do so, unless she and her husband travelled together... really to make sure she never said too much. As it turned out she realised that its discovery would possibly mean the end of the tribe but was able to convince the chief to offer some of the tribes secret remedies and the speciality of the Humarnni (the resurrection waters) as a possible help to her people who were plagued by ill health and disease. She brought a file of water back to her own city, set up a lab and over the years had been refining and ‘reverse engineering’ what that small file might offer. The result... after all these years was real Rebirth. Whilst living with the tribe she’d seen the results several times and each time had been amazed. Alas, none of the locals knew why or how it happened, they were just grateful that it did and celebrated the fact when an aged family member could be returned to them as a new born. They never questioned this miracle, they never thought to explain it, they appreciated the wonder and celebrated that fact. She went on to explain a few other things about the power of this new and constantly improving elixir but insisted that it was still in the testing stages. So far, all trial subjects had been positive and had returned as a new born. The professor knew she had the secret to eternal life, she was also well aware that such a discovery would change the course of history and make governments keen on obtaining it and those who discovered such a world shattering potion. She’d kept it secret but knew that there was an inevitable end to the story so, before that happened she’d decided to offer it to a select few. She had a nephew who was gay and was sad that he couldn’t adopt in the country where he lived. However, when his aunt offered a solution and an old gay man offered his services as a Guinea pig, that old man found a new start in a home where he’d be wanted... the first of many re-births and the opening of an adoption hospital geared to gay couples was established. **** I was finding it difficult to take all this info in or get my head around the concept – my re-birth? It was all bunkum but... what if? I’d just watched a very nice video of what could really be described as a movie script. All the elements were there and surely, with what they can do these days with special effects, it would be no trouble at all to see an old man become a baby but... I wasn’t convinced any of this was real. Surely it would involve loads of paperwork but also would it be something, if even possible, I would favour? It seemed a strange and expensive way to give a few desperate gay and lesbian couples a child when there were so many available to adopt, not least being that it seemed many folk can create them at the drop of a hat. Was this not a waste of resources, something so revolutionary surely had better aims and outcomes? However, all these doubts I had were batted away by the team as inconsequential... their aim was to give me a second life as the baby of a doting gay couple. When I asked, if I did agree to all this, what would I have to do they explained about the ‘home’ where I’d live until it was time. That home was in the very same annex as their hospital and adoption centre. All this seemed so unlikely my doubts were peaking. “And what about my money? I’ve not got a lot but I have some.” I thought this might trip them up. “Well Gordon this is where our finance team can help. You can either give it all away to anyone you like OR you can put it in a Trust Fund, our legal team will hold for you, and then, at a suitable time that money could be released to your adoptive parents... so in fact... you would be taking it with you.” I shook my head; this was getting madder and madder but was beginning to make sense. How that happened I had no idea. The team were still all smiling and encouraging me to take part. “After all,” as they said, “what was there to lose?” The thing was I didn’t really have much else to live for. All my family were dead and I had no connection with any of their offspring. Sam’s family had all passed so I suppose I could just give the money away and have done... except the house... I still needed somewhere to live. But they were offering me a home with them until they re-birthed me and I’d be the baby a loving couple wanted. This was stupid, mad, ridiculous, but what was there to lose? Ohhh, this was weird - everything seemed to be speeding up and felt my resilience weakening. Panic suddenly entered my body because I could feel it become hot and tight. I’m alone so... what was there to lose? I needed to sign on the dotted line soon before the offer was taken away. As I’d told them before I didn’t believe in God so I needed something... anything. But, my body just didn’t seem right... I felt a mental tugging... now I was burning up... ohhhhhhhh...... **** A pain in my chest was making breathing and moving difficult and it had woken me from a deep and unusual sleep. The chair I was sitting in had held me up but I could feel all my strength draining and my vision blurring. I grabbed my phone and pressed – the only thing that came up was the confirmation from Hillary about the time and date, a week from now, that I’d agreed for Market Research. Surely that wasn’t what I was dreaming about? Trembling, I couldn’t hold on and it fell to the floor and out of reach. The clock read 23:32, I must have dozed off... but I cried out... this pain was excruciating. The ache intensified and I could feel a warmth begin to surround me... oh... I was pissing myself. A vague recollection of wearing a nappy these days for sporadic incontinence flitted into my head... so that would take care of that. I was grateful but had no idea who I was being grateful to. Another stab of pain, or was it just getting more intense? I let out a scream for help but it was so low I doubt if anyone had been in the room would have heard. Breathing was proving difficult and my hands were clutching my chest as another jolt blocked out any understanding. My befuddled brain was wondering if this was the start of my re-birth... was there HOPE? I tried to remember what the offer was but the pain was too intense and became all consuming. I tried to get up, to raise an alarm, perhaps make it to the door but I was stuck, unable to move as dread began to grow. My chest felt so constricted I couldn’t breathe; it was like a huge snake had wrapped itself around me and was just squeezing away my life. I searched the room, the same room I’d lived alone in for the past nine years, and saw the photographs on the desk but could see no detail. The images of Sam and me had grown faint as tears of pain and loss dripped from my cheeks. I tried to call out to my partner but was in too much agony there was hardly a whisper. I wasn’t holding my breath I just couldn’t breathe, the tightness gripped and all around begin to fade. I was alone and my heart, instead of pumping to keep me alive, was complicit in squeezing life out of me. The pain doubled, then trebled and then, with a silent scream, I fell to the floor... **** “Poor old sod,” the man decked out in facemask and hazmat suit said, “looks like he’s been dead for quite some time. We’re getting more and more of this... it seems neighbours just aren’t that interested any more. Oh well.” As he checked the body he noticed, lying on the table besides him, an open book called Fables, Myths & Legends, the man’s glasses resting on a page called The Spring of Eternal Youth. “He might have been some kind of academic...” He shrugged as he surveyed the rest of the corpse and continued with his assessment. Meanwhile, his younger colleague looked around the house and noticed the impressive LEGO building. “You’d have thought the kids who built that would have got worried...” She searched for more clues amongst the photographs but only saw images of two older men smiling happily on location in some corner of the globe. She checked her blue nitrile gloves and joined her colleague. “This house will sell for a pretty penny,” she sniffed the leaden air, “after they’ve gotten rid of the smell that is.” A little later they zipped the black body bag up and between them stretchered what remained of Gordon out to the waiting vehicle. No one was at their doors to see him go... no one would be at his funeral... no one cared. ***his end***

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

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-Seven: Costume Party Katie woke up feeling like she was in a strange house before looking around and finding out that she was in her friend Stacy’s bedroom. The last thing she remembered was watching Halloween specials on television downstairs. She heard Stacy stir on the bed, so she quietly asked: “Stacy, are you awake?” “Yes, Katie” “How did we get up here? I don’t remember going to bed,” Katie questioned her friend, looking down towards her on the trundle bed. Stacy shrugged at her and said: “I don’t remember going to bed either.” Looking at the time, she continued, “Looks like it just turned seven-thirty. We have a few hours ‘til the party.” “Party? What party?” “The Girl Scouts costume party that I invited you to the last time you were here, Mommy talked about a trunk ‘n treat afterward, too,” Stacy said. Remembering the visit by Stacy when her cluster mates were here for the costume, she told Stacy, “All Daddie told me was that I was invited to a Girl Scout event next time I was here, not especially when or what kind of event. Information is given to me on a need-to-know basis, and I didn’t need to know all the details.” Changing the subject, Stacy started to ask Katie, “I meant to ask you about your band-aid, did you …” before being interrupted by her Mommy. “Good morning, you two sleepyheads. You both fell asleep watching TV. Stacy, how about you go in the bathroom to brush your teeth while I deal with Katie’s bottom,” Auntie Sara said. After Katie’s bottom was changed, she was sent to the bathroom to brush her teeth, meeting her friend just outside the bathroom door. Her bathroom duties were done. She exited the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to find it empty. “Auntie Sara, Stacy, where are you two?” Katie said loudly. “Downstairs in the kitchen, Sweetie,” Katie heard from the steps. Going downstairs and walking into the kitchen, she found Auntie messing around at the counter and Stacy and Mr. Bullard patiently waiting at the table. Seeing a spot with one of her iron tablets sitting next to a glass of orange juice across from Stacy she decided that must be her place. “Hello, Mr. Bullard, Sir,” she greeted her friend’s Daddie as she sat down. “Such manners, Stacy can learn a thing or two from you, Katie,” Stacy’s Daddie told her, which caused Stacy to stick her tongue out at her Daddie. “I rest my case,” he continued, pointing at his daughter, which caused Katie to get the giggles. Stacy started giggling with her friend as small portions of eggs and sausages were placed in front of the girls, with larger portions placed at the adult table locations. “Katie, I hope you don’t mind, but Stacy picked out your costume today so it would be in the same theme as her costume,” Auntie Sara said as she sat down to eat her breakfast. Katie answered, “That is fine, Stacy and Auntie. What am I going to be, bestie?” Stacy, at this particular moment, was going through emotions ranging from complete shock to joyful from that last word that her friend used. She couldn’t get her mouth to open up and answer Katie because of the shock, yet she was completely happy with the use of the word. Finally, she heard both Katie and her Mommy saying, “Earth to Stacy.” She answered with, “Sorry, I was happily processing that last word, Katie. You are going to be Snow White, and I am going to be Aurora, better known as Sleeping Beauty.” Taking another bite, Katie just smiled at her best friend, or at least while she was seven. Zoe and Ann were still her best friends when she was nineteen. After she finished chewing her bite, she spoke to Stacy, “That is fine, Stac. I hope you don’t mind if I also have another set of best friends when I am nineteen?” Seeing no reaction out of Mr. Bullard she figured he must have already known. “Fine with me, Katie. You will be an excellent replacement for Kendra.” “Who?” Katie asked confusedly. “Stacy’s old best friend who had to move away during the summer,” Auntie Sara answered. After breakfast was done, the two girls headed upstairs to the bedroom with Stacy’s Mommie to get ready in their costumes. She got the two homemade costumes out of the closet and set them on the bed before getting two pairs of tights out of the dresser. She handed out the tights to the girls and left the room to get the girls' wigs. Taking the hint, Katie put the tights on her legs, pulling it over her padding. She continued with replacing the nightie with the Snow White costume and then waited for Mrs. Bullard to return to button up her back. She decided to look at her and Stacy’s costumes while she was waiting. Both of them spared no expenses and were made out of expensive-looking fabrics. She wasn’t sure, but it could have been made by Auntie Jill. Soon, Stacy’s Mommie was back and was buttoning up both of the girls’ dresses. After braiding both of the girl's hair out of the way, she then set a matching wig on top of each girl's hair. After she placed a red bow on Katie’s wig, she placed a tiara on Stacy’s wig. Patting both girls on the bottom, she said, “Let’s head downstairs to put both of your shoes on. Then I think I will put some makeup on you two.” Downstairs, both the girls put on the Mary Jane shoes they were given. Katie’s were covered in yellow glitter. Stacy’s were pink glitter before Auntie asked Katie to sit down at the table for her makeup. After covering up the costume, she proceeded to apply a faint bit of makeup on her adoptive niece's face. After the regressed girl was done, she had the girls switch places, and she did her daughter’s face. After she was done with both girls, she said, “How about you run next door to show your Daddie, Katie, and you too, Stacy, while I finish getting into my costume?” The two girls walked carefully across the lawns as Auntie watched them and walked up to the door. Katie tried the door and found it locked, so she rang the doorbell. When Daddie answered the door, both girls said with giggles, “Trick or Treat.” “Who are these two royal highnesses?” Daddie asked as he let the two girls in the house. “It is Stacy and me, silly Daddie.” “You two are adorable in those costumes, just as I thought you would be when we put the request into Aunt Jill.” “I knew it! I thought this had Auntie Jill written all over it,” Katie said as the doorbell rang. Daddie opens the door to let Auntie Sara, dressed as an orange and black witch, in, “Hello Sara, I was just talking to the two royal highnesses.” “Hello, Adam, we need to go soon if we are getting to the party on time, girls,” Sara said. After everyone said goodbye, she herded the girls to the car to head to the party. After they arrived at the party location, Katie found herself being tugged towards some girls near their age while Auntie Sara went towards the other leaders. “I love your costume, Stacy. Who is your friend?” Becka from the church asked. “Hello, Becka,” Katie answered with a shy wave. “Katie?! I didn’t recognize you. I love your Snow White costume, too,” Becka said. “Oh, cookies and other treats,” Stacy said, leading the little party of brownies towards the treat table. Soon, the leaders were trying to organize some semblance of order for games, splitting the children into four groups of roughly equal age ranges. It appeared to Katie that each group had about the same number of daisies, brownies, and juniors. It also appeared that the few older girls that were here were helping with the games. Katie and Stacy were also purposely placed in different groups by Auntie Sara. Soon, the groups were put against each other in an obstacle course relay race followed by apples on strings bobbing contest. After those games were up, an older Girl Scout came up to Katie and said, “Katie, can I have your right foot? Oh, and Sara Bullard asked me to ask you if you needed her help yet. She said you would know what that meant.” After telling the girl that she didn’t need help yet and sticking her right foot out, Katie saw the girl tying a brown balloon to her ankle. Looking around towards the other girls, they either had different colored balloons on their right ankle or were in the process of getting one placed on it. “Ok, girls, you will notice that each level has a different balloon color: blue for daisies, brown for brownies, and purple for juniors. Only pop your color balloons. If your balloon is popped, or you popped the wrong color balloon, you are out. The winner of the level gets a point for your group. I would recommend leaving your group members for last,” a leader told the assembled girls before releasing total mayhem. “Ok, go!” With that cue, Katie went for Stacy’s balloon while trying to protect her balloon from Heather at the same time. While that was going on, she heard a balloon pop. Looking down, she found her balloon intact, so she tried to stomp on Stacy’s balloon. While this was going on, the leaders were telling people they were out. Katie’s stomping on Stacy’s balloon was successful, but she was unsuccessful in protecting her own balloon. “Stacy and Katie, you both are out,” they heard Auntie Sara say. After about ten minutes, the game was down to down to three girls with different colored balloons. Katie didn’t know the winner from the Brownies. Everyone she knew was watching from the outside. “OK, you three have won a point for your group. Can I please have Mel and Rose see the leaders,” a leader said to the winners. After Daisy and the Brownie saw the leaders, more balloons were tied to their ankles. When it was all said and done the Daisy had three balloons, the Brownie had two, and Junior only had one. “For another point for your group, you three are against each other. All of a girl's balloons must be popped for them to be out. Now go!” After a few minutes, the Brownie and the Daisy had only one balloon left and were going at the other’s balloon. A few seconds later, the Brownie was successful at popping the Daisy’s balloon. “OK, one more game, and then we will reward the winning group. If anyone needs help removing their ribbon, let us know.” Soon, the girls were led to a bunch of donuts hanging on ribbons. Katie could only groan at it since she had done it the previous weekend in Mountain. “This is difficult. I did it at a Halloween party last Saturday,” she told Becka and a few Daisies from her group standing near her. “What do you have to do, Snow White?” a Daisy, dressed as Dorothy, asked her. “Eat that donut without your hands, or it falling to the ground, Dorothy. Oh, and they made it so I had to stand on my tiptoes to get all the donut,” Katie answered the Daisy. The girls were told to stand in front of a donut, and then the leaders and older girls adjusted the heights so the girls would indeed have to stand on their tiptoes. “Girls, when we say go, eat the donut without your hands or it hitting the floor. The winner wins a point for your group,” a leader said. “Go!” she continued. Katie, using her experience from last week, found it easier this time and was able to breeze through the donut. Staring at the empty ribbon and the clean floor in shock, she almost missed Auntie Sara saying, “Katie wins. You can eat the rest of your donut with your hands.” “Aww, Darn!” “Congrats,” “How did she do that so quickly?” and “She must have used her hands!” filtered from the other girls. Katie could only blush at all the attention given to her. One of the older girls spoke, “How she did it fast is all a blur, but I can assure you she didn’t use her hands.” Becka said, “She was telling us she did this game at a Halloween party last week,” which caused a few “Ohs.” “I hope everyone had fun with our games. We will reward prizes soon, and then your parents should be coming back to pick you up in about twenty minutes,” a leader announced. Stacy’s group won a large-sized caramel apple for having the most points of the four groups. Katie’s group came in third, with their only reward being bragging rights. As for the costume contest, neither of the best friends won the prize of a caramel apple for it. Auntie said to the assembled girls, “Please congratulate our winners,” pausing long enough for the girls to quiet down, “Thank you for coming to our party. I hope everyone had fun. I also hope to see our few guests again. If anyone didn’t win a caramel apple, you can get one off the treat table and then meet your parents in the lobby.” As Katie was picking up a normal-sized caramel apple, she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. Looking behind her, she found Auntie Sara holding her hand out for the apple. After handing the treat to her, she was told, “You can get it later tonight, Sweetie. Right now, we need to deal with your medical condition,” which caused her to blush. After placing Katie’s treat near Stacy’s larger treat, she was led to the unisex bathroom, where they quickly dealt with the regressed girl's soaked bottom. Auntie told her, “You should have found me if you were this wet, Sweetie.” “I was having too much fun, Auntie, and I wasn’t leaking yet. Sorry, Ma’am.” “All is good. Now let's hurry back out there, and you can help clean up after the party, Stacy will be helping too,” Auntie said as she was patting her on the bottom.

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.

Baby oil is used to keep your babies from Squeaking! LOL Sorry, had to say it. Baby oil is a moisturizer and also a repellent. My son used to get a really bad reaction from swimming in my in-law's fresh water pond. We discovered that small fresh water clams had started to multiply in the water and we suspected that was the cause of his rash and dry, scaly skin. We started using baby oil on him before he went swimming and it prevented the reaction from getting any worse and helped to heal his skin at the same time. In the 70's, people also used baby oil to get deep dark tans. Most of those people have skin cancer now or look like leather bags. Just kidding. But it is not advised to use it for tanning.

Chapter 5: About That Favor I woke to the sound of claws being dragged across wood. Chester was scratching at the door, his paws all the way past the doorknob. The cat was a master of breaking into my bedroom. Getting out of it, not so much. He dropped his paws to the ground, turned around to glare at me, and let out a loud, high-pitched meow. I rolled over as if to move to the side of the bed, only to find myself completely tangled up in a sleeping bag. I looked around for my friends – Angie and Emma – but they were nowhere to be found. But I was on the floor in a sleeping bag. And I only slept in those during sleepovers. So where exactly were they? Oh, wait. The events of last night came back to me. The struggle to get my bladder to release. The flooded sheets after I had finally managed to trick it into letting go. Having to knock on my parents’ door to inform them of the supposed accident. Mom setting up the sleeping bag for me on the floor. Chester meowed loudly at me again and then resumed his scratching at the door. It was only slightly better than having to listen to chalk on a blackboard. I scrambled out of the sleeping bag. Better to let him out quickly than have Grace, or worse, Jackson, open the door for me and discover that all my bedding was missing. I’d have a hard time coming up with a good explanation for that, along with why I had ended up on the floor in a sleeping bag. I cracked the door open just enough for Chester to squeeze through into the hallway and then closed it right away. I stretched my hands in the air. I always felt so stiff after sleeping on the floor. How long had I slept in, anyway? I grabbed my phone off of where I had left it on the floor next to the sleeping bag. I tapped the screen. Already 10 a.m. I had really slept in. But that made sense with how late I had stayed up. I scrolled through my notifications. There were a half-dozen messages from Angie and Emma, ribbing me for how late I had slept in. Both of my friends had been up earlier, discussing what our plans would be for the day. They had come to the decision that they wanted to go to the mall. I agreed that it sounded like a bunch of fun, but aside from needing a ride, none of our parents were going to let their middle schoolers stay at the mall unchaperoned. I highly doubted that any of our parents wanted to spend time at the mall this weekend. And there weren’t any other good options at the moment. Emma’s older sister would sometimes be willing to go along with us, but she wasn’t getting back home from college for a few weeks. Angie didn’t have any siblings at all, so that wasn’t of any help. And Grace, well, she worked very hard to avoid spending any more time around my friends than was absolutely necessary. I wasn’t even going to bother asking her. In most other things, Grace and I were on good terms as far as sisters with a five-year age gap between them could be. We both had inherited our parents’ red hair, and I was practically a younger mini-me of my sister, everything else diverged from there. I was the athlete of our family, taking more after my dad in that regard. I mostly stuck to playing soccer, at least competitively, but I was always the first girl picked for any of the activities during gym class. If only I had managed to get Dad’s brains as well. I wouldn’t have any trouble doing math at all. Grace was much more artistically inclined. She planned to major in graphic design at college. I did like to doodle myself, but only as a distraction during boring school lectures; nothing that ended up in my notebook could exactly qualify as art. I grabbed a change of clothes so I could get dressed in the bathroom after the shower. Jean shorts and a tie-die shirt were the plan for today. Even though I had showered in the middle of the night, I still needed to shower again this morning, as I had only gotten under the water to briefly clean off the urine that had gotten all over me from intentionally wetting the bed. I texted my friends that I would check with my mom about the possibility of going to the mall but told them to not get their hopes up. I suggested going over to Angie’s place, which was closest to the neighborhood park, to kick around a soccer ball for a bit if the mall plan didn’t work out. With my clothes in hand, I hesitated in front of the bedroom door. Now was yet another moment of truth. I would have to walk out into the house with the full knowledge that Mom knew that I had wet the bed last night. There wasn’t any reason to think that Dad didn’t know either. If he somehow hadn’t managed to get a glimpse of my wet pajamas last night, Mom would have certainly filled him in on all the details of what had happened. I’d vastly underestimated how uncomfortable that would make me feel. But I could at least take solace in the fact that Mom hadn’t seemed upset at me in any way, and she had handled that late-night bedwetting episode with the expertise of someone who wasn’t out of place in that situation. I stepped out into the hallway. No one was in sight. I speed-walked toward the bathroom. <><><> There was a lingering smell of scrambled eggs when I walked into the kitchen, but any hopes for a late breakfast were dashed by the empty pan on the stove. “Good morning,” Mom said. She was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee and a now empty plate of scrambled eggs set to the side of the book that was propped open in front of her. “Morning,” I replied. “I had meant to save you some,” Mom said. “But I think your father ate them. He thought you were going to sleep in all the way till lunch at this point.” “That’s fine,” I said, even though my stomach was telling me that it would have liked some scrambled eggs. There was nothing out of the ordinary about that brief exchange, but something still felt off between us as I left the kitchen and walked over to the family room. Mom knew. She didn’t know the real secret. But she knew a secret. It felt as though that one act of pretending to wet the bed had irrevocably altered things between us, a situation that made me feel more uncomfortable because it couldn’t be acknowledged at the moment. “About time you’re up,” Grace said as I walked into the family room. My older sister turned to look at Dad. “You always give me such a hard time about sleeping in. And I’m always up in time to at least eat breakfast.” Dad opened his mouth slightly and then bit his lip. Yeah, he definitely knew as well. I had already come that close to having my secret come out. “Good morning to you, too,” I muttered to my sister as I sat down on the couch and slid my phone out of my pocket. I sent a few more texts to my friends while trying my best to ignore the show that Jackson was watching on the TV. Mom joined us a few minutes later. She gave my sister a look, and Grace went off to the kitchen. Dishes were her chore, after all. Mom glanced to make sure that Grace was out of earshot before turning back to talk to me. “There’s some laundry for you to grab from the basement.” “OK.” I figured that’s where my bedding would still be, as Mom had taken in downstairs to get washed last night. I went back to looking at my phone. “Maddy,” my dad said. “Yes?” “Your mom asked you to do something.” No, she didn’t. She just said my bedding was in the basement. Oh. It hadn’t dawned on me immediately that she had said that to let me know she expected me to go and deal with it right away. Why couldn’t she just tell me what she wanted directly? “Oh, yeah. I’m on it.” I stood up from the couch. Then, I remembered there was something I had told my friends I was going to ask Mom. May as well get it over with. “Hey, Mom, can I ask you a question?” “Sure.” “We were wanting to go to the mall after lunch.” Mom didn’t need an explanation of who I was going to be going with. That could only mean Angie and Emma. “You think you could take us?” “Sorry,” Mom said. “But I’m taking your brother to a birthday party for one of his friends from school. Maybe another time.” I looked over at Dad. “It is a nice day out.” I just stared at him. That wasn’t an answer. Dad finally elaborated on his response. “That means I’m sure there are better things to do than stay inside all day.” “Fine,” I said in defeat. I trudged off toward the laundry room. “Oh, and Maddy, don’t forget to clean the cat litter while you’re down there,” Mom called out after me. <><><> I decided that I was glad we only had one cat as I finished scooping out the litter box. I wrinkled my nose as I tied up the bag and tossed it into a garbage bin. Still, it certainly beat having a dog. No way was I going to go around picking up poop off the ground every day. With that chore done, I turned to the more embarrassing task. My bedding was still in the dryer. It must not have finished long ago, because the sheets were slightly warm as I scooped them up into my arms. Grace was still washing dishes when I came up from the basement. Thankfully, she was too focused on her task to turn and look at what I was doing. I knew that part of the family room was also visible from the top of the basement stairs, but I intentionally didn’t look in that direction. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with my parents, not as they knew exactly why all the bedding had needed to be washed this morning. Jackson was too busy watching Saturday morning cartoons to pay any attention to me, and he was too young to draw any inferences from seeing me carry my bedding back to my bedroom so soon after having gotten out of bed. I walked as quickly and as quietly as I could to the staircase that led to the second floor. I shut my bedroom door behind me and dropped all of my bedding in a heap on the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief. How many more times would I need to go through this charade? Were my acting skills up to the task? I think I had Mom and Dad fooled so far. I’d gone off script last night with my inability to tell my parents that I had wet the bed, but that only added to the obvious shame that I had to have been showing. They had to have believed it was a real bedwetting accident. But how many nights and days were going to have to pass before this could settle into what would be a much simpler routine? Faking bedwetting while wearing a pull-up was going to be a lot easier. These late nights and sneaking around to bring my laundry back to my bedroom weren’t going to be sustainable. I needed pull-ups. And I needed them now. A thought did cross my mind. Maybe after one or two more nights of bedwetting, if my parents hadn’t purchased pull-ups for me by then, I could go ahead and ask them to get some for me. But that wasn’t going to happen. If I wasn’t even capable of verbally admitting that I had wet the bed, there was absolutely no way that I could somehow manage to ask them to purchase pull-ups for me. Besides, I had already ruled out that course of action. I couldn’t give them any hints that I somehow wanted to wear pull-ups. But there wasn’t any other option of getting pull-ups other than the path I had already set myself on last night. Plus, the worst of it was already over. I wasn’t going to have to do anything tonight that I hadn’t already proven that I was capable of doing. I knew I could make myself pee in bed. I knew I could endure the humiliation of walking over to my parents’ bedroom to inform them of the accident. I knew I could get past the embarrassment of having to help my mom strip off the bedding and hand her my wet clothes to bring down to the wash. I could deal with needing to bring my bedding back to my room while trying to avoid catching my sister’s attention. All I had to do was keep my eye on the prize. I crawled onto the uncovered mattress and leaned over to where I had peed on the bed last night. There didn’t appear to be any obvious stains. I leaned in and took a sniff. Didn’t smell bad, either. Whatever cleaning stuff Mom had used obviously worked well. What was it that she had said last night? Oh yes, that it hadn’t been the first time when she had needed to get up in the middle of the night to deal with a wet bed. I suspected some of the cleaning solutions might be leftovers from when Grace had been a bedwetter herself. I had just finished making the bed when there was a knock at the door. I knew it was my sister. Jackson would just burst in right after knocking, and my parents would announce that it was them. “Come in.” “I can take you to the mall,” Grace said as she peered her head in through the open door. That got my attention. But that raised a whole host of questions. Chiefly, why in the world would my older sister volunteer for a task that she disliked so much? Grace stepped into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. “So,” my older sister said, lowering her voice to just barely above a whisper. “About that favor I wanted from you yesterday.” --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

My Uncle Posted This: I thought everyone would like it Thank You to ALL Veterans for their Service, Regardless of what Branch, What Date of Service, what you did or where you were posted Brian

Does anyone know what kind of sap the Confidry 247 brand (formerly Dry 247) used in their diapers? The diaper has been discontinued but they were considered by many to be the most similar to a baby diaper from the 90s. If so, do you know what diaper has the same same sap in it?

Sounds like you could have had a fun time!

Wow, I love how involved she has made herself in your diaper supply acquisition. If only Costco did sell good adult diapers! Obviously it's been 5 years but it must be very affirming for you that she just assumes diapers for her husband is just another potential item on the shopping list.

Hi and welcome back!

Maybe, just maybe I'm on to something... Because last night it went surprisingly well again. Even better than the night before. Not once did I wake up before my usual time to get up and my diaper was completely wet in the front while still quite dry in the back. Proof that I slept on my stomach all night, which is also my normal sleeping position when I'm not incontinent. And what's more, I have no memory of peeing in my diaper at all. That has never happened before. Wow! So what happened? Well, after my latest disappointment, I started thinking about all the differences between my daily and nightly routines to deal with the incontinence, since I always seem to stop using the stent at night. So I thought, why not continue in bed with all the things I do during the day? So for the past two nights I wore my daytime diaper (Tena Slip Maxi size Medium) and plastic pants to bed instead of the usual Better Dry. I also kept my romper on and to finish it off I put on tight-fitting underwear over it. I knew I was taking a risk with the reduced capacity of the day diaper so I reduced my fluid intake before going to bed. And this seems to do the trick. The Tena diaper is very soft and adapts very well to the shape of the body, when compressed by tight-fitting jeans or, as I have been doing the last few nights, compressed by tight-fitting underwear. Now the diaper padding stays in contact with my private parts all the time, which dramatically reduces the sensation of peeing. This and the fact that the Tena tends to get thicker and even softer as it gets wetter, results in less exciting sensations, which in turn seems to prevent erections. To meet the requirements for nighttime use, I will start using Tena Slip Ultima size medium with a capacity of 4000 ml. The BetterDry diapers I currently use are simply too stiff and too loose to keep the incontinence unnoticed. Apparently all those commercials for even more comfortable baby diapers aren't so exaggerated after all. I hope this continues to work so that I can remain incontinent for much longer while also being well rested. I hope that I can then better determine whether I would like permanent incontinence. I recently had a family gathering and decided not to interrupt my incontinence and it went surprisingly well. I wore an oversized shirt over my jeans so no one could see an outline of my diaper. Having put more effort into hiding the diaper, I felt much less ashamed towards my family members. It's all in the head apparently. So I seem to have overcome that hurdle as well. The only remaining objection to permanent incontinence might be the loss of my last sexual desire. But if I manage to wear the stent for a long time, say six months, then I think I'll find out if that's still the case or not.

I really don't want to criticise the story, but i find this incredibly hard to read. Whilst the premise of the story is great, i find the flow of the story to be very short and to the point. It was like you have read a story, and then bullet pointed the story in your own words. Every single sentence was very abrupt, without any imagination to help the reader immerse themselves into the narrative. I do believe that the story has a great plot, but without the flair where someone could picture the scene as the story unfolded, I found it hard to maintain my attention. It seemed you have the plot chapter by chapter planned out, and you listed off the plot in bullet points. If you slightly expanded, giving more detail this would be an unbelievable story. It just needs that extra input and time. I hope I am not too harsh, and i really have no intention on stopping the story as my opinion may be of the minority mindset. I only want to encourage. I have always felt that some extra detail may be worth a lot. For example: I walked on the wet grass. To: I walked barefoot on the grass, the morning dew making my feet wet instantly cooling my body from what was a very humid and uncomfortable night sleep. I hope you take this as constructive criticism as was my intention. I honestly think you have a great story here, I just cannot immerse myself which I find personally vital to any story I read.

Over the years, there were a number of times that I messed my pants or my diapers (after I’d been put back into them after toilet training). I tried to hide the evidence of my misbehavior. Sometimes I was successful, other times not. The first time I messed my pants and was caught landed me back in diapers for an extended period of time. As I got older, I got better at concealing the evidence. However, even then, I was occasionally found out because of stupid mistakes that led to some uncomfortable grilling by my mother.

I have been 24/7 12 years now. I was about 40 Mine was due to medical reasons.

Hi, and welcome to DD. Always nice to have new people show up, especially a story writer. Come in, make yourself comfy, pull up a high chair! Not sure if I ever read anything of yours, but no matter. I always say, relax, have fun, and enjoy!

One of my favourite things about your stories is how there's so much else going on aside from the main plot that it really makes the world feel alive.

I missed the target yesterday, unfortunately. I got home with the dog just after my wife got home with my daughter, and my daughter wanted to take a shower, and to use our bathroom for that (shower stall vs tub), so, I had to sit around for another 45 minutes until that process was finished, and then once we had the room to ourselves, I could finally think about changing my diaper. I'd been concerned while sitting on our bed, watching TV and waiting for the bathroom to be free, that I might leak into the sheets, but the BeDry Night held - I hadn't spent much time up to that point reclining, so I guess some fresh real estate was opened up. By the time I dropped my jeans and slunk sheepishly past my wife, my diaper was notably swollen. At least I got my money's worth out of it. I took a shower and put on a Critter Caboose, and I'm still in it - I didn't really wet overnight, so its shift started this morning when I got up, call it 9.5 hours ago. This diaper also feels appreciably wet now, although not at its limit. I'm trying to decide if I want to run an errand tonight or leave it until tomorrow - if I go with tomorrow, then I might wear this until a relatively early swap over to pajamas. If I decide to leave the house, then I'll go with one of the ATN filler diapers for my running around, and then another substantial diaper for bedtime. I cracked in the face of a rally good sale at Incontrol, and ordered some more diapers. They arrived on the porch when it was raining and I was in a meeting, so my wife dragged the boxes into the entranceway and then texted me: "Your Pampers are here." Were it that that was the case! I'd love to be able to order Pampers that fit. That precipitated another funny conversation; I was lugging them down to the basement, when my wife asked me to do an inventory of the paper and cleaning products we store down there, because she was going to stop by a Costco. I came up and told her my findings, and then she tilted her head, and said, "It's too bad you can't get your diapers at Costco... can you? Have you ever looked? I bet they'd be cheaper there." I shook my head. "Nope, all they sell are pull-ups, and honestly, they're abysmal. First of all, I'd hate wearing them, and second, I'd burn through several a day, and I'd still need to buy diapers for overnight. They would not be cheaper, except maybe in terms of what a package costs upfront." "No fancy designs on them either, I'd imagine," she said, while fixing me with a raised eyebrow, suggesting that what I was primarily concerned about was the absence of cartoon characters, and not an absence of functionality. I blushed slightly, then regrouped. "No, I could fit into XL adolescent pull-ups, if I wanted superhero or rainbow themes. None of them hold a fifth of what a real diaper can. I've done the legwork on this, trust me." She shrugged. "Hey, if you want to wear big crinkly diapers, that's up to you. It wouldn't be what I'd wear." It was my turn to shrug, albeit slightly self-consciously. "Well, that's what works best for me."

Oh, what a topic. When I was 5 or 6, my mom, not the world's most loving or empathetic person got mad at me, for what, I've never been able to figure out. She pinned me down, stripped my clothes off and diapered me (cloth diapers, baby pins, plastic pants) and I had to wear them all day. It was pretty traumatic and that moment imprinted ABDL on my cute little child brain. Not saying it's this way for everyone but for me, diapering myself is the creatively neurotic way I reconstruct that event and turn it from something truly hateful into something very loving.

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.

Do you mean hide while actually doing a poo or afterwards? Often if I'd pooed my pants I would keep out of the way for as long as possible to avoid being discovered, if it happened at home. I stayed in my room playing for hours sometimes, until I had to go down.

The first time I found out I was not alone wanting to wear diapers, dress and act as a baby, I was about 25 yrs old and was at home alone watching the "Sally Jesse Raphael Show" She had on a group of Adult Babies that were all dressed as babies, drinking from bottles and using diapers. My immediate thought was "Oh my god, I'm not the only one!" I had never checked out any publications regarding it, never heard of Munches or any of that but had no way of reaching out to any of these groups but knowing I wasn't alone made me feel so much better about my secret desires.

I like the story . I can relate to the story .Lets see where it goes

That's why I am in diapers permanently. I feel happier when I am in a thick diaper because I know am less stressed and less anxious. I have plenty of support being diapered and babied and I know I feel safer being in a diaper. After so many years of being diapered, I feel so much comfortable in them and I'll never change that.

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.

Ahhh... Oh Maly.

Thanks for the new chapter. So i was right on the money with my guess. Maly.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twenty-One: My New Toy Katie was reading Anne of Green Gables and waiting for her Daddie to pick her up. It had been two weeks since she last saw him. He had told her he would be later today than usual because of prior commitments, so she had stopped for lunch after class. He soon came strolling in the common room. She got up to greet him before heading to her room to get her stuff. In her room, he took the Mary Jane shoes from the last Sunday she was with him, which she had set on top of her dirty laundry, and set them with her small collection of shoes. He grabbed one of her too big for her shoes left over from before she met him and set it on top of the laundry. After putting her in padding and a binder, he braided her hair in pigtails and then tied pink bows in her hair. “Daddie, do you want the dress?” she asked. “Is it dirty?” “I only wore it one time and was very careful not to spill on it,” she told him. “Let me see it, Princess,” he instructed her. She got it out of her closet and handed it to her Daddie. After checking it for cleanliness, she was told to rehang it in her closet, but he asked to look in her closet. Checking her closet out, he selected a dress that looked the largest. He took that dress out of the closet, held it against her, and saw that the waistline of the dress had a good six inches of spare room. “One of these days, the two of us are going to go through your wardrobe, and you are going to try every outfit on, and we are going to replace the ones that don’t fit. This dress, for example, is huge on you,” he said as he placed the massive dress in the dirty laundry. Katie could only look at her feet from where she was sitting on her bed. She knew if Daddie went through with his threat, she would lose half her clothes. Picking up her items, including her backpack, he started to the car with his regressed daughter following him. The items in his hand were placed in the car. Then, she was strapped in the car seat. He then got in the driver's seat and started driving. She checked the activity bag for any treats and found the Green Gables book, the next Little House book, and the coloring book that had been there all along. She tucked herself in the Green Gables book to pass the travel time. Once she got to his house, she asked, “Daddie, can I do homework outside on the swing, please?” “No, you may not. It is supposed to be windy tonight, but tomorrow should be nice,” Daddie told Katie. He set her backpack near the high chair. He then strapped her in it after placing her in it. As she was getting situated for her homework, she found a sippy cup in front of her and got her paci put in her mouth. She heard the doorbell ring and listened to what sounded like Stacy’s voice asking if she was available. “She is doing homework, Stacy, and …” Daddie started and stepped onto the porch so that Katie couldn’t hear the rest. She thought he was gone a long time, though, as if he walked her friend home or was talking to her outside. ~o~O~o~ “Daddie, I am done,” Katie Ann said. He appeared out of nowhere, put a plate of grilled cheese in front of her face, and refilled her sippy. “Eat up so I can try my new toy out on you,” she was told, and she thought he had a smirk on his face. “New toy?” she asked. “You will find out when I want you to find out, Buttercup.” After she was done eating, he carried her upstairs and strapped her to her changing table. He stripped her naked except for her binder, and then she felt him stick something in her bum. It felt like the cat's tail had been placed in her again. “Daddie, what was that?” she asked. “A health monitoring probe and a butt plug, Buttercup,” Daddie said and then made a zipping motion on her lips Buttercup then found herself in padding again, and then she was helped into an outfit that looked a little big on her. It appeared to be some kind of furry outfit to her. She got a look at the inside of the attached closed hood. She didn’t see any opening for her face, but there was a ball attached to a tube about where her mouth would be and two tubes where her nose would be. She couldn’t tell if she could see or not from whatever this outfit was. He put the ball with the tube in her mouth. The ball basically gagged her, and then he carefully fed the other two tubes in her nostrils. When he zipped what sounded like four zippers, she discovered that she couldn’t see. She then heard what sounded like a vacuum running, and parts of her body felt like they were being inflated. “Buttercup, this may feel weird. I have to stuff you to finish off your teddy bear costume,” he told her as he moved from section to section, rolling her this way and that way. He worked slowly, forcing what she assumed was stuffing into every nook and cranny. She assumed that this was something like the machine at Build-a-Bear but with multiple holes in the outfit. Once her head had been inflated, scratch that, stuffed, she saw that she could see out of it, somewhat. She couldn’t see sharp details. Everything was fuzzy and had a brown tint to it, but she could make out shapes and see light. It appeared to her that she was looking out of the teddy bear's glass bead eyes. She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to, with the stuffed head holding her mouth shut and the gag ball preventing her tongue from moving. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t really move any muscles in the outfit. Thankfully, her breathing wasn’t hampered by the costume, thanks to her nostril tubes. She could do without the plug in her bottom. That was like that stinking tail again. She felt herself being picked up and carried upstairs to some room. She couldn’t make enough details out in the fuzziness to determine the room. She heard what sounded like the room door being closed, and then she just sat immobilized, losing track of time. Later, she heard movement and saw the room brighten up. She thought it looked like Sir’s room, but it was still too fuzzy to be sure. Soon she felt him doing something with her padded face and then heard a command to suck. She sucked on the ball and found what tasted like apple juice coming through the tube in the ball. After her drink was done, Buttercup felt Sir removing whatever he attached to her face, and she was turned on her side. The room became dark again, and she felt arms hugging her, and soon, she drifted asleep in the darkness.

"MMM MM!" he said. His mind filled with disgust at the thought. He looked around in panic as the women laughed and giggled at him. They began to pass around drinks and chugged in front of him. A women he didn't recognize walked up to him. "Just to get this started," she said. She poured a bit of her drink into one tube, and he watched it flow down the pipe into his diaper. The cool, bubbling liquid inflated his diaper, and he moaned. She laughed. "Good diaper girl. Now for the other end," She poured some into the other tube, and his mouth filled with sweet, strong alcohol. He swallowed it, preferring it to the tastes that had filled his mouth earlier. She cupped his cheek. "Good diaper girl, drink up nicely. You'll be getting a lot of that tonight. In case you can't tell, this is an orgy, and one you aren't part of. You are going to sit there with in your widdle diapers, and get more and more desperate as we have our fun. As we do, anything we don't want to finish will end up in your mouth or diaper, so be a good diaper girl and take it all, and you might have a chance after, ok?" He nodded at her. She turned, and, as if just to rub it in, pushed her bottom into his face for a second, then walked away. Ryan watched as the events proved her right. The women began drinking more and more, and as they got drunk, began making out around him. Panties and bras came off, some discarded, some packed neatly, and some others still thrown at him or wrapped over his face. He felt himself panting. He stared at the naked, gorgeous woman around him, trying to take in as much as he could. Soon he was gasping for breath. His desperation for any touch, any kind of pleasure from them grew with each minute, and he could do nothing to relieve it. A woman came up to him. She reached down and ran a finger nail across his face. He gasped again, and felt his body convulse. She took her drink, and like the other woman before, poured a bit into his mouth and diaper. He swallowed, and felt the fluid soak the padding. She then shoved his nose deep inside her, and he inhaled. She smiled at him, then turned and did the same for her behind, and he inhaled again. He felt a tap on his shoulder. Another women stood beside him. She wrapped her thong around him, then poured her own drink directly into his diaper. The pattern repeated itself. He swore he took on liters of alcohol, both in his mouth and diaper. He felt himself get drunker and drunker, and his diaper get thicker. Another women came up, this time not holding a drink. He looked up at her curiously. She bent over, picked his chin up, and kissed his forehead, then his pacifier. "I don't have a drink, but I think I have something else for your pampers. Don't want them to go to waste, do we?" She stood over the funnel. Ryan watched, mouth agape, as a stream of yellow fluid poured from her and into the tube. "Ahhhh," he moaned as the fluid came down and poured into his diaper. It hit him, and he almost shouted in restrained pleasure. His mind told him he should be disgusted, but every part of his body craved more,. He felt the diaper expand and heard the tapes strain, and she left. Another women came up, poured champagne into his mouth, then stood over the funnel herself. "Aaa aaa' he whined as his diaper expanded further. She kissed him, and left. Ryan was bloated, sick, and harder then he ever had been before. His stomach was in knots, begging for relief from the mountain of material inside of him, and his bladder ached. He was sure if it continued he would burst. He looked down at his already soaked diaper. With all the water he had been force fed, he knew he needed relief, and two women had already 'used' it. He closed his eyes, and relaxed. The feeling made him gasp, and his diaper warmed up further. He moaned from the release and the feeling of it inflating. In a moment, he was sitting in a puddle inside his own diaper, and was shocked to see how excited the thought made him. Luckily, the hours passed, and it was soon almost midnight. Sawyer approached him again. "Hello little baby girl, did you have fun?"

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twenty: I Am Not Stupid Mrs. Bullard repeated herself, “I am not stupid. She isn’t your daughter. Remember, Adam, I have known you since grade school.” Breathing, she continued, “Eight years ago, when Katie would have been conceived, you would have been sixteen or seventeen. You were dating my sister at that time.” Katie Ann just looked down at her feet, not knowing what to do in this situation. She was supposed to be a doll, so she was not to move or talk. She didn’t have any input in the case. She also hoped in her mind that the dating Mrs. Bullard was talking about was in the past. Sara Bullard continued, “She is not my niece. I also have never pegged you, Adam, for the cheating type. Also, up ’til the middle of the summer, you had Heidi regularly coming over on the weekends. You were not exactly secretive about what you did with her. I don’t try to be nosy, but you don’t shut your curtains. Suddenly, she stopped coming, and Katie showed up a few months later, who, according to this room, is probably wearing the same stuff,” as she patted the little girl on the bottom. “Yep, she is.” “I hardly doubt that you would force an actual child to wear diapers. So unless she is incontinent, she probably isn’t really seven. She looks believable but a little tall,” she said. She turned to Katie Ann, and she said, “Who are you, and how old are you?” Sighing, Owner said, “She is...” Sara said, “No, I want her to answer.” Sighing again, he said, “Kathleen, you can talk and move.” Sighing, Katie answered, “I am Kathleen or Katie Ann Telgenhof. When I am not willingly a young seven-year-old, I am a nineteen-year-old college student.” “And he isn’t forcing you to be young, is he? You apparently put on a good show, or at least when you are around Stacy. Every other word out her mouth is Katie this, Katie that,” She continued. “I came into this relationship as a submissive. Daddie or Owner decides what I am going to be. He usually treats me as a seven-year-old, with a hint of toddler thrown in the mix in private. I do enjoy being a child because I have the most freedom.” Katie started sadly because she figured she was probably going to lose her friend. She continued, “It used to upset me when people treated me like a child because I was trying to be an adult and failing at it. But in my child persona, my life just feels right. And people don’t look down at me as a child.” Sara, noticing that this was hard for Katie, was rubbing the rag doll's back. She asked both of them, “Since you both are technically adults, is this a sexual relationship?” Katie said, “Nope, I am under contract to him, and no sex is in it. For that matter, no abuse of any kind is in it, too.” “What is she wearing on her chest? It feels strange,” Sara asked. The doll answered, “A binder. It makes my AA chest flat,” as Adam threw a binder from the dresser to Sara. Katie, figuring out where this conversation was going spoke, “I will avoid spending time around Stacy. I won’t go with her to Sunday school tomorrow.” Daddie told her, “That won’t be a problem, Katie Ann, you won’t go back to church.” Sara interrupted, “Neither of you will do either of those things. Stacy will still escort you,” pointing at Katie, “to the first and second-grade Sunday school class. Adam, you will still take your daughter to church on Sundays when she is here. I didn’t come here to break the two girls up. Katie and Stacy appear to be good friends and are having fun together. Adam, you will still be Stacy’s occasional babysitter, too. Nothing will change between our two houses except that the truth will be known. The status quo will remain. What were your plans for tomorrow, Adam, before I stopped by?” “Take her to church and then back to college after she puts casual clothes on,” he said. “Your plans for tomorrow are now, no ifs or buts about it, taking her to church. You then will come directly to my house to have dinner. Then you can take her to college later.” The neighbor lady said in an authoritarian tone. Daddie and Katie just shrugged at each other. As Mrs. Bullard was getting ready to leave the room, Katie asked, “So I can still be friends with Stacy?” Coming back to Katie, Sara patted her on the head and told her, “Yes, you may. Stacy would kill me if I kept you two apart. Though someone needs to tell her the truth, leave that up to me.” “How will I know when Stacy knows?” Katie inquired. “She will tell you when she knows,” Sara told the worrisome little girl as she walked out of the room, with Adam following her. He came back into the room and, after picking her up, said, “I am too emotionally tired to put your face on. You will sleep like that in my bed tonight, Buttercup,” as he carried her across the hall. ~o~O~o~ Walking into church the next day, Katie Ann, in a lovely Lavender dress and a matching bow on top of her braid, was attacked by what can only be described as tropical storm Stacy. Stacy grabbed her hand and told Daddie, “I am going to borrow Katie for a bit, Mr. Olsen.” He nodded yes at Stacy in response to the departing girls. Smiling, Stacy led Katie towards some other young girls, saying to the girls, “Becka, Heather, this is Katie, my neighbor.” The three girls started talking a mile a minute, with Katie occasionally putting her bit in but mostly just being shy. Stacy, seeing Katie was mostly quiet, asked her in a whisper, “Are you ok, Katie?” “I am shy, plus nervous about something,” Katie whispered back. Stacy whispered, “We will talk at my house about the nervous issue, but you weren’t shy two weeks ago.” Katie, with a slight tongue showing, said, “You didn’t give me a chance to be shy two weeks ago!” Stacy said quietly, “Oh,” as her mother ushered both of the girls toward the sanctuary. Katie looked around for her Daddie and didn’t see him as she followed Stacy’s Mommie. They were led to a pew in the church, where she saw her Daddie and another guy waiting for them. It seemed to her that Mrs. Bullard purposely sat between the two young girls. After the preacher released the children, Katie followed Stacy toward the same classroom as last time. Once they got there, Katie counted ten to fifteen first and second-graders again. The only difference between this time and last time is the teacher personally greeted Katie as she entered the room. ~o~O~o~ Again, after Sunday school was over, Katie followed Stacy back to the common room, holding tight to her artwork. She was getting more nervous about what would happen at the Bullards. Stacy hadn’t mentioned knowing anything while they were in the church, but maybe that was by design. Stacy was definitely still her friend. She was more nervous about Mrs. Bullard. And who had that mystery guy been in the pew with them? Once they got back to the gathering room, she noticed her Daddie talking and drinking coffee again. She patiently waited for him to see her. When he did, she gave him her artwork. She then went to usurp a cookie and stand near Stacy, who was standing near the mystery guy. She tapped Stacy on the shoulder, causing her friend to jump in surprise. “Katie, you scared me, … oh, this is my Daddie, Daddie, this is Katie,” Stacy said. Mr. Bullard said to Katie, “I have heard all about you from my talkative daughter. It's nice to finally meet you.” Thinking to herself, Katie thought, “And probably from his wife.” She said out loud, “Thank you, sir.” “Daddie, can I ride with Mr. Olsen, or Katie ride with us?” Stacy asked. Mr. Bullard said, “You both need boosters; you two can be separated for the short time it takes to get home.” Stacy had a pout on her face, and she led Katie over to a bench to wait impatiently since it looked like the adults were going to talk for a while. The two girls quietly played tic tac toe in the velvet of the seat while they were waiting since they were bored. “Katie, Stacy, time to go, sweeties,” they heard Sara say. Katie got up and erased the evidence of their game. She went to where Daddie was standing. She was helped into her seat when they got to the car. After she was strapped in, he started driving, following the Bullards. Not that he needed directions, though, to his home. After Daddie had unstrapped her, she started walking away from the car. She hadn’t walked halfway between the houses when Stacy grabbed her hand, dragged her toward her parents, and asked, “Now, can I tell her?” “Yes, you may.” Looking at Katie, Stacy said, “I know you have two different ages, but I don’t care,” which got a smile out of the regressed girl. Continuing, she asked, “What school do you go to? You never told me?” “Mountain College,” was the answer Stacy received, as they were walking in the house. “No, no, that is where the older you goes. I can’t exactly tell my friends that. Where does my good friend, Katie, go?” “Oh, Clearwater Elementary in Clearwater, I live with my Mommie there. That is the answer I told the hairstylist,” Katie said, giggling with a smile. Stacy turned and looked at Daddie and asked, “Speaking about that, can I get my hair braided like Katie, Mr. Olsen, please?” “One or two braids?” Thinking about it, she answered, “Two, please.” “I need to run home before I can do that,” he said, turning to run home. He wasn’t gone long when he came back. To Katie, it looked like he had grabbed her diaper bag and a shopping bag. Taking the shopping bag, he sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him for Stacy to sit down at. Soon, she spotted two pigtails with white ribbons tickling her ears. “You two girls switch spots, please,” he said. Katie sat down in the spot and felt her Daddie undoing her hair before braiding it again in pigtails with ribbons tickling her ears, too. “Both of you sit very closely together, please,” he said. The two girls felt him messing with the braid close to the other girl; they weren’t sure what he was doing. Soon, Katie’s Daddie said, “Go show your Mommy in the kitchen, Stacy.” Stacy tried to get up to show her Mommie, only to have her head jerk back towards Katie. They discovered that Daddie had hair-banded the two girls' braids together. Slowly, the two girls got up and walked towards the kitchen. It caused the two guys to smile at their struggle. Walking into the kitchen, Sara greeted the girls with, “What do we have here?” “Daddie is mean!” Katie exclaimed in a pouty voice. “Let me separate you two so we can eat.” “No, let me get photo evidence first,” Mr. Bullard said with an evil chuckle. He had the girls stand in front of a wall and then took their picture a few times. He made sure the braid was in the picture before separating the two girls. Stacy led Katie to the table and made sure they were sitting together. Mrs. Bullard came behind the two girls and tucked a napkin in their necklines. “You both are wearing dress clothes. I know how messy you can be, Stacy, and Katie probably is too.” Katie looked at the plate and saw that it was already loaded with a kid-size portion of potatoes, brussels sprouts, and some tender-looking meat. She wasn’t thrilled about the sprouts, but Mrs. Bullard had been an excellent host, so she would eat it. They had Stacy say grace, and then everyone tucked in their food. The adults started conversing about the two girls, while the girls just stayed quiet and ate their food. “Where did you two go yesterday?” Mrs. Bullard asked. “The zoo,” Daddie answered. Mr. Bullard said, “‘I always liked ‘Hanna Valley.” “We didn’t go there. Someone would not have enjoyed that,” Daddie said, looking at Katie. Almost in unison, all the Bullards asked, “Why?” Stacy, in particular, was looking at her friend like she had grown a horn. Katie started to open her mouth, but Daddie continued, “The older her volunteers are there, so she wouldn’t have had a fun time. She would always be worried if someone would make the connection.” “Oh,” Stacy said while Mr. Bullard was looking at her like he just made a connection like he had seen her before. With that, the subject was changed, this time to older hers college and major. Katie went to try to answer those questions. She realized they didn’t want her answers; they wanted Daddie’s answers when they ignored her first answer. Soon, Mrs. Bullard was cleaning the plates off the table and setting apple pie in front of everyone. After the pie was done, the girls were excused to Stacy’s room. Stacy mentioned, “My room is not as cool as the room you have. I don’t have a turret. I used to love to sleep in that room when I stayed overnight with Mr. Olsen.” “Does he not watch you anymore?” “No, he still does occasionally, but it is no longer a guest room. It is your room now.” “I think he did redecorate it for me, but you are welcome to sleep in when I am gone. Heck, you are welcome to share the bed with me. We are small enough.” The girls sat down to play Guess Who quietly while the adults talked downstairs. Katie eventually realized that she had a problem, so she told Stacy, “I will be back. I have to deal with something.” She walked back downstairs, following the voices of the adults, and all conversation stopped when she entered the room. Looking at them, she asked, “What are you three discussing?” “You,” was the answer she got. “Oh,” and she turned to leave, sadly. “Did you need something, Princess?” Daddie asked. “Yes, I need a change,” she embarrassedly mumbled. Mrs. Bullard, having just barely heard it, said, “I will do it. Where is her diaper bag?” After being told where it was and getting it, Mrs. Bullard led Katie back up to Stacy’s room. After laying a pad down on Stacy’s bed to protect it, she asked Katie to lie down on it. Katie found it a little embarrassing to be changed by her friend’s mom while said friend watched. After the regressed girl was dry, she felt a pat on her bottom and was told, “You two continue playing nicely.” Soon, they heard, “Katie Ann, help Stacy clean up. It is time to go,” being yelled up the stairs by Daddie. After they cleaned up, they walked downstairs together. Katie was surprised to discover it was already after four o’clock. They had been there for over four hours. After she got hugs from all the Bullards, Daddie took her hand and led her to the car, strapping her car seat. She realized she was still in her dress clothes, so she said, “Daddie?” “Yes, Princess?” “Did I lose my tennis shoes?” “No, they are with your clean laundry in the back.” “Ok,” was her reply, as she grabbed the book from her car bag to occupy herself during the hour ride. After they got to the college, she was unstrapped, and after grabbing the items from the back, they went upstairs to the cluster, where they saw Tiffany pacing. It was as if she was impatiently waiting for something or someone to return. Setting her items on her bed, she hugged Daddie goodbye and told him, “See you in two weeks, Daddie.” She was putting her laundry away when Tiffany knocked on the door. After she let her in, she returned to putting her items away. Tiff spoke, “Little sister, you look cute. Your Sunday best?” “Yes, we went directly from church to the neighbor’s house, to college. I will need your or Ally’s help undoing the buttons in the back at bedtime. Have you eaten dinner yet? I am hungry?” she told Tiff as the pull-up packages were put away. Taking her hand, Tiff said, “Come on, little sis, let’s go get dinner. I can’t wait to show off the cutie pie you are.”

Chapter 90: Changed BETH WATCHED AS the injection was given, wincing as she knew a needle extended and quickly retracted. At first, Connor did not react, and it seemed like nothing had happened. Suddenly, Connor screamed in pain for a second! It briefly occurred Beth thought everyone was about to rush in, but then Connor went silent and back to his ‘sleeping’ from the anesthesia. Beth watched his forehead and jaw shape change slightly, even as his figure changed somewhat. She had wondered if they would give Connor breasts to make it seem like he was an adult, but instead, the shape of his body just became very convincingly toddler-like. ‘Connor’s cute like this,’ Beth admitted. He now had an adorable toddler girl set of proportions in his face and limbs. Everything carried on as usual with the filming, but as soon as “Cut!” was called, Professor Ponce immediately pounced and was looking over Connor. “Connor, are you okay?” She asked. Connor blinked a second before sitting up, “I think so?” He shook his head, the pigtails tied into his hair bouncing back and forth. “That was a little more of a jolt to my system than I expected?” “That can happen,” the professor said. “Miss Perez, why don’t you and another female crew member take our young actor back to a place where you can make sure everything changed okay? I’m just going to clean up the kit?” “I’ll go with Connor,” Beth said, ensuring she wouldn’t be left behind. “Sounds good,” Connor said, seeming to have his body movements more alert again. Beth noticed his voice sounded like a young girl’s now. Charlotte gathered him from the table, and the three returned to the wardrobe area and into one of the changing rooms. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlotte asked as she sat him on top of the bench in the changing room. “I think so?” Connor replied, “Things seem to be getting better every moment. I should be okay to shoot again here in a few minutes?” “Well, before we do that, let’s check that nothing weird happened?” Charlotte suggested. Connor nodded, and he pulled up the hospital gown over and off of his body. “Just sit down there,” Charlotte said, “That diaper has LittleProof tapes.” Connor didn’t argue, and Beth watched as she pulled it loose. Then they helped pull the bodysuit off and down his legs and revealed what was beneath. Beth couldn’t help but note Connor grinned widely. I LOOKED DOWN at parts that were supposed to be on my body missing and other parts that weren’t present. ‘It worked!!!!’ I tried to control my urge to jump up and down for joy but kept it to just a grin. ‘Finally!!!’ I smiled. I looked at my body and felt a sense of peace and calm that I had never felt before. I had always felt like the pieces down below looked out of place and wrong. With the old dangly one gone and the new parts in place, I no longer felt wrong! As a kid, I was always jealous of my baby sisters and how cute they could dress! Of course, Riley and I were so close in age that I’d grown up playing dress-up with them all the time and certainly played with dolls as much as any other toy. Mama had been worried about it, but Mom just shrugged and supported me. As we reached middle school age, that stopped, and it had been a few years since I’d really been able to dress up as myself with them. I felt my chest and was a little disappointed I couldn’t feel any tissue there. In fact, if anything, it felt like the little bit of fat deposits that had been there were gone, and things felt even flatter. My legs and arms looked just a little chubbier than usual, even as I hoped I hadn’t lost muscle mass. Looking at my arms, I said suddenly again, “Whoa! Where did my arm hair go?” I looked down at my legs and noticed the same thing while noticing how drastically different my voice was! “That treatment almost always has hair removed,” Charlotte told me, “We made sure that it was going to do that for you. Once we reverse it, you can grow it back within a month or so.” “And my voice?” I said, speaking again and listening that it didn’t sound like me, even as I could feel myself saying it. “Same thing, not that you had a low voice before, but this way, the illusion is perfect for your character’s new mommy. It should also help make things better for your big sister to relate to you?” I nodded and looked at the makeup mirror, which was almost too high above my head to see. The face looking back at me looked like it was taken from a picture of Lilah or Hannah when they were about two. “I look like my baby sisters now,” I said, a little surprised. “Somehow, I think you look like you should be their baby sister now,” Beth said. I nodded, “Yeah… I wouldn’t think I look older than maybe two right now? Will people think we switched out my character for a toddler?” Charlotte laughed, “No, that’s pretty normal of an appearance change if the right to do so is granted.” I nodded at that. Everything was as perfect as I could have wanted, but I was just slightly worried about the jolt I felt! That wasn’t present on any documentation I’d looked up for the costumer’s version of the nanites. I didn’t have time to dwell on the possible problem, though. “Well, let’s get this diaper on you; we won’t need the bodysuit again for a bit,” Charlotte said as she grabbed a fresh one. “Unless you want to show the crew the new birthday suit?” I rapidly shook my head, “Umm… no thank you!” Beth laughed, “We’ll get out there and finish this set of scenes and maybe take a twenty-minute break?” I nodded at that. She pushed me down onto my back and placed the new diaper underneath me. These diapers they had us using for the project and in the theater department were annoyingly thicker than my nighttime diapers in the nest. She added a bit of powder before pulling me back into her arms and stopping. “Beth, I think we need a new name for our little girl besides her character name?” She smiled at her, “Why don’t you take the honor of naming her? You’re her girlfriend, after all?” Beth smiled at me, “How about Carly?” “I like it!” Charlotte said, “Until we change you back, are you okay with being Carly?” I smiled, “That works for me.” Inside, I smiled and thought, ‘Thanks, Beth.’ “Okay, Carly, let’s go get this scene wrapped up! “Kay,” I said, leaning against her warmer body as we left for the fake office. She placed me back down on the table. Professor Ponce asked me, “Does everything seem okay?” “As far as we can tell?” “Great! When you finish filming tomorrow, Gary will be able to handle everything. I’ve already shown him how to reverse the procedure.” “Thanks,” I told him. Even as I thought, ‘I wonder how I can tell them to leave me…?’ Before I could brood, though, we had me lying down, and we resumed filming. I pretended to be asleep as Gary ran a scanner over me, “It’s a girl!!!!” Even with my eyes closed, I wanted to roll my eyes at the improvised dialogue that hadn’t been written, “Your baby girl is all good to go home!” “Everything went okay?” “Yes, Miss Ingels, she’s your perfect baby girl now,” he told her. They’d added some dialogue before I was again dressed in the same romper, still pretending to be asleep. Then Charlotte carried my cradled body back to the car to buckle me in. “Cut!” we heard, and “Okay everyone, let’s take a fifteen-minute break. Hit the restroom if you need to. There are a couple boxes of doughnuts and some sandwiches over there,” Sebastian said. “Carly?” I heard from above me. “Yes?” I looked up at Charlotte. “You want some help with the diaper to use the restroom?” I blushed but nodded. “Ride?” She asked next. I sighed and held my arms out, “Might as well take advantage of those long legs of yours.” Beth looked nervous then, and I hoped she wasn’t getting jealous. “You okay, Beth?” I asked. “Yes,” she said, “Just looking forward to getting my scenes over within a bit.” “Oh, yeah, you’re almost up again with me, aren’t you?” She nodded from the ground, where she followed with her head just above Charlotte’s waist. She sat me down on the floor in the dressing room before kneeling in front of me. Without warning, she pulled the romper snaps open and then ripped the diaper off, nodding towards the bathroom. “Go ahead and go potty, Carly.” “Don’t forget to wipe!” Beth said. “Huh?” “I’m coming in with you,” Beth said suddenly, pushed me into the bathroom door, and closed it behind her. “What…?” “You’ve not exactly had your princess parts very long?” Beth said. I blushed tomato red, “Umm… an hour?” “When you’re done peeing, you have to wipe; you can’t just shake things off anymore!” She looked at me and smirked. I nodded; I climbed onto the tall toilet with a stool someone had left next to it and pulled the open romper up and out of the way. I felt a bit self-conscious as I realized Beth was staring even as I managed to release my bladder. It felt the same yet quite different as the urine fell into the toilet. When I was done, Beth handed me a wad of paper, “Make sure you wipe front to back; you don’t want to end up with an infection from the other way.” I blushed and didn’t want to tell her I knew that already. After I let the romper back down, she shocked me by sitting on the potty herself. I was curious and found myself looking at her, too. Other than the hair that she had, we looked similar now. “Guess that’s the first time I’ve let you have a look, huh?” She said with a smile after she cleaned up. “Sorry, I was just curious to compare?” “Well, I guess right now my mom doesn’t have to worry about you getting me pregnant. Probably the best time to get you in the sack!” I blushed bright red as we washed our hands and made our way back outside to the main changing room. I found Charlotte waiting with a diaper for me. “You good for a bit?” She asked me. I nodded and let her pick me up to place me on the table. Since the romper was still undone, she pushed it out of the way and up my stomach, added some powder, and quickly finished taping the diaper shut. Some quick snaps later, and I was back in costume. “Why don’t we all go grab a quick snack?” Charlotte suggested. I shrugged, but I really didn’t trust outside food. “I just want to grab water from my bag, if you don’t mind?” She laughed, “We need to put some meat on those bones! Even with those chubby toddler looks, you still look like a skeleton, practically Carly!” BETH SHOOK HER head at Charlotte, ‘I sure as hell hope she doesn’t start cossetting Carly now!’ From what Beth could see, Charlotte didn’t seem to have any ill intentions. Still, her behavior bore watching since it had shifted to being a bit too willing to help in her mind. Even as they prowled the snack table, she promised to watch that change. Nikki came over right then, “You should be safe on all of this stuff,” she whispered, “I checked.” Beth nodded, “Thanks!” She grabbed a chocolate-glazed doughnut and nibbled on it as the crew began resetting the set. A salon for Littles and kids was taking shape in the air then, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit nauseous at some of the signs that had been added in the detail work. Littles must wear protection at all times! Squirmer? Let us know; we have chairs with straps! We only do hair, makeup, and nails! Anything else, and you need another shop! All Littles and Babies MUST be accompanied by a parent or guardian at ALL times! We are not a babysitting service! Beth wondered if this was one of the scenes out of the library they had just purchased for the filming with their budget. Just before the filming restarted, Charlotte called everyone over. “I’m speaking primarily to the girls in our group, but guys, listen up too! From here on out, we will all find our instincts flaring up around both our costars! This is a pretty natural instinct, and I don’t expect anyone to be able to fully ignore it.” She paused, “That being said, we need to do our best.” She looked at Carly, “Carly, sorry, I was starting to have that problem myself a few minutes ago.” “It’s okay, thanks for realizing…” “That is the other thing since we have given this treatment to our star until we get Connor back, this is Carly!” ‘Her boyfriend…?’ Beth shook her head, ‘Girlfriend? This is confusing!’ She watched Carly blush, but she didn’t look unhappy. If anything, that was one of the more genuine smiles she’d seen on her face. ‘We’re going to have a talk tonight when we get to Amanda’s!’ A few minutes later, work was back in session, and there was a montage filmed in the salon chair with Carly sitting down and alternating the HoloCharacter ‘cutting’ her hair and Isabella really doing it. Connor’s hair had been down his back, and Beth could tell there were nerves about this for him. They cut his hair to just below his shoulders in a ‘U’ shaped cut and gave her adorable bangs. A nanite spray was placed on her hair that, when activated, made Carly’s hair perfectly match her own red hair. ‘This is confusing!’ she said to herself, trying to sort out what gender to refer to Carly as. Shaking her head, she watched the final product, which consisted of two cute hair clips with bows placed on either side of her head. ‘If I saw her on the street right now, I wouldn’t guess Little,’ she thought. ‘Definitely would think she was a genuine toddler. This is what almost happened to Dad, I guess?’ With a jolt, she realized she should ask her dad for advice. She knew her parents had continued playing with him as her baby girl frequently until they thought she was old enough to remember, then stopped with her present. The problem was her memories didn’t leave her, so she still remembered her perfect big baby sister playmate! ‘If he wasn’t on the court, I’m pretty sure they’d still be doing it,’ she thought. Then admitted, ‘They could still be doing it secretly, and I don’t know about it.’ That thought felt so wrong, and she was glad to have a distraction in the form of Carly coming up to her. “What do you think?” She asked nervously. “It’s adorable?” Carly nodded, “It is cute… They said they can make it grow back to the length tomorrow to lose the shape? And the color will return to normal, too?” Beth laughed, “They can, unless you don’t want them to. It is a cute look for you!” She decided to add, “You might lose the bangs, though?” Carly blushed then, “Yeah, they’re definitely sending me plummeting into the toddler age range. It could have been worse; they wanted to cut it shorter into a bob at first.” Beth laughed, “That would have been even more adorable, but since you’re supposed to be the same age as your ‘big sister,’ I’m guessing it wouldn’t have worked as well.” “Carly, are you ready?” they heard. “Coming,” she said to Sebastian and Charlotte. Beth watched her hair bounce and then settled in to watch the rest of the montage scenes get filmed. A trip to a Little store was uncomfortable to watch. Still, given Brianna’s restrictions, there weren’t as many cringeworthy things happening. The diapers ‘purchased’ were the brand that they were stuck with, thanks to that stupid university sponsorship. Eventually ‘Brianna’ was dressed in a pretty dress to meet her sister, and they filmed her arrival at the daycare to go inside to pick up her ‘sister.’ “Cut!” Sebastian said after running that scene for the fourth time. “Let’s change over the scenery to the daycare interior and get everyone cast-wise ready to shoot Scene 17 inside in thirty minutes, please!” Beth cringed but knew she needed to get to wardrobe. It was time for the ‘sisters’ to start acting together… ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press the 'Like' button and leave me a comment! Well, to be honest you all missed the mark by a Like in my mind, but I also missed the mark by a chapter over the weekend. I decided we still needed to be rewarded with a posting anyway! I'll post again on Friday morning before I go to work. Thanks again for reading my works! Please consider purchasing a copy of my completed works from Amazon if you enjoy them! 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Like A Baby Written by: Sophie This story was recorded as a bedtime audiobook by FawnyABDL and you can listen to it on The Usual Bet, an ABDL discussion padcast! Here's a link! Premise: Do you ever struggle to get a good night’s rest? Perhaps all you need is a visit from Mistress Sleep. Disclaimers: diapers ---------------------------- You don't want to open your eyes. You nodded off for a moment — a lucky moment — but even in the darkness you know it wasn't for very long. You wait for time to lull you back to sleep, but time starts to do the opposite. You feel warm. The weight of the blanket on you starts to make you uncomfortable, so you kick it off just enough to let air underneath. Your shirt is bunched up underneath you, tugged taught around your shoulder, so you roll onto your side and fix it. Your nose itches, so you scratch it. You roll onto your back and wipe your forehead, though you aren't sweating much at all. You lay your arms out at your sides like a rag doll and try to think about absolutely nothing. You think about absolutely everything. With a sigh, you open your eyes. You tap your watch; maybe you slept longer than you thought. You didn't. But your watch has a notification from Discord. It's something innocuous, something that doesn't need your attention. But as you lay there, you wonder if that person is still online. You wonder how their night is going. If you check your phone now, maybe you can catch them before they go to sleep. So you check your phone. Their status is offline, but you reply anyway. The bubble doesn't change colors. Instead of putting your phone back down, you switch apps. Within the hour, you find yourself switching between the apps for no reason. You have no new notifications and no new posts to scroll through online. News is slower than you are. You finally put down your phone and try again to sleep. "Sleep is a cruel mistress," you mutter to yourself in the darkness. "You think so?" a voice says. You shoot up in bed and adrenaline spills through your body as if a cup of it had been balancing precariously on your chest. Your fight or flight response ticks back and forth at unbelievable speed, unable to land on a decision, until — just as suddenly as it came — it abruptly stops. At the foot of your bed is a woman. Even in the darkness, you can see her as clear as if she were standing in sunlight. But she isn't glowing. She doesn't hurt your eyes. Her face looks soft to the touch, like a doll or a painting, and her features are so delicate that they don't cast any shadows over her cheeks or around her nose. She's wearing a long white gown, embroidered with moons and stars, that falls over her arms and all the way to the floor. And she's tall. She's very tall. You remember that only a second ago, you were afraid. A strange woman appeared in your house, at the foot of your bed; you had every reason to be afraid. But she didn't scare you. Rather, her presence felt as ordinary as night itself. It came as a surprise at first, like when you leave a movie theater and it's still light outside. But then you remember what time is and how time feels, and you aren't scared anymore. "Now now," the woman says slowly, with a smile so slight you aren't even sure it's there. "No need to get up, darling. Rest your head for me, will you?" You do. Without another thought, you slide back down into bed and put your head on your pillow. Your eyes dart to the foot of your bed, but the woman has already come around to the side of it. She sits on the edge of your bed, but her weight doesn't disturb the mattress. "I'm so sorry for my tardiness," the woman continues. Her voice is calm and quiet, just above a whisper. There is no echo or gravity to it, like the winds could carry it a mile away and you would hear it just as clearly. Just listening to her few words lifts your thoughts out of the tar and into the sky where they have room to move. "Who are you," you say, but the inflection is lost at the end. It doesn't sound like a question at all, and you wonder if there is any question in the world worth your energy. "I'm Mistress Sleep," the woman says simply, like you should have known all along. Maybe you had known all along. "Like, the Sandman," you ask, once again without the inflection of a question. But Mistress Sleep understands. She knows the kind of effect she has on people like you. “Something like that," Mistress Sleep says airily, "though I'm not so assertive. I prefer a... gentler touch." And with that, Mistress Sleep runs her fingers across your forehead and pushes your hair out of the way. Her skin feels like a cool blanket on a warm night, or a warm blanket on a cool one. Her fingers slide down your temple, until she can cup your cheek in her palm. She leans over you like a parent tucking in her child, and you feel an overwhelming sense of comfort. For the first time, maybe in your entire life, every muscle in your body relaxes and you sink into the mattress. You aren't even sure you can move, and that thought doesn't scare you even a little. "Hmm..." Mistress Sleep looks down at you with an ounce of wonder. You would never read her expression as worry or concern — no, she's far too content. You know two things instead: the first, something is wrong, and the second, you have nothing to worry about. "Goodness, I am quite late," Mistress Sleep says to you in her charming voice. Charming, quite literally, as you feel her words are the catalyst of a spell. You are enchanted with her. "I don't understand," you say. You try to move, and you succeed. You lean up on your elbows and Mistress Sleep tilts her head at you. "Well, I am forgetful at times," Mistress Sleep laments, more to herself than to you. She doesn't seem at all bothered by this statement; she sounds more like she's explaining something very basic to a very small child. Two plus two equals four. I am forgetful at times. "That's okay," you say, trying to reassure her, though you know intrinsically that it isn't necessary. It's an automatic response, a human nicety. It's conditioning. You feel a little silly after the words leave your lips, but Mistress Sleep looks at you with deep appreciation. "Allow me to make it up to you," Mistress Sleep says. Her voice never changes, never grows in volume or takes on unexpected inflections. She's so predictable. You find so much security in her words. "How," you ask, without the energy for a question mark. Already, your elbows are starting to ache. Sitting up, even a little bit, in her presence is not something an ordinary human can do. But you and sleep never had a good relationship. You've never had a house call before, not like this. "I'll leave you with a blessing," Mistress Sleep says. "Something to always remember me, even on nights when I am late." "A blessing," you say, but this was never a question. Your head is a little fuzzy, and you had to repeat it to properly understand it. "Now let's see..." Mistress Sleep stands up and wanders around your room. Your adrenaline is turned off. Your thoughts are flighty and light. Your body is weak. Above everything else, you're so tired. Maybe that is why you don't think to stop Mistress Sleep from exploring your room, or maybe you want her to find it. "Ah," Mistress Sleep says, turning over one of your diapers in her hands. "This will do." "What... wait, um..." The moment comes back to you so quickly that it feels like whiplash. Like that moment where you lean back too far in a chair. Like that moment when you fall in a dream, and you wake up thinking you're falling in real life. You manage to sit up straight, but at the cost of everything else. You begin to feel nauseous. "Ah ah, what did I say?" Mistress Sleep says in her same voice, though you swear you detect something new. Something maternal. "No need to get up, darling." "But... it's not what it looks like..." The nausea creeps into you like a virus. It spreads through your stomach and into your brain. The next thing you know, Mistress Sleep is laying you back down on your pillow. The nausea subsides and heavy exhaustion takes its place. "There we go," Mistress Sleep coos, brushing your hair back once more with her fingertips. "Doesn't that feel better? There's no need to be embarrassed." But you are embarrassed. Though Mistress Sleep shows no signs of judgement in her voice or her actions, your cheeks are warm and pink. You look up at her as she unfolds your diaper and the crinkles echo through the quiet room. "I really dun need..." You try to argue, but you stumble over your consonants. The T in don't is hard to hit. Mistress Sleep either doesn't notice or she finds it too ordinary to acknowledge. "You must feel so insecure without your diapers," Mistress Sleep says airily, like the word diapers was no less common to her than the word darling. "It's no wonder you've been sleeping so poorly. But this will help, I assure you." Mistress Sleep peels back your blankets and grabs you by the ankles. With no friction at all, as if you were lying on air instead of a mattress, she turns you to face her. She puts your ankles together and lifts them into the air with one hand, and the other expertly pulls off your pajama bottoms and underwear with the other. The way she maneuvers you, like you weigh nothing at all, makes you feel so small and vulnerable. Yet, you know that you could stop her with just a word. You know that you could tell her no and she would listen. But you don't tell her no. You don't want her to stop. You feel safe with her, as surely as you feel safe in your diapers. Mistress Sleep lays the diaper under your bottom and lowers your ankles. Every touch of her skin on yours is like an invitation into another world. By the time she has powdered you and taped the diaper in place around your hips — with unbelievable symmetry — you're awash with dreamy faraway feelings. You look up at Mistress Sleep with heavy, glossy eyes and a dumb little smile. "Now doesn't that feel wonderful," Mistress Sleep says dreamily, as a statement and not as a question. Her voice sounds no different, and yet it washes over you like waves at the beach. Each word is liquid candy, sticking to the insides of your mind. You squeeze your thighs together and the diaper crinkles. "Now let's see, what else helps a little one like you drift off to dreamland?" Mistress Sleep says to herself as you lie helpless and happy in your own bed. Then she nods in recollection, like it had been a while since she had to put a baby to sleep. "Ah yes, a bottle. That should help." Inside Mistress Sleep's dreamscape, there is no true time or linearity. It looks like your bedroom; it very likely is your bedroom. But the way Mistress Sleep already has a baby bottle in her hands confounds you. Maybe you nodded off again. Then again, does it really concern you where an adult gets your bottle? All you need to worry about is drinking it. Mistress Sleep sits on your bed, with her back against the headboard, and pulls you into her lap. Once more, you're reminded how little you weigh to her. She nuzzles you into her chest, so that your cheek is against her breast. She could lower her top and slip her own nipple into your mouth, but her gown is so long and graceful and complicated, that your mind can't process what that would look like. Instead, the nipple of the baby bottle is pushed between your lips and you suck it without thinking. Warm milk — the temperature of the human body — splashes onto your tongue. It's thick and creamy, like a dessert, with a tantalizing sweetness. After only the first mouthful, you want to drink nothing else for your entire life. While you nurse the bottle, Mistress Sleep hums a lullaby you swear you have heard before, maybe when you were very little. You feel her hand on your diaper, gently patting the plastic. Everything she does reminds you of what you are to her: an incapable baby, in need of adult intervention. Time is not true or linear in this moment. You nurse that bottle for what feels like hours, and at the same time, only minutes. When the bottle is empty, she picks you up like you are nothing more than an actual child and sets you on her hip. She tucks your head into her shoulder and cradles you with an arm under your diapered butt. She bounces in place, slowly and rhythmically, as a bit of drool spills out of your mouth and onto her pretty gown of stars and moons. "You're safe now," she whispers to you, but her voice is no different. "You're safe in your diapers, and you are safe in my arms. They are one and the same to you." "Mmm..." This sound escapes your mouth, but it isn't one of protest. It is one of agreement. You are safe in your diapers, and you are safe in her arms. Your eyes are so heavy, and your thoughts are so small in such a vast sky. They are birds flying off into the horizon. The only things close by are Mistress Sleep's sticky words and the calming bob of her body, like a rocking cradle. "Whenever you can't sleep, my darling," she says, "all you have to do is put on one of your diapers. You'll feel my arms around you. You'll feel the world fall away. You'll be safe with me, no matter where you are." You hear her. You understand. For the rest of your life, as long as you are diapered, you can drift off to sleep with ease. You can take naps. You can sleep the whole night through. And if you have to go potty? Well, there's no reason you would even need to wake up. "Ahh, there we go..." Mistress Sleep slowly stops rocking you. Your eyes are closed, and you can only barely feel the tilt of your body as she tucks you into bed. You try to mutter something. Maybe you say thank you. Maybe you say you love her. You can't remember now, so close to sleep. But you remember one final thing, one final feeling: a kiss on your forehead. Then you sleep like a baby. [End.]

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Fifteen: Appointment for Katie Ann Katie Ann rolled out of bed at first light and decided to see what she could do to keep herself occupied until Daddie got up. Her books and other activities were downstairs, and she thought going for them might get her in trouble. She found a coloring book and some crayons in one of the dollhouse bookcases. Heading to the turret part of the room, she was glad to find it had comfortable window seats. She could barely see the room door from the window seat she picked, though. Lying on her belly, she colored while watching the world go by. Daddie had woken up and, after making himself ready for the day, headed to deal with this regressed daughter. Finding her bed empty and her not visible in the room from where he stood, he screamed down the hall, scared, “KATIE ANN!” “Here I am, Daddie,” she said cheerfully from the turret. He was looking the other way, not expecting the answer to come from that direction. So he almost snapped his head towards the way the sound came. Walking into the turret, he said softly and without any anger, “What are you doing, sweetie?” Her reply was, “Coloring Barbie and watching the world go by.” “I need to get you dressed. You have two appointments today, Buttercup,” he told her. He proceeded to help her up and lead her to the changing table. Pulling her nightie off first, he lifted her up and strapped her down before changing her bottom. While she was still up there and convenient to reach, a set of her frilly socks was placed on her feet. With that task done, she was set back on the floor. A simple yellow cotton dress was dropped over her head before yellow bows were tied in her hair. They headed to the mudroom to put some Mary Janes on her after they had breakfast. Heading to the car, she was soon strapped in the car seat. Finding her activities next to her, she continued reading her book. She felt the car move as she was deep in placing herself in the book. Daddie must not have driven far because the next thing she knew, he was telling her, “We’re here, Buttercup.” She looked up to see they were parked in front of a generic strip mall. What the name or the purpose of the stop, she couldn’t figure out from her vantage point. Daddie helped her out of the car before taking her hand and leading her to a door. Walking in, the lady behind the counter greeted them with, “Welcome to Images Hair. How may I help you?” “We have a 10 o’clock with Angela for Katie Ann Telgenhof,” Daddie responded. The lady offered them a seat and let them know that Angela would be with them shortly. Katie Ann saw an activity cube sitting in the corner. Even though it was meant for babies, she still sat next to it. She started playing with it to pass the time. Her Daddie just smiled at her, and on the way, she kept herself occupied. Soon, she heard, “Katie?” from the salon area. Dusting herself off, she headed to where Daddie was waiting. She then followed the lady and her Daddie towards a chair with the already waiting booster. Angela helped Katie onto the chair before covering the little girl with a pink cape. Turning to Daddie, Angela asked what she was doing to Katie’s hair. He said, “Give her bangs, trim the rest, please. Can you also set her hair in ringlets when you are done, too, please?” “Am I washing it?” she asked. “Please,” was the reply before he went to the waiting area. Turning to the regressed girl, “Let’s get your pretty bows and braids out of your hair.” Mumbling to herself, “Someone is an expert in doing braids.” “What grade are you in and what school do you go to, Katie,” she asked as she was removing her right braid. Katie Ann, with a slight worry, thought hard about that because Daddie never briefed her on these questions and the lady expected an answer. She would have to make up the answers on the fly. “I am in second grade at Clearwater Elementary.” “Clearwater? That is a bit far away. Let me help you down so we can go wash your hair,” the lady said, helping Katie down. “Mommy lives there, Daddie here,” she answered as she followed the lady to a chair sitting by a sink. The lady had her kneel in the chair, so her head was a bit higher. Angela soon started to wash the regressed girl’s hair with shampoo, which smelled like bubblegum. By the time her hair was done, she was purring loudly. After Katie was back in the original chair, Angela didn’t take long trimming the regressed girl's hair. The stylist continued by giving her bangs just in front of her face. The hairstylist started to blow dry her hair before giving her the requested tight ringlets. Angela was using plenty of hairspray between curling. After Angela was done, she tied a bow on top of the curls. She continued by taking the cape off Katie and helping the little girl down. Finally, she led the young girl over to the waiting Adam. Daddie said, “Angela, she looks wonderful. We will see you in two to three months,” as he was tending to the money. Taking his daughter, he went to the car before strapping her in the car. Leaving the strip mall, he told her, “Katie, you look pretty. We have a 45-minute to hour drive to our next appointment. Kathleen, I am interested in your thoughts.” “About the hair? I really do look cute, and they treat a child my height a lot better than an adult my height. They treated adult me with pity. For little me, it was just another child. Oh… If anyone asks, I am a second grader in Clearwater Elementary school living with my Mommie during the week,” she said, finishing the last bit in giggles. “About my apparent new age and lifestyle? I am fine with being your child.” “Thank you, Katie Ann, enjoy your book,” Daddie said, returning to his driving. They stopped en route at McDonald's for lunch, specifically a happy meal for her. Soon afterward, they were pulling into the driveway of a farmhouse in the country. He showed up at her door and then let her out of her harness. They walked hand in hand to the door. After he opened it up, she walked into what looked like a waiting room stuffed with toys. Daddie spoke, “We are a little early for Katie Ann Telgenhof’s appointment,” as she was looking around the room. She noticed that they were not alone. There were two other ‘children’ in the room. They were adults like her in children's clothes. One was wearing a pink babyish dress, and the other was a boy wearing overalls. “Please fill these forms out. Doctor Carla will be with you as soon as we can,” the lady behind the counter said. Katie Ann got nervous because she had always hated the doctor's office. She also didn’t know if this one actually knew she was an adult. But then again, those other kids were obviously adults, just dressed young. “Is this an actual Doctor’s office or a play Doctor’s office?” she wondered. She doubted a play Doctor’s office would have forms to fill out. Daddie did say something about talking to the doctor about her lightheadedness last night. While he sat down to fill out whatever the forms were, she went to find something to keep herself occupied. Spying a Highlights peeking out from under the pile on the table, she took it and situated herself near the other children. She hadn’t been reading for long when she heard, “Kathleen, can you come here and help me with this family history.” Coming over to her Daddie, she filled out the questionnaire as much as she knew. She took her chance to glance at her forms, pointing to Daddie that she had her appendix out when she was eleven in 1998. That last statement caused the other girl to snap her head towards where the little girl was. After the adult task was done, Katie Ann returned to where she had left the Highlights and continued reading it. Soon after both other children’s names were called, she heard “Katie.” She headed to the counter, where a lady was standing. “You are a cutie. I am Nurse Lori. Let's start with your weight and height,” the lady said as she led the girl to where a scale was. After the little girl’s shoes were removed, the nurse had her stand on the scale. “You are shorter than most people standing here,” Lori said as she lowered the height gauge. Tasks at the scale done, she led the small group to a room next door, which had Sesame Street characters on the wall. “Please strip her. You can leave her socks on,” she told Daddie. “Take her binder and diaper off, too?” he asked. Checking her chart, she answered, “Yes, on the diaper. And … “ Lori started as she was checking the chart. “... Yes, because you have her signed up for a gynecological check-up,” causing Katie Ann’s mouth to drop before pouting. After the nurse stepped out, the little girl was soon naked, sitting on the examination table in the room. She was kicking her legs very nervously, making the paper under her crinkle. By now, she had figured out this was an actual medical clinic that specialized in children like her. They are actually adults but are treated like children. She also knew because the nurse said the magical gynecological word, she wasn’t going to like all the prodding she was going to get here. Soon, the nurse was back. “Katie, let us get those vitals,” she said as she wrapped a blood pressure band around the little girl's arm. Katie Ann felt the band get tight on her arm while Lori was listening to her blood flow. After her blood pressure was done, the nurse took her pulse at her wrist. After her pulse was done, Katie was asked to get on her tummy so Lori could take her temperature. It caused her to think of a way to take her temperature on her back. The only place on her back was her bum. She exclaims, “My temperature!” figuring this was going to be the tail all over again. “Oh, you do have a voice. Yep, that is how we take temps at this clinic,” the nurse said as she helped the girl flip over. Daddie mentioned, “Yeah, Katie Ann is quite shy in new situations.” Taking a thermometer out of a container, she dipped it in lube before putting it in Katie’s behind. She was rubbing the little girl’s back while the temperature was being taken. After a bit, she took the thermometer out of the little girl’s bottom and then helped the girl up in a sitting position. Katie Ann returned to her nervous kicking as the nurse left the room. Soon, the doctor entered the room, saying, “Hello, Katie Ann. I am Doctor Carla.” Shyly, the little girl said, “Hello, Ma’am.” As she was checking the little girl’s ears, she addressed Daddie, “Any medical concerns?” “Yes, her dwarfism is one. Her birth parents point out that she loses her breath, gets dizzy, and has headaches when she raises her heart rate too much. She actually blacked out yesterday because she scared herself with something that had no basis in fact.” Daddie spoke as the doctor was checking the girl's reflexes. “Her medical records arrived today, but I haven’t had the time to review them yet. But about those concerns, I have a few ideas about what the last one might be. I will need a urine and blood sample to make sure they go from minor to quite worrisome medical issues. As for her short stature, by her current real age, all the side effects would have shown themselves. Visually I can tell you she doesn’t have a proportionally enlarged head, a hump on her back, or bowed legs. The other major side effect is scoliosis, and we can check that right now,” the Doctor said while asking Katie to roll over. Katie Ann nervously rolled over, only to just have the doctor run a finger down her spine. After that was done, she was helped back into a seating position. She then watched the doctor check her breasts for lumps. The Doctor spoke again, “She doesn’t have a curved spine or, thankfully, any lumps on her breasts. Katie, lay down and put your feet in the stirrups. Are you two having sex?” She helped the little girl get in position while looking at Daddie. The last question caused Katie to turn a little red in the face. “Our relationship is more of a BDSM or child-parent relationship. She is under contract with me, and by the contract, the relationship is non-pain, non-sexual based. I only see her every other weekend. She is at college the rest of the time,” he answered. Continuing, he said, “As far as I am aware, Katie Ann didn’t enter into this relationship as a little. I decided she was going to be one, but she appears to have taken to it hook, line, and sinker,” which caused the little girl to blush even more in response. The doctor nodded in reply. “When was the last time she had her period, and would you like to stop them? A lot of my clients stop them,” she asked. “Katie Ann would have to answer for both of those,” Daddie answered as the doctor was spreading Katie’s lips. As both were looking at her, Katie answered nervously, “Last week for my period, and I would LOVE to lose the period.” She felt the doctor taking what she assumed to be a PAP sample down below. Cleaning up, the doctor said, “Other than the dizziness and the loss of breath issues, she looks quite healthy. I will send the nurse back in to take Katie’s urine and blood samples. She will also give her flu and birth control shots. She will need to come back quarterly to get the birth control shot.” Soon, Katie was nervously kicking her legs again. She didn’t have to wait long before the nurse was back and asking for Katie Ann’s arm. Putting a tourniquet around her forearm, the nurse alcohol swabbed her before taking a blood sample. “Do you want a Barbie band-aid or a heart band-aid?” the nurse asked. “Barbie, please, Ma’am,” Katie Ann responded quietly. After she got her band-aid, the Nurse asked her to flip over for her shots, causing her to exclaim, “Eeps, on my back?” as she flipped over. “We give shots on the bum here, Katie,” the Nurse answered as she gave the first of two shots. Soon, the little girl was spotting two band-aids on her bum before being asked to roll over and put her feet on the stirrups again. She watched the nurse prep her private parts and stick a catheter down there. Soon, the nurse was done taking the sample and removing the catheter. An institutional diaper was placed on Katie by the nurse. She didn’t think it was as comfortable as the diapers Daddie had used so far. Addressing the little girl, “You earned yourself a sucker little girl. We didn’t need to spank you at all. You were a very good little girl. We will see you in three months for another shot.” Looking at Daddie, she said, “The doctor will give you the results of the blood, urine, and PAP samples when they are ready. I will let you get her dressed and deal with payment,” before stepping out of the room. “Spanking?” the little one exclaimed after the nurse left as Daddie dressed her by putting her binder on her. Putting the dress over her head, Daddie explained, “This place believes in corporal punishment for misbehaving littles. Didn’t you see the paddle hanging behind the front desk?” “No, but what about the contract?” Katie asked. In the process of putting Katie’s shoes on, Daddie said, “That only controls me and you. It doesn’t stop other people from punishing you how they see fit. That being said, you were a perfect little angel,” kissing her on the head while helping her down from the examination table. The regressed girl responded with a sad “Ooh” as they headed to the front lady. Quietly she told the lady, “The nurse says I earned a sucker. Can I have one, please, Ma’am?” The lady gave her a sucker and told her, “Such manners. Some of the kids here could learn a lesson from you,” while patting her on the head. She then returned to dealing with payment information with Daddie. After Daddie was done, she followed him, sucker in the mouth to the car. Soon, she was strapped in her car seat. After Daddie climbed into the front seat, he made a phone call: “Hello, George. Other than her dizziness, the doctor declares her healthy,” causing Katie Ann to blush and pay attention. … “We won’t know that ‘til she runs the samples.” … “She is in the back strapped in, sucking on her sucker she earned for good behavior.” … “She didn’t seem to mind it. Except for the fact she didn’t like their method of dealing with misbehaving littles. That point is moot because she was a little angel.” … “I will talk to you later, and I will keep you informed.” “Your Daddie George says hi, Buttercup,” Daddie said as he started driving. She was soon involved in ‘Farmer Boy’ as they headed to the next destination. Soon, she felt the car stop. Looking out the window, she hadn’t a clue where she was. She was just parked in front of a building. After helping Katie Ann out of the car, Daddie led her into the building, “Welcome to the Children's Museum,” a lady at the door said. With that, the little girl became very excited and tried to pull him towards where she could see other kids, “Wait, Buttercup, we’ve got to pay first.” After paying, she pulled her Daddie towards the museum proper. They stopped in the first room, which was full of musical instruments. He watched her as she played around with them, smiling to himself about how excited his regressed daughter was to play at this museum. You wouldn’t believe she is really nineteen looking at her. After Katie Ann had her fill in that room, they continued on to other parts of the museum. They stopped to see various rooms, like one totally with logic puzzles. One almost directly from the ‘Goodnight Moon’ story, she especially liked the rube goldberg exhibit room. “The museum is closing in 15 minutes,” the loudspeaker said after they had been there a few hours. “Wow, where did the time go,” Daddie said, “Well, I guess that’s our cue to leave, Buttercup.” He took her hand, and they headed out of the museum towards the car. After she was strapped in, he started towards home. They pulled into the garage after a stop at the local diner for dinner. Coming into the house, Daddie led her to her bedroom after removing her shoes in the mudroom. Katie Ann was lifted onto the changing table and then watched her Daddie change her soaked diaper. She was then helped off the table, and her dress was changed to a princess nightie. “You have another hour before bed, Princess. You’re free to play or hang around either in this room or downstairs in the parlour. I will be watching the TV downstairs,” he told her before walking out of the room. Katie had seen a container of Play-Doh and various toys this morning and decided to play with it at the table in the room. She hadn’t been playing long when Daddie came back with a sippy cup for her and stuck her pacifier in her mouth. Soon, Daddie was back, helping her clean up her mess before leading her to her bed. After tucking her in, he read her another bedtime story.

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Fourteen: Can I Have One Katie wasn’t in such a rush to go back to her room this time after class. Her Daddie had given her thirty minutes today. She made sure everything she needed, including her laundry, was on her bed. She placed the library book inside her activities bag on top of her dirty laundry. Setting her keys and IDs in her laundry, she locked her purse in her drawer. Turning her phone off, she placed that with them, too. Once she grabbed the ‘Secret Garden’ book she checked out of the library this week, she headed out into the cluster to wait. Just as she expected, Tiffany was also in the common room. She told Tiff, “Get some lunch, sister. I will be fine.” The older girl assured Katie that she would get some lunch after the little girl left. Shrugging, Katie just started reading her book, waiting for her Daddie. Almost three-quarters of an hour later, her Daddie walked into the dorm frustrated. After seeing his girl, he apologized, “Sorry for the lateness. Traffic was terrible, Buttercup.” Looking at the clock, she shrugged and replied, “It just turned one-thirty, you are not late,” as she got up to hug him. Seeing the low-cut shirt she was wearing, he wondered out loud about what she was wearing. She gave a reply, “A clean shirt that I don’t mind losing. I haven’t done laundry in about a month. Clean clothes are in short supply.” Tiffany couldn’t hold back her giggles from her little sister’s answer. Katie Ann stuck out her tongue at her big sister for those giggles. That earned her a tap under the chin from Daddie, causing her to jump in surprise. Taking her hand, he said, “Let’s get you changed out of this waste of cloth on your body.” He led her to her dorm room and put a new binder on her after taking her shirt off. Soon, she found a Hello Kitty t-shirt being pulled over her head. She noticed that he had thrown the shirt she used to be wearing in the trash in the room. Then he had her lie down so he could put her in a diaper. Padding done, he put her back in the same jeans and put her shoes back on. Having her sit on her bed, she felt him braiding her hair in pigtails. Soon, she was feeling bows against her ears again, too. Grabbing Katie Ann’s backpack and the laundry basket, he went through the door she opened for him, then she followed him through the door. Back in the commons, she gave Tiffany a hug goodbye, “See you Sunday, big sis.” Tiffany was amazed at the change again and had to get her wits about her. Returning the hug, she said, “You too, little girl.” Katie Ann started down the stairs towards the car, with her Daddie carrying her stuff behind her. Getting to the vehicle, he opened the back and set the items inside. They went to her car door and then strapped her in her car seat. He made sure to take the key with him. He headed back to the trunk to get her car bag before closing the hatch. Setting it next to her, he closed the door. After walking to the driver's seat, he started driving to his home. Settling in for an hour's ride, Katie reached into her activity bag. She found the coloring book and two books, the “Secret Garden” book and a new one, “Farmer Boy’. Where the other library book went, she wasn’t sure. She wondered if there was a magazine in there since she liked to do them first, but found none this trip. She decided to continue reading the Secret Garden book for the ride. They hadn’t even left Mountain before Daddie decided to get lunch, stopping at a Cracker Barrel. After releasing her from the harness, they went hand in hand to the restaurant. Katie Ann, noticing a rack of Halloween costumes, tried to pull Daddie towards them. She was saying excitedly, “Daddie! Costumes!” She was told food first, then they would look in the store. But she insisted on the costumes multiple times, causing him to reply. “I am sure I can find a corner in this place for your nose, Katie Ann Telgenhof.” Knowing he would do it too, she quickly followed him to where the hostess sat them in the dining area. She was handed a children’s menu and a small packet of crayons as she sat down at the table. Flipping the menu over to do the items on the back, Daddie made her pick an item from the front first. Pointing to the grilled cheese sandwich, Katie returned to her fun games. After her sandwich and iced tea were done, she was made to wait till Daddie slowly finished his lunch. Pulling him towards the costumes, she said, “Can I get a costume, Daddie? Plllleeeaaassseee!” Finally, back to the costumes, Daddie had her stand still while he held a few up to her to size them. She was asked if she was a good girl. She responded while having puppy dog eyes, “Daddie, I am always a good girl.” That statement caused him to roll his eyes at her. “Pick one of these. They appear to be your size,” Katie was instructed. She picked out a pink generic princess costume. Daddie tried it on her for size right in the store. Being satisfied with the fit, he put the pointy hat on her head. After that, he put a neck strap under her chin. Leaving the whole kit and caboodle on her, he tied the sash of the costume. He grabbed the tags and led her to the cashier to pay for her new costume and the food. Leading her still in the costume to the car, she was helped into her car seat. He had to really bunch up the skirt to get to her crotch strap. Once he found the strap, he strapped her firmly in the seat. Getting in the front seat, he turned around and said to her, “You have me wrapped firmly around your thumb, silly girl.” He was thinking about how she had just puppy-dogged herself into a costume. Shrugging, Katie Ann just turned back to her book for the continued ride. She was far in the fantasyland of her book. It felt like she was standing right next to Mary from the book. She was shortly pulled out of her book fantasyland by Daddie, saying they were here. Looking out of the front window, she saw a large brick house. From her viewpoint, she could just barely see a turret on the other corner of the house from the driveway. The front corner nearest her was a huge porch. It looked to her that the house had to be built in the late 1800s. Daddie drove to the back, where he parked the car in an attached wood garage. Unstrapping her, she was led into a room he called the mudroom. He stopped to take both of their shoes off. Next, he led her into a large kitchen. She noticed that the table had a high chair sitting at it. She assumed that was for her. They went through the dining room to what he called the parlour. Handing her the activities bag, she was told to keep herself occupied while he got her stuff out of the car. Soon, he was back, and after struggling to check her bottom under all her layers, he said to her, “Buttercup, You are only damp. I have set your homework at the kitchen table. You are to do that while I do your laundry.” Back in the kitchen, she saw that the high chair tray was off. She was surprised when Daddie unexpectedly picked her up and sat her on the chair. Scrunching up her princess costume skirt, he strapped her in. He then put her as close to the table as she could go. Patting her homework bag, he said: “Have at it, Princess.” Nodding, she said, “Ok, Daddie,” while getting her homework out. He handed her a sippy cup full of iced tea before disappearing towards the mudroom. ~o~O~o~ As she was doing the final bit of homework, Katie Ann knew she had a problem, a severe problem. She said loudly with some worry, “Daddie, my diaper is leaking badly.” Not knowing where he was. Not seeing a response, she said it even louder and more worried in her voice. She heard what sounded like footsteps running down the steps. After Daddie skidded to a halt near her, he undid her from the highchair. Helping her down, he led her to the parlour. Once there, he proceeds to strip her of her soaked costume and jeans after removing her hat. “I guess these will have to go to the laundry too, though technically, you are supposed to lose these oversized jeans, anyways,” he told her as he helped her down on a changing pad. While he was changing her, he asked, “Homework all done, Baby?” “I finished the last little bit while I was screaming my head off,” she said with a smirk. When she was finally changed, without putting pants on her, he picked her up and set her in front of the TV. Turning the television on to Disney Junior, he said to her, “I am going to clean your mess up in the kitchen and then cook us some dinner.” She settled into watching the TV, snuggling up with a teddy bear she found in the room. Noticing Daddie coming back into the room, she was surprised when a pacifier got stuck in her mouth before he left again. A program on the TV later she was picked up and carried to the Kitchen. She was soon strapped in the highchair again, this time with the tray. With her bib around her neck, she found a hot dog on the bun cut into slices with baked beans on a princess plate set in front of her. After Daddie placed a sippy cup and toddler silverware next to it, she was instructed to eat it up. Once he finished his own cheeseburger, her face was scrubbed. She was then released and carried in front of the television again. She heard the doorbell ring and watched Daddie go to the front door in the room. “Nice to always see you, Jill. Do you need help?” she heard Daddie say. “Please, there is a container of my supplies in the car. So this is the little cutie I am going to do, Adam?” “Yes, that is Katie Ann,” Daddie said, going out to the car. Jill, a lady about Daddie’s age, stepped into the room holding a bag of materials. The regressed girl couldn’t make out what they all were, but one thing she could tell was there were at least two rolls of duct tape in there. After the words “the little cutie I am going to do” and Tiffany's suspiciousness of Daddie, she started to get worried, no scratch that, she went straight to scared. She was so sure they were going to kill her and dispose of her body. She was so afraid she started hyperventilating, and her heart rate raced. The next thing she knew, the room was spinning, and her breath was gone. Then everything blacked out. Jill was setting stuff down in the kitchen for her tasks when she glanced at Katie Ann. With worry in her voice, she asked Adam, “Did your little girl just blackout and faint?” Adam ran out of the kitchen so fast that Jill had to dodge him. He picked up the lifeless, stiff girl and, with worry, said, “Kathleen? Stay here, Kathleen. Daddie’s got you.” Kathleen started coming to, finding herself on Daddie’s lap, still scared, trying to get away from him. She heard Daddie saying, “Kathleen! Relax! No one is going to hurt you. You being scared isn’t doing your body any good either.” “Aunt Jill here is going to make a dress form out of you. You will not be hurt.” He continued, “Take this aspirin because your head is going to hurt,” handing her a pill while putting water against her lips. “Arms up, little one,” Auntie said. After the little one did it, she found her Hello Kitty tee being pulled off her. The shirt she had on the first time she met Daddie was soon dropped over her head. This shirt was one of her favorites until he had seized it. “Katie Ann, can you stand in the middle of the room? No one is going to hurt you. You are too precious to hurt. Please hold your arms out straight so they are out of the way, too,” Daddie instructed her. Aunt Jill proceeded to wrap her with multiple lays of duct tape. She wrapped Katie’s neck area with a shrink wrap before wrapping that, too. When they were done, she had about three to four layers of duct tape on her from her lower bum to the chin area. Katie noticed that they didn’t do her arms, but they did her shoulders. “Katie Ann, I need you to be completely still while I cut you out of this outfit. I don’t want the scissors nicking you,” Aunt Jill told her. “What next?” Daddie asked as Aunt Jill carefully and slowly cut the little girl out of the duct tape dress form. “You might want to make outfits for grown-up her, right? We will then do her chest next, leaving the messy one for last.” Helping her to her highchair, he strapped her in. He then exchanged her binder for one of her Victoria's Secret bras. They proceeded to wrap her chest and lower neckline with shrink wrap before duct-taping the same area. “I won’t mind if you ruin that bra. She is losing it anyway,” Daddie said as Auntie cut her out. He proceeded to take her bows out of her hair. He told her, “Buttercup, you are going to get really messy with this next step we are going to do,” as he pulled a garbage bag that he had cut an opening in it over her head. She was protected with plastic from her neck down, with only her head sticking out of the bag. Taking what looked like a wig cap, Auntie covered her hair with it. Both of them then started to cover all exposed skin and the wig cap with vaseline. They ignored her eyes for now. Daddie instructed her, “Don’t taste this stuff, especially the stuff to come. They're both icky, Sweetheart.” Putting a paper straw in her mouth, making sure it went in beyond her teeth, he continued with, “Don’t crush this and keep it as still as possible actually keep your whole body as still as possible. We are going to make a mold of your head.” They then started spreading what can only be described as a slimy glob all over her head. When it was just her nose and eyes showing, she was instructed to close her eyes loosely. She felt more Vaseline being put on her. She felt straws being pushed into her nose nostrils next. They spread the silicone over the remaining bits of her face so she was entirely covered. She was told that this coat was one of three, and then they promptly put the other two coats on her. She was then wrapped in plaster, making it so they could easily split it in two later. When everything dried, they took the rear plaster half off her and then, slitting the back of the mold, slid it forward off her, taking extreme care of her ears and where the straws were. Daddie took a wet wipe and, cleaned her mouth and eyes area, and handed her a sippy cup of iced tea. Turning to Aunt Jill, he said, “Thank you for your time and expertise.” “I will let you know when the items are done. I think she deserves a well-earned reward.” “Her reward will have to be a cookie for now. It is time for a bath and then bedtime for her,” he told her Auntie, handing the still very messy girl a cookie. Then he helped Auntie Jill carry all the items back to her car. Coming back to her, he unstrapped her. Slowly, he carried her upstairs in her messy state to the bathroom, where the tub was already filled with bubbles. Taking the bag off over her head and then losing the diaper and bra, all went in the trash in the room. After he removed the wig cap from her hair, he set the girl, whose face and neck were still mostly covered with Vaseline, in the water. Taking wet wipes, he wiped as much of the Vaseline he could off her face. Handing her some toys, Daddie told her he would be back. After a bit, he came back and thoroughly scrubbed the little girl so she looked and felt clean. Taking her out of the tub, she was dried with a towel and wrapped in it, then led her down the hall to a door. Opening the door, she noticed that it was a room with part of it inside the turret. The top of the walls was lavender with a painted flower and a picket fence mural on the bottom half. All furniture in the room looked like dollhouses and matched the bottom half of the walls. Above the picket fenced toddler’s bed, with its dollhouse headboard, were pink letters on the wall, which spelled KATIE ANN in a graceful curve. The letters pointed out that this was indeed her room. Leading her over to a changing table, he picked her up and strapped her down. After putting her padding and a binder on her, he took her down. Soon, a princess nightie was dropped over her head, and then he patted the toddler's bed in the room. After the little girl crawled into the bed, he tucked her in and asked her, “How is your head?” Katie Ann answered, “It huurrrtttsss Daddie.” “Unfortunately, I can’t give you another pill. It has not been long enough. We will be seeing a doctor about the dizziness and headaches that you have.” And with his piece spoken, he pulled a book from the dollhouse headboard and started reading to the little girl. When I was little, I was a baby. When I was little, I cried a lot. Now, I use words. NO! When I was little, I didn’t know I was a girl. My mom told me. * ~o~O~o~ *:When I was Little by Jamie Lee Curtis

Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne Proofread by Jamie M ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twelve: You Forget Article 9? After Daddie woke Katie Ann up in her bed in the morning, she was led to the bathroom, where she was stripped naked and placed in an already-filled tub full of bubbles. While she was playing with some bath toys she found in the water, he was undoing her ruined updo from her sleeping on it. Finished with the hair, he turned to wash the regressed girl. He made sure to scrub her face well in case he missed any makeup last night. She was told to close her eyes, and a bucket full of water was dropped over her head. He must have shampooed her hair three times, working it in well before putting some conditioner in her hair. By then, she looked like a drowned rat. Helping her out of the tub, she was well dried, and her damp hair was wrapped in a towel. She was led back to the nursery, where he put another binder on her. He slowly pulled a green t-shirt that had Tinkerbell on it over her head, struggling a bit because of the towel. After picking her up and strapping her down to a changing table, he took care of her padding. Ruffled socks with green bows that matched her shirt were the next to go on. He fed her feet through the leg openings of a pair of denim shortalls. He placed her back on the ground after buttoning the sides of her shortall and releasing her from the table. Looking down, she noticed that the outfit also had a Tinkerbell on the front of it. After doing up the shortall straps, she was led back to the kitchen table in the suite proper. Again, she was purring as he blow-dried her hair, and then he braided it in French pigtails again. Soon, she felt bows against her ears again, too. He then put a pair of Princess light-up tennis shoes on her feet. Putting a bowl of cereal in front of her, she was told to eat up. Daddie also told her she could play until it was time to leave after she ate. She went to grab the toddler spoon next to her while Daddie was tying the bib around her neck. Soon, she was telling Daddie she was done. She noticed Daddie was in the process of putting some stuff away from the large pile of things by the door. A large dress bag that she thought probably held the dress from last night was lying over the top of the carrier she came here in. The crate looked full, with her homework bag just barely visible in the door. So, she made the assumption she wasn’t going back to college that way. Daddie came over and removed her bib and then escorted her to the door, telling her, “I will come and get you in an hour or two.” Once in the hall, she skipped quickly towards the playroom, running down the steps a little too fast. She had to sit on the bottom step for a few minutes because she felt a dizzy spell coming on. One of the kids from yesterday came up to her and asked if she was okay. She answered, “Give me a minute to let my heart rate go down. I get dizzy if my heart rate gets too high.” Her lightheadedness gone, she ran excitedly to the huge Duplo play table to play with them. ~o~O~o~ She was in the middle of making her third change to the marble run track when she had the feeling someone was standing behind her. Looking behind her, she saw it was her Daddie. She lisped, “Daddie,” while hugging him. He told her, “We need to get on the road,” while taking her hand. She was led out of the pediatric wing, down to the lobby via the steps, and to a bathroom. Placing her on another adult-size changing table, he made her bottom dry. Once that was done, she was led to the valet stand right outside the main entrance. “Sir Adam, your Escalade will be here soon,” the Valet told them. When the blue Cadillac showed up, the valet opened the passenger back seat. Looking in, Katie Ann noticed there was a lavender car seat there. She assumed that it was for her, which was confirmed when Daddie helped her into it. She expected him to seat belt her in. She was, however, surprised when Daddie strapped her in with a five-point harness. He took what looked like a plastic key with him after she was strapped in. After he got in the front, he told her, “Katie Ann, there is a bag of car activities next to you, and next to that is a lap desk.” She felt the car moving as she looked in the bag. There were two magazines inside it, the coloring book from yesterday, and a book that appeared to be a library book. She also discovered a pack of crayons and a box of colored pencils. The magazines were ‘Disney Princess’ and ‘Highlights for Children,’ and they were addressed to ‘Katie Ann Telgenhof’ at what she assumed to be Daddie’s address. She noticed the book was ‘Little House in the Big Woods,’ and it appeared to be checked out from the Riverville Library. Taking the lap desk, she grabbed the Princess magazine and a crayon and started on a puzzle in it. They weren’t on the road for long when she heard Daddie shout, “Get out of the road, you big fucking dimwit!” Looking up from the story she was reading in the same magazine, she saw a large buck in the middle of their lane of the two-lane road. The deer saw no reason to move, apparently, and she soon felt the car swerve. The swerve caused her head to jerk sideways into the head protection that was prebuilt in her car seat. The harness prevented her body from moving, but the swerve had caused her reading material to go to the other side of the car out of her reach. She listened for the sound of a crash, but none came, which made her quite pleased. Daddie, being very shaken up, pulled off the road when he came to a broad shoulder spot. Leaning down against the steering wheel to catch his wits, he jerked his head up when he remembered that his adoptive daughter was in the backseat. Turning around, he asked, “You okay, Buttercup?” “I am fine, Daddie. My chair protected me, though my bag is on the other side of the car,” was her reply. Giving her back the bag, he told her, “Let me take a few, then we'll be back on the road.” After taking a few minutes, Daddie continued driving. They may have been back on the road in maybe a half-hour when Daddie pulled into a McDonalds. After parking, he came to her side door and whispered to her, “How old are you?” “Seven, Daddie?” She asked quietly, unsure. He patted her head, “Very good, Buttercup,” he told her. Satisfied, he used the key to let her out of the car seat. Taking her hand, they went into order. He got her a girl’s chicken nugget happy meal with iced tea. She didn’t catch what he ordered himself. She was too busy looking at the big play area, complete with tubes, slides, and a ball pit. She felt a hand on her back directing her to a table near the play area. She tried to claim ‘not hungry’ halfway through her meal so she could get to the play area faster, but it didn’t work. With a pout on her face, she ate the rest of the meal. After she was really done, Daddie removed her shoes after telling her she could play for about thirty minutes. “Katie Ann, we have to get back on the road; we have some people expecting us,” Daddie told her as he put her shoes back on. After she was strapped in, they were back on the road. She grabbed the Highlights because she had finished the other magazine. About an hour later, she was engrossed in the book when Daddie said, “We are at our destination, Katie Ann.” She looked up to see she was at … HER PARENTS HOUSE?!?!?!? Knowing how she was dressed, she got very scared. She angrily shouted, “Why are we here? Get me the fucking hell out of here!” She tried to escape from the confines of the child seat, thrashing this way and that way. Any place but here would be better, even the neighbor's playhouse in their backyard. Try as she might, though, she was stuck in the chair. “KATHLEEN ANNABELLE TELGENHOF, do I have to remind you about Article 2 and Article 9?” Calming down, she shook her head violently, no, while pouting. Releasing her from her prison, he held her hand firmly and went to the door her father had opened for them. “Nice to finally meet you after all this talking. I am George, this is my wife, Marlene,” her father said. “Adam and you, of course, know Katie Ann,” Daddie Adam said while shaking hands with both of her parents. “Why the pouty face, sweetie?” Marlene asked. “She isn’t too happy to be here. As a matter of fact, I think she is quite upset to be here. She was happily reading a book until five minutes ago,” Daddie Adam mentioned. “I think she was going to run and hide if she could get out of the car, weren’t you?” Katie just slowly nodded her head. Her mother asked her, “How would you get back to college without letting us see you?” “I didn’t think that, though,” she admitted. “Do you have a location to change her bottom?” Daddie changed the subject. “I will gladly do it,” her mother replied. “Cheers. Here is her diaper bag and her crotch unsnaps,” Daddie Adam mentioned, handing her mother a lavender diaper bag. Marlene led her daughter to the little girl’s room. After the door was closed, she started interrogating her, “Are you happy with this lifestyle? Why the pouty face? Are you being mistreated?” Katie Ann took a breath as she lay down on the bed and replied slowly as if getting her thoughts, “I am not being mistreated. Like my now Daddie said, I was quite happy with this lifestyle ‘til five minutes ago. As a matter of fact, it felt exactly right, and I was having fun. He dressed me up as a cat on Friday. That outfit's tail was the only thing this whole weekend. I really didn’t think you and my bio-Daddie would ever find out. Are you happy with me?” “Okay. Just making sure you are not being mistreated. We’re happy as long as you are happy. I want you to call if you are being mistreated,” was Marlene’s reply as she changed her daughter. “I have to admit, I thought I was well done changing your diapers,” she teased. “Speaking about that, how do you like wearing diapers again?” she continued. Katie could only blush as her mother snapped her shortall back up. “Strangely, I found I don’t mind them peeing. I find the solid stuff unpleasant, but I don’t have a choice in the matter,” she answered her Mommy. As she was being led back to the living room, she heard her Daddie George telling her other Daddie, “Thank you for sending us a copy of the contract,” which caused her mouth to drop open in shock. Daddie Adam, seeing the regressed girl, instructed her, “Now that you are dry, you can stick your nose in the corner for your language in the car,” causing her to pout yet again. “What are your long-term plans for her?” her father asked as she stuck her nose in the corner. “I don’t mind you knowing, but I do mind her knowing. How about I tell you that when I call about the details this week. I will make sure the doctor's office gets the insurance card you just gave me.” her other Daddie answered, completely ignoring the fact she was in the room being punished. She heard her father, George, confirm that was ok. “As I promised you the first time I contacted you last month, I will keep you firmly in the loop about what is happening to Katie Ann,” her Daddie Adam said. Katie Ann thought about how she got here, being punished in the house she grew up in. Not by her parents but by someone she met online. While her parents watched and allowed it without comment. It also seemed to her that her parents knew more about what was going to happen to her than she did. She knew she had no leg to stand on to complain about that. Daddie made the choices for her while she was with him. Like it or not, she felt pulled to him and would go to the ends of the earth to follow him. “Dinner is ready,” her Mommie said from the kitchen. After being told she could get out of the corner, she took her regular seat at the table. However, the bib she found around her neck was far from ordinary. After her mother set a cup of peach tea in front of her, Daddie Adam asked, “What is that?” “Peach Tea, it is her favorite,” her mommie said with a hint of questioning if she had done something wrong. “I will allow it. Katie Ann, remember - two hands,” he answered. After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs and a small bowl of cookie dough ice cream for dessert, Daddie Adam mentioned they better get on the road if Buttercup wants to get to college today. Her mother handed Daddie Adam a small stack of papers, telling him, “Here is some mail for her.” Soon, Katie was strapped back in the car seat, and she settled back into her book for the hour long journey. When they were back at the college, after letting her out of the car, she was handed her car activity bags. They then stopped at the back, where he grabbed her backpack and another bag. Taking her hand, the two of them walked back up to the cluster. When she walked into the room, everyone was so shocked by her appearance that all their mouths dropped as a group. Katie Ann ignored them, opened her door, and found Allison doing homework in the room. She greeted her. “Nice clothes and hair, Kath,” Ally mentioned. “Thank you, I like them,” Katie said as Daddie put the two bags on her bed. “OK, Katie Ann, I will see you in two weeks. Make sure that book gets back to me then,” Daddie told her as he hugged her. After he was gone, she looked to see what was in the other bag and found where the stuff he took with him was. Looking in it, she found her phone, keys, both IDs, the mail her mother had given him, and a pack of girls’ Huggies pull-ups. Grabbing the book and her phone out of the car bag, she headed out to the cluster. She decided she would deal with the rest later.

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 Seven: The First Outfit The days flew by now that classes were now in session. Owner let Buttercup know she had a new rule on top of her bedtime. She was also to do her homework before anything else. A few days after she sent the contract, she was told in one of her many nightly Yahoo chats with Owner that it had arrived, and he would begin making plans for the first weekend. She was also let know that she would be spending Labor Day with Owner. Tiffany, true to her word, kept an eye on the relationship between Kath and Owner. Every two or three days, she quizzed Kath on what was going on. Kath thought it was a double-ended sword. It was nice to be loved that much, but she thought it was a little annoying that she couldn’t cough without Tiffany wanting information. Before Kathleen knew it was the last Thursday of August, the day before she was supposed to see Owner for the first time. Ding went her phone, “Buttercup, your last class of the day on Friday ends at 12:30?” “Yes, I usually eat afterward.” “I will feed you. I will be there between 12:45 and 1. Be kneeling on your bed, with your homework sitting next to you and your purse next to it.” were her instructions from Owner. “Yes, Sir” “Oh, you might want to make sure to use the bathroom beforehand. It will be a few hours before you can go.” “Ok, Sir” After she received her instructions, the two of them talked about other non-important stuff, the usual everyday stuff. Later, about nine at night, as Kath was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, she heard a knock on the door. Allison had let whoever it was in and told them she was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Finally done with her nighttime routine, she walked out of the bathroom and found Tiffany sitting on her bed, but no Allison was visible. “When is Adam picking you up?” Tiffany demanded the second Kath stepped into the room. “Where is Allison?” Kath asked, trying to see if she was on the top bunk. Pointing out towards the closed door, Tiff answered. “Out there.” “My instructions are to be kneeling on my bed, with my homework and purse on it, from 12:45 to 1 o’clock,” Kath, looking much relieved at the fact Allison wasn’t here for this discussion. Getting up from the bed, Tiffany patted it and said: “Get in, little sister, I will tuck you in.” Blushing, Kath got in the bed, and true to her word, Tiffany tucked her in like a young girl. She had a love/hate relationship with being treated like the little girl she looked like. She was nineteen years old, not seven or eight years old, and it kind of made her embarrassed. Yet, on the other hand, it made her feel loved and warmed inside, too. Tiffany handed Kath one of her stuffed animals that she had sitting around, decorating the room, before walking to the door and turning off the lights after saying good night to Kathleen. ~o~O~o~ Usually, Kathleen dilly-dallied around after class so she wouldn’t be underfoot, but today, she was ready to go right when it was done. She was very thankful that the professor got done two minutes early today, which gave her a whole seventeen minutes to be ready. She rushed back to her room, making sure not to raise her heartbeat too much. Today was not a day for a dizzy spell and/or a headache. By the time she got outside her door, she had seven minutes left. Pausing to open her door, she noticed that Tiffany was doing homework in the common room located in the chair that looked at her door. She thought this was odd because Tiff usually did her homework in her room, lying down on her bed. She didn’t have time to worry about it, so she ran into the room. After making sure the door was unlocked, she threw her bag on her bed and then ran to the bathroom to follow instructions. Coming out of the bathroom, she put some more textbooks in her backpack and made sure her cell phone, keys, wallet, and anything else she needed was in her purse. She uprighted the backpack and set the purse next to it before pausing to take a breath. Looking at the clock, she noticed she had one minute to spare. After crawling on the bed, she knelt down, placed her hands behind her, and just stared at the door, not knowing how long it would be. ~o~O~o~ Tiffany usually was eating lunch right now, but right now, she was camped out in the common room, kind of doing homework, kind of watching Kathleen’s door. Allison had left for class about thirty minutes ago, and Kath had… she looked at the time, twelve thirty-five… ten minutes to get ready. She hoped that Kath doesn’t have another dizzy and shortness of breath spell. She would personally hold this Adam responsible if she does. Hearing the patter of short footsteps, she looked up to see Kathleen fast-walk in … looking at the clock on the microwave, twelve thirty-eight… cutting it close, girl. She returned to her homework but still kept an eye on the door. She wasn’t exactly happy about her adoptive little sister's choice, but she wasn’t going to stop her. She noticed a handsome guy walk in, carrying a carrier or crate. She couldn’t tell what because it had a cover over it. The guy walked up to Kath’s door and, knocked on it, and then opened the door and went in. It was soon closed, and she heard what sounded like a click of a lock. She looked at the microwave … twelve fifty. Again, she returned to her homework, not sure how long he would be in there. She hoped it was before she had to go to class at two-thirty. ~o~O~o~ Buttercup wasn’t sure how long she stared at that door before she heard a knock, to which she responded with the ability to come in. As he stepped into the room, she could see he was as handsome as his picture. He stopped to lock the door after closing it, then set the sizeable covered object on the bed next to her. Flipping part of the cover-up, Buttercup could see it was a dog crate?!? Opening the door, he pulled a duffle bag out and set it next to the crate. Turning finally to her, he addressed her, “Hello, my pretty Buttercup. Where is Allison, and how long will she be gone?” while kissing her on the forehead. “She has class ‘til after three, Sir.” “Great, plenty of time to get you dressed and out of here. Now, no more talking. Once you figure out what you are, you can make as many sounds as it makes whenever you want. BUT, only sounds it makes,” were the instructions while Owner looked at the alarm clock. Buttercup could only nod her head as she was turned to face the wall. She heard the duffle being open, then what felt like a ribbon tying her wrists together. Owner then went to work expertly french braiding her hair while telling her that his neighbor’s girl loved allowing him to practice on her. Hair done, he forced her to lay down on her back, with her feet towards the foot of the bed. She felt her shoes and socks being taken off. She next lost her pants and watched him set them on top of the shoes next to her. She felt her panties being pulled down next, and she blushed, knowing she was completely naked from the waist down. Laying perfectly still, she saw that Owner returned to the duffle bag, took a large amount of cloth out, looked through it, grabbed one of her feet, and started to feed her foot in it, then did the same to the other. She couldn’t really get a good view of it other than it appeared to be a one-piece outfit. But the top portion was lying on top of her legs. The little bit that she could see looked to be chunks of white, brown, and black. After Owner helped her back into a kneeling position, she could feel a lot of padding around her feet. They had grown sideways. After measuring the distance between her head and Allison’s bunk, he picked her up and set her down on Allison’s desk chair, which happened to be closest to the bed. She felt the ribbon being untied from her wrists, and then she raised her arms up after being told to do it. She lost her shirt almost the second she raised them. Stopping to place the folded shirt on the pile of her clothes, he grabbed something from the duffle. Her tiny, most fancy bra was the last thing she lost. It, too, went on the pile. He replaced it with a small corset-looking device, except it went on her chest, not her waist. He fastened it in the front, using what looked like sturdy metal hooks. She then felt him pull strings behind her back. “This is a binder. It will make you flat-chested. It will be a little uncomfortable ‘til you get used to being bound,” he told her as he pulled more and more on the strings. There wasn’t a lot of string to pull because she didn’t have big breasts. True to his word, when he was done, her chest felt uncomfortable, not a painful uncomfortable, but a different feeling uncomfortable. After setting her back on the bed, she was told to make a fist with her right arm, which he helped feed in the outfit’s arm. After making sure her hand was still in a fist, he helped her feed it in her paw, … her paw? Testing the waters, she quietly meowed. “That is right, Buttercup is a kitty cat, calico one to be exact,” as he tied a hidden ribbon under her wrist. When he was done, Buttercup realized she couldn’t get that fist out of the paw even if she wanted to, and there was no room in it to stretch the hand out. Her left arm he just fed in the outfit arm. He didn’t worry about the fist. She discovered why, when the hand reached the wrist, the paw wasn’t fully attached to the outfit. It was only attached to the bottom. “Meow?” she questioned while he helped her now-fisted hand into the paw, tying it on the glove end of the wrist like before, before doing two buttons on either side of her wrist. “Buttercup will find out what that is for when we get to where we are going.” She nodded her head while meowing. She felt the back zipper being zipped partially before being turned to face him. Taking a package of wet wipes out of the duffle, he asked her if she wore any makeup. She replied with a meow while shaking her head, no. Scrubbing her face with the wet wipe while, he said, “This is where we find out if Buttercup has a latex allergy.” With a serious tone, he continued, “If Kathleen’s face starts feeling all itchy and hot, you are to ignore all previous instructions and tell me loudly, okay.” Buttercup meowed while nodding her head yes. “That wasn’t the answer I wanted, Kathleen,” he said, still in a severe tone. Racking her brain, she tried to figure out what answer he wanted before trying, “Yes, Sir,” meekly. Patting her on the head, he praised her with, “Very good, Buttercup.” Turning to the duffle, he grabbed what looked like a bottle of something and two masks. After putting the stuff on the bottle on the lower part of her face, he then spread the same stuff on one mask before putting it on her chin area. Doing the same with the other half, taking extreme care around her eyes, he slowly put the other one on her face, again taking extreme care with her eyes. Looking towards where her nose should be, she saw she didn’t have a noticeable nose in her vision anymore, and she had whiskers that moved when she wiggled her actual nose. Her headpiece was then helped over her head from her chest where it had been hanging before. After that was done, he then finished zipping her up, with the two zippers meeting at the neckline. Digging in the duffle, he pulled out what looked like a collar and a flea collar package. She could only blush at the last one, not that you would notice with the mask. Meekly, she just meowed. He made sure she would see the zip tie he held in his hand before he zipped-tied the two zippers together. After placing the two collars on her, he went for the pink ribbon that he had left earlier on Allison’s desk. Tying that around her neck with a bow, he then helped her lie down on her front, looking towards the duffle. Spreading her legs, he grabbed the same stuff he used on her face before using it to glue the outfit to her skin around a hole between her legs and around her butt hole. She saw him pull something out of the now empty-looking duffle, bringing it to her field of vision. She could see it was a tail attached to a …. BUTT PLUG. She promptly hissed her complaints and tried to force her bum hole closed. Chuckling, he just ignored her hisses and placed it exactly where she thought it was going after making sure she was well-lubed. After she felt it being inserted, she felt it inflating inside her. She couldn’t remove it if she wanted to, and she really wanted to. “Ok, Buttercup, you are dressed. Climb in your carrier and look out the door so you can see what I am doing.” She discovered that her collar had a bell on it as she moved to the crate. Ring ring went said bell on Buttercup’s collar as she crawled in the carrier. She noticed that it was quite roomy for her, and it had a very soft pet bed in it to make her comfortable. It appeared to be a good-sized plastic dog crate. Turning to look out of the open door, she noticed that he had put everything but her purse and homework in the duffle. The last wouldn’t fit even if he tried. He poured the contents of her purse out on the bed and started sifting through it. She noticed that he picked up the pack of gum she had bought this morning and threw it in the trash. She wondered if that was going to be a new rule on top of the other rules: promptly doing homework and bedtime. Grabbing her phone, he turned it off and set it aside. Digging through her wallet, he pulled out her driver's license that he put in his pocket. He continued looking through the wallet for something before addressing her, “Buttercup, where is your college ID, and does that let you in the doors after hours?” Pointing a paw to the little bag on her keyring, she meowed and nodded affirmatively. After taking the bag off the keys, he set them aside before placing the college ID on top of them. The bag was placed with the rest of the purse contents, which he put back in the purse. Being told which desk was Buttercup’s, he put the purse in the desk drawer before locking it up with her keys. He placed her now-off phone, keys, and college ID in a side pocket of the duffle after taking a luggage lock out of it. Closing the door of the pet carrier, he locked her in it. “Ok, Buttercup, all your homework and laptop and its cord are in your bag?” She just meowed from behind the bars, to which he responded by closing the flap of the cover, putting her in mostly darkness. She heard something being put on top of the carrier and then felt herself being carried away. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed.

Chapter 18 In the following days, not only did Viola seem to adjust well in the new environment, but her mother did as well. Although she was initially there just to help Viola settle into kindergarten, she naturally began taking care of the other children too, and in doing so became a real pillar of support for Mrs. Müller. Her presence suddenly made activities possible that previously would have been impossible for Mrs. Müller to carry out alone. I couldn't stifle a big yawn as I sat down next to Nora at the lunch table, after an unusually extensive long group game. A heaviness settled over my eyelids that I could hardly fight off. Uncertainty washed over me: Was the growing exhaustion perhaps due to the fact that lunch was delayed by three-quarters of an hour because of the prior activity? Had I already become so accustomed to the nap that I now needed it just like the other children? After all, I would normally be in my crib by this time, and the other girls also seemed more tired than usual as we sat down for lunch. Most likely, I was just unnecessarily worrying about having become so accustomed to life as a toddler that a nap had become indispensable for me. My tiredness was probably more attributable to the fact that I had been feeling unwell all morning. And the abdominal pain I was experiencing led me to suspect that my discomfort was likely due to the unfortunate fact that I would soon get my period. "Anna, would you be so kind as to quickly put bibs on the children while I fetch lunch from the kitchen?" Mrs. Müller asked Viola's mother before disappearing from the room. A whiff of sweet perfume filled the air as Anna positioned herself behind me. With practiced hands, Viola's mother spread the colorful bib over me and tied it around my neck. It was crazy, every night after I was put to bed and alone in my sister's room, I literally masturbated myself to sleep thinking about her. After weeks of sexual abstinence - with the beginning of my therapy I had lost all desire - her pure presence had managed to reawaken my lust, even though there were truly nicer things than satisfying oneself in a diaper. Not to mention the constant fear that my mother could hear me over the baby monitor. But all this had not been able to stop my lust, which was ignited by this woman. And yet, when Anna was in the immediate vicinity at the kindergarten, I couldn't utter a single word, even though what I desired most was to get closer to her. Instead, my eyes secretly followed her at all times. This time was no different; I said nothing, only watched as she gently moved on to the rest of the children to put their bibs on. Each of her movements seemed so graceful, so full of care, that I lost myself in the silent poetry of this simple act. I could have watched her for hours, yet in the next moment all the bibs were in place, and lunch had arrived at the dining table. It didn't take long for my fatigue to finally take over while eating. My eyes kept closing, and several times the food slipped off my spoon, landing pitifully on my bib. Mrs. Müller, of course, didn't miss this. 'Emily, more food is ending up on your bib than in your mouth. I'll take you to bed, and you can eat more later if you're still hungry,' she finally told me, after I had dozed off yet again, spilling a spoonful of pudding onto myself. She took off my bib, led me to the changing table, put on my nightgown, and quickly checked my diaper. 'Dry. That's good,' she noted, almost more to herself than to me. She lovingly put me into my crib and placed my little teddy bear next to me. As soon as I cuddled up to him, fatigue completely overcame me, and I slipped into a deep, restful sleep. I awoke with an unpleasant pressure in my stomach that made me wince, and realized in that same moment that I urgently needed my potty. My hands instinctively grabbed the bars of my crib, attempting to push them aside to escape my little prison, but it was futile. On my own, I couldn't get out of this damn bed. Mrs. Müller, Mrs. Müller?' I called out softly, my voice barely louder than a gentle whisper. I didn't want to be too loud, fearing I would wake the other girls. But I needed to get out of here. My eyes scanned the room, hoping to find Mrs. Müller so she could help me out of bed and onto my potty, but the only person I saw was Viola's mother. She looked up from her smartphone at the sound of my calls, casting a questioning glance in my direction. She set her smartphone aside, stood up, and approached me with quiet, deliberate steps. 'Is everything alright, Emily? Mrs. Müller is away for a moment, but perhaps I can help you,' she said with a loving gentleness that further twisted my insides. I would have preferred if it weren't the very woman I admired so much who had to assist me in such an intimate matter. But it seemed I had no other choice unless I wanted to risk an accident. Kneeling in the bed, my hands gripping the bars of the crib, I began to explain my dire situation. 'I really need to—,' I began, but before I could finish the sentence, the unimaginable happened. Without me being able to do anything about it, my bowels discharged and filled all of their contents into my diaper. A feeling of warmth spread through my crotch as the pulpy mass settled between my legs. The diaper, which had already been wet before, but had nevertheless been firmly attached to my crotch, was suddenly literally pulled down by the additional weight. I was too shocked to utter a sound. All I could do was look at Anna with horrified eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion after I had suddenly stopped speaking mid-sentence. 'What do you urgently need, Emily?' she asked me, puzzled. But then, the unmistakable smell broke through the silence, explaining my situation in a way that words could not have done better. Anna's face shifted from confusion to gentle understanding. 'Ah, I see you have a full diaper, sweetheart,' she said, her voice devoid of any blame or criticism. Tears began to flow and I was unable to withstand the wave of emotions that washed over me. Until this point, I had considered myself superior to the other children because, unlike them, I had never done my 'big business' in a diaper. Even Nora, who was already quite advanced in potty training, had once filled her diaper. Now, my last sense of superiority was shattered. I was just like all the other children here. I wore diapers, bibs, and emptied my bladder and bowels into a diaper if I wasn't put on a potty quickly enough. Mrs. Weber and my mother had been right: This group was exactly at my level of development. I belonged here. Anna unlocked and opened the bars of my crib. 'Hey, it's not a big deal. Sometimes these things happen. It's not the end of the world,' she comforted me, taking my head gently into her hands. 'Come on, let me change your diaper quickly, and then the world will look very different. As she helped me out of the bed and led me to the changing table, I felt the unpleasant fullness of the diaper with every movement. Every step seemed to shift the mushy mass inside my diaper, and the fact that we were moving away from the scene of the event did nothing to change the fact that the unpleasant smell of my excrements followed us at every step. I was literally disgusted by myself, and I felt so incredibly sorry for Anna, who also had to endure this stench. Tears were still streaming down my face when I lay down on the changing table. Involuntarily, my hands clenched around my still-aching stomach after I had laid down. Anna noticed this as well. "You have a stomachache, don't you?" she asked, concerned. I could only nod. Emotionally, I was not yet able to express myself any other way. Anna disappeared for a brief moment and then returned to me. Before I could realize what was happening, she put something into my mouth. 'This will surely help with your stomachache,' she said reassuringly as she patted my face. Only then did I realize she had just given me a pacifier—specifically, a medication pacifier. In my current state, plagued by agonizing stomach pains, I was even willing to accept the silly pacifier. At that moment, I would have taken anything that promised potential relief. Hopeful, I began to suck on the Pacifier, and in the next moment, the sweet taste of the medication released in small doses filled my mouth. I hoped it would work quickly. Eagerly sucking on my Pacifier, I had to watch as Viola's mother lifted my nightgown, unfastened the adhesive strips of my diaper, and exposed my feces-covered crotch. I don't think anything in my life had ever been more embarrassing. Even wetting the kitchen floor in front of my mother suddenly seemed trivial in comparison. I couldn't even count how many wet wipes Anna ended up needing to clean my crotch of my excrements, but one thing was certain: never had diaper cream and a fresh diaper felt so good afterward. After Anna had finally changed my diaper, she didn't lead me back to my crib but to the small sofa situated in a cozy corner of the group room. She helped me lie down and covered me with a soft blanket. Then she briefly disappeared and returned with a baby bottle. “With diarrhea, it's especially important to stay hydrated, Emily," Anna informed me. She sat down next to me on the sofa and asked me to lay my head on her lap. With a gentle motion, she removed the pacifier from my mouth and replaced it with the baby bottle of water. Embarrassed but somehow still grateful, I began to suckle on it, and the cool liquid alleviated some of the discomfort in my still-aching stomach. My eyelids grew heavier with each sip, and fatigue seemed to be overtaking me once again. But just as I was about to drift back into sleep, the sound of a door opening jolted me awake. Mrs. Müller entered the room and looked around, puzzled. 'Is everything alright? Why isn't Emily in her bed?' she wondered. Anna looked up and replied, 'Emily had a messy diaper. I've just changed her.' Confused, Mrs. Müller looked at me. "That never happened before" she noted, "up until now, Emily has even avoided doing her big business in her potty at kindergarten."’ Indeed, up until this moment, I had done everything in my power to do my big business at home with my mother. She was the only one in front of whom I had managed to perform this degrading act on my potty. To avoid doing it in front of anyone else, I had even gone so far as to suppress the urge to go for hours on end. 'I believe Emily has diarrhea,' Anna finally explained to Mrs. Müller with compassion. But before I could catch what Mrs. Müller replied, I had already fallen back asleep. I only awoke when Mrs. Müller called me for the afternoon snack. Unfortunately, sleep had done nothing to alleviate my stomach pains. Unsure if I even had an appetite, I dragged myself, still half-asleep and in my nightgown, to the dining area. Only when I sat down did I become aware of the unusual feeling in my mouth. To my horror, I realized that the pacifier was back between my lips. Apparently, Anna had put it back in my mouth after I had dozed off, and I had slept with it the whole time. Annoyed, I took the thing out; the medication in it was already used up, and my condition had not improved anyway. I intended to simply set the pacifier aside, but to my chagrin, I discovered that it was attached to my nightgown with a string and a clip. Just as I was about to remove the silly thing, Mrs. Müller appeared with my bib and my food portion, and the next moment, the pacifier was not only hidden under my bib but also out of my mind. Viola and her mother had apparently already left, as they were neither at the lunch table nor anywhere else in the room. Their acclimation phase was probably not far along enough for them to spend the entire day here. Listlessly, without much appetite, I chewed on a piece of apple when I felt another cramping pain in my stomach. It took no more than a second for my bowels to empty themselves into my up-until-then clean diaper again. My faith was completely shattered. Here I was, 19 years old, with a bib around my neck and a soiled diaper around my hips. Yet instead of reporting my mishap to Mrs. Müller so that I could quickly be changed out of my nasty, dirty diaper, I handled it like the other children here and kept my accident to myself. I knew she would sooner or later notice the state of my diaper, but out of sheer embarrassment, I couldn't bring myself to inform her about my accident. So, disgusted by the feeling between my legs and the smell surrounding me, I continued to chew my food as normal, until the moment the odor reached Mrs. Müller. What followed was the same routine that happened every time someone had soiled their diaper. Mrs. Müller asked the group who had a full diaper. As usual, no one came forward. Then she went around the table and checked each child. When she finally got to me, a quick lift of my nightgown and a glance at my diaper was all it took to identify me as the culprit. With my face flushed red, I was led to the changing table, where for the second time that day, I was freed from my smelly diaper. No sooner had Mrs. Müller put on my fresh diaper, the door opened and my mother appeared in the room. With a concerned expression, she rushed over to me. "Emily, Mrs. Müller called me earlier and said you weren't feeling well. How are you?" she asked lovingly, as she gave me a kiss on the forehead to greet me. "Not so good, Mom, my stomach still hurts," I answered softly, tears in my eyes. Believe it or not, a sense of relief washed over me at the sight of my mother. I was glad she had come to take me home and look after me. "Oh, my darling, everything will be alright, Mom's here," my mother comforted me, taking me lovingly into her arms. Meanwhile, Mrs. Müller explained to her once again what had happened. She told her that I had started to have stomach pains during naptime and that she had just changed my full diaper for the second time today. My mother finally picked me up and was just about to take me out of the room when she noticed the medicated pacifier still dangling from my nightgown. "What's in this?" she asked skeptically, pointing to the pacifier. "It's a homeopathic remedy for stomach pains. Viola's mother, who's currently getting her child accustomed to the kindergarten, gave Emily this remedy because she was in so much pain," Mrs. Müller explained. Great, just what I needed. I had hoped that Viola's mother wasn't one of those alternative medicine weirdos. But whatever, nobody's perfect. On the other hand, my mother simply nodded understandingly, as if that was the best thing that could have been done in this situation. "Please thank her for me," she said to Mrs. Müller before we left the room. If you like my story and would like to support me, you can do so on Patreon (patreon.com/SweetLittleEmily). There, you will also find additional chapters, and a new chapter is published twice a month.

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 Three: Cheeky Little Submissive “Kathleen, you have a phone call from an Allison,” her mother yelled from the kitchen, which caused Kathleen to run to the phone. “Hello Allison, nice to hear from you,” she answered. … “Yes, I will be there sometime in the afternoon on the Thirteenth.” … “Good to hear.” … “Yes, I was in the same hall last year. The Whitlatter is a cluster-style girls' dorm with eight to ten rooms around a central common room. Our particular cluster is ten rooms.” … “No, each room has its own bathroom, and each room has two of everything: a closet, a desk, a dresser, and, of course, a bed for each girl.” … “Yes, the desks have internet connections, and there is WiFi in the dorm.” … “The common sitting rooms have a small kitchenette, and television, through the channels, leaves a lot to be desired.” … “Where did you transfer from?” … “Nice to know. It was nice to talk to you, talk to you on the thirteenth.” … “You too,” Kathleen replied before hanging up the phone. Wandering back to her laptop in her bedroom, she noticed that she had about three messages from Master, one that quizzed her if she was ready for bed, and two that asked, “Are you actually there?” with a buzz. She answered Master with, “Master, Buttercup, sorry about the interruption. Her college roommate called her. Buttercup will get ready for bed now.” She didn’t have to wait long for Master’s reply, “Master will excuse Buttercup this time.” The message was followed by a winking smile. She ran to get ready for bed, just in the silly case Master was omnipresent. She had already left him in mid-conversation to talk to her roommate on the phone. She didn’t want to upset him more. Coming back from the bathroom, she typed on the computer, “Buttercup is ready for bed.” “*patting Buttercup on the head* Very good behaving Buttercup. Does my girl have any plans for tomorrow?” “I will do my normal five hours of volunteering tomorrow.” “What time do you start, and often do you do that?” “I usually start at the zoo opening at nine a.m. Usually Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and sometimes Sundays.” “Since you volunteer, what does Buttercup do for income?” “Buttercup has a nice allowance from her parents. Not many places want to hire someone who looks like a grade school student.” “What does Girl want to do for a living after college?” “A veterinarian or a zookeeper.” “Thanks for the information, Buttercup. Master believes it is Buttercup’s nine-thirty bedtime.” With a quiet squeak, almost like a mouse, she quickly looked at the time before replying, “Yes, Sir.” With that, she logged off her laptop and crawled in bed, feeling loved. ~o~O~o~ Walking into the volunteer office, she greeted Mr. Cooper, “Sorry, I am late. I was pulled over for underage driving.” Sighing, she continued, “What would you like me to display?” “Calm down, Kathleen, you don’t have any assigned hours, or for that matter, assigned days. That being said, I will gladly take any hours you can give me,” Mr. Cooper answered. Continuing, he said, “It's supposed to be nice today, so the zoo should be busy today. You could either make a selection of furs and display them near the Polar Bear exhibit, preferably in view of the gift shop.” After breathing, he suggested, “The other idea is to hand out brushes and sell goat food in the petting zoo.” Thinking to herself, Kathleen thought about how much fun the goats could be and how heavy a table would be to drag to the polar bear area. She was a submissive. She didn’t like making choices, so she asked, “Is a table already set up at the Polar Bear area?” “No, but if you choose that option, I arrange it to be set up for you, so you don’t have to do it.” “Darn, there goes the easy out option. Now I actually have to decide,” Kathleen thought to herself. “I guess I will go pet the goats,” Kathleen finally said with a smirk. Shaking his finger, he said, “You are supposed to work, not cuddle the animals, young lady,” Mark chuckled. Picking up a two-way radio, he said, “V1 to KK1, over.” “KK1 answering,” squelched the radio. Mark replied, “Expect Kathleen. She is going to help with the brushes and feed in the goat area for a few hours.” “Roger,” Kathleen heard as she started her walk towards the Kids' Korner. Once she got to the booth that supplied brushes and feed, she let herself in. The red-headed teenage girl in the booth inquired, “So you are the famous Kathleen I have heard about.” “I wouldn’t say famous,” Kathleen mentioned with a blush, looking at the nametag on her blue shirt, “Heather. What would you like me to do?” “We are getting low on premade doses of feed. Could you make some?” “Sure,” was her reply as she started to do the task she was asked to do. She switched over to handing out brushes after the feed was restocked. “How much for a brush?” a guest asked her. “Free, with a non-monetary collateral deposit,” was Kathleen's, by now, well-rehearsed answer. Which rewarded her with a set of car keys in exchange for a brush. “Please put your name on this paper so we can make sure you get them back.” ~o~O~o~ After five hours in the booth, she stepped out of the booth with a brush in her hand. Going up to April, the goat, she started to brush it. After about three minutes of brushing, she heard a giggle from the booth. “You've been wanting to do that for hours, admit it,” Heather chuckled between her giggles. Embarrassed, she handed the brush back to Heather and then started her journey to Mr. Cooper’s office. “Five hours and fifteen minutes today, Kathleen?” Mark asked. Kathleen replied, “Better make it ten minutes,” thinking of the time she spent brushing the goat. “Still twenty minutes both ways?” Kathleen nodded as she started to head to the parking lot. ~o~O~o~ “Dinner,” came the call from the dining room. Meandering her way to the table, she noticed that dinner today was Beef and Noodles with Brussels sprouts. Her mother was already scooping a small portion of each for her. Setting her partial glass of Peach Tea down, she sat down at the table. “Are you volunteering tomorrow and Saturday?” her father, George, asked. She replied, “Tomorrow is my last day for this year. I figured Saturday would be good for loading the two cars. I should say goodbye to Zoe and Ann, too. I might see if they want to see that new Pirates of the Caribbean movie tomorrow night.” “When do we have to be in Mountain?” her mother, Marlene, asked. “We can pick up the room keys from noon to five.” Returning to her bedroom, she sent messages to Ann and Zoe, suggesting the movie tomorrow. She also sent a one to Master that she was back from dinner, which was met with silence. “Sounds good with me. Johnny Depp is dreamy. I am assuming I am driving,” was Zoe’s reply. Kathleen replied, “Unless you want to experience being pulled over for underage driving, though it has already happened this week, so I’m not due for it.” A frown was the reply Kathleen received. Ann’s answer came about five minutes later, “Sure, make sure you bring your ID,” with a smirking face. After online conversations were done, she returned to her current book, ‘Fablehaven.’ After about thirty minutes of reading, her laptop buzzed. Opening the lid, she saw a message from Master, “Buttercup, sorry I missed your message. I had to run to the post office before they closed for the day.” “Buttercup will excuse it this time,” with a tongue sticking out face was Kathleen’s reply. After she sent it, she immediately regretted it. “Cheeky little submissive!” was Master’s scolding answer, “Turn that webcam on, Buttercup.” Kathleen eepped and turned the requested webcam on, then knelt in front of the laptop. “Aim the camera at the corner and locate yourself there. Master will buzz when you can get out of it.” Doing the requested aiming, she went to the corner, placing her nose squarely in the corner. After what seemed to her to be like fifteen minutes, her laptop buzzed. Looking at the time, she noticed it was only about five minutes. Kneeling, with her hands behind her back in front of the computer, she waited for Master’s message. “What was Buttercup doing before she got herself in trouble?” “Reading Fablehaven.” Master proceeded to quiz what Buttercup’s plans were for Friday through Sunday and when college classes started. When she told him about the Friday movie plans, he asked when the movie would be finished. “We are going to the eight P.M. showing, it is a two-and-a-half hour movie, so ten-thirty.” “So Buttercup will be up past her bedtime by almost two hours?” Gulping, Buttercup replied, “Yes, Sir.” “Buttercup will come straight home and send Master a text to let him know when Buttercup is crawling in bed.” The message concluded with his phone number. The next message she got made her yelp loudly and have a lump in her throat. “Buttercup has fifteen minutes to get ready for bed. Don’t close the webcam. We will talk after Girl is dressed for bed.” Grabbing her pajamas, she headed for the bathroom to do her before-bed routine. Walking back into the room and kneeling in front of the computer, she saw it took her fourteen minutes. Breathing a sigh of relief, she waited for Master’s reply. “Very good, my Buttercup. Master is interested in why Girl left her online game and went looking for an online/offline?” With that questioning, Kathleen started a long discussion about Baron, the game, and the lost account. She was being so long-winded with it that she didn’t notice when it hit nine-thirty, and Master didn’t actually send her to bed until nine-forty-five. ~o~O~o~ Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. I am currently writing chapter 69 of this story. -- Thanks Becky

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