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Chapter 95: Make it Worth It I WOKE UP to Grandma gently patting my back, “Carly, time to get up?” “Huh?” I asked, even as I realized where and who I was. ‘Why’s she calling me Carly, though?’ I wondered for a second. I rolled over, even as she moved the covers off of me and scooped me up to carry me to the changing table. The sleeper was removed, and I blushed as I realized I was wearing a very-soaked diaper. “What?!?” I said aloud. “I’m worried about this,” she told me. “We don’t have time to figure it out now, but as soon as we get you back from school today, I will do a scan. You seem to be rapidly losing your potty training?” I felt my veins chill but nodded, “I don’t know what’s going on? It seems to have steadily gotten worse through yesterday?” “Since that’s the case, you’re wearing a diaper today.” I felt like there was a metal door that just clanged shut, locking me off from the adult world then. My stomach fell as I realized whatever was causing this had certainly gotten bad enough that if reported, I’d be back in diapers in the nest no matter what. Sensing my unease, Grandma squeezed me in a hug, “It’s okay, no one will think anything bad of you today!” I shook my head, “I just hope it’s only today…” I looked at the clock and realized how early it was, “Do I have time to go for a swim?” She smiled, “I woke you up an hour before I planned to wake Beth. It’s not time for a long one, but you can get a short one. We need to put your hair in a cap, though.” I was grateful for a chance to get some laps in and wore the swimsuit Aunt Bella had made for me the weekend of Meggy’s birthday party. It fit me well, even with the swim diaper I wore, and I was pounding through laps faster than I had for a week. ‘Probably the adrenaline from my nerves,’ I thought. After a quick shower, I was soon dressed in another uniform. Beth teased me on the way inside the Matisse Center as we arrived for our final scenes of the film that I probably should be wearing the skirt option instead. I discovered most of the crew was missing, but Sebastian and Charlotte were having a meeting by a projected HoloScreen. “Hey, you two!” Charlotte said with a smile. “How are my favorite costars today?” I blushed, and Beth said, “Umm… that sounds weird. But good!” Charlotte laughed, “I’m actually kind of being serious. I like working with you two.” I smiled, “You’re great to work with, too,” I told her genuinely. “Did you guys get those other scenes wrapped last night?” “We did,” Sebastian said, “though I swear it took twice as long without you two in them.” “Huh?” Beth reacted. “You three,” he said, motioning to include Charlotte, “have great screen chemistry. It works well when you are involved with others too, but without you, it wasn’t as easy?” Charlotte nodded, “You two really are good at this.” “So, what’s up first this morning?” I asked. “Continuing where we finished yesterday. We’ll start with the scene at Grandma’s house before we go to the office.” “Wait, who’s playing ‘Grandma’ now?” Beth asked. “Madelyn doesn’t have a screen appearance in our original plan, just a computer voice, so we’ll use her. You’ll need to alter her computer voice when you do the edit. Maybe just some modulation?” I nodded, “That should be easy. I’m just glad I don’t have to see Kelly today!” Everyone laughed at that, and we moved on to getting to wardrobe. Charlotte came to help Beth and me get into our outfits, and I blushed when I realized the diaper was wet again. “Gary, we’re going to need you,” Charlotte said when she realized it. “What’s wrong?” “Well, first, Carly is suddenly having accidents?” She looked at me, “You’ve never seemed to have them?” “I haven’t,” I said. “So something has to be wrong with the nanites?” Charlotte suggested. “Might be…” He said thoughtfully. “Hopefully, it’ll correct when we reverse them? You should be able to be done filming by lunch or just after, right?” “Hopefully?” She agreed. “Let’s not worry about it then yet.” “How do we deal with the PooPloder placement if she’s wetting?” “Oh, that’s not a big deal, I’ve got six of the control panty things, so if she gets one wet, we’ll just change it when we change her diaper?” “Maybe we should use a regular diaper only until we do the office scene?” He suggested. Charlotte shook her head, “Let’s take care of shooting that one first, then we’ll come back to the Grandma’s house scene?” “Fair enough, I’ll let Seb know,” Gary said, taking off. “Sorry about this, Connor,” she told me. “We never intended you to have problems.” I shrugged, “Nothing we can do about it now?” “Let’s get you into the PooPloder version and get the accident out of the way; then, we don’t have to worry about anything more than just a diaper until we film the last scenes.” I nodded. Twenty minutes later, we were filming Sarah swiping into the office building while holding me. As we passed the bathroom, I asked, “Please?” I looked up at Charlotte, and she stared down at me. She sighed, “You promise to fix things?” “I’ll try!” I said. Before our conversation continued, though, Sophia came further down the hallway. “Well, look who the cat dragged in!” She smiled down at me and held her hands out. “Can your favorite auntie have a cuddle?” “Auntie?” I asked. “Of course, Brian, I’m your Mommy’s best friend! So that makes me your auntie!” Charlotte squeezed me reassuringly and said, “Hailey, we really don’t have much time for this?” “Please?” Sophia practically begged like a little girl to hold a doll. She handed me over and said, “Okay, fine, but you can’t cuddle her long! We need to get some work done!” With that, I began to endure a bounce up and down on her side before she placed me more in a hold like you would with an infant. As she did so, she stared at my stomach for a second before gently pushing on it. I activated the PooPloder, even as I grunted and groaned. A moment later, Sophia turned me around and held my diapered butt to her nose. “Uh-oh, someone was holding in a big present for her Mommy! That’s not good for your whittle belly!” I was handed back to Charlotte with a smile from her. I clung to her as Sophia said, “I’m just the auntie, so Mommy can have you back!” “Gee... thanks for the support,” Charlotte said. At that moment, I maintained a look of shock and forced some tears to roll down my face. It wasn’t hard with how disgusting the fake poop felt! After a couple of bounces and a hug, she said, “Come on, let’s go change your stinky butt, then we’ll go to Mommy’s office. Have a good weekend, Hailey!” Sophia waved at me and said with a mommy’s baby voice, “Bye-bye, baby girl!” As soon as Charlotte entered the bathroom door, I heard, “Cut!” “How was that?” Charlotte asked Will. “Great! Works so much better when she’s involved in the scenes.” “Do we need to do it again?” Sebastian asked. “I don’t think so. Everything looked and sounded good from what I could tell,” Will said. “In that case, let’s keep going; I’m worried about the effects Connor is dealing with here.” The stage was reset to allow filming of the changing table in the women’s restroom. “Okay, places!” was heard a few minutes later, and we began the scene. Charlotte sighed as she gently placed me on a changing pad she’d dug out from the diaper bag. “I’m sorry about that, Brianna, I really was going to let you try the potty?” I sniffled. The disgusting PooPloder stuff felt horrible and was a great tool to help me bring out that helpless emotion the scene called for! “Just change me, please? This is so disgusting…” I scrunched my face up as she placed the strap across my chest. “Just a moment, sweetie,” she said as she dug into the diaper bag. A second later, an intrusive silicone nipple was being forced through my lips, and I began sucking on it. Charlotte exposed my diaper and then lifted my legs for just a second. I knew they were looking for a view of the browning of the PooPloder on the back of the diaper, and then my legs were pushed down again, and she pulled open the tapes. As she wiped the mess off my bottom, she said, “Oh, Brianna, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t done yet?” Charlotte improvised. “Huh?” “You’re still going pee-pee, sweetie,” she smiled at me. “That’s okay, I have another diapee.” It was only as she was pulling the initial clean diaper away that I realized she had improvised because I was again peeing myself uncontrollably! Finally, with the second clean diaper, my clothing was straightened, and I was carried out of the restroom. “Cut!” Sebastian called. “What happened?” He asked. “We were having a little accident,” Charlotte smiled, but I could tell she was worried. “Tell me that worked? I want her back to her normal self as soon as possible. There is clearly something wrong here?” “She’s a Little; don’t they just usually have accidents? Every Little on campus is back in diapers, right?” Sophia asked. “Not saying that to be rude,” she tried to backtrack. “Usually only when someone has been doing something to them,” Beth said. “Yeah, let’s keep going,” Sebastian said. “I think the scene may even have been a bit of a bonus. Go get her out of that control panty since that’s got to be soaked now, and we’ll get the rest of this office scene wrapped up, too.” Charlotte didn’t even bother putting me down through all of that, just carrying me into wardrobe and rapidly getting me back set. “Connor, I am really sorry about this. I feel responsible?” She said with concern in her eyes as we walked back. “We’ll figure it out,” I told her. “Worst case scenario…? Well, I guess I’ll just end up in diapers like all of the other Littles this semester.” She gave me a concerned squeeze again but got us back to work as quickly as possible! BETH WAS WORRIED about Carly as they decided to keep on filming. ‘She may be completely incontinent now,’ she admitted as she watched the pair of Charlotte and Carly filming in her office. It was interesting watching as they did a montage of shots of her working on finding the proof and then showing it to the audience and Charlotte. An extra scene of the diaper bag coming back out had to be used before they left the office, though, since Carly had again used the diaper. As they filmed, each take showed it a little droopier. “Are you sure we shouldn’t just change her back now?” Charlotte asked Gary quietly to the side while they were getting set for the scene outside the building. “I don’t know it’ll make any difference,” he said. “This is one of the potential side effects listed on the waiver Connor signed. We’re almost done; if we stop now, we won’t be able to get all of the scenes completed.” Charlotte sighed, and Beth did the same from where she was eavesdropping. She had the added knowledge that being Carly was Connor’s lifelong dream. Because of that, she wasn’t pushing harder than Charlotte to get this stuff wrapped up. ‘It’s going to suck for Carly to go back,’ Beth thought. ‘At least so far, it’s just been wetting accidents; based on the PooPloders, I have to imagine that the other kind would be way worse on her.’ Beth watched as Owen was getting set by his car to attempt to come in as they came out. “Action!” Sebastian called, and Beth set aside her worries to watch the scene unfold. Charlotte carried Carly out the door, which closed securely behind her. Moving down some steps, Owen came up to them. “Hi, Sarah! What are you doing here so late?” “Oh, I left something on my desk that I need. We were just coming from the doctors, so I thought I would swing by on my way to pick up my other daughter from her grandmother’s.” Owen moved closer and smiled at the apparent baby girl, “And who’s this cutie?” Beth watched as he got a little closer, and one of the cameras had a great angle on his facial expressions. His eyes opened brightly, and a vicious smirk crossed his face as he began laughing! “So this is where Brian went on his vacation?!?” He laughed some more, even as another closeup camera showed Charlotte looking ready to kill him. “Being a baby girl definitely suits you, Brian!” Charlotte looked to control herself as she replied, “Yes, it does, doesn’t it.” She smiled at Carly and squeezed her reassuringly before turning towards him, “What are you doing here tonight?” Rob did an excellent job of looking a little guilty, but not so much that it was over the top. “Oh…? I just wanted to see if there were any other places we might have a backup? I can’t believe that we don’t have a single one?” “Oh, I appreciate your caring, but please, just go home.” “But...” Owen tried to speak, but Charlotte interrupted with a queen bitch voice that was calm but meant business. “Look, I don’t think it was you, but I’m suspicious someone has been up to things in the systems internally. I’ve locked up the building for the weekend, and no one else will go in until Monday.” The camera got a good view of the despair on Owen’s face, as if he had a ruined plan. “Rob, just go home and get some rest. We will need you fresh on Monday to help us pick up the pieces since Brian is no longer available for this kind of work.” Charlotte squeezed me then for effect, adding, “She’s got a much more important job now!” “Uhh... Okay, I guess you’re right.” Charlotte buckled Carly into the seat as the car with Owen practically peeled out of the parking lot. “Cut!” Sebastian called. “How was that?” Carly asked. “It was okay; if we weren’t in a hurry to figure out what was going on with you, though, I’d say let’s do it again,” Will said. “Then let’s do it again,” Carly said, much to Beth’s unease. “But…” Charlotte started to say. “If there is permanent damage, it’s probably already done,” Carly told her. “If my continence is the price for us getting a good product, then let’s at least make it good enough to be worth the price?” “You heard the girl! Reset! What did you think was wrong with the last take, Will?” Charlotte asked. He listed about ten different things, and so they went back and reshot it. Still not happy with that take; they did it a third time. As Rob laughed about his former coworker’s fate this time, a new ‘oopsie’ took place. Beth watched as Charlotte squeezed Carly, and it was clear that the squeeze sent something else out of him. To their credit, they finished up with Owen’s part without missing a beat. Well, actually, there had been an addition from Charlotte, “Let’s go get that poopy butt changed again!” Instead of going to the car seat, an implied diaper change occurred in the SUV’s back before ‘Cut’ was heard. “Are you okay?” Charlotte asked, finally breaking character. Beth walked over and found Carly shaking. “I didn’t even hardly feel it,” she said to Charlotte. “By the time I did, it was already halfway out.” “If it makes you feel any better, Carly, I think it made the scene more believable?” Sebastian said soothingly. “It doesn’t,” she told him. “Are you cleaned up enough to continue?” he asked. Carly nodded, “She did a good job changing my diaper again. Good thing we had that control panty gone, though?” Charlotte made a face, “Yeah, that would have made an even worse mess.” “Well, you said you wanted to keep going. You good?” Sebastian asked. “Will, is that take good?” “I think it’ll work well,” he said. “Let’s finish the last part of this and keep moving,” Carly said. “You heard her, let’s go,” Charlotte said. Beth watched as they reset to film inside the car as Carly was placed in the car seat. “You did disable his card access, right?” Charlotte asked as she pushed Carly’s right arm through the harness strap. Carly nodded, “Of course! Only yours works through Monday, just like you said. I’ve also locked out anyone from using any sort of remote protocol into our servers, so he can’t try to hack the building either.” Charlotte pressed her finger against Carly’s nose, “Good girl! Now, let’s get something to eat! I think you’ve earned an extra special treat tonight!” “What about Rob?” Carly asked. “Not to worry, I’ll take care of him on Monday.” After filming Charlotte closing the back door and getting in, the cameras watched as they took off down the projected road. “Cut!” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Did you enjoy this? Please press the Like button for this post and leave a comment! This week, I won't be able to post a mid-week bonus due to work obligations. I should be able to post again Friday morning though unless something goes weird. (If I don't, it'll be Friday afternoon). The next week I'll promise you three though! Once again, if you do enjoy this tale, please consider purchasing one of my others from Amazon. All of my other works are completed and available under Sofia Hammerstein! http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

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-Eight: Who is Dorothy After the party, the girls and Auntie Sara piled into the car and headed to a restaurant down the road for lunch. After entering the restaurant lobby, the hostess greeted them with, “Welcome to Main Street Diner. I love your princess costumes, girls, two kids menus with an adult?” Auntie Sara told her, “Yes, please.” “Please follow me, going to the Trunk ‘n Treat?” “Yes, Ma’am, we had a Girl Scout Halloween party in the morning, too,” Stacy answered the Hostess. Smiling, she said, “Your waitress will be Steph. I hope you enjoy your meal and get lots of candy at the Trunk ‘n Treat.” “Thank you, Ma’am,” Katie said while following Auntie’s instructions to crawl into the booth, with Stacy sitting next to her. “Ma’am, before you leave, can you bring me or have our waitress bring me at least two more of these napkins, please,” Auntie asked the hostess. “Sure, Ma’am.” Soon, the waitress returned with the requested napkins while the girls looked at their menus. Katie soon jumped when someone tucked a napkin into the neckline of her dress. Turning to look at the aisle behind her, she found Auntie doing the same thing to Stacy. After Auntie sat down again, she asked the girls, “What are you girls going to have?” “I will have the hamburger with iced tea, please, Mommie.” “Can I please have a grilled cheese with an iced tea, Auntie,” Katie asked while flipping her menu over to color the stuff on the back. After they had their lunch and paid, the small party decided to walk to the trunk ‘n treat a block down the street. Auntie made them stop at the trunk of the car, pulling out two personalized fabric pumpkins from it. Katie smiled and thanked her Auntie for hers as they walked the block. “Girls, you are to stay together and within the eyesight of me at all times. You should be no further from your best friend, that you are able to reach out and touch them always, you understand me?” “Yes, Mommie,” and “Yes, Auntie,” were the replies she received. “Katie, how far should you be from Stacy while at the Trunk ‘n Treat?” Auntie quizzed her niece. Katie answered, “Close enough to touch her without difficulty.” Auntie continued with, “Stacy, how far should you be from me?” “Close enough so you can see us without difficulty, Mommie,” Stacy answered as they turned into the parking lot where the Trunk ‘n Treat was happening. Almost immediately, the girls were going from car trunk to trunk to fill their pumpkins up with candy. Katie made sure to thank everyone for the candy, occasionally lightly poking her adoptive sister to induce a thank you out of her. Stacy took particular delight in the one time she got to poke Katie to remind her to say thank you, which rewarded her with a stuck-out tongue after the thanks. Both of the girls liked the decorations in the trunks. When they got to the corner, Stacy was going to continue walking, but her friend pointed out, “Sis if we continue walking, we will get out of view of Auntie. We better wait.” Stacy stopped walking to wait for her Mommie while Katie looked around at the various decorated trunks. One of the SUVs in the middle of the lane of cars seemed very familiar, causing her to ask her best friend, “Stacy, is that my Daddie’s Blue Escalade?” “It might be, but I don’t recognize Dorothy handing out candy in front of the trunk,” Stacy told her as they continued after Auntie caught up to them. Meanwhile, Katie was looking at Dorothy like she looked very familiar. Talking to herself out loud, she said, “Take the wig off her head. She looks like, nah, it can’t be.” As they continued down the aisle of open trunks, Stacy pointed out, “A scarecrow has shown up at the Escalade that might be your Daddie, Katie.” “If the scarecrow is my Daddie, who is the Dorothy, she looks like someone who should be in Mountain with a wig on, Stacy,” Katie replied. Looking back towards Dorothy as they headed to the next trunk a few cars down, it appeared that she was looking at them and waving at them. “Did Dorothy just wave at us, Katie?” Stacy asked with a shocked tone. “I think so. It must be her, but why is she here?” “Who is she?” Stacy asked as they went to the car cater-corner from the Escalade. “Allison, Kathleen’s roommate at college.” “Oh,” Stacy said, not knowing what to say as they continued on. Finally, they were at the Escalade, and both of them said, “Trick or Treat,” to Dorothy. “Here you go, Katie and Stacy,” Dorothy said while dropping a fun-size candy bar in each of the girls' pumpkins. “Thank you, Ally,” Katie said in thanks, lightly poking her sis to get thanks out of her. Stacy jumped and then, “Sorry, thank you, Ma’am.” “Why or how are you here, Ally?” Katie quizzed while her Daddie was busy talking to Auntie, who had caught up. “Your big sister was supposed to be here, but she has theatre commitments today, so she asked me to do it. I am having a blast, too,” Allison told her regressed roommate. “I like your costume, Ally. If I may call you that?” Stacy told her. “Thank you, I like it too. It is elegantly made, and yes, you may.” “Did my Auntie Jill make that?” Katie asked. Ally answered, “I am not sure. Tiff handed me the whole outfit, the red glittery shoes, and wig included,” as she handed some more candy out. Stacy and Katie were examining the dress as they were interrupted by Daddie. He said, “If you two want to finish getting candy, you better go now. I know Sara wants to make a stop at the photo area before they pack up for the day.” They skipped away after saying, “Yes, Daddie,” and “Yes, Uncle,” with giggles. Soon, they were done collecting candy, so they waited for Auntie to catch up. After she caught up with them, they were led to a line that led to the area, which was, according to the sign, a photo booth. Slowly, they snaked through the line until they were next in line. Looking at the booth, she could see there were some hay bales with blankets on top of them decorated with pumpkins, mums, ornamental grasses, and other fall items. A guy was posing the family in front of them and taking their pictures. When it was their turn, Auntie told the guy, “The girls, together and apart, please.” “You sure you don’t want a picture of all three of you?” “If I must, Sir,” She said with a smile. Soon, the guy was posing the little blended family, this way and that way, in between taking pictures. After they were done and Auntie had picked up the proof information, they headed back to Daddie’s Car. On the way there, Katie jumped a little as her bottom was discreetly squeezed by her Auntie. “I realize she doesn't match your theme, Adam, but I am going to leave your mostly dry daughter here while I take my daughter to the bathroom,” Auntie told Daddie. “Stacy, let me have your pumpkin, please, you too, Katie,” Daddie said, holding his hand out. After collecting both pumpkins, he placed them in the backseat of the car. Soon Stacy was back from the little girl's room, and Auntie was telling her, “You are going to stay with Uncle Adam. He will bring you to Church tomorrow. It is your father’s and mine date night, Stacy.” Rolling her eyes, Stacy asked, “My stuff is already at Uncle’s house?” Seeing a nod of affirmation, she continued with, “Bye, Mommie.” “Bye, Auntie,” Katie said in between handing out candies. After the trunk ‘n treat event was over, Daddie closed the hatch and opened the three passenger doors for the girls. Katie instinctively went to the passenger side back seat, only to be beaten to it by Stacy. “I would like to sit in Katie’s location, please,” Stacy said. Katie just shrugged and went to the opposite side of the car while Daddie was saying, “You sure, sweetie,” to Stacy. “Yes, Uncle,” she said as Daddie was seat belting Katie in her booster seat, and shutting the door. Soon, he was helping Stacy into the car seat, “Stacy, please spread your legs so I can scrunch up your dress to get to the crotch strap,” he said as he put her arms through the shoulder straps. He paused in the middle for a quick moment to slap Katie’s hand for digging for candy in her pumpkin. After scrunching up the dress, he finished strapping his niece into the car seat’s five-point harness. Soon, they were on the road to home, with Daddie taking the chance to quiz Ally on her plans, “Are you staying overnight, or am I dropping you off at the college tonight?” he asked. “If you will have me and have a bed, I bought stuff for tomorrow, including Church.” “Do you have enough so I can make one trip to Mountain and take both of you on Monday morning?” Allison appeared to be thinking about that, “I think I do. What are the plans for tomorrow?” Daddies answered with, “Stacy’s parents are coming for dinner after church. Other than that, nothing really.” “Can I cook dinner for today and tomorrow? I like cooking but don’t get to do it at college,” Allison asked as they turned into the driveway. “Fine with me. I have bought a roast for tomorrow,” he said, pulling into the garage. Once they came to a stop, Katie undid her seatbelt, while Stacy was trying to figure out her harness. “Umm, Katie, how do you undo this harness?” Stacy asked. Katie tried her car door and, finding it wouldn’t open either, said, “You don’t. Daddie or Ally will have to release you with the key, and apparently, I don’t get to open my door either.” “Oh,” was all Stacy said as Ally opened the door and stuck the key in the harness, releasing the trapped girl. Meanwhile, Daddie was opening Katie’s door and helping her out. “The child locks have been on the doors since day one. Today was the only opportunity you had to try them,” he told her as she was helped out of the car. “If it would be helpful, Sir, I will get the girls out of their costumes while you change,” Ally suggested. “And cook dinner, too? If you insist, I was just going to put them in their PJs early, Stacy’s bag is in the Parlour,” he replied. Ally unbuttoned the girls' dresses and told them to head upstairs and to strip and remove their wigs, too, in the process. She said she would be upstairs soon to help them. With the instructions delivered, she stuck her head into the freezer to see what was available. She walked into Katie’s bedroom after following the sound of young voices. She found Katie trying to reach a hanger in the closet and Stacy working on removing her wig. Taking two hangers from the closet, she handed Katie one and hung Stacy’s costume up. Handing Stacy a hooded bath towel that was hanging from Katie’s door, she instructed her to go use the bathroom. “Ok, little girl, time to deal with that soaked diaper on you. Lay down on the trundle bed, please, after I place this changing mat on it,” Ally told Katie. As she was finishing up with Katie’s padding, she asked her regressed roommate, “Who hasn’t changed your diaper?” “Stacy, myself, mine, and Stacy’s fathers, and until today, my roommate,” Katie said, sticking her tongue out as Stacy returned back to the room. “And your roommate has been looking forward to doing that to you for a while,” Ally said, causing Katie to blush fire-engine red. Digging a one-piece footed jammie out of Katie’s drawers and another one out of Stacy’s bag, she handed them to the girls. “Please put these on and wait for me in the turret while I get this costume off,” she told the girls. After about ten minutes, Ally came back to where the girls were quietly talking in the turret and started to attack Katie’s face with a wet wipe. After about three wipes, she turned to clean the makeup off Stacy’s face. “Where are the bathroom and washcloths?” she asked the girls before leaving the room. Ally soon returned with a damp washcloth and continued scrubbing the girls’ faces. “You two go downstairs and watch TV while I cook dinner. The chicken should be defrosted by now,” she told them as she led them out of the room. The two girls went downstairs to find Daddie watching football on the telly in his pajamas, causing Katie to roll her eyes. She was leading her friend towards the den to watch television in there when he said, “Katie Ann, sweetie you have mail.” He handed her a Highlights Magazine, a Disney Princesses Magazine, and an American Girl catalog, which got a smile out of both girls. The girls soon settled down to watch Nickelodeon and read highlights. ~o~O~o~ After an excellent dinner of chicken on a bed of rice, all four of them were playing a game of Trivial Pursuit - Family Edition in the dining room. Allison had just asked Stacy a green question about what fruit is dried to make raisins. After they gave the correct answer, Allison took the opportunity to ask Adam a question she had, “Adam, where do you want the Dorothy costume?” “Better ask Tiffany that question. It is hers. She made it, too, as far as I know. It is my understanding that she likes to make the most of her costumes. Where is it currently hanging?” he said. “Same place Stacy’s costume is hanging, on the back of Katie’s door,” Ally continued as Katie took her turn. “For a green wedge, please answer this question: Is your appendix on the right side of your body true or false?” Stacy quizzed her best friend. “True?” The regressed girl answered questionably. After winning her wedge, Katie finally caught up with Stacy. Allison was winning with five wedgies, the girls had four each, and Daddie was trailing with two. Katie preferred questions from Stacy because she thought that the questions that Allison and Daddie asked her were more difficult, almost like they were asking her the adult questions. A few questions later, Stacy had five wedges, and Allison had all her wedges. Stacy was in a rush to get her six wedges before Ally made it back to the center to win the game. “Ally, for the win, please answer which country has only one timezone - Russia, Australia, or China?” Katie quizzed her roommate. “Australia?” Ally answered. “Sorry that was wrong, the correct answer was China,” Katie replied, with a suspicious look on her face, since she thought Ally answered that wrong on purpose. “For your last wedge, Stacy, please answer, how many basic positions are there in ballet?” Daddie asked Stacy. “Five?” Stacy replied after thinking for a bit. “Correct, roll again,” Daddie told her as he handed her an orange wedge. Katie looked even more suspicious at Ally when she got her next winning question wrong, too, almost as if she was trying to prolong the game to give Stacy a chance to win. Daddie looked at the time and said, “Someone better win this soon. It is just after nine P.M. Two girls got to be in bed in about twenty minutes.” When the nail-biting game was finally won by Ally, Katie had five wedges, Stacy had all six and was one space from the center, and Daddie was trailing behind with three. “Allison, the guest room next to Katie’s is made up for you. I am going to tuck the girls in,” Daddie said. “I will gladly do that if you don’t mind,” Ally said. “Fine with me, make sure they brush their teeth, Katie is dry, and Stacy uses the bathroom,” he instructed all three of them. “I will clean up this mess,” he continued. After she marched them upstairs and they did their bathroom duties, she put a dry diaper on her regressed roommate. Pulling back both covers, she waited until the girls crawled in bed and trundle bed. After tucking them in, she started to read them a picture book from the many books spread around Katie's room.

Five women become the playthings of a man calling himself the Magician. Using his powers, he forces them to go through a series of humiliatingly childish challenges, with infantilizing and permanent consequences for the losers. Inspired by the sadly discontinued season one of The Humble Games by Parker Longabaugh. *** Chapter 1 One moment Abigail was sitting at a bar, sending seductive looks over at the handsome man sitting across from her (and receiving looks of hatred in return from the woman sat next to him), and the next moment she was sitting on a hard-backed wooden chair in a large, brightly lit, luxuriously furnished hall. She blinked. What the hell was going on? Looking around, she saw that four other disoriented women were sitting in chairs in a row beside hers, and in front of them stood a man. He was tall, dark haired, and strangely ageless. He could have been thirty or fifty - it was impossible to tell. He wore a well-tailored black suit and the hint of a smirk on his handsome face. “Hello ladies,” he said. His voice was deep, and Abby felt a pleasant tingling in her pussy. If she wasn’t more alarmed about her sudden transportation to this unfamiliar place, he was definitely the sort of man she’d be trying to pry away from his wife and take home with her. “Thank you all for coming.” A woman a couple of places away from Abby was the first to recover. Her short dark hair and mannish suit gave her a somewhat androgynous look. “What’s going on?” she asked. Her voice was severe and authoritative. “Where are we?” “You’re in my home,” the man responded politely. “Who are you? How did-” “Why don’t I do introductions?” he interrupted mildly, and without waiting for an answer he gestured towards a girl on the end of the row with straw-coloured hair, a black crop-top that showed off her slim, well-toned stomach, and a pair of skinny jeans. “This is little miss Susie Taylor, a third-year know-it-all university student who worked hard to earn a scholarship just so she could get away from her controlling mother.” The girl called Susie went red. Know-it-all?! But more alarmingly, how did he know that about her? Was he some sort of stalker? Had he drugged her at university and abducted her to his mansion? The man moved on to the next woman, a beautiful lady with long, white-blonde hair and very large breasts that were shown off classily by her elegant dress. There was something a little snobbish about the disdainful way she glanced at the other girls. “And this is miss Katherine Bower-Thomas, a fashion model from a rather well-to-do family who’s widely considered to be one of the most difficult people to work with in the whole industry, on account of her self-entitlement and overall bitchiness.” Katherine blushed as well. How dare he! She would normally have given this man a piece of her mind, if she weren’t still so wrong-footed by what had just happened. One moment she'd been strutting down the catwalk at her latest fashion show, and the next... “And here we have miss Madelyn Smith,” the man went on. He was indicating the dark haired, severe woman who had spoken earlier. “A lecturer in feminist theory who detests vapid bimbos more than anything, and who loves nothing more than to inflict the people around her with long rants about the evils of the patriarchy.” Madelyn scowled furiously, but restrained herself for the moment. She didn’t understand what was going on here. She could have sworn she’d just been about to give a lecture on early feminist literature. Had she been hypnotised? Was this some kind of reality TV show? If so she was going to sue the producers into oblivion! “And this little cutie is miss Becky Lewis.” The man pointed at the girl sitting next to Abby. She seemed to be the youngest there, pretty, and dressed in a plain white top and a skirt, her chestnut-brown hair tied up in a ponytail. “She’s fresh out of school and working part-time at her local daycare, where she has a reputation for being especially nasty to the poor little boys and girls. She just can’t stand changing nappies!” The man laughed at that, as if he knew some secret joke that they didn’t. Becky squirmed nervously in her seat. It wasn’t her fault those stupid little brats were so disgusting! She’d been enjoying a day off from cleaning up after those annoying little rugrats before she’d suddenly found herself here. “And finally we come to miss Abigail Reid, a very naughty girl who lives off her boyfriend’s money even while she repeatedly cheats on him behind his back. Definitely someone who deserves to be taken down a peg or two.” Abby flushed, and found her voice. “How do you know – I mean, what makes you think I need to be ‘taken down a peg or two’?” she demanded. “Well sweetie, I’m very good with wishes, you see,” he said, smiling at her. His dark eyes glinted unsettlingly, as if there was light behind them. “And dozens of people have wished for you to be put in your place.” He looked around at the others with a smile. “The same goes for all of you.” “You still haven’t told us who you are!” Katherine complained, lifting her head haughtily. “Or how we got here!” “You can call me the Magician, sweetheart. And I brought you here by magic. Isn’t that obvious?” “Excuse me,” Madelyn said sneeringly. “But that’s not really an explanation, is it? I don’t care who you are, but you are going to be in serious trouble. I hope you’re looking forward to going to prison, because you’ve brought us here without our consent and-” “Hush now, sweetie,” the Magician interrupted. “A man is talking. Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours?” For a moment, Madelyn couldn’t believe her ears. Then she leapt out of her chair and launched into a furious tirade. “How dare you! Women are not your property, you chauvinist! This is so typical of a man.” She turned to the others. “This is exactly the kind of male attitude I spend my life fighting against. Men always think that what they have to say is more important than anything we might have to offer. It’s patriarchal social conswucts wike dese dat pwesent women as overgwown childwen!” The other girls stared at her in shock. Madelyn blushed bright red. What was wrong with her voice?! Then she realised that her thumb was planted firmly between her lips, garbling her speech. She was sucking on it rhythmically, making loud wet smacking sounds, looking for all the world like an overgrown four-year-old. She tried to pull it out, but something stopped her – it was as if her thumb was being drawn magnetically into her mouth! Her eyes wide with fear, she whined and looked desperately at the others for help. “That’s better,” said the Magician. “Daddy doesn’t need to listen to silly little girls who think they know best. I hope you enjoy your new thumbsucking habit, Maddy, because it’s not going away any time soon. Sucking on things is a much better use for a woman’s mouth than all your silly bitching.” Madelyn looked frightened, and started sucking her thumb even more frantically, but Susie just rolled her eyes. “Oh, please,” she said exasperatedly, getting up as well. “This is all just some kind of trick!” She looked disparagingly at Katherine, Becky, and Abby, all three of whom were looking scared. “You don’t actually believe in magic do you? He’s just some stupid stage magician or something, and she’s obviously with him.” She gestured at Madelyn, who frantically shook her head from side to side, looking furious. The Magician’s smile widened. The other girls stared at Susie, but they weren’t paying much attention to her words. As she spoke, her outfit was beginning to change. Her black crop-top turned pastel pink and began to lengthen, its sleeves becoming puffy and frilly. Two pink ribbons appeared out of thin air and began tying her straw-blonde hair into pigtails. “I spent my whole childhood living under some petty tyrant,” Susie went on obliviously, “and I can promise you that they don’t have any real power.” Her jeans melted away, rising up her legs and transforming into a tiny pink skirt that wasn’t even long enough to hide the white cotton, baby-duck patterned underwear that had just replaced her panties. Her socks became ruffled, and her trainers turned into black Mary Janes. “I don’t know how he got us here, but it doesn’t matter. There’s nothing to stop us just walking out, so why don’t we…” Susie broke off. “What are you all looking at?!” she demanded angrily. Then she caught sight of herself in the large mirror that dominated one of the walls, and she let out a girlish shriek. She stared at her new outfit in disbelief. Not two minutes ago she’d been dressed like a stylish college student, and now she looked ready to head off to kindergarten. “H-how did you…?” Susie looked at the Magician, her face now full of fear. “Much better!” he announced happily. “Those silly grown-up clothes were doing you no good at all, Susie. This is a much more appropriate look for you. Now, does anyone else want to interrupt me, or can I continue with my explanation?” There was silence from the women, apart from the sound of Madelyn sucking noisily on her thumb. Susie was frozen, terrified the Magician would do something else to her. She didn’t want to end up as a thumbsucker too. “Good. Now, as I was saying, you naughty girls are well overdue some corrective punishment. So I thought we’d have a little competition. A fun little game. The five of you will go through a series of challenges, with penalties for the unfortunate losers, voting periodically to eliminate one of your number until only one of you is left. Those who get voted out will receive a special punishment, in addition to any… alterations that I make to them over the course of the game. But the winner will get something very special. Three wishes. Anything they want. Anything at all.” Abby shivered at the thought of these ‘special punishments’, but her eyes lit up at the thought of three wishes. Anything she wanted? Anything at all? If she could win… “We’ll start the first challenge very soon, but first we need to get some num-nums in those cute little tummies of yours. Follow me, girls. Lunchtime.” He led them out of the hall and into a large sunlight dining room, and none of them could think of anything else to do but follow. Blushing bright red, Susie tried to tug her tiny skirt down to stop herself flashing her new childish underwear with every step. Madelyn tried desperately to remove her thumb from her mouth, but it was hopeless. The harder she tried to take it out, the more urgently she sucked. A line of drool ran down her chin. She wanted to wipe it away, but for some reason she couldn’t, as though the simple knowledge of how to wipe her face clean had been blocked from her mind. She knew she looked monumentally stupid, a grown woman in a stylish suit sucking her thumb and dribbling down her chin like a giant toddler, but she just couldn’t stop herself! The women stopped dead when they saw the chairs that were seated around the dinner table. They were highchairs. But even worse was what was placed on the table in front of each of them – a baby bottle full of milk, and a large bowl of mushy baby food. “You must be joking,” said Katherine, wrinkling her nose. “Not at all, sweetheart,” said the Magician. He waved his hand, and bright pastel-coloured bibs appeared around each of their necks. Katherine cringed at the sight of the canary-yellow bib that now adorned her front. She couldn’t stand anything that messed with her elegant, classy wardrobe. The other girls looked down distastefully at the bibs on their own chests as well. “In fact,” the Magician continued, smirking once again, “I think you’re all going to enjoy your lunchies very much.” Abby suddenly realised she was hungry. Very hungry, in fact. She stared at the bowls of baby food, and the bottles of creamy milk, and her stomach rumbled. Hers wasn’t the only one. “Hungry babies!” the Magician laughed. “Are you all keen to get some yummies in your tummies?” The five of them rushed forwards and clambered into their highchairs. They were tight and uncomfortable, but none of them cared. They were all too eager to eat. Abby picked up the tiny plastic spoon next to her bowl and started shovelling baby food into her mouth, not even caring that she was getting most of it smeared around her lips. Madelyn was finally able to pull her thumb out of her mouth with a wet pop, only to shove the nipple of her baby bottle into it instead and start guzzling down the warm milk inside. It was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. Katherine crammed her spoon into her mouth messily. She knew the Magician was doing something to them, knew that she’d never normally do something like this, but it didn’t matter. Baby food soon spattered her bib and covered her chin. It was an insult to her refined upbringing, but she just couldn’t control herself! It was so tasty! The Magician chuckled as he watched the five women desperately shovel down baby food and drink up their baby formula. In no time at all, they were finished, sat in their highchairs with their stomachs full to bursting and their faces and bibs covered in baby food. “Such messy girls!” he announced, making them all blush. A wet cloth appeared in his hand, and he went around one by one, wiping the girls’ mouths clean. A particularly malicious smirk appeared on his face when he reached Madelyn, and saw the drool that was also wetting her chin. “Such a dribbly baby!” he cooed. Madelyn glared at him, but the intimidating effect was ruined slightly by the mucky bib she wore, and the fact that the Magician was wiping her chin for her like some stupid toddler who couldn’t do it herself. Her thumb immediately slipped back into her mouth. “Alright, girls,” he said once he was done and they were all getting out of their highchairs. “Back to the hall. Follow me.” They trailed back into the brightly lit hall, groaning a little at how full they were. Becky couldn’t believe she’d just eaten the kind of meal those stupid brats at her daycare ate every day. It had tasted so good in the moment, but now she felt disgusted with herself. Even if it was magic, how had she let herself be reduced to their level?! “Now, we’re almost ready to start the challenge…” the Magician said to himself once they were all back in the room they’d first appeared in. “What have I forgotten…? Ah yes!” He snapped his fingers. Abby felt a sudden coolness around her legs, and a strange thickness between her thighs, as if her underwear had suddenly expanded. She looked down and squealed in horror. The other girls did the same. Anything they’d been wearing below the waist had vanished, to be replaced by bulky, white, disposable diapers. Susie had kept her childish new clothes, but now instead of her baby-duck patterned undies, it was a thick, crinkly nappy poking out from beneath her miniskirt. “W-what have you done?!” Katherine shrieked. Her dress had vanished entirely, leaving her in just her a nappy and a bra. “We can’t have anything covering up your diaper, sweetie. I need to be able to see if you’ve lost the challenge and need changing. You can have your dress back later, little miss. If you're good." Madelyn cringed as she looked down at herself. She looked especially ridiculous with a suit jacket on the top and a bulky nappy on the bottom, a mockery of the strong, independent woman she was. “Now we can get started,” the Magician said. “You see, that yummy baby food you all just ate has a very special property. Aside from making your tummies nice and full, it has also, for the next half an hour or so only, reduced your toilet training to the level it was at when you were three years old.” All five women went pale. “So,” the Magician went on cheerfully, “we’re going to have a little game to see how well you were all potty trained. Don’t worry, I don’t expect any of you to be able to stay dry very long. The challenge will end when someone makes a stinky in her pants, at which point everyone else will be allowed to use…” He waved his hand, and a row of pink, plastic training potties replaced the chairs they’d been sitting on earlier. “These.” All five girls fidgeted nervously, their thick diapers crinkling between their thighs. “And what happens to the person who loses?” Becky asked fearfully. The Magician grinned. “The first person to fill her nappy will become incontinent. Permanently."

Diaper Dimension Works Catalogued I just got on this kick of deciding I wanted to catalog every Diaper Dimension tale I knew about or could find. As I'm sure most of you can guess I've not only been an authoress, but a fan of the genre for a long time. Part of what has always complicated things for people to do a new list is the vast places that there are works spread about. I have not gone through DeviantArt, so I suspect there are some titles there I do not have on this list. Where possible, I've listed links for WattPad, as the links do save better. Then I've used DailyDiapers, and then the other places. In total I cataloged 234 Shorts, Novellas, and Novels! To authors who have works on here, please let me know if you have better places to find your works. Ausdpr and a few others were hit by the stupid Patreon crash, so I'm not sure if everything was moved to your new platform. If I saw it was on Ream or Subscribestar I linked to that page for those authors. I'm going to list these in two sections, one completed, and one Incomplete. I'm organizing by Author as some of these have sequels for some authors. If you have suggestions or see something missing please let me know via a comment or a PM. I know Ausdpr did this years ago, we'll see if this one can stand the test of time for a bit too. Just FYI works less than 10k words were usually listed as Shorts, Novellas are generally 10-30k (A few close to the 10k were classified up), and Novels are 30k+. I know this can't be a perfect list at this point, but it's more than I think anyone else has created at this point. If you have a work that you feel should be on here that I've missed, please fill out this form. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSeHA2mzhZQVw8LfdBoNH7xt7Jc-Flh5bj05AWNBJx1MAWgAmg/viewform?usp=sf_link Leave a comment or message me and I'll make sure to get to it when I can. Completed Diaper Dimension Works Title Author Short/Novella/Novel Completed? Location Done Adulting (Volume 1) Alex Bridges Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/67274-done-adulting-volume-1-now-available-on-amazon-with-a-preview-of-volume-2/ Done Adulting (Volume 2) Alex Bridges Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/69412-done-adulting-vol-2-final-chapter-posted-122120/ Bryce's Big Act Ausdpr Novel Yes Unknown? Field Research Ausdpr Novel Yes Lulu - Strange Adventures New Stepmommy Ausdpr Novel Yes Lulu - Strange Adventures Extended Vacation Ausdpr Novella Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Perfect House Hunt Ausdpr Novella Yes Lulu - Strange Adventures Vacation Changes Ausdpr Novella Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/62374-vacation-changes-diaper-dimension-story/&do=findComment&comment=1450670 Abbey's Unfinished Report Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/63008-diaper-dimension-short-abbeys-unfinished-report/&do=findComment&comment=1471644 Adventures in Little Sitting Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Bag, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Being Considerate in the Diaper Dimension Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Big-Three-Five, The Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Christmas Tale, A Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/51200-a-christmas-tale-a-diaper-dimension-story/&do=findComment&comment=1038647 Common Meeting, A Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/49350-diaper-dimension-a-common-meeting/&do=findComment&comment=974244 Creative Freedoms Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Daddy's Girls Ausdpr Short Yes Lulu - Strange Adventures Earth Review Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Fantastic Troupe Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Happy Family, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/45124-the-stairwell-the-happy-family-2-diaper-dimension-shorts/&do=findComment&comment=833757 Impressing the Boss Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Milestones Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Mr. Richfield Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/62184-mr-richfield-diap-dimension-short-story New Boss, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public No Diapers Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Normal Little's Life, A Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/51067-a-normal-littles-life-a-diaper-dimension-tale/&do=findComment&comment=1034046 Princess Troubles Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Prize, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Public Changes Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Safe & Sound Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Sanctuary, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://spankalot-erotica.blogspot.com/2020/12/the-sanctuary-diaper-dimension.html Solar Opposites Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Stairwell, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/45124-the-stairwell-the-happy-family-2-diaper-dimension-shorts/&do=findComment&comment=833757 Trick, The Ausdpr Short Yes Unknown? Way the Cookie Crumbles, The Ausdpr Short Yes https://reamstories.com/ausdpr/public Big Opening, The Auspr Short Yes Unknown? Blowout, The Baby Anna Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/81813-the-blowout/&do=findComment&comment=1970107 Cuddle Baby Anna Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/85579-cuddle/&do=findComment&comment=2031723 Little Lover, A Baby Anna Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/83602-a-little-lover/ Taming Your Amazon Baby Anna Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/81798-taming-your-amazon/&do=findComment&comment=1969828 Barbara Davis, Why Thirteen? CYOA BbyKimmy Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/64979-choose-your-own-adventure-barbara-davis-why-thirteen/&do=findComment&comment=1541857 It's the Little Choices BbyKimmy Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/61811-its-the-little-choices-new-epilogue-updated-28/&do=findComment&comment=1430671 Making the Best of It: A Tale of Love and Acceptance in Two Acts BbyKimmy Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/57509-making-the-best-of-it-a-tale-of-love-and-acceptance-in-two-acts/&do=findComment&comment=1278683 Bedtime Tale in Eire, A BbyKimmy Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/61940-a-bedtime-tale-in-eire/&do=findComment&comment=1436301 Wishes Do Come True BbyKimmy Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/64607-wishes-do-come-true/&do=findComment&comment=1526597 Dimensional Glitch Bionicle3 Short Yes https://www.deviantart.com/bionicle3/art/Dimensional-Glitch-Diaper-Dimension-Story-852254255 Thesis Trap Bionicle3 Short Yes https://www.deviantart.com/bionicle3/art/Thesis-Trap-A-Diaper-Dimension-Story-912659669 Crime Doesn't Pay CapitalM Novella Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/79081-crime-doesnt-pay-completed-81021/&do=findComment&comment=1918161 Girl of My Choosing Cutie ButtCrusader Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/69716-a-girl-of-my-choosing-updatedfinished/&do=findComment&comment=1698596 Memories of the Before Time Cutie ButtCrusader Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/78589-memories-of-the-before-time-one-shot/&do=findComment&comment=1910741 Together Forever Cutie ButtCrusader Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/68805-together-forever/&do=findComment&comment=1670367 Corporate Takeover Cya Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/76332-corporate-takeover-diaper-dimension-the-end/&do=findComment&comment=1864548 Future of Amazonian Fertility, The Cya Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/80761-the-future-of-amazonian-fertility-diaper-dimension-the-end/ Last Moments Daddy Wuffster Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/80411-last-moments/&do=findComment&comment=1945736 That Damn Remote DAQ Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/65589-that-damn-remote/&do=findComment&comment=1567017 Backed-Up Dark Dweller Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/85037-backed-up/&do=findComment&comment=2024540 Little Hen Dark Dweller Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/85117-little-hen/&do=findComment&comment=2025738 Chase, The Daymare Short Yes Subscribestar Unlucky Day, Turned Lucky DiaperBoy37 Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/61467-diaper-dimension-unlucky-day-turned-lucky-complete/ Quizzes in the Diaper Dimension DiaperRebel Short Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/72502-quizzes-in-the-diaper-dimension/&do=findComment&comment=1775981 Presents, The DireKing Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/80837-the-presents-12-after-midnight-completed/ Ellie's Eye Opening Experience DKN117 Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/63236-ellies-eye-opening-experience-repost-finished/ Being Little in a Big World Elfy Novel Yes https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/79551-being-little-in-a-big-world/&do=findComment&comment=1927105 Cathy's New Room Mate Elfy Novel Yes Ream/Subscribestar? 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As a 47 year old female according to your identification, why would you be diapered in front of people? Even if you are physically disabled I would think that discretion and sensitivity to you and others might prevail. Just curious.

Chapter 28: Updates Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess “No seriously, who was it?” I asked again, laughing awkwardly. “I know it’s hard to believe, Liv, but I’m serious. Madison got in touch with us and showed us the video of you in the playroom at Tot’s nursery. We didn’t know what to believe at first, but she tailed Charlie when she saw the two of you walking through the shopping centre. She told us that Charlie was acting like she used to. We nearly told her to get lost when she said that, but she backed it up with evidence.” Malcolm explained. “I thought she was supposed to have been regressed?” “We thought that too. Apparently her adoptive ‘parents’ thought she was doing better and started reraising her. She’s only been back to normal for about a week, though she still has to wear nappies like a regressed little until she can master potty training again.” “She told you all this?” “Oh you could tell by the padding around her arse. She… she’s a different person now, Liv. She understands that we must all hate her now, but she seems to genuinely understand how hard littles have it… or at least have a vague understanding. She… she has empathy now!” “I… still can’t believe that.” “And I understand why you can’t, especially after what she did at your wedding. But Liv… she came to us and showed us clips of how Charlie was treating you. I’m glad we trusted her… otherwise you’d be in a much worse state.” “I… well I’m glad she’s understanding of our situation now, but I still don’t trust her.” “You don’t have to. She’s learning to be independent again and you don’t ever have to talk to her if you don’t want to. She just… she wanted to make up for the damage she did to you, even if only a little.” “Well… now I feel bad. Great. I’m glad she’s a better person now.” I sighed in frustration. “Me too. Now, I’ll go get you that food, then you’re going to put that head down on the pillow and get some sleep, understood little missy?” “Little Missy? Don’t try to go all ‘Daddy’ on me now, Mal, just because you’re gonna be a Dad.” “Then don’t stay up stupidly late without eating. Plus someone has to care for the widdle baby until her Mummy wakes up!” He teased. But for once… I didn’t appreciate it. “Mal… please… don’t. Too soon.” “Oh, sorry. Yeah… shit. Umm… I’ll go get your food.” And as he closed the door softly, I wondered if this incident had caused irreparable damage to my baby headspace and ruined the special bond Charlie and I had. “So how bad is it on social media? You won’t give me my phone so I can’t check. Has anyone even called? The PM? Chris? Anything? Anyone?” I whined, sounding like a child right now. Zoey and Sarah just sat opposite me in the little-sized seats that had been brought into Charlie’s hospital room. It was the day after we were admitted and I was anxious to see the fallout of our public… exposure… “...Umm… it’s pretty bad…” Sarah finally admitted, looking guilty. “Well yeah, if you only look at the news headlines.” Zoey said, sticking her tongue out at her girlfriend. “Wait, what?” I asked, confused. “The news has waged an all out war on you, Liv. Every Amazon-owned media outlet, both newspapers and on TV are smearing your name and making you out to be unfit to be an adult, let alone an MP.” Sarah explained. “I figured…” I sighed, knowing this was probably it for me, this was the end. “BUT!” Zoey interrupted. “If you look at your supporters, and even some of the fence-sitters, regarding little’s rights, you’re gaining a lot of sympathy. People are worried about what this means for littles, but they know it was probably some attack on you. It’s also making Amazons worry, as this was a drastic change in personality for Charlie. Due to you both being in the public eye the past few years, and everyone knowing what you and Charlie stand for regarding littles… they knew something must have happened to your wife. They don’t know it was hypnosis yet, but they’re all wondering if someone like Charlie can be changed like that… What else can they do to Amazons?” “So… public opinion is a mixed bag?” I asked. “The ones against you to begin with hate you more. The ones supporting you or even on the fence… support you more. I’d say more of the public stands with you than against you, it’s purely that the media is focusing heavily on smearing your name and reputation and they’re the ones with the biggest voice and largest reach. It may seem like people want you regressed, but I think it’s very much the opposite right now. There’s even talk of protests!” “Protests? For what?” “For your Little’s rights bill. They want you safe and protected, they want all little’s safe.” “I… wow. That’s a lot to take in.” I wondered how this affected my job but also my marriage to Charlie, as people will no doubt say I’m not mature enough to be an adult after everything that has gone on. And what was worse… was I had to think about all this in my pyjamas. I hadn’t even gotten dressed yet, and it was already nearly dinner time. I hadn’t left Charlie’s side the entire time she slept. Changes were taken care of by Eve or Claire, Malcolm made sure I ate… and whilst I always appreciated my friends, this gave me a whole new level of appreciation for them. “So what about calls? Who has tried to call me?” I asked, trying to move on to the topic I reeeeeally dreaded talking about. “The PM called. Says he needs a meeting with you when you’re out of the hospital. Something about your future as an MP.” Zoey read out loud the list she had made on her phone. “So he wants to get rid of me. Nothing new then.” I replied, rolling my eyes. “Chris called. Gave some very sympathetic bullshit, followed by a demand to talk to you at the earliest moment.” “He can wait.” “Lots of members of the press called. Told them where to shove it.” “I… I guess that was expected, and whilst I should tell you not to talk to the press on behalf of me like that… Thanks, I appreciate it.” “Your Mum called. And Charlie’s Mum. They’re both worried sick.” “I’ll get in touch with them both soon, tell them what has happened. My Mum will be relieved, but still worried. Charlie’s Mum… oh I’m dreading that call.” “Yeah… that’s going to be difficult.” Zoey said. “What did you tell her?” “Just that Charlie and you were unable to get to the phone right now. I didn’t mention anything to anyone about being at the hospital.” “Good job. Don’t want them worrying too much… yet. Right… I guess I should get out of these PJs and get all this stuff sorted.” “Liv… you were regressed just over 24 hours ago… I think you can rest a bit…” “I can’t, not yet.” “No, you go home and rest. Doctor’s orders.” Eve said from the doorway. “But…” I tried to argue. “No buts… you need a shower, you need to get some clean clothes, and you need some time away from this room. So please, Liv, go home for a bit. Charlie will be safe with us. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Eve ordered. “I can’t…” “Liv, this isn’t me asking. This is me telling you. Charlie won’t be waking up anytime soon, and if she does, I’ll call you straight away.” I looked at my best friends and they both smiled and nodded at me, making it clear that they all wanted me to get some space and go home for a bit. I guess they were right, I did need a shower and I needed some clothes. I only had these PJs because they belong to Sarah, who was roughly about my size. That’s when Ellie popped her head in, just squeezing under where Eve was resting against the door frame. “I can take her home, it’s on the way.” She offered. “But you can’t drive…” Sarah said, sticking her tongue out. “Yeah, well neither can you, stinky pants!” Ellie teased my friend. ‘Appears like Ellie has made friends with mine. I guess that was inevitable with her working here and the two practically living here.’ I thought to myself, smiling. “So how are you gonna take her home then? Gonna give her a piggyback all the way there?” Sarah retorted. “My Mummy can give her a lift. Danny is with Daddy today, so there’s an available car seat. So Liv… want a lift?” “I…” I looked up at Eve, who gave me that stern look she always gives me when I need to be sensible about things. “Fine. Thanks. But how do I get back…?” “We’ll figure that out later. I’ll get Malcolm to pick you up in a few hours or something, then we’ll arrange a rota or whatever to ferry you to and from the hospital.” Eve said. “That doesn’t seem convenient.” I commented. “But you’re worth it, so shush, little Missy, and give Charlie a kiss before you get that padded butt in the car. Actually… speaking of butt…” Eve walked over to me and pulled the back of my nappy out, giving it a quick inspection. “I’ll change you first, then you’ll be alright until you come back later.” After a quick pout at Eve, a very quick but thorough nappy change, and making sure to give Charlie a kiss, promising her that I’ll be back soon, I followed Ellie to her Mummy’s car, and got myself strapped in, thanks mostly to her Mummy. “Here we go. Are you going to be alright?” Catherine asked as she helped me to my feet after lifting me out of the car seat. We had just parked up outside my house and she had clearly just been working as she wore her smart clothes and long coat, stuff I only ever saw her in when she was picking up Ellie from the hospital. “Thanks. I’ll… I’ll be alright.” I replied. “If you need anything, just give me or Ellie a call, okay? We’re here for you. I have no real idea what you’re going through right now, but I can empathise. So don’t be a stranger, okay?” Catherine was so friendly and lovely and was the perfect Mummy. Ellie was very lucky to have her. Which made all this so much more difficult, as it made me miss mine even more. Just thinking of Charlotte laying in that hospital bed… unconscious… I… I held in my tears as I tried giving Ellie and Catherine my bravest face, smiling at them as I waddled slightly to the front door. I was glad that I no longer wore those stupid crawlers, but thanks to the damage the milk caused… I still needed some amount of thickness between my legs, otherwise I’d leak. But hey, at least I can still walk in these, just about, so I had to focus on the positives. I waved goodbye to Ellie and Catherine, who got back in the car and started it up. Turning to the door, I inserted my key slowly and turned… the door slowly creaking open to reveal a desolate hallway. The house felt so dead right now. So empty. “C… Charlie…” I called out, knowing full well she wasn’t here, she was in the hospital, still in her coma, but the shrill tone of my voice appeared to be the crack in the dam that was barely holding my emotions in. Collapsing to my knees, the dam burst and tears streamed down my face. I started screaming, slamming my fists down on the ground, knowing that my Charlie was taken from me, and I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get her back. I wanted to kill someone right now, whoever the sick fuck was who forced that hypnosis shit on my wife. Sure, I was a whole person before I met Charlie. I know what it was like to feel complete without having someone. But then… but then Charlie… She was like a second jigsaw that joined on to my complete one, to create a much bigger jigsaw with an even better picture. So… I don’t know what I’d do without her. I mean after everything we went through with our sisters, finding out we’re soulmates and everything… What am I supposed to do if I never get my Charlie back? And who is to say Faith even successfully removed the hypnosis from Charlie? She said she did… but we won’t find out until she wakes up. What if she’s still the same overly motherly Amazon she was made into thanks to the hypnosis? What am I supposed to do then? That version of Charlie doesn’t want me as her wife, she wants me only as her baby. A car door slammed shut and footsteps ran over the gravel, getting closer and closer. “Oh Liv…” Catherine said, taking off her long coat and wrapping it around me. “Come here.” I sobbed into the coat as the Amazon woman bundled me up into it and held me in her arms. “There there, let it all out. It’s okay. It must be horrible for you right now.” “I… miss… her…” I wailed, sobbing in between words. “I know you do. She’s going to be alright though. She’s one of the strongest women I know. And there’s nothing in this world that could stop her being with you. Just give it time, okay?” “I… don’t know what to do without her…” “How about I take you back to the hospital? I think it was a bit too early to take you home.” “I… shouldn’t.” “There are showers at the hospital, right? Why don’t I get Ellie to grab some of your clothes whilst you and I sit in the car. You can stay all wrapped up and everything, okay?” Catherine suggested. “I… are you sure?” “I’m sure. Let’s go get you back to the car first, and then I can help Ellie out of her seat.” Catherine lifted me up effortlessly whilst I was still bundled up in her coat and carried me over to the car. Placing me on the back seat, she quickly left me there to help Ellie out. “Is she okay?” Ellie asked as her Mummy unclipped her buckle. “I think it’s too early to let her be home on her own like this. So I’m going to take her back to the hospital.” “I agree. So why am I being unbuckled?” Ellie asked, confused. “I need you to go grab a bag and some clothes for Liv, okay? Just prep a weekend bag for her, we can worry about what else she may need later. Just grab some necessities and bring them back here, okay Princess?” “Okay Mummy. Maybe I’ll ask Eve if Liv can move back into her old apartment.” “Huh?” This time Catherine was confused. “Liv used to live in the residential area of the hospital, you know the one where Zoey and Sarah live right now?” “Oh she did?” “Yeah, we could always move her back in there. It’s big enough for Amazons too, so we could probably move Charlie in with her. That way Charlie can still be monitored and cared for, and Liv can feel a little more at home but without the loneliness.” “My genius baby.” Catherine smiled at Ellie, causing her to blush instantly. “I’d… I’d like dat…” I said, tears still streaming down my face. “Then we’ll get that sorted. Right, Ellie, go get her stuff, I’m going to make sure Liv is feeling better before we get her strapped back in.” Ellie smiled at me before rushing off, into my house, leaving me and Catherine alone. “I promise, little one, it’s going to be okay.” And for a second, just a second there… I could feel that side of me stir. Maybe that side of me hadn’t been completely ruined yet. ======================================================= Took so much to tear me from FF7 Rebirth to come and edit and post chapters today. I hope you all appreciate the effort If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! 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I never really set out to "achieve" this, and I'm not entirely convinced it's an ongoing thing - I brushed my teeth this morning after taking off my overnight diaper and I didn't drip. That precipitates a funny story, actually, because I slept at a buddy's place last night after getting into some high-octane IPA's. I was in their guest bedroom, and I slept like a rock, and woke up soaked - I was impressed with how wet I was, and I felt around to make sure I hadn't leaked into the sheets anywhere, but I had not. I was very wet almost all the way up the back, so I think I did that thing I do where I rolled onto my back when I was wetting, but I have no recollection of it at all. My diaper, a MegaMax, was very swollen, but the bathroom dedicated to the guest bedroom was being used to store painting supplies, so I would have had to get around ladders and roller poles and trays and buckets of paint, to make use of that room, so I had to pull shorts on and waddle through their main living area to go brush my teeth and get changed in their main washroom, which is right off of their living room. I had gotten up a bit early so I thought I'd have the place to myself, but nope, my buddy's wife was sitting on the couch, reading and drinking tea, in the tomb-silent room. You can probably see where this is going. I was slightly aware of the sounds my diaper was making as I said good morning crossing the room, though more concerned that the bulk of it might be noticeable, so I detoured around their substantial kitchen island, ostensibly to put a glass in their sink, but mostly to put it between me and her. But then, I had to go change my diaper in a bathroom right off the hall, right around the corner from where she was sitting. I went in there and turned on the fan, and then turned a tap on for background noise (and to wash my face), before ever-so-slowly pulling two tabs off on one side, so I could slide the diaper down. I'm usually thankful for those mighty MegaMax tabs, but not this time - it was hard to pull them off quietly. Then, I had to ball it up and put it into a plastic bag, and into my backpack, before putting on a Rearz BeDry (which I'm in now)... man, did unfolding and putting on that diaper sound loud to my ears. I know there were a lot of plasticky noises coming from the bathroom - I just hope that the fan and the running water obscured them, and that if she noticed anything, she assumed that I was manipulating my toiletries and towel out of and into a plastic bag. I had my backpack with me but I elected to carry the bag separately for my return trip across the main room, just to reinforce that I had a plastic bag with me, and let it bounce off my knee as I walked, to disguise any noise coming from my new diaper, which was still a bit stiff, having just been unfolded. Speaking of that backpack, it is my defacto diaper bag these days, but, about an hour ago, I was unexpectedly given a real diaper bag, by my wife. Her and my daughter were pulling suitcases out of the basement, and she started going through a tote of folded up bags that we have down there (my wife keeps everything), looking for a laptop bag for my daughter. What she found in there as well, was a diaper bag that we had used when my kids were still in diapers, and she brought it up to me and said, somewhat jokingly, "Here, I thought you could use this. Remember this bag? I think we bought it when (second daughter) was born, because the one we used for (first daughter) was too small. I used it as a purse for a while, too. Maybe it can be a diaper bag again, hmmm?" I looked at it as she held it up, before taking it from her with a raised eyebrow. It wasn't obviously a diaper bag - it was actually branded "Jeep", of all things, and it was in shades of dun and dark blue, with a camo motif. The top flap of it could be folded over and had doubled-up layer underneath it that allowed it to extend out as a changing pad, which would not be of much use for anyone more than about 30 inches long, but, the pockets inside were big enough for a bin of wipes, baby powder, diaper cream, and the pocket for diapers was huge and closed separately with a zipper - it could conceal two or three decent diaper, easily. I have it on the floor of my bedroom, next to my bed right now. I am considering using it as my in-car diaper bag. It's kind of funny how it has been resurrected. I don't know if my wife was serious or not, but, I might follow her suggestion.

Chapter 2 There was a horrible silence following the Magician’s words. Even though it had barely been ten minutes since they’d finished their lunch, all five ladies were beginning to feel an uncomfortable pressure in their bladder and bowels. Abby was terrified. If she lost, she’d be made incontinent?! After what she’d seen, she had no doubt the Magician was capable of doing that. She glanced at the other girls. They looked utterly absurd with their bulky adult nappies pushing their thighs apart. She looked down at the bulging disposable diaper between her own legs, imagining what it would be like having to wear one all the time, to be so helpless that she couldn’t even control her most basic bodily functions, forced to pee and poop in her pants like some oversized infant! She felt sick. She couldn’t let that happen to her. She just couldn’t! Her life would be ruined! How would anyone find her attractive if she had to waddle around in stinky nappies wherever she went?! She’d just eaten a big lunch, and now, according to the Magician, her bladder and bowel control was the same as it had been when she was three years old. Had she been potty-trained at three? She must have been. Surely! Becky was panicking. She knew for a fact that she hadn’t been fully trained until she was four years old. She thought about the disgusting little brats at her daycare, stopping in the middle of their play to squat down and poop their pants without any control at all. If she lost, she’d be just like them. No! That wouldn’t happen to her. It couldn’t! She hated changing messy nappies more than anything in the world. The idea that she might have her own dirty diapers to deal with was just too horrible to contemplate! She clenched her bum cheeks as hard as she could and focused on staying clean. Madelyn knew she couldn’t let herself lose. There was no way she could show up at any of her women’s rights groups as a diaper-dependent thumbsucker. She’d be a joke! A cause of second-hand embarrassment for women everywhere! What kind of message would it be sending if an icon of the feminist movement was some kind of big baby? She sucked her thumb and concentrated as hard as she could on not pooping herself. Katherine was trembling in fear. She couldn’t keep her job as a model if she had to wear stupid diapers under her clothes all the time! She imagined trying to walk down the catwalk, waddling awkwardly, maybe even pausing halfway down to bend her knees, scrunch up her face, and fill her pants with a yucky mess. She’d probably be stuck doing diaper commercials for the rest of her career! Her outfits were so important to her – how she dressed was an expression of her identity, of her beauty and elegance. All diapers would do would show off how immature and helpless she was. If she ended up incontinent she might as well start wearing bonnets and baby dresses too! Susie still had horrible memories from when she’d been potty trained. Her mother managed to combine a ruthless severity with a nauseatingly patronising tone. Whoopsie-daisy! Susie did a wee-wee in her pants instead of using the potty like a big girl! I think someone just earned herself some smacky bum-bum time and a week with nothing to cover her nappy when her friends come over! Yes she did! The idea of ending up back in nappies forever was unthinkable. Even now the prospect of wetting her nappy, let alone messing it, sent a terrible shiver down her spine. She couldn’t let this happen to her! Becky was beginning to struggle. She knew she’d only lose if she messed herself, but she didn’t want to be the first to pee her diaper either. Her fidgeting became squirming, and her squirming became a full-on potty dance. She wasn’t the only one; pretty soon all five women were wiggling ludicrously on the spot, hands clutching between their legs. With a sudden, uncontrollable rush, Becky started pissing herself. She squealed in dismay, regretting it a moment later when she realised she might as well have just announced to everyone that she’d wet her nappy. The Magician walked forwards with a knowing smile. “Has Becky had a little accident?” he asked. Ignoring her whines of displeasure, he brushed her hands aside and cupped the front of her diaper. “Oh yes,” he said happily. “I think I know a certain little girl who’s done lots of wee-wees in her pants.” He spun her around suddenly and pulled out the waistband of her nappy to peek inside. “But no poo-poos yet. What a big girl!” Abby felt her own bladder give way shortly afterwards. It was disgusting! She hadn’t wet her pants since she’d been a very little girl, and it made her feel so small and pathetic, her nappy flooding with pee, the soggy padding pressed up against her nether regions. And she couldn’t even relax her stupid potty dance, because even though the pressure in her bladder had been relieved, there was a new pressure growing in her bottom, becoming stronger and stronger by the second. She pressed her hands to the back of her diaper, her brow furrowed in concentration. The Magician looked on gleefully at the five grown women he’d reduced to potty-dancing toddlers. Madelyn whined around her thumb, wiggling in place and making her nappy crinkle noisily. Katherine whimpered, all her dignity and poise forgotten as she hopped from foot to foot in a ridiculous potty dance, both hands pressed to the seat of her Pampers, her breasts bouncing around on her chest, barely contained by her bra. Susie squirmed in place, her face set, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead as she concentrated with all her might on not messing her pants. Abby and Becky were looking the most desperate. There was real panic on their faces as they felt themselves on the edge of losing control, facing a future where stinky diapers would be their regular underwear. Then, with a sudden loud fart, Becky helplessly bent her knees and stuck out her padded bottom. “Nooooo….” she whimpered, but it was too late. The beautiful, eighteen-year-old woman screwed up her face and started going to the potty in her own pants, just like those disgusting brats she had to change every day at work. She burst into tears as she pushed out a yucky mess uncontrollably into her nappy, too repulsed by what was happening in that moment to think about anything else. Abby started crying too as, only a moment or two later, she also started messing her nappy like a giant baby. But when she looked up through her blurry eyes, she saw that Becky had pooped her pants first. Despite how disgusting she felt, how thoroughly she’d degraded herself in front of an audience, one of them a very attractive man, a faint smile of relief appeared on her face. She hadn’t lost. The moment they saw Becky fill her pants, and Abby a few seconds later, Madelyn, Katherine, and Susie hurriedly toddled over to the plastic potties, tugged their sopping wet nappies off urgently, and planted their bare bottoms down on the tiny little things. They knew they must look totally ridiculous, three adult women perched on training potties sized for toddlers, but at least they didn’t look as absurd as Abby and Becky, standing bow-legged in their dirty diapers. They let go with immense relief, not even caring that they were doing number two in full view of everyone else in the room. As Becky finished loading her nappy, she looked up to see the Magician smiling down at her sinisterly. “Well, it looks like we have our loser,” he said. “Although you probably won’t be able to tell just at the moment, sweetheart, you should know that you are now totally incontinent.” “No!” Becky shrieked, her eyes wide and terrified. “I can’t! I can’t be incontinent! Please give me another chance!” “Awww, sorry stinky-pants,” the Magician said in mock-pity, “but it’s back to nappies full-time for baby Becky.” “Oh God no!” Becky wailed piteously, staggering backwards and staring down at the stinky diaper drooping heavily between her legs. She started breathing very fast. “This isn’t happening… This isn’t happening…” Abby felt a little bit sorry for her, but she was glad it was Becky, and not her, who would be making big smelly messes in her pants for the rest of her life. Her own nappy felt disgusting, and although she was relieved she hadn’t lost, she still felt a shiver of fear at how close she’d come to being turned into some gross, pants-pooping baby-woman forever. The Magician turned to the three women who’d made it to the potty. A pack of baby wipes materialised in his hand, and Madelyn, Katherine, and Susie suddenly realised they’d been provided with nothing to wipe their own bottoms with. “No, wait!” Susie said desperately as the Magician approached her first. “Can’t we just do it ourselves? We didn’t even lose the challenge!” “Come on now, sweetie. Get up and turn around. Daddy needs to wipe your bottom.” Cringing in shame, but too scared of further punishment to resist, Susie got up, turned around, and presented her bottom to the Magician to clean. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying that none of the other girls were watching while the Magician worked at her messy bum with one cool wet wipe after the other. It reminded her once again of the days when she’d still been under her mother’s control. She’d made the mistake of smoking a cigarette in the bathroom once during her teens, and from that moment on she’d never been allowed privacy in the toilet – the bathroom door had to stay open at all times, and her mother would make sure to check on her regularly. But even worse had been when her mother had found a pair of her stained underwear in the clothes hamper. It had been hardly anything, but from then on, even though she’d been eighteen years old, her mother had insisted on wiping Susie’s bottom for her. With the threat of spankings, and many other punishments to keep her in line, Susie had had no choice but to give in. She blushed furiously as the Magician wiped her clean, feeling like the last three years of independence she’d experienced had suddenly been undone, and she was back in her mother’s house as nothing but an overgrown child. “There we go!” the Magician announced when he was done. “All clean! Now onto the next little lady.” He moved on to repeat the process with Katherine and Madelyn. Like Susie, the two of them wanted to fight and argue, but they were too humiliated and broken down by what had just happened. They just wanted to get clean again, so they submitted meekly to getting their bottoms wiped like little girls who were still being potty trained. Smiling in satisfaction, the Magician turned back to Becky, who was now looking dazed and confused. “I had to go potty…” she whispered, as if she didn’t really believe what had just happened. “You certainly did!” the Magician laughed delightedly. “But I’m afraid there won’t be any potties in your future from now on, sweetie. Just thick, crinkly diapers.” Becky broke down into hysterical sobs, the full weight of what had been done to her finally hitting. “Unless you win the competition, of course,” the Magician added, “in which case you can use one of your wishes to get back to normal.” He turned to the other girls. “Your rooms are down the corridor on the left. You’ll see your names on the doors. But I expect you back in the dining room in half an hour or so, understand? You’ll be voting on which of you gets removed from the game this evening, so you’ll need some time to talk to each other. You can all go and change first. Except for Becky here.” He turned back to her, smiling maliciously. “Having a messy bottom is going to be an everyday part of your life from now on, sweetie, so you need to get used to toddling around in poopy pants.” Becky started crying even more forcefully while the other girls hurried off to their rooms, their bare bottoms jiggling, and Abby waddled after them as quickly as she could in her messy nappy, desperate to get changed.

Free of Emmy's clutches Daniel finds a bed and breakfast looking for sanctuary. He hopes it is the path to freedom but the strange events seem to continue. --- Writing is my passion and my only source of income. If you enjoy my stories you may be interested to learn that you can see every update I post one week before the rest of the world with a $5 pledge on one of my subscription sites. There has been a lot of upheaval recently with Patreon purging a lot of ABDL content so I have tried to diversify a little so that I can continue to bring everyone stories. For just a $5 pledge on any of these you can see updates a week early and for $10 you can see all of my 50+ EXCLUSIVE stories only available to subscribers. 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Daniel was a little confused until he saw the woman pull a phone away from her ear. She was looking down at Daniel with a frown of confusion. She may have had the same proportions as Emmy but she otherwise looked very different. Her darker skin seemed to indicate she had Latin American heritage, she was a little plumper than Emmy was and her chest was a little smaller though not by much. Her black hair was cut relatively short and it framed a round face. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head as she regarded Daniel like an unrecognised animal. “Um, hello.” Daniel ventured in embarrassment. “Well aren’t you a sight.” The woman said, “Can I help you, dear?” “May I… May I come in?” Daniel said quietly. With his adrenaline lowering and his lack of movement he started feeling the cold of the night. “I suppose so.” The woman said warily. She stepped back and held the door open, “Are you looking for a room?” As Daniel gratefully stepped over the threshold and felt the carpet under his feet he let out a deep shuddering breath. He could hear himself crinkle and as he stepped into the light he was very aware that the woman, this complete stranger, was watching him like a hawk. “So, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” The woman asked, “I don’t think it’s Halloween, is this some kind of prank?” “Could we sit down?” Daniel asked, “It’s kind of a long story.” “Alright, come with me.” The woman said sceptically. Daniel was taken through to a small tea room. This was a rather traditional B&B and the tea room in question had just three small tables with two chairs at each, it looked a lot like a converted living room because it probably was. Thankfully it was late enough that no one else, if there was any other guests in the building, were in the room. The woman locked the door behind them. “Cup of coffee?” The woman asked. “Tea please, if you have it.” Daniel replied. “Of course.” The woman smiled thinly. Daniel was left alone for a couple of minutes and it gave him a chance to unwind from everything that had happened. He wondered if Emmy knew he was missing yet, he smiled as he pictured the ultra-controlling woman walking in to the nursery room and finding him gone. It felt like victory. “I suppose I should introduce myself. I’m Martina.” Martina was walking back in with a tray. “Daniel.” Daniel replied. “Well, It’s nice to meet you but I have to say I’m very curious about how you ended up on my doorstep like this.” Martina was smiling as she took her coffee but Daniel could sense some unease. He could hardly blame her when he was dressed so strangely. Daniel started to relay the whole story from the very beginning. He tried to be as honest as possible though he left out some details, he didn’t tell Martina how many times he had been made to orgasm nor the breastfeeding. But he did explain about how he had been essentially kidnapped, he told Martina about Emmy treating him like a little kid and why he was dressed this way. “My, my, my…” Martina shook her head as Daniel finally caught up to the present day and sipped his drink. “I have to call for help.” Daniel continued, “She’s crazy and needs locking up! Not to mention I need to go home and…” “I understand.” Martina was nodding her head, “But it’s very late and I think all this can surely wait till the morning.” “The morning?” Daniel was confused. Had Martina misheard how he had been treated? “It’s a small town, sweetie.” Martina said with a sympathetic smile, “Nothing in a small town moves quickly… except gossip, of course.” Martina laughed and Daniel forced a small smile on to his face. He had hoped for more immediate help but he supposed he couldn’t really insist on it after turning up at such a late hour. He would be safe here to wait through the night and the next day he would be on his way home. It seemed like a fair deal. “Am I to assume you haven’t any money to rent a room?” Martina asked. “Oh, erm, no…” Daniel hadn’t thought about that. He was at a bed and breakfast, guests were expected to pay for their rooms! “Don’t worry about it.” Martina said with a smile, “You’ve had a rough time. Tonight is free.” “Thank you very much!” Daniel smiled widely. “It’s late. How about we head up and we can talk about this more tomorrow.” Martina yawned as she spoke. “Of course.” Daniel said as he pushed his chair back, “I’m sorry for imposing.” Daniel stood up and again was reminded how much bigger than him Martina was. Just like Emmy, Martina towered over him as she started striding towards the door. Daniel was forced almost into a jog to keep up. As he crinkled along behind her he was yet again thankful that there were no other people up late. Daniel climbed up the stairs taking care to be as quiet as possible to not disturb anyone. He saw Martina turn and look at him, she had a grin on her face. Daniel assumed it was because of the crinkling which seemed to echo off the narrow walls, he couldn’t wait to take it off. “I’m afraid we only have one room spare.” Martina said quietly as they walked down the landing to a room at the end. “I’m sure whatever you have won’t be a problem.” Daniel said as followed the larger woman’s footsteps, “I have to thank you again for…” The door was opened and Daniel’s mouth ceased forming words. He couldn’t believe fate would be so unkind as to do this to him. Rather than a guestroom he was looking into a full on nursery, the kind of room that Emmy would’ve wished she had. There was nothing makeshift about this baby bedroom, it was perfectly set up. “I… I…” Daniel didn’t know what to say. He had frozen up completely. “Oh, I should’ve warned you.” Martina bit her bottom lip, “This is the only free room I’m afraid. It’s for the little one I have on the way.” “You’re pregnant?” Daniel said stupidly. “I’m expecting.” Martina smiled. Daniel stepped over the threshold into what looked like a baby boy’s nursery. Everything was a baby blue or white. Behind him the door was closed and Martina was looking on somewhat nervously. After everything that had happened the last thing he wanted was to spend more time in a nursery but he was short on alternatives. The other rooms were taken, he couldn’t take the couch because people would see him like this. “I guess… If there’s nothing else…” Daniel muttered. He felt even more embarrassed than he had turning up dressed this way. “Wonderful.” Martina walked over and lowered the side of the crib. Daniel walked forwards and suffered a horrible feeling of déjà vu as he climbed up on to the mattress. He sat back on his padded rear end and looked out at the room feeling disheartened, he had thought he had left all this behind him. “Can you leave the-” Daniel started. The side of the crib came rattling up and locked in place. Martina gave him a quick smile before she turned and left the room. Daniel was left alone in the dark silence, he had been about to ask that the side of the crib was left down but he guessed it didn’t make too much difference to him either way. As he laid back against the pillows he realised he had been left in his diaper and baby clothes as well. Bearing in mind the side of the crib had been locked into place the diaper may have been a good idea. He closed his eyes in the homes of rushing into unconsciousness. The last thing he felt as he drifted off was his bladder relaxing and a fresh stream of urine trickling out of him and into the already damp padding. --- When Daniel woke up the next morning it was significantly later than he had been waking up in the last few days. For a second he was very confused, his mind melding the nursery room at Emmy’s house with the nursery at the bed and breakfast he was now in. He remembered his late night escape and everything gradually came back to him. He could hardly believe he had made it away from his crazy cousin. Somehow the pacifier that had remained clipped to his onesie had found it’s way back into his mouth. He thought about removing it but it didn’t seem to be doing any harm and the sucking motion it promoted was somewhat calming despite how babyish it felt. Daniel sat up and wasn’t entirely sure why he had woken up. He still felt very tired and there wasn’t any sound from elsewhere in the building. He looked around through the bars of the crib at the nursery when he suddenly felt a strong cramping pain. “Uh oh.” Daniel muttered to himself around the mouth-filling teat. Daniel looked at the top of the bars to try and find a release catch but he couldn’t see anything. Even if he could the bars were so tall he wasn’t sure he would reach them. He was as trapped in this crib as he was back at Emmy’s. This was going to pose a really big problem really quickly. “Martina?” Daniel half-called out towards the closed door. Daniel didn’t know if he should be calling out or not. Martina had told him all the rooms in her B&B were full and he didn’t want to go alerting random people that there was a grown man in the nursery but he needed to get out of the crib. Daniel listened out for any signs of life but it was practically silent, he thought he could hear the faint sounds of a television nearby but he could’ve been imagining it. “Martina?” Daniel called out again. He was throwing caution to the wind as he raised his volume. Daniel waited and waited but there was still no sign of his host coming in to check on him. He hadn’t heard anyone in fact and to make matters worse his cramping was now nearly constant. He was biting the pacifier so hard he thought his teeth were going to go right through. His hands went down to his belly as he realised he wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. “Martina!?” Daniel genuinely shouted now. His voice echoed around the nursery a little. He couldn’t keep the desperation from his voice. Daniel’s plaintive pleas were met with silence and things were quickly becoming unbearable. Daniel held the bars of the crib so tightly he thought he might snap them but alas they refused to budge. He let out a whine as his cheeks flushed with heat. He was forced back slightly as he squat down on the mattress. His hands slipped down the crib’s bars as he felt the end coming. With an angry punch at one of the bars Daniel’s exhausted sphincter gave way. The hot mush pushed out of his body as if it were late for something. It pushed back against the rear of the wet diaper and when it couldn’t find any give it started smearing. Daniel could feel the stinky poop spreading up towards the small of his back and down between his legs. He felt it clogging the gap between his two cheeks and he even felt bits falling down into the snug seat of the diaper. Daniel had been thoroughly defeated and he now pushed down in defeat. He held his breath and grunted slightly as he pushed down and felt even more poop push out of him. The back of his diaper pushed out as much as possible but that wasn’t very far and it wasn’t long until it felt like his whole backside was covered in sticky muck. As Daniel let out his quivering breath his bladder relaxed as well and he flooded the diaper with yet more urine. By the time he had finished going to the toilet on himself he had seemingly pushed the padding to the absolute limit. A trembling hand reached around to his backside found that the diaper was as full as he thought it was. Daniel wasn’t going to call for Martina again even though the humiliation of being found like this was unavoidable. He didn’t dare move a muscle for fear of making himself even messier. He thought it would be just his luck that the door opened right after he had finished disgracing himself, and yet that didn’t happen. Half an hour later he was still crouched in the crib. When the door finally opened Daniel greeted it with relief even if it would also mean his embarrassment. He had begun to worry that Martina had forgotten about him. As the tall woman came in Daniel lowered his head and looked at the ground guiltily, it seemed incredible that he had managed to leave Emmy’s place but was still being humiliated like this, even if it wasn’t on purpose. He could hear her sniffing the air as she walked across the room towards the crib. “Oh my lord…” Martina put a hand to her chest and covered her mouth with the other, “I totally forgot you would be stuck in there!” Daniel looked up bashfully with his face blushing red. He realised he still had the pacifier between his lips and he quickly spat it out causing it to fall and bounce on his chest. He saw Martina looking at him and shaking her head. “You should’ve called.” Martina said. “I tried.” Daniel mumbled. “I didn’t hear anything.” Martina said as she walked over and hit the release which brought the bars down, “Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.” “It’s alright.” Daniel grimaced as he slowly slipped forwards. He had to turn his back to Martina as she dropped out of the crib and knew he was showing her his bulging disposable. “You certainly packed that thing.” Martina said as Daniel dropped on to his unsteady feet. Daniel didn’t know if Martina meant to make him embarrassed but she was certainly doing a good job of it. He turned around and wasn’t quite sure how exactly to deal with this, he eyed the changing table and watched as Martina seemed to put two and two together. “Right, you need to get changed.” Martina said, “I’ll help!” “Wha- Why? That’s really not necessary!” Daniel quickly said. --- You can find out what happens next RIGHT NOW on my subscription pages: https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1191430 https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyuiwxy1/chapter/53b87bc9-a225-40a1-b22a-305bc22262b9

Ot works for us. Perfect is in the eye of the beholder 😉 we just discussed and found what work for our household.

Ted’s mouth was dry. His hangover was certainly making him feel ill, but glares his roommates wore were enhancing his discomfort tenfold. Stacey was calm, but stern, staring daggers right through him with her piercing blue eyes. Lara looked absolutely pissed. Her brown eyes showed a fire Ted had never seen in her. He knew the feeling was inappropriate, but he felt oddly attracted to her in this agitated state. Ted had a hard time meeting either girl’s gaze. He felt ashamed, and mostly stared at his feet as he shuffled them nervously. He did not speak. “I asked you a question,” said Stacey, still measured, but sternly raising her voice slightly. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I… I’m…” Ted stammered. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “What was that??” Lara barked at him. “I’m sorry,” said Ted, firmly and looking Lara in the eye. He felt her stare soften a bit, as Lara recognized that he was genuinely regretful. “I’m sure you are,” Stacey said authoritatively. “You have quite a mess to clean up here. I expect it will take you most of the day. But the mess is only one part of this. We’ll need to take a walk around and make sure nothing was damaged. You’re very lucky your mattress wasn’t ruined by your little accident.” Ted blushed profusely. He again averted his eyes in shame. Stacey continued. “When you moved in here, we had a big talk about this. That was only a couple of months ago, when you agreed to respect our home and not throw outrageous parties.” She paused for dramatic emphasis. “And now, you’ve proven that you can’t be trusted. The minute Lara and I left town, you disrespected our shared space. As I’m sure you know, actions have consequences. So what do you think should be the consequences of your actions?” Ted once again felt like a little boy being scolded for misbehavior. He was fairly sure his mother had used the exact same phrase about consequences when he was younger. He shrugged. “I’ll clean everything up,” he murmured, “and pay for anything that got damaged.” “You’re damn right you will!” Lara cut in. Stacey put a hand on her friend’s leg and gave her a look that said ‘take it easy…’ Lara nodded and took a breath. Turning back to Ted, Stacey said, “Yes, you absolutely will clean the entire apartment and pay for any damage. But what about the breach of trust? How can Lara and I be sure this won’t happen again?” Fidgeting in his seat, Ted pleaded. “Please don’t make me move out. I’m really sorry and I truly promise it won’t happen again. I’ll clean everything now, and I’ll do extra cleaning all week to make up for it. Please. I can’t afford to live on my own. Please…” Stacey worked hard to suppress the smile curling in the corners of her mouth. Lara, too, was feeling satisfied with Ted’s groveling. Stacey continued to take the lead. “We would be very justified in kicking you out. You obviously know that. But I think we can give you a chance to earn back our trust. “Doing some extra chores this week sounds like a good start. Maybe a little childish, but you acted in an immature way, so perhaps a childish punishment is just what you need.” Ted’s heat sank when he heard the word ‘punishment.’ He was suddenly reminded of the ‘punishments’ he had overheard a few nights prior. Across the room, he saw the paddles hanging on the wall, neatly framed between his two roommates. He swallowed hard, almost an audible ‘gulp.’ Lara cut in. “I don’t think extra chores are enough of a punishment to earn back my trust. Since we’re considering about childish punishments, I think you should be grounded next weekend too. Just sit at home while everyone else is out, so you can think about what you did.” Ted hung his head. He did not want to miss a whole weekend out drinking with his friends. But he couldn’t think of a way to wriggle out of this. It seemed he would have to do whatever Stacey and Lara said in order to avoid being forced to move. “Hmm… it seems maybe Teddy doesn’t like that idea.” Ted blanched when Stacey used his childhood nickname. She prodded him further. “Don’t you think you deserve to be grounded? Or is there some other type of punishment that you think would be more appropriate for your behavior?” Now Lara had to suppress her smile. She couldn’t believe how neatly their plan was working out. Stacey had the boy wrapped around her finger, and it was only a matter of time before he was bare bottomed, getting his overdue spanking. Ted shifted in his seat. He suddenly felt the hard wood of the chair very acutely through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. He did not answer Stacey, as he debated internally. Being grounded did not sound fun. It was senior year, and there were a finite number of weekends left to party. Missing one of them because he was being punished like a teenager would be devastating. He considered the alternative. If he suggested taking a spanking instead, it would be painful no doubt, not to mention humiliating. But it would be quick. When it was over, he would be forgiven. Ted then recalled the excitement he had experienced listening to his roommates paddle each other. His cock stiffened and rubbed delightfully against his soft pants. How bad could it be? “Well?” Stacey’s voice broke him from his daydream. “Extra chores and grounded? Or do you have another suggestion?” Ted’s eyes were fixed on the paddles hanging on the wall. His mind was made up, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for it. Stacey turned and looked over her shoulder to glance at the paddles. She turned back to Ted, whose line of sight did not shift. His lip quivered as he struggled to speak. “Are you looking at those paddles?” Stacey asked bluntly. Ted didn’t move. Lara snapped her fingers. “Hey! Stacey asked you a question. Speak up, mister!” Ted looked back and forth at Stacey and Lara. He slowly nodded. “Do you think you deserve a paddling?” Lara asked. Again, Ted nodded. “What a great idea,” Stacey chirped. “I think a being spanked like a little boy will teach you a good lesson about acting like a grown up.” The room was silent for a solid minute. Ted’s heart was racing, his bottom and genitals tingling. Stacey turned to Lara. “What do you think, hon? Should we give this young man a good spanking?” Lara and Ted locked eyes. She smiled at him warmly. Her sweet look made him relax slightly. “Absolutely,” she affirmed. Ted hung his head. His fate was sealed. “Good. Teddy, please go choose one of the paddles from the wall over there,” Stacey commanded. Ted didn’t move. “Right now mister!” Lara yelled. Ted jumped from his chair and hurriedly crossed the room. The girls turned to watch him. He inspected each paddle, suddenly realizing how heavy they were and how much they were likely to hurt. He hesitated only a moment before choosing the one that appeared to be slightly thinner. Lara giggled with glee. “Oh goodie he chose mine!” Stacey stood from the couch. “Ok then. I get to give the warm up, and you give the swats.” Ted was puzzled, walking slowly back to the middle of the room, as Stacey took his place in the kitchen chair. “Please hand that paddle to Lara and come over here,” instructed Stacey. Still confused, but eager to get this over with, Ted complied. Stacey took his hands and stood him directly in front of where she sat. “Now here’s what’s going to happen,” she explained. “I’m going to put you across my lap and spank your bare bottom thoroughly with my hand. Once you are nice and red and warmed up, you’ll bend over the edge of the couch and Lara will paddle you.” She let her words sink in. Ted couldn’t believe this was about to happen. He hadn’t been spanked in years, and he had definitely never been hit with anything as heavy as the paddle that Lara now held, tapping it against her thigh. He was scared. Stacey continued. “This is just the beginning of your punishment. After you’ve been well spanked, you can begin cleaning. Once this place is spotless, the three of us will sit down and discuss whether any additional punishments that may be needed.” Again she paused. Squeezing his hands tightly to reassure him, she added, “We’ll also have to discuss your little bed wetting problem.” Hanging his head in shame, Ted felt tears well in his eyes. Stacey took his chin in her hand and lifted it so she would look him in the eye. She felt a surge of maternal energy, comforting Ted before she disciplined him. “It’s ok,” she said with a warm smile, her blue eyes glistening. “We'll get it all figured out, and we’ll make sure we can all trust each other again.” Ted felt an odd calm wash over him. Stacey was being so caring. She was being firm, but fair. He knew he had to earn her trust back. He knew he needed to be punished. “But, I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind,” Stacey said. “Before I take you over my knee, you can choose to not be punished. You can instead choose, if you’d rather, to pack your things and find somewhere else to live where this kind of behavior is tolerated.” Ted remained silent. No way was he moving out. He was ready to take his medicine. Still holding his chin, Stacey asked directly. “So? What’ll it be? Pack your bags, or get your bottom beat?” Ted took a deep breath. He found his courage. “I deserve to be punished. I’m sorry. Please give me a spanking.” Stacey gently slapped his face. “Gladly.” She hooked Ted’s arm and tossed him in a heap across her knees. Manhandling him, Stacey adjusted him into just the right position with his bottom perfectly primed for her hand. Patting him over his sweatpants, Stacey asked Lara, “What do we say about bottoms during a spanking, Lara?” The two girls sing-songed together, “ALWAYS ON THE BARE!!” Stacey hooked Ted's elastic waistband and yanked his pants down. Ted gasped as the cool air hit his backside. His cock, too, took note of his naked state in front of the beautiful girls. It stiffened and pressed into Stacey’s thighs. She ignored it, knowing it wouldn’t last once she got started. She slapped him once, hard, her long fingers covering plenty of ground. She rubbed him gently. “Ok little boy. Are you ready for your spanking?” “Yes…” he said meekly. Stacey started in. She held Ted tightly around the waist, and let him have it.

Seventy-Two Step 1.5: Talk to Mommy The next step on my return to adulthood was actually potty training. But it felt like there was actually a step that needed to happen before that–one that I probably should’ve started with in the first place.kylie I needed to talk to Mommy. I needed to tell her about what I wanted. But this was proving to be easier said than done. I had tried, on multiple occasions in the day or two that followed Mommy’s brief business trip to Atlanta, to start the conversation with her, but I just couldn’t commit. I’d stare at her with my mouth hanging open. Or I’d panic and say something off-topic, putting us on another tangent that I couldn’t steer back towards what I originally wanted to say. “We haven’t talked much about Lyndie’s little ‘field trip’ with you the other night while I was away,” Mommy said as she changed my diaper. My feet were pointed towards the ceiling as her practiced hands wiped away my latest stinky mess. “Did you have a good time?” “Uh, yeth,” I said through my pacifier. “You can take that thing out of your mouth, silly,” she said. “I understand you went to that pizza place near where you used to live. Quite the adventure for a little boy.” I opened my mouth wide, letting the pacifier roll out from my lips and onto the changing table next to my head. “It was good,” I said. “I missed, uh…” I wasn’t sure how to finish that thought. What was it that I had missed? Not the specific people–both Ava and Lyndie had been over to the house recently. “You missed pretending to be an adult?” Mommy asked. “Y-yeah. I think that’s it.” This felt like a good opportunity to have the conversation I had been struggling with having. “Well I’m proud of you,” she said. “R-really?” Maybe this would be a pretty easy conversation. She’d do most of the work for me–telling me that she was proud of me for going out and hanging out with my friends without her. “Lyndie said that you managed to not humiliate yourself in front of everyone.” “Oh…” “I don’t want to say that I was rooting for you to have some nasty blowout in your pants in front of Ava’s friend. But…I do find the thought of that a little…titillating.” I sighed. Truthfully? I did too. But that was for neither here nor there. “Can I ask you something, Mommy?” “Yes, pumpkin?” “Uhm…do you think you’d be upset if I did things like that more often?” She chuckled a little, reaching to grab yet another wipe. “Do you think that’d upset me?” “No.” “You’re free to go out and be a big boy if you want to.” I could see it on her face–she had a good idea of the direction this conversation was going. It was hard to pin down what her expression was broadcasting. A little bit of sadness, maybe. A little bit of pride. “I’ve been thinking…” She sighed. “Oh? And what have you been thinking about?” “I think that I might be ready to, uhm, start…being an adult again?” Was that a tear welling in her eye? She blinked, and it was gone. “Of course, sweetpea. That was always the idea, right? Whenever you were ready.” “I mean…I don’t want to, like, flip a switch and suddenly be a big boy again.” I felt my cheeks warm at my mention of ‘big boy.’ “At whatever pace you want,” she said. “Like…I probably need diapers for a little while yet.” “Well, sure,” she cooed. “You made this little disaster while taking a nap.” “I don’t know where to start,” I shrugged. “I don’t know what to do. I just…I feel like I’ve been hiding for too long.” “What have you been hiding from?” she asked. The dirty diapers, and the wipes used to clean up after it, were bundled up and tossed into the diaper pail. It was a perfect toss, the diaper disappearing into the bin. She had lots of practice. “Nothing in particular, I don’t think.” “Your mother?” “Oh…yeah. Maybe a little. But, also, maybe I’ve just been hiding from growing up.” She laughed, giving my legs a little shake. “Look at you. You’re so tense. Was this that hard of a thing for you to say to me?” “A little.” “Why?” It probably wasn’t actually a mystery to her–she just wanted to hear me explain it, in my own words, rather than assuming. It was one of the many, many, things I loved about her. “I just…well…” I thought of Hillary again. She hadn’t actually done anything wrong, I didn’t think. She just…grew up. Moved on. Surely, Mommy had known that day would come–just as she knew the day would come for me. “If I left, eventually, it’d mean that you’d be alone. And…I hate thinking about that.” She took a deep breath, laughing from her nose as she exhaled slowly, her eyes closed and head shaking. “You’re just the sweetest boy.” A fresh diaper was unfurled and slid beneath me. Next came the liberal layer of baby powder. “I’ve been happy to have you in my life,” she continued. “I’d have been happy to just have you as my assistant at the office, but it’s been a joy to have you in my home–our home–for the last few months. But we both knew this couldn’t last forever. So, whatever it is you need to do, I’ll help you achieve that.” “But…” “And don’t worry about me, Baby,” she smiled. “I’ll be fine.” Her calm and collected responses probably didn’t do what she wanted them to. She likely wanted to encourage me and assure me that moving on was the best decision. Instead, her compassion was just reminding me that I was probably never going to meet anyone else like her. Maybe I’ll just stay here forever. “What will you do if I leave?” I asked. “Will you have another assistant? You, uh, don’t have one at your new company, right?” “I have Amber working at the front desk right now,” she said. “But she’s a competent young woman. I think I’d trust her taking on more duties as my assistant.” “Uh, do you think that…she’d be an assistant like…me?” Mommy laughed. “You know, I think she might go for it if I proposed it to her. I see a little glimmer in her eyes when she sees Neve taking Risa into her office for a feeding. But, I think I might be taking a break from changing diapers for a while.” “Oh?” She smiled and shrugged. “I suppose that sounds like I have another idea of what I’d want to do with myself, but I haven’t figured that out yet. And that thrills me.” It felt good to hear her say that. And though I didn’t think this was the case, it almost sounded like I was doing her a favor by moving on. Soon after, my feet landed back on the ground again as I hopped down from the changing table–a fresh diaper between my thighs and my onesie snapped shut over it. As was tradition, she gave my padded bottom a good pat. “What do you need from me?” Mommy asked. “How can I help you do the things you want to do?” I took a trip down the mental checklist: Call my mother. Call Megan. Potty training. Deal with chastity? Figure out school. Figure out a job. Figure out living on my own. I thought that might be the order, but maybe it didn’t matter–so long as all those things were figured out eventually. “Well…maybe there are two things you can help me with.” “Okay. Shoot.” “So, for one, I want to have a…job.” “Ah,” Mommy said. “You’re right. I can definitely help you with that.” “Like…a real job,” I said, a little nervous that she’d take offense to my request. “I want to learn how to do things. I want experience. I want to help do work.” She laughed. “I don’t know what the fun in that is–but that’s still something I can provide for you. When you’re ready, you can come to the office with me.” “Th-thank you, Mommy.” “And the other thing?” she asked. “You said there were two things I could help you with?” “Well…I should probably be a little less dependent on diapers, right?” “Potty training, huh?” “Just a word of warning: my mother claims that it was hard to potty train me the first time.” “Should I give her a call? Maybe she can give me some pointers.” It didn’t matter if she was joking or not–the very thought of Mommy and my mother having a conversation together was still the most terrifying thing I could think of. Especially now that my mother might have had a little insight into my infantile life. “If she figured it out, I’m sure you can too,” I said. “Well one of us needs to call your mother,” she replied. Touché. “Th-that’s actually on the list,” I said. I had already talked Mommy’s ear off about the humiliation I felt when my mother was the accidental recipient of photos intended for Mommy–many times. “Good,” she said. “She probably misses you.” She stopped short of just commanding me to call. I’d have done it if she just told me to–but we both knew it’d be better if I handled it when I was ready. “Thank you, Mommy,” I said. I wasn’t thanking her for anything specific–it was just a general note of appreciation for everything. “Of course, Baby. Now then. I’ve got a few emails and calls I need to catch up on downstairs. You think this diaper might last a while?” I nodded. “I think so.” “Good boy. I’ll be in my office if you need me. And Clark?” “Yes, Mommy?” “Your phone is where you left it, in the drawer in the kitchen. You might need to charge it. That is, if you need it.” Soon after, I had been left to my own devices. Call your mother. I knew I needed to. Call Megan. But I wasn’t as close to her. Would she even care when I called? Call…Paige? No, I’d probably text her. But that seemed like a much more palatable idea than reaching out to anyone else. Before I moved in with Mommy, my cellphone had been practically glued to my hand–as it likely is for most anyone else in the 21st Century. An unintended consequence of my move, however, had been a lot less screen time. I had handed my laptop and cellphone over to Mommy early on–though they were never actually hidden away. She’d give me time on them in small doses–but if I really wanted them, I could have them. For a time, I had missed being so connected to the world. I had taken for granted how easy it was to know anything. News. Music. A game to distract me. YouTube. Wikipedia. It was all just a finger's movement away. With a screen less convenient to get to, I had to fill that time with something else. Thinking, mostly. But then I got sick of thinking all the time. I’ve heard people say that technology like phones, tablets, and laptops only serve to act as pacifiers for adults. I’d argue that I wasn’t at my most infantile until my phone was gone. When I had gotten sick of thinking–I became proficient at just turning my mind off. My phone was right where I expected it to be, and it was dead. Mommy had charging cables in just about every room of the house, and so it wasn’t hard to find one. I plugged it in, and waited for it to charge for a little bit. As tempting as it was to stare off into space and slip into the empty headspace I sometimes found synonymous with being ‘baby-brained,’ I just stared at the phone–waiting for it to be charged enough to use. A few minutes later, the screen illuminated. Off the grid. It was a phrase I had thought about from time to time. I hadn’t really gone off the grid–not in the way that people who prided themselves on such a feat did it. I had merely become harder to reach. Perhaps frustratingly so. 27 Missed Text Messages. I used to make it a habit to at least check my phone once a week–just to make sure that I wasn’t missing anything important. That habit had slipped into the ether at some point. I was ignoring the texts from my mother. The friends–the friends I cared about–knew where I was. And the rest just didn’t seem important at all. There were a few texts from ‘Mom’–the name still throwing me off when I saw it. It was my mother–not Mommy. I had only just changed her name to ‘Mom’ in my phone before everything in my life upended. In fact, the change of name had been what caused the confusion when Megan sent pictures of my messy diaper to the wrong woman. My mother reached out almost every week. Not long after I had moved in with Mommy, her messages had an almost pleading tone to them–practically begging for me to call her. At the time, I assumed it was, exclusively, because she wanted to know what those pictures were about. More recently, her texts seemed to lack a sense of immediacy–acting only as somber reminders that she still cared about me, regardless of whatever it was that she had seen earlier. Her most recent text was really all I needed to read: Mom: “I hope you’re doing well, Clark.” For the most part, the rest of the new texts seemed to be of no real consequence. A cousin was spamming every number saved in his phone to try to drum up support for a new online business he was working on. A group text from some folks I had gone to college with had some new activity. Also: Ava - “Hey, you around? I was hoping we could catch up.” Ava had reached out a little bit ago too–seemingly before Mommy had asked her to babysit for me. The text was dated a few weeks ago. I couldn’t help but wonder what might have changed in my timeline if I had answered her then. Did my silence help push her towards Caleb, even a little bit? No use dwelling on that now. Though that did remind me of something else. I had Paige’s number memorized by this point. I punched it in and started crafting a message for her. I was met with writer’s block–texter’s block?–right away. Even before I had allowed myself to regress to babyhood, I hadn’t been the most suave when it came to the ladies. What was I supposed to say? “Hey, baby, am I happy to have seen you, or is my diaper just wet?” No, no, no. I deleted the message as quickly as I could. “It was great seeing you the other night. I hope I can see you again soon.” Better. And true. But…was that really what I wanted my opening message to her to be? I felt like I had to reference diapers somehow. I was just so curious about what Paige’s deal was. Maybe Lyndie was right and I had somehow managed to inspire someone else to start wearing diapers. Considering how many people had seen–or known–about my diapers by now, maybe the odds were in my favor that someone liked what they saw. What was the other option? That of all the people in my neighborhood to have seen me in a diaper, Pizza Girl just so happened to be an ageplay enthusiast herself? “Keeping dry?” No, that wasn’t any good either. Deleted. “I cracked open a jar of strained green beans today and I thought about you…” What the fuck? No. Deleted. I was overthinking it, and would probably continue to overthink it. Me, to Paige: “Hello. This is Clark. AKA…Diaper Boy. It was great seeing you the other night. I hope I can see you again soon.” Sent. Done. There was a hot spurt of pee in my diaper, the new warmth quickly absorbed by the padding and dispersed in every direction. I wondered how Paige would react to the truth: that I didn’t just like diapers–I wore them 24/7 and usually needed someone else to change them for me. Would she run for the hills? Or would she just laugh and volunteer to wipe my ass for me? I’m probably jumping into this stuff way too quickly. I should be thinking about potty training. I should be thinking about working and saving money. School. Apartments. I should, at the very least, not have my cock locked up in a cage when I go out to meet people. How soon was too soon to tell someone you were interested in that your cock was, effectively, off limits? For now, at least. I wished I had brought that up in my conversation with Mommy earlier. There was another splash of warmth between my legs. Might as well just empty it all out. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly as I finished what my body had already started–releasing a nice long stream into the diaper. All this time later and I still wasn’t sick of this feeling. It was a moment of pure bliss, feeling the diaper swell and thicken around me. And then, immediately after, there was the pleasure of getting to sit in my swampy pants. Sometimes–when I’d wet so much that the padding couldn’t keep up with all the moisture–excess pee would puddle at the bottom of the diaper, making it feel like there was a water balloon between my legs. I loved that feeling. I wanted to ‘grow up,’ but that didn’t mean I wanted to give up diapers forever. I already knew that diapers, on some level, were just going to be a part of me forever. My phone vibrated. I quickly grabbed at it, expecting–hoping–it would be a response from Paige. It was. Paige: “Well, well, well. Who let this baby have a phone? And ‘Clark?’ Not the name I imagined you having.” I took a deep breath, slowly releasing it from my nose. Flirtatious banter–oh how I had missed you. Me: “What name did you think I’d have?” Paige: “Paul? Peter? Something with a P, I think.” Me: “There’s not a single P anywhere in my name!” Paige: “Would you have guessed my name is Paige?” Me: “No. But I also don’t think I’ve ever met a Paige in my entire life.” This was the life–my feet kicked up on the coffee table, my hand slipping between my legs to feel my warm and bloated diaper with one hand while the other communicated with my newest friend. “Skipped a few years, have you?” A voice said from behind me. Surprised, I slid my feet off the table, fumbling with my phone before ultimately dropping it on the ground as my cheeks blushed brightly. My only response was a confused: “Huh?” “They grow up so fast,” Mommy sighed dramatically. “He was just a little baby yesterday. Today, he’s smiling at his phone like a teenager. Still in diapers though…” “I…uh…” I felt like I owed her an apology, though I wasn’t exactly sure what I’d be sorry for. “Who’s got you all flustered-looking, Baby?” “Uh, well, this is just some…friend. We’d known each other for a little bit and…” “A girl, Clarky?” “Yes…” She shook her head slowly, smiling as she watched me. “Is that what all this growing up and moving on stuff is about, Clarky? Are you catching feelings for someone?” “N-no, Mommy. I…” “I’m teasing you, Baby.” I sighed and laughed nervously, reaching down to grab my phone, seeing that Paige had responded. Paige: “Truth be told, Paige is my middle name. But my first name is Trudence, believe it or not. But this is the one and only time we make mention of that name. Got it?” “Is it Ava?” Mommy asked. I shook my head. “Is it…someone I know?” I shook my head again. “Is she cute?” I felt my cheeks warming considerably as I nodded. “Be sure to let her know that if she hurts you in any way, I’ll hunt her down and mount her head on my wall.” “Uh…I’ll see if I can work that into the conversation.” And that seemed to be that. Mommy had nothing else to say about the situation–even later when she was changing the incredibly soggy diaper I was wearing while texting with Paige. Usually, this was when she was able to ask me all the hard-hitting questions, knowing that I couldn’t run and hide from them. Tonight, she kept her questions to herself and just went about her job with a smug smile on her face. “Are you too big for the crib, now?” she asked me later, escorting me to the nursery for bedtime–a nightly ritual of ours. “I…I’m still a baby, Mommy. For now.” “For now,” she repeated, wistfulness in her voice. “I’ll take what I can get.” She leaned into the crib, planting an especially juicy kiss on my cheek. “Goodnight, Baby. I love you.” “I love you too, Mommy.” She paused at the door before stepping out into the lit hallway. She didn’t say anything, she just seemed to be taking everything in–taking a mental photograph, perhaps. I rarely had trouble falling asleep while in the crib. A thick diaper between my legs and a stuffed animal at my side, and I felt like I could sleep through an earthquake if I had to. Tonight, however, sleep wasn’t coming all that easily. Part of it was just this energy that I felt running through my body–an excitement about the things to come. Jobs. Money. Buying sandwiches from the deli. I missed life, and it was all starting to feel close again. But there was another feeling too. Anxiety. Life was hard, and I remembered the times that I thought I wasn’t very good at it. How long after I left Mommy’s bubble would I find myself run down by everyday living again? The anxiety turned to restlessness, and the restlessness made me thirsty. I rarely left the crib once Mommy put me into it for the night, but tonight would have to be an exception. I reached around the bars and pulled the lever to release the side of the crib so that I could climb out. Mommy would probably still be downstairs–but that wasn’t a bad thing. Maybe I could sit with her on the couch for a little bit. Maybe she’d even let me sit in her lap. As I made my way down the steps, I could hear Mommy talking–her words getting a little more clear with each step. “...and I feel like a fool,” she was saying to someone. She was probably on the phone, as I was almost positive that I’d have known if she was having a visitor tonight. “This was always the plan, you know–he’d spend some time with me and then go out on his own again. I always knew he’d leave eventually. But I didn’t really think about it all that much, you know? Out of sight, out of mind.” She paused, presumably to let the person on the other end talk. I was tempted to get even closer and stand near the entrance to the living room, but I stayed on the bottom step. “Right,” Mommy said. “Exactly. It’s just… It’s hitting me a lot harder than I thought it would. And I can’t let him know that, of course. I want him to do what he wants to do. I want him to be happy. And if he’s ready to spread his wings again–I’m all for it. But…can I say something a little selfish right now?” Another short pause. “When he’s gone, I have no idea what I’m going to do with myself. I don’t have a spouse. I don’t have children. And when the one thing I have–a grown man who I keep in diapers–is gone…what then? I’m tired of being alone. I…I feel like I’ll have nothing, Neve. Well, besides work–and I can’t let that define my life. It terrifies me.”

Chapter Four June didn’t really have a plan. Ever since Elizabeth had been invited to spend the night at her apartment, June had only been motivated by doing whatever it took to inconvenience and embarrass her boss. So far, things had gone well. Better than June had initially expected, as she was now in control of Elizabeth’s wallet and cell phone. And with only a suitcase full of juvenile clothes, Elizabeth probably wouldn’t be showing her face outside their hotel suite. It wasn’t until June stepped out of the elevator onto the main floor that she realized the possibilities now that she was the only one from their company present for the first evening of the conference. For the next few hours, she could quite literally make herself the face of their department. Initially, this had been all about screwing with Elizabeth’s career. But, what if . . . Instead of going with her original idea to apologize for her boss’s absence, and letting slip that Elizabeth had missed her flight due to oversleeping, June could quite literally pretend that she was the one who had been sent for the various pitches that Elizabeth was supposed to be in charge of. Long term, that was so much better than simply dropping comments that made Elizabeth look irresponsible, untrustworthy, etc. If she played her cards right, June might actually be able to save her career. Elizabeth wouldn’t be capable of firing her if everyone saw how much business June had personally succeeded in bringing to the company. Or, best of both worlds, they would also see that Elizabeth wasn’t nearly as hardworking as she pretended to be. ‘One step at a time,’ June told herself. That was how everything had worked out well up until this point. Rather than some long term scheme, she would continue focusing on the present and adapting along the way. Still, June had to think quickly. She couldn’t tell any outright lies that would later be contradicted. The thing about Elizabeth’s flight was fine because June knew she’d be able to sell that as an excuse to her boss later. Of course, she would have left out the oversleeping part of it, leaving Elizabeth to apologize for her delayed arrival while their potential client would know why she missed the flight. Now that she was speaking for herself, however, June had to be careful. She couldn’t just make up some job title for herself, as the people she’d be talking to tonight would eventually be meeting her higher ups. Plus keeping track of lies was such a chore. She’d be better off weaving clever half-truths and letting her expertise speak for herself. After all, June knew the presentation material better than Elizabeth did. It turned out that pulling that off was a lot easier than expected. All June really had to do was talk about her experience at the company. How she originally started in more of an admin capacity, but was currently in the process of transitioning to more of a business associate role. It might have been a slight stretch, as no one had officially offered her such a position, but she could always claim that someone must have misheard her if someone back at the office ever called her out on it. Because for the most part, it was true. She started more as an admin/assistant, had recently been looped into a number of important conversations, and was now quite literally being flown halfway across the country to assist with securing a major client. For all intents and purposes, she had a promotion coming, as long as Elizabeth was out of the way. Being burdened with most of Elizabeth’s paperwork also ended up giving June an enormous edge as she continued networking throughout the evening. One of their current clients asked about her, and June was quick to clarify what actually was the truth. “Oh, Ms. Harris mostly handles communication. I’m the one responsible for managing most of her accounts. Didn’t I just work on a project that streamlined the way your company does inventory the other month?” June made a point to downplay the memory, while also casually giving herself all the credit. Meanwhile, she aimed to make Elizabeth sound like one of those middle managers who only delegated without actually doing any work herself. That was more or less what Elizabeth was like, anyway. Though Elizabeth contributed at some capacity, June was more than happy to take all the credit for a job that Elizabeth had only done maybe 15% of compared to June’s 85%. There was also no need for June to abandon her first idea. Whenever she had the chance, she innocently mentioned that Elizabeth overslept and missed her flight. Since tomorrow was a completely different battle, June decided to cover her bases. Ideal world, Elizabeth would be trapped in the hotel suite all weekend. However, June really doubted that her boss would take that lying down. Somehow, someway, she would need to figure out if it was possible to solo the weekend. Then a crazy idea presented itself to her in the form of the very same potential client she and Elizabeth had been sent there to land. There were a few other meetings with current clients they would be responsible for, but all of those paled in comparison to the business they were charged with bringing in. After purposely avoiding the female CEO for a good hour or so, as she didn’t want to come across as too desperate or eager, June finally found a window to introduce herself when the two of them were ordering a new round of drinks. In reality, it was June’s first actual cocktail, as she had been drinking tonic water thus far in order to stay on her game while appearing as if she was socializing over drinks like everyone else. All the other conversations had been with people she had either met before or already heard the names of. That’s why it had been so easy to nonchalantly talk herself up while simultaneously putting Elizabeth down. This was different. Taking a completely different approach, June opted to simply be genuine and not play any games. That was where June was nothing at all like Elizabeth. Though June was more than capable of playing the professional role, she was also more down to earth and direct than most people in her department. It was probably why she got noticed, as she simply got to the point with her good ideas, rather than circling for five minutes in corporate speak like she witnessed all the time in various meetings. She and Ruth only talked for a few minutes, during which June got the chance to hear about Ruth’s company. It was a good way to both break the ice and to glean a bit of information that might help with their pitch the following day. Apparently Ruth’s company was rather family oriented, and put a major focus on work/life balance. It could have been bullshit, considering how countless companies claim such things on the surface while actually taking advantage of their employees left and right. The more Ruth talked, the less that seemed to be the case. To her, after rising through the ranks while also being constantly stressed about juggling family commitments, it only seemed fair to not burden anyone else with such challenges. As long as everyone got their work done in a timely manner, Ruth didn’t mind people leaving halfway through the day to pick up a sick child from school, or working remotely when they had responsibilities at home to tackle as well. In fact, there were often times where individuals would come to work with their kid, provided their presence wasn’t disruptive to everyone else. The more June heard, the more the gears in her head started turning. She definitely didn’t want to blindside Ruth at the pitch tomorrow, but also wanted to test the waters in case she could get Elizabeth on board. “That sounds like a really healthy work culture,” June said, “I’m responsible for my niece here and there this weekend, and scheduling has been a nightmare with all the meetings I’m going to be involved with.” That’s all it took. “You’re more than welcome to bring her tomorrow if it makes things easier for you,” Ruth shrugged, “As long as she’s not a distraction, of course.” “Thank you for the offer. I’ll keep it in mind,” June said, “And I really appreciate it. Her parents still have to get back to me about a couple details, but I can call ahead and let your office know in advance if I end up deciding to do that. It’ll certainly be easier than dropping her off somewhere, or commuting back and forth across the city all day.” Ruth went on to explain how that’s exactly why she makes a constant effort to avoid such complications. Instead of wasting time and money on this or that, she’d rather everyone do what’s simplest and easiest whenever possible. By the time she shook Ruth’s hand and expressed how she was looking forward to their meeting tomorrow, June was just barely able to focus on the woman before her. Her thoughts were solely on whether or not she would be able to convince Elizabeth to go along with something like that. June was too young to pass a girl Elizabeth’s size as her daughter, but maybe the ‘niece’ concept would work out. The clothes already did wonders to make Elizabeth look younger, especially with the messy braid. If June had thirty minutes to really put in the effort, Elizabeth might actually be able to pass as a tween girl. A more immature outfit than the one Elizabeth had chosen, a clever combo of hair/make-up, rounded off with how dramatic the contrast would be when June towered over her in business attire? It definitely wasn’t the half of a drink that made it sound like a good idea. June was still completely sober, yet pretty convinced she could pull it off. There was just the matter of getting Elizabeth on board . . . Meanwhile, Elizabeth’s time upstairs hadn’t been nearly as productive as June’s. For nearly thirty minutes, she just sulked. Instead of networking and putting her face to all the projects she had taken full credit for, she was sequestered to her hotel room. Now that June was gone and there was no time pressure, Elizabeth more thoroughly perused the suitcase her assistant had incorrectly grabbed. By the time every single outfit piece was sitting on the bed, Elizabeth was confident that she was wearing the only decent combination available. Most of the tees and tank tops were brighter and girlier than the colors she wore on a daily basis in both her personal and professional life. Huffing in annoyance, she stuffed everything back into the suitcase without any rhyme or reason. She didn’t plan on wearing anything but what she had reluctantly tried on to shut June up. First thing tomorrow, they were going to skip breakfast and go shopping instead. As for the ‘divide and conquer’ strategy June mentioned, Elizabeth found that it didn’t actually make any sense. All their materials were in June’s room. Since Elizabeth had already memorized all of her presentations, there was really nothing else to prepare. She had already gone over the information again and again throughout the last week or so. It took all of ten minutes of pacing back and forth and speed talking through the first few meetings for her to verify that she still knew everything backwards and forwards. Without a phone or laptop, Elizabeth was bored within the hour. Taking June’s suggestion, as she was quite used to her assistant anticipating her needs at this point, Elizabeth picked up the phone and ordered herself a small feast via room service. She would have spent the funds at the bar this evening anyway, plus she was used to treating herself on the company’s dime. On top of that, June had been the one to make the reservations, which meant it would be June’s company card that was charged for whatever Elizabeth ordered. Showing that her assistant was being irresponsible with her credit card was yet another thing Elizabeth could add to the list in terms of getting the girl fired. Elizabeth was a little bit worried about ordering herself wine. Thanks to her size, she was carded quite often, even when dressed more nicely than any college student could afford. If that happened at upscale bars in expensive clothes, she could only imagine what would happen in her current get-up. She was still tempted to change back into her PJs, if only because that’s what her more adult self would wear. However, she decided to stay in the jean shorts and white top on the off chance that June returned early enough that they could head to a nearby store. Things were open later in the city, though Elizabeth’s current lack of technology meant she couldn’t check out the surrounding area. As for drinking, that would be fine, since they reserved the room as young adults. Just to be safe, Elizabeth even requested they leave the tray outside the door. She would often do that anyway, as retrieving her food was preferable to dealing with tedious small talk. Without any other way to entertain herself, Elizabeth found a decent movie to watch. The overpriced food and wine was helpful in taking the edge off after a frustrating day. Still, it was difficult to relax when she was stuck relying on her assistant even more than usual. Even if the airport had sorted things out with Elizabeth’s purse, June would be the one they called. And at this point, there was a chance June wasn’t paying attention to her phone if she was busy laying the groundwork for their meetings tomorrow. June was away until almost 10 PM. She let herself back into their suite and found herself face to face with Elizabeth almost immediately. The more casually dressed girl was lounging on the sofa and was more than halfway done with the nearby bottle of red. “Finally,” Elizabeth huffed, “What took you so long?” “There were a lot of people to talk to,” June said. Getting right to it, she stepped farther into the living room, “Listen, Elizabeth. We need to talk. I have an idea that will give us an edge against the competition tomorrow, but it’s a little bit unorthodox.” “I’m listening,” Elizabeth replied. Sitting up slightly, she added on, “And it’s Ms. Harris.” “We already went over this.” Though she had no intentions of falling back to the more submissive language when they were in a private setting and her boss did not look like a professional woman at all, June split the difference by topping off Elizabeth’s glass. “Let’s worry about titles later. Besides, it won’t make any sense for me to call you that if we decide to commit to what I have in mind.” “And what do you have in mind, June?” That was part of why June had been later to return. After one or two more conversations by the bar, she had spent a good hour or so in a more secluded area drafting up an outline for how she might approach this concept that was going to be insulting no matter how she spun it. The goal was simple–to make Elizabeth see that the benefits would outweigh the blow to her pride. Of course, a little wine couldn’t hurt the equation. She also predicted that leaving Elizabeth alone for longer would ensure that she’d be at least a little tipsy. That was only partially the case, as clearly the petite young woman had been working through the bottle a lot more slowly than the previous evening. So, using the same strategy as she had done back at the apartment, June took it upon herself to refill the glass in a way that ensured Elizabeth would keep drinking. Maybe it was wrong to intentionally lower her inhibitions, but June had been pushed to the point where she would do whatever it took to both protect herself and get a bit of justice/vengeance for Elizabeth’s selfishness and laziness. Intentionally stalling, June started by talking about Ruth’s company. Acting like she was debriefing Elizabeth on the information she had gleaned downstairs, while really setting the stage for what was to come. All while letting Elizabeth sip more wine along the way. Most importantly, June emphasized how family was something their soon to be client valued. She was certainly stretching the truth, as it sounded like Ruth’s real goal was keeping her people happy from a mental health and work/life balance standpoint, but Elizabeth didn’t need to know that. Children had been mentioned enough times in the earlier conversation, as that had been Ruth’s personal struggle as both a mother and a business woman. The nuances didn’t matter quite as much when it was just June and Elizabeth, as long as the end result could be achieved. “Anyway,” June said, “I would have cleared it with you first, but you lost your phone. Basically, I floated the idea that I might be stuck with my niece for part of the day tomorrow, and the CEO encouraged me to bring her to the meeting if that simplified my schedule.” “Your niece?” Elizabeth asked, “This is a business trip. Why the fuck would you have to watch your niece at all? That’s not what you’re here for.” June took a breath, as if she was hesitant to continue. Taking the bait without realizing it, Elizabeth scoffed. “What? Spit it out, June.” Pausing for another second to really sell it, June explained, “I think we should say that you’re my niece. Let me give the presentation, and show Ruth that they’ll be working with people that share their family values.” “Umm, what? That’s ridiculous.” It was one thing to be mistaken as underage at the liquor store. This was something else entirely. “It’s not ridiculous,” June simply said, “Here, give it a try. Call me ‘Aunt June.’” ------------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

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

Woopsie! Maybe a native english speaker could help me to correct the text? Anyway, here is the next part. This time, it's just talking between two female character cause I have to prepare the action. The cafeteria where the women had their meals looked out, through large windows, onto the boys' playground. As long as we were too far away to understand their nonsense or have our ears torn by their screams, there was nothing more relaxing than watching boys play in a place provided for this purpose, where they couldn't break anything... except maybe -watch them sleep quietly but you shouldn't ask too much. Delphine was coming out of a particularly boring class with a verbose teacher whose main skill was to spend two hours of class explaining in every possible way what would have taken five minutes in an everyday language. A parasite. It seems that she was brilliant in her youth. If it was true, it was a valuable warning about the kind of cocky, pretentious imbecile you become the day you think you've arrived. Besides, his boy was poorly brought up. Well... of course, Delphine was not a reference: she found half of the boys poorly behaved, but this one was among the worst. She was grumbling when her friend Scylla came to join her at her table. Latin with a touch of Arab blood, very tall even for a woman of her century, muscular like a panther, energetic, ambitious, enthusiastic... next to her, Delphine sometimes had the effect of already being an embittered old witch. This impression was further aggravated by the fact that Delphine's studies revolved around virtual reality, a field which would easily provide her with a stable profession but in which everything had already more or less been invented, while Scylla was studying a field of the future if there was one: humanoid robotics. She had a chance to become a pioneer in her field, to have a career full of risks, discoveries and adventures. What brought the two young women closest, in short, was their shared passion for boys. For that at least, Delphine was a young adult like any other in the middle of her “boy crazy” period. So they started by exchanging comments on trendy boy bands, the most adorable male actors, the latest collections of clothing or toys... “It's unfortunate,” Delphine remarked, “but women tend to want to buy their boys a toy not because they think he'll find it particularly amusing, but because he'll be really cute with it in hands. _Yeah, replied her friend, it’s not glorious but it’s human. I guess we can do it 50/50.” Outside the boys were laughing, jumping, climbing, running in all directions, screaming war cries and, at the slightest scratch, a supervisor rushed at them armed with bandages and disinfectants. “Next year,” Delphine continued, “one in three supervisors will be replaced by a robot nanny. The decision has been made. » Scylla frowned. “Do you really want to talk about this? If it's to make you angry again... _ No, promised I won’t get angry. I still disagree and... I admit I sometimes had somewhat strong reactions but that's okay, I digested it all. On the other hand, I would continue to campaign against the legalization of robots with a disciplinary program. » Scylla shrugged. “You know what women said fifty years ago: MY boy will not be fed or dressed by a machine. Twenty years later, MY boy will not be bathed, diapered or rocked by a machine. Ten years ago, MY boy won't be prostate milked by a machine. Each time, the apocalypse was predicted and each time, the machines proved themself worthy : four times fewer domestic accidents in homes equipped with a nanny robot. _ Body care is one thing, but here we are talking about allowing a machine to punish a human, including spanking. A machine capable of hitting a human, however lightly, sounds like the start of a disaster scenario. _ So yes… but: On the one hand, if you fear a "I robot"-like scenario, remember that our nannies are not war machines. They are just built to be able to overpower a boy and remain much weaker than an adult woman. I'm not even talking about me, but a normal woman who isn't especially sporty. Then, they control the power of their movements about one centijoule, so there is no chance of them hurting a boy by accident. Last but not least, they ignore anger, fatigue, panic and anything else that could push a woman to go too far. From a purely security point of view, it is rather spanking by a human hand that should be prohibited. _And I suppose your metal nannies can understand why a boy misbehaves? They can make the difference between a boy who seeks to test the limits as they all do on occasion, and another who is feeling very bad and does not need punishment but listening and comfort? Scylla frowned, not out of annoyance but because the flame of ambition was kindled within her. " No... not yet. But it’s a good area for improvement, I would talk to my teachers about it. » That's how Delphine contributed despite herself to the advent of the Frankenstein's creature she wanted to prevent.

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

SUMMER!! Wearing diapers in the summer can be mighty unpleasant. Being a Female on Diaper Servers/Chat rooms! Too many men think that just because you are a female (naturally born or otherwise) that you are only there to be their new MOMMY! The don't understand that some women like to wear diapers too and some want to be a baby themselves. On top of that, Some men also aggressively start pursuing female ABDL's because they think they are entitled to do so. Can't tell you how many messages I have received in the past from Lurkers who don't even bother to say "Hello" before they ask if they can get/give a virtual diaper change/"Will you be my Mommy?"

The Second Train Harlow and Campbell caught the train with ten minutes to spare. Harlow led Campbell by the hand through train car after train car, until he found one that was mostly empty. There was an older woman asleep on the far side of the cabin, and a young couple about their age looking at their phones. Harlow pulled Campbell into one of the bench seats and tried to sit him on his lap, but Campbell squirmed off. "I can't sit on your lap in public," he whispered nervously, looking around the train car like a bunny in the forest. Scanning for danger. "I don't think it's a big deal, Crinkle Bell, but I won't push if this is a red for you. Is it a red? Or is it a yellow?" Harlow was very well versed on his colors, and he'd been the one to teach Campbell about the notion when they'd first started playing online. "I dunno... yellow I guess..." It took Campbell a long time to get used to the safe word system. He knew about it, of course, but using it was a different story. If someone was roleplaying with him at all online, he felt indebted to let them do it their way, even if it made him uncomfortable. But Harlow was very strict about it. And actually, Harlow was kind of sexy when he was strict. "Well, there are no more stops between here and where we get off," Harlow said, "and I don't think anybody else is going to come down this end of the carriage." Harlow stood up as he was talking, and he peered around the cabin, trying to figure out what spot was most private. "How about I sit down on the floor here," he gestured with a smile, "and you can sit on my lap? That way we're not in anyone’s line of sight." "You're being ridiculous," Campbell sighed. But Harlow's persistence was charming. He just wanted Campbell to be happy, to experience something nice. But this was the first time Campbell had done anything like this in real life: it was already nicer than he could have ever imagined. Campbell checked his phone. 52 minutes until the train arrived at Harlow's station. "What if you sat sideways, and you could put your feet up on me?" Harlow asked. "That's a perfectly normal thing, isn't it?" Campbell couldn't think of a single time when he saw a man put his feet up on another man's lap, but it was the kind of thing a girl would do with her boyfriend. And Campbell was a little petty when it came to gender stereotypes. So he nodded his head. He turned so his back was to the wall, facing away from the window, and put his feet up on his Daddy's lap. Under his jeans, the thickness of the diaper forced his thighs apart and the position felt a lot more vulnerable than Campbell anticipated. Color crept up to his cheeks. "You're such a good boy. You know, when you visit, we'll have to do this on my sofa. Except you won't have pants on then, and you'll just have your crinkles all visible and available for," and Harlow did lower his voice progressively during this little fantasy, "Daddy to see and touch and play with however he pleases." "Haaarlow," Campbell whined, under his breath. "Ah, ah. Try again." Campbell pouted and shook his head. No way, absolutely not. But Harlow put a hand over Campbell's thigh and inched it forward, between his legs. He gently brushed his palm over the denim jeans, along his inner thigh, only a few inches from the diaper concealed beneath. Campbell sunk lower into the seat and looked away. "Try again," Harlow insisted. Campbell glanced around. At the sleeping woman. He couldn't even see the couple anymore, with how he was sitting. Finally, in a voice that was so quiet it was mostly just mouthing the word, he said: "Daddy..." "Good boy," Harlow grinned. He reached up and patted the front of Campbell's jeans to reward him, and a slight crinkle echoed between the two men. "You know, we have to savor these moments," Harlow teased. "It won't be long before this is just the norm for you, after all. At first, maybe you’ll just forget what you're wearing, and when Daddy touches you, you'll blush and remember." Harlow was so good at the 'from now on' narrative. "I doubt I will ever forget this feeling," Campbell admitted with a small smile. It was heavenly. His first real diaper. His first real Daddy. It felt like all his dreams had come true. "Maybe not forget," Harlow said, deciding to rephrase his teasing. "But it'll be normal. Your baseline." "That... doesn't sound so bad," Campbell blushed. Harlow knew it was a long trip on the train, and he wanted it to be entertaining; one of Campbell’s biggest fears was 'awkward pauses and silences' and the two didn't have the natural rapport in person just yet to completely stave that off with natural chemistry. So Harlow said: "Do you wanna play a game? Do you know how to play Fortunately/Unfortunately?" Campbell shook his head. He'd never heard of it before. Harlow grinned. "Okay, the rules are really simple! One of us starts by saying fortunately... and then something fortunate. And then the other replies with unfortunately... with something unfortunate and related. And we go back and forth until one of us messes up and then we swap who does which role. It's really simple and really fun." "Alright... but you'll have to start, because I still don't think I understand." And Campbell had the sneaking suspicion that he would be better at the unfortunately side of things. Not that he was intrinsically pessimistic, but skepticism came naturally to him. Self-doubt. That kind of thing. "You got it, Crinkle Bell." Harlow was beginning to really like that as a nickname for his little diapered baby boy; it had a nice ring to it. "Unfortunately, we can’t play the Alphabet Game because you’d have to sit up," Harlow started. "Wait, so I'm supposed to do a fortunately now?" Campbell asked. His Daddy nodded. "Mm... okay... fortunately, this game seems easier?" Campbell said it like a question, wanting to be sure he was playing this game right. Harlow nodded in acknowledgement, but didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to stunt the flow of the game. Instead, he replied with: "Unfortunately, I’m not sure if it’s easy enough for a baby as little as you are, squirt~" "Fortunately, I'm a grown up!" Campbell shot back. "Unfortunately, your attire says otherwise." Campbell blushed. "Fortunately, I'm capable of a lot of grown up things to offset anything I'm wearing." "Unfortunately, I haven't seen any examples of that," Harlow teased. "Fortunately, I can prove it." Campbell swung his legs off his Daddy's lap and leaned forward on the seat. He leaned up to kiss Harlow on the lips, but hesitated at the last second. His eyes flickered around the train car. The moment of hesitation was all that it took for Harlow to seize the opportunity and flip this one to his own advantage: in Campbell’s hesitation, Harlow leaned closer and kissed himl, instead of allowing the smaller of the pair to take the initiative. And it was a good, firm, wonderful, hot, very Daddy kiss, too. Possessive. A possessive kiss. After it melted away, Harlow smugly smiled and whispered directly into Campbell’s ear: "Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure your diaper just got a whole lot less dry~" "F-fortunately... that's not... true..." Campbell managed to mumble, but the kiss had slowed his thoughts to a halt. The game was hard to keep up with, and all he could think about was the pressure on his lips that was no longer there. He had to take a deep breath. "Unfortunately, I don't think refuting my statement counts as your own statement," Harlow laughed. "I win." "...fortunately..." No, unfortunately! Campbell shook his head and leaned back again. "Yeah, okay. You won that one. But I think you cheated." "Feet," Daddy said, patting his thighs. Campbell obeyed, putting his legs back up on Harlow like they were before. "There’s Daddy’s good boy. Now it’s your turn, and you get to start with an unfortunately." "Unfortunately, this game seems rigged," Campbell said sourly. The lingering feeling of that kiss was still heavy on his mind. "Fortunately you look so cute when you’re pouting like that, Crinkle Bell." Campbell had a truly adorable pout, because his whole face got soft and slightly pink when he did. It was one of the cutest things about him, and one of the things that Harlow had been attracted to from the beginning. "Unfortunately, that is the worst iteration of my nickname so far," Campbell said, sticking out his tongue. "Fortunately, you’re going to look even cuter when we get your tongue pierced for Daddy." The topic had come up a few times when discussing gender stereotypes. Tongue piercings were such a slutty girl thing in movies and lewd stories, and Harlow had suggested (or playfully threatened - was there a difference?) that given the opportunity he’d take Campbell to get his done. "Unfortunately, needles freak me out," Campbell sighed wistfully. He had wanted to get his ears pierced in high school too, but never built up the courage. There was something freeing about letting someone else make all his decisions, but the fear never quite went away. "Fortunately, little kids often grow out of those fears." When Daddy said this one, he made sure that his hand was resting on a part of Campbell’s pants where he could feel the subtle bulge of the diaper. Just a gentle reminder. Campbell shuffled in place and looked down at Harlow's hand, curled around his thigh. Fortunately, there was a part of Campbell that believed him. Unfortunately, he lost another round of the game. It seemed like, with his Daddy around, it was hard for Campbell to find anything at all unfortunate. "Next stop, Policy Street Station." "Oh, that's us!" Harlow nudged Campbell's feet off his lap and grabbed the diaper bag from the seat next to him. Campbell hurried to follow suit, making their way to the sliding doors. Before the train came to a stop, Harlow turned to Campbell and took his hand. "It's getting late," Harlow said warmly. "I think the only thing we can really do from here is go back to my apartment. So if you'd like to end our date here, I understand. It's been a wonderful day." Campbell stood frozen for a moment. He hadn't thought about any of that. It was almost dark out, and there was still an hour-long train ride back to his town. But now that he was standing there, at the end of his time with Harlow, he really didn't want it to end. Was that too much? They had only just met each other... "No wrong answers," Harlow gently reminded Campbell, because he knew full well from their conversations that Campbell often got lost in his own head, trying to figure out what the ‘right answer’ was. Harlow had reassured him time and again that, with him, there weren’t wrong answers. Everything was the right answer. "Is it weird?" Campbell asked. "I mean... I want to spend more time with you, but... is it weird if..." Harlow shook his head. "It's not weird. I want to spend more time with you too." Campbell nodded. Then, if he got to choose... what he really wanted... "I want to get off at your stop." Harlow was kissing Campbell when the train came to a stop at the platform; there was nobody else in the vestibule, but Harlow would have kissed Campbell either way. When the creaking, squealing wheels finally piped down and the doors slid open, he took his diapered baby boy by the hand and led him off the train and onto the platform: the platform that Campbell was supposed to have gotten off at in the first place.

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

Ever poo in the potty and wish you'd done it in a diaper or pull up instead? As I've mentioned I'm not big on messing myself. I do love the feel of pooping in my diaper or pull up while I'm in the act - but once I'm done I don't like the feel of it on my bottom if it's the least bit mushy, don't like the smell, and I really despise cleanup. I don't mind a nice firm poo on occasion, though, and sometimes when I do one of those in the potty I wish I'd been wearing a diaper instead. Just happened tonight, actually, and I knew it was going to be pretty solid but I wasn't wearing a diaper, because it's too dang hot, and I didn't want to put one on just to poo and have to dispose of it mostly dry before bed. (On the flip side, there are plenty of times when I use the potty and think "dang, I'm glad I didn't do that in a diaper!" as well!)

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

Thanks to Personalias's discord for helping come up with the weird prompt and putting up with the early version. Blue Day by Operational Systems Her hair was perfect, as always. Blonde, with just a touch of auburn in the streaks, with a bit of sparkling glitter provided a slight catch of the light as she lay on her pink pillow. She had woken up two hours ago to start preparation for her show, which included combing and curling her hair, after applying no less than four conditioners, shampoos, clarifiers, and cleansers. She had even set up the room lighting to make it appear she was receiving the first glints of natural morning light through her window. The windows had been covered in black cloth and white studio lights were the sole source of illumination. “Hello friends! I’m feeling awfully blue today. What do you think? Do you think it’ll be a blue day?” Matilda was an influencer. She made her money, well to be honest her lifestyle was mostly supported by her parents, but in her mind, she earned her living by knowing how to be both important and online. Across the country tweens would load up her prompt-a-gram account, see a new video where she would showcase an overpriced piece of plastic or carcinogenic laden beauty product, and then go and click her link to buy one of their own. Her personal page was garnished with ads extolling services letting you “buy now and pay later” over just four to six easy payments. She found it adorable that the seven-foot ladies, many in their thirties and forties, would be taken in by the glamor and lifestyle of an Amazon like her. These tweeners would blow through entire paychecks on a water bottle she endorsed or purse they “had” to have. Matilda was not just an online presence, she knew how to work with her fans in person too. She would go to the mall and look down at the tweener gals, “Oh, you have such lovely shoes? Where did you see those?” “Oh my god, that dog carrier is adorable, who do you follow on prompt-a-gram?” - The tweeners always gushed at being noticed by a woman half their age and three feet taller – she was the real adult they all wanted to be one day. Matilda’s blue cover and blue pajamas and blue headband with matching blue wrist band for her blue case on her Melon phone caused the live chat to erupt: “OH MY GOD BLUE IT’S THE BLUE DAY.” “IT”S LIKE HAPPENING” “YOU GO GIRL>” Matilda smiled at that. Tweeners had a nasty habit of typing the first thoughts that entered their heads, rather than carefully considering how it might be perceived, and paying delicate attention to their words. They lacked both the caution of littles and the intelligence of bigs. That was fine, their money was just as good as anyone else’s. Blue, in this case, referred to a color of the envelope mailed to citizens by the Atlantica Adoption Service. Atlantica prided itself as a technocratic advanced and liberal people. In fact, Atlantica abolished forced adoptions five years ago. No longer would a judge or a doctor examine the small ones and declare “you’re clearly unable to perform as an adult in our society.” There were no more “death sentences,” and most of all no more fake maturosis diagnosis by psychologists who can be bribed, or corrupted. Atlantica had decided on a new route, a progressive forward looking one. Technology would be the liberator of the littles. That meant of course, every movement was tracked by a machine. Every purchase, every website, every place driven, and all phone calls were monitored. Everyone was continuously recorded by camera and all their activities logged into the great computer. The great machine assigned each person in the country a maturity score. If your maturity score fell too low, you would receive a letter informing you were being adopted, and a corresponding Amazon would receive their own blue letter, indicating they would receive their new child. Each little would be paired with whom the machine determined would best match their personalities and needs. No more corruption, no more errors, nothing needed to be faked. Even the littles had to admit it was fair, in its own twisted way. The Amazons loved the system. No longer did one have to poison a coffee cup or wait around the airport for some lonely traveler to make a mistake. No more fighting over “I saw him poop his pants first.” Instead, one could just go about their lives and provided they were a model citizen, a new baby would inevitably be dropped off at their doorstep. The littles were not fans. On the one hand they did not have to worry about pooping themselves in public and getting snatched, which was always a plus. Instead, their cruel fate would be told to them by the machine. “We’re sorry, small one, you made a bad stock pick”. Maybe they drove too fast in their car, watched one too many videos on us-box, or stayed up too late playing video games. The machine saw all and when one line crossed another, the little was deemed to have failed to live up to society’s standards. He or she would then get a letter the next day telling them he or she was no longer an adult, and to prepare for adoption agents to come shortly. Matilda knew today was the day she was getting an envelope. She had been preparing her audience for weeks since she signed up for the program. There was one quick jump cut from her bed (and of course an entirely new outfit, a simple blue jean jacket you can buy on the A-to-Z site for $99.99, which is perfect for this time of year) and she was at her mailbox. She held the phone out, slowly going through the new mail. The natural light and outdoor sounds a sharp contrast to the perfectly curated bedroom she escaped from. “Hmm, Coupons. Junk Mail. Nope thought it’d be here.” Her face turned to an overly orchestrated frown, her perfect blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. “OH NO GIRL” “BETTER LUCK TOMORWWO?” “IT’S SO UNFAIR YOU DESERVE A BABY” “But! What’s this?” Matilda’s surprise could not be more fake than a little opening a Saturnalia present (Is it a baby toy? Yes it is!). She knew what was in the mailbox because she had already checked it before she started filming this morning. “LIKE! OH MY GOD!” Matilda screamed throwing the rest of the letters. Her phone shook violently as her 11-foot body jumped up and down. There was only a wave of blue and a blur of her outfit to the camera. Her entire chat exploded, and links to the live stream poured onto all social media platforms. For a moment, Matilda was the third most popular influencer on prompt-a-gram. In an hour, her video would be pushed down by the lunch-flu-encers, but for fifteen minutes she may as well have been the most important person in the world. Even as she danced in excitement, her large Amazonian mind was going through the possibilities to exploit this the best. She decided on hashtag “Is it a boy?”. Obviously, she wanted a girl, but today was a blue day, and she might as well go with the theme. Matilda already knew which companies she was going to be reaching out to for free products to display for her new baby. Transitions and Gadzooks! Of course, new baby needed toys. She was thinking of more clothing for herself. She’d need a brand new outfit. Her tweeners fans were not allowed to adopt, but this was an opportunity to branch out, and to level up her content. She was now going to enter the grown-up world of mom-fluencers. This was where the real money was. If she succeeded, she might not need to have her parents pay for the house or her car. There was another jump cut, she was now in a white dress with spaghetti straps on the shoulders. Her hair had been recombed after being in the wind outside, and now it gave a more sophisticated look. Still, it was a poor attempt to look older than her 26 years. She held up the blue envelope in the house to the camera. The front had been manually stamped with “Important: Notice of Adoption” in bright red letters. “This is it. This is the moment I get my new baby. Did we decide chat? Is it a boy or a girl? Hashtag is it a boy, trending now.” She slowly ripped open the top of the envelope and took out the thick papers. The top of one had an official seal. She began to read. “Dear Matilda Youngblood, this is an urgent letter to inform you of an immediate status update with regard your adoption.” She went high pitched, “This is perfect! This is so official sounding and everything. Gals and fans! I’m having a baby. I’m getting a baby!” she spoke to the camera, “this next part is even better.” “Under the Artificial Intelligence and Adoption Act, select individuals whose maturity is below their official age can be deemed unfit for adult life, and need to be placed in the immediate protective care of a loving family. The selection of this is determined by blah blah blah and blah blah blah and monitoring software,” her voice became serious at the conclusion. “It is our intention to inform you that you have now been chosen for adoption.” “Can you believe this? The computer chose me to adopt a baby. I’m going to be a mommy.” Her reading continued, “While there remains some possibility of review, you must respond to this letter no later than Ventôse 11th, for manual consideration of the calculations and if there any factors you wish to add that may mitigate this decision.” “Woah, postman delivered this a bit late chat. That was yesterday, isn’t that, right? Happy Franciade, for those who celebrate the leap year! Today is our blue day! Let’s see if the letter says if it will be a boy or girl. Maybe they want that to be a surprise for when the baby meets his new mommy?” “Failure to respond will be taken as acceptance of decree of adoption, and an agent of the State will visit you on the 12th.” “That’s TODAY! Chat that’s today!” She started to jump up and down, her hair coming undone from the mom-bun she had tried to put it in. Her chat could not contain themselves, “YAASSS QUEEN NEW MOMMY NEW BABY HOW IS ABABBY COMING TODAY” She finished off the rest of the letter, “The Atlantican government has already reached out to a warm and loving couple who are eager to accept the burden of becoming your new parents and raise you in a manner appropriate for your level of development. Your new life will be considerably different from your old…” She stopped reading aloud. She looked at the camera, “I uh, I think there’s a mistake here, I’m guessing they mailed me the wrong letter. But don’t worry I’ll get this all sorted out. I’m sure they meant to mail the new mommy letter to me instead, I will be right back chat once the new baby is here.” She reached over and turned off the camera. She examined the paper up and down for a phone number or a website and found nothing. Perhaps if a little had received the letter, he would have immediately bolted from the house, a desperate attempt to escape fate by fleeing society. Instead, Matilda was paralyzed to action. To her, nothing made sense. Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door. She tried to explain to the two men there was a mistake. “It’s obvious something is wrong, I’m not a baby. I can’t be adopted. I can go to the bathroom; I have a job.” It was not the first time today the adoption agents had heard this, only the other person who said the same thing had been 65 inches tall. They found that her house was a mess of pink and fluff between the cameras and lights. Each room looked like a cross between an eight-year old’s ideal bedroom and a movie studio. The adoption agent stared at her loose-fitting outfit that was aimed at impressing twelve-year-olds before carefully responding to her. He knew how to handle those with weaker minds. “I do not disagree,” he started, “There is clearly a mix up in the machine, but that’s not something we can fix. We will need a few days to put in a request to reevaluate. Just go along with this for now, it’s your best option. It’s the only way to show you’re a responsible citizen and an adult. That will help boost your score when we rerun the calculations.” The other agent sighed, playing off the story, “Your new ‘adoptive parents’ do not want a baby your size either, this is just as unfair to them. I’m sure they’ll help with clearing this up, but we need to get your processed first, so we can work to get you out of the system.” The two giants gently guided Matilda to the back of the adoption van. The sky-blue vehicle was adorned with colorful text indicating its official purpose in the Adoption Services. The agents had to take the children’s seats out so she could fit in. What surprised her was that the drive to her new parents was over an hour and outside the city. Staring out the window she found grassy fields and fences protecting herds of cattle. The longer they traveled, the fewer cars there were on the road. The distance between buildings and houses expanded, with empty farmland between them. Eventually the van slowed, there was nothing to be seen here except a break in the wooden fence that was bisected by a dirt road. The van turned along the bare path and slowly marched another ten minutes to a distant white farmhouse. It looked old in style, possibly a century or two in age. The lighting from the windows was a soft amber and protected by a covered white shade that matched the sharp new white paint on the wooden house. It was about three Matilda’s tall. The girl looked at her phone as the van pulled into the driveway and saw just the exclamation point above her internet connection, she turned it off to conserve battery, as the agents opened the van door and guided her to the front house. One agent knocked at the screen door and the three waited a minute in silence. The door opened to a dark interior slowly at first, and then quickly. Matilda stared into the empty living room, unsure what was going on. The screen door seemed to open of its own accord, and the left agent reached out to hold it open. The two agents stepped back slightly, and Matilda saw her new parents. They were old. The man had thin graying white hair that looked wet but well combed. He wore faded blue jeans with a tucked in red polo shirt. He had put in an attempt to look good, and with his worn face protected by large round glasses, the rustic appearance had a warm charm. The woman had put on clothing appropriate for church on Sunday, a long green dress with a pearl white necklace. Her hair was well maintained, and the dye job was hardly noticeable to Matilda from the other side of the deck. The two had received a similar blue envelope and had brought it to the door. It let them know that today would be the day they would receive their new boy or girl. Their attempts to impress their new daughter had failed, not just because of their lack of sophistication or fashion, but because the two were half the woman’s height. “Oh, she’s certainly a big one. Well, ain’t that a blessing. Come in, come in, you’ll get a cold out there,” the old woman said waving for Matilda to enter. Unsure of what to do, the tall woman stepped into the portal. She needed to duck her head slightly in the foyer to fit in the farm house entrance. “I was hoping for a boy,” the man spoke feigning disappointed, but then his mood instantly turned, “But a baby girl is just perfect too.” Matilda finally figured it out, “I think I see where the computer crossed a wire on this. I’m supposed to adopt a little, not be adopted by a little.” “Shucks, if that helps you feel better about it. I’m your new adopted daddy, and this is your new adopted mommy,” the small man answered. The man and the lady gave a small laugh at that. Despite her protests, the two agents were satisfied and left the giant to her fate. “I know there’s some mistake here,” Matilda reasoned, “See, I was going to adopt a little, and the computer seems to have flipped things around. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you guys. I’ll try not to be a burden while this gets sorted out.” Finally, the older couple dropped their act, letting their shoulders and faces take a more serious look. The man smiled and spoke first, “It’s okay, we understand. We’re just having a bit of a laugh with it. Yes, we would like to adopt a child, and we were excited we had been chosen by the computer, but this isn’t what we expected either. You’re a big girl, and we wanted a little one, little for us rather. The agency told us of the mix up by phone. We’ll get this all sorted out in just a few days.” “Oh, thank goodness, so um, can I go back to my home or…” The old women gave her answer, “No, we don’t have a car that can take you at this time, but day after tomorrow my nephew’s truck will be available and we can get you back to town. You’ll be fine staying here a couple nights, right?” It was not what she wanted to do, but she did not see much alternative. She certainly was not going to walk all the way back to the city. She was not even sure which direction she had to go; she had not paid any attention during the ride out. She had spent most of the last hour on her phone, slowly losing connection to the world as she got further from the city. First video, and then pictures, and finally text, until now, out in the wilderness, there was nothing. She was not even sure she could call someone, the signal was too weak. Matilda found a couch and sat down, her body easily taking up a cushion and a half like her own personal recliner. “You guys got the internet out here? Something from which I can stream? I think this whole experience would be a kick for my followers.” Matilda was always looking for a way to turn even the slightest setback into an opportunity for people to glorify and praise her – and to make money. The man came over to a recliner and sat down, staring up at the new daughter, “Oh, no, we have an old PC in the back we get e-mails on, but that’s just dial up. Dang thing don’t work half the time.” “No streaming, so what do you guys do for fun?” The old couple looked at each other, before the woman answered, “Watch television. We used to get a DVD in the mail each month, but that service is shutting down. We do still have a good collection of shows though. Haven’t even watched half of them. If there’s something you’d like, we’d be happy to put it on.” Matilda looked up at the television council across from her. It was the one thing Amazonian sized in the building. It would have been big in her old room. It mirrored the living room back at her, distorting her image in the black reflection. Entranced, she moved closer to the TV and looked above it, carefully reading off titles. Then she saw it. It was still wrapped in plastic. A dark plan formed in her mind. Perhaps she could still walk away from this as a winner. She pulled the DVD down and held it up to the others, reading the title. “Naomi and Oliver, the 3D edition. Complete first season.” She shook the case, there was a small pair of white paper thin glasses sized for an Amazon’s face, carefully taped within the package to the plastic case. The man nodded, “Oh that, not sure why we got it, maybe in case we hosted Sharon’s grandkids... I’ve heard good things though.” Matilda smiled, if these two were not already old enough for diapers, they would soon be wearing them, “Please, I think you’d guys like it. I know it looks like a cartoon but it’s for older people too. Plus I can wear the three dee glasses too, it’ll be a new experience for me.” The man and the woman looked at each other, and then came over and setup the television. The three moved to the couch, Matilda was in the center, her oversized arms came down around her new family, and her face adorned with the ridiculous glasses. “Come on Oliver, are you ready to go on an adventure?” Watching the DVD with the glasses hurt her eyes. The protective shades even gave the show a strange tint of blue, blurring the cartoon image at the edges. She didn't care though, the story was refreshing. Matilda could see herself as Naomi, traveling the globe with her best friend Oliver. The two trying to corrupt the bigs into pooping their pants. Of course, the bigs never fell for it, they were too smart for it, and in the end the two littles always got punished for their silly games. No matter how many times they failed, the two littles would try again and again tomorrow. Matty looked up at her daddy as he pulled hard on the six-inch-thick tapes, “It’s tight daddy, thank you.” The crib she lay in came up to his chest, when he had unfolded the white diaper to put on her, it had bounced slightly on the floor. The old man happily returned, “You’re such a big girl for me Matty, you’re big enough to hold all the love we’ll ever need. We were sad before you came, and now that we’re finally together, you bring sunshine and happiness to us every day.” Matty looked at her new garment. It did not match her pink pajamas; it was a simple white and had a long yellow stripe on the front, which clashed with her pink nighty top. Her fashion sense tingled, and she pointed to it, “What’s this do?” She had never paid much attention to these garments; the stripe served no decorative purpose. “Oh, that’s for grownups. When it changes color it’s time to get a new diaper on you. Now, no more questions. It’s time for you to get to bed. I have an early day tomorrow, and you have a long day as well.” That got her to nod and shift her head down on the flat mattress. Today had been good, she had helped mommy perfect her new cookie recipe for the fair in the kitchen, and then a new season of Naomi and Oliver came in the mail, and she got to watch two whole episodes before dinner. Today had been a good day, because today was a blue day. Tomorrow when she saw the stripe had changed on her diaper, she would know tomorrow was going to be a blue day as well. From now on, every day is going to be a blue day.

It's my birthday and Final Fantasy 7 Rebirth just came out, but I'm still taking time to give you all an update. You're welcome XD This chapter was really fun to write, and I hope you all love it as much as I do! Chapter Fifteen Ms. Akiyama was having a very different afternoon. About the time Rei was first finding Riley on the patio, Ms. Akiyama was pulling her car into a spot directly into front of a colorful, three-story concrete building. The outside walls were a continuous mural of girls of various ages playing. There was a large, wooden privacy fence that extended out from one corner of the building before wrapping around and connecting at the corner diagonal from the first. As she stepped out of her car, Ms. Akiyama could hear the gentle cacophony of girls playing from the other side of the fence. A large neon sign hung on the façade of the building with “Brighter Days Academy” spelled out in a rainbow. A smaller, more professional sign hung below that read “Institute of Behavioral Therapy for Young Adult Girls.” Ms. Akiyama walked through the tinted glass front doors into an immaculate and brightly-lit lobby. There were a few plush chairs set around the perimeter of the room that looked as though they had never been sat in, and neat piles of uncrumpled magazines sat on end tables by the chairs. There were wooden doors with spotless silver door handles to Ms. Akiyama’s right and left, and a reception desk directly in front of her. The desk was occupied with a young woman who clearly was the most organized receptionist any office had ever seen. Everything on her desk was neatly laid out and organized, not a thing seemed out of place, and everything seemed to have a place. She sat behind the desk, back straight, in a white blouse that left her warm beige arms bare. Her smile crinkled the corners of her brown eyes and showed off pearlescent brilliant teeth. Her nails were short but well-manicured, and her black hair cut in a shoulder-length bob. “Akiko” was printed on a name tag that was pinned to her chest. “Hello, welcome to Brighter Days Academy,” she chirped brightly. “How may I help you today?” Ms. Akiyama smiled at the young girl, vaguely wondering if she was old enough to be working as a receptionist in the first place. “I had an appointment for a consultation? Under Hana Akiyama?” “Fantastic,” Akiko replied as she turned towards her computer and began typing rapidly. “Yes, I see that appointment in the system. Thank you so much for coming in today, Mrs. Akiyama; we’re very excited to meet you and your child’s needs!” “Oh, Ms. Akiyama,” Ms. Akiyama corrected. “Oh, I’m very sorry,” the girl turned towards the computer, hit a few keys, and turned back, “I’ve corrected that in our system so it won’t happen again. Now, I see that,” she glanced towards the screen, “Dr. Welles will be your consultant today. I think you’ll like her; she’s very brilliant and will definitely be able to help you. I’ve already notified Dr. Welles that you are here, so she should be with you soon. Might I get you something to drink while you wait?” “A water would be wonderful, Akiko,” Ms. Akiyama responded with a smile. The young girl was so bright and cheerful, it was contagious. Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but wish Rei could be more like that. “Excellent, I’ll—” Before Akiko could finish the sentence, the door on Ms. Akiyama’s right opened, and a fit woman with brown, curly hair wearing a white lab coat over a tight black dress emerged with a clipboard in her hand. “Ms. Akiyama, I presume?” “Oh, um, yes,” Ms. Akiyama couldn’t help but be caught off guard by their promptness. “Yes, that’s me.” One thing was certain about this place; it was efficient. “Are you Dr. Welles?” “Please,” the woman said, extending one arm to shake Ms. Akiyama’s hand, “call me Emma. If you’d like to follow me, we can get started!” The woman couldn’t match Akiko for bright and cheery (and who could?), but she was doing her hardest. “I’ll bring your water in to you,” Akiko said as Ms. Akiyama began following Emma Welles through the door. The door led to a short, carpeted hallway with walls adorned with what looked like the art projects of children of various ages and proficiencies. At the end, the hallway turned left, and Ms. Akiyama found herself staring down a much longer hallway with doors along each side. “This is really just the administrative wing,” Emma explained, “the real fun stuff happens through the left door. But still, we need offices to get some work done, right?” She said it with the cadence of a joke, but Ms. Akiyama wasn’t sure she got the joke. She chuckled politely anyway. “Thank you for coming in today,” Emma continued as she led Ms. Akiyama down the hall, “I’m always excited to help new clients get started on reaching their goals. And I’m sure you’ll find that we are well equipped to help you reach those goals, regardless of what they are.” “Well,” Ms. Akiyama replied, “I’m not really sure what my goals are, yet…exactly…” “And that’s okay!” Emma exclaimed. “We can help you with that, too. Here we go,” Emma stopped at one of the many doors, swung the door inward, and gestured for Ms. Akiyama to go ahead. The office was darker than what Ms. Akiyama had seen of the rest of the building by far. In contrast to the bright white, fluorescent lights of the hallway and lobby, Emma Welles’ office was lit by a few table lamps and the natural light streaming through the tinted windows that spanned the wall across from the door. A large desk made of dark wood dominated the room, flanked by shelves absolutely brimming with books. “Please,” Emma said, gesturing to one of the two plush chairs in front of the desk as she made her way around the desk to sit at the high-backed leather chair behind it. Ms. Akiyama noticed there were three more chairs pressed against the wall: all wooden, hard-backed chairs that looked better for your posture than your comfort. “So, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma said as she settled in to her chair, “tell me about your daughter.” “Well,” Ms. Akiyama started then stopped speaking for a long beat, trying to figure out where to begin. “What’s her name?” Emma prompted when Ms. Akiyama was coming up short. She was used to this from new clients; so many of them were just in so over their head that they needed to be guided by the hand. “Rei.” “What a pretty name,” Emma managed to keep it from sounding like a practiced response, “and how is she?” “She’s nineteen.” “Ah, what a magical age,” Emma smiled warmly and began typing on her laptop, recording Ms. Akiyama’s responses. “And I assume she is not emancipated?” “Correct.” “Excellent,” of course, it wasn’t truly a barrier since parents could revoke emancipation at any time for any reason, but Emma always liked to get any potential complications out of the way first. “Does she attend school?” “Yes, Greenham Community College.” Emma made a disapproving sound in her throat as she typed, “mm, that’s risky, you know. She could be getting exposed to all sorts of…problematic ideas there. I don’t want to make any official recommendations until we’ve talked about your goals, but I definitely recommend removing her from the college setting. Most girls Rei’s age can’t handle that kind of environmentl; they aren’t mature enough to make the right choices, you know?” Ms. Akiyama smiled awkwardly, “it’s just…she likes school, I feel bad taking it away.” “Oh!” Emma exclaimed, “well, that’s wonderful. We love a little girl who loves school; but there are a lot of healthier options that will be better for her and her development into a happy adult that we can explore, okay?” “Oh, well, okay,” Ms. Akiyama said uncertainly. “Don’t worry, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma reached across the desk and gave Ms. Akiyama’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “I’m here to help and guide you through this. I know it’s a lot and that it can sometimes seem hard to make these calls. So many of the clients I see come in and tell me that they feel like bad parents, but you know what I tell them?” “What?” “That just by walking through those doors they’ve shown me that they are a great parent,” Emma smiled reassuringly. “Just by walking through that door, they’ve shown how much they care about doing what is right for their daughter, and isn’t that what makes a great parent?” “I…I guess so…” Ms. Akiyama had to admit it did make sense. “I know how hard it is these days, Ms. Akiyama. Things are so different than when we were kids; the parenting lessons we learned from our parents just don’t apply anymore! Even the things we learned as parents don’t seem right anymore. I’m a mother myself, Ms. Akiyama; I know how it can feel like you’re lost and don’t know how to be a parent anymore. But you’re still that great parent you always were; you just need new tools to deal with new problems. Don’t worry, we’re here to give you those tools and teach you how to use them.” Yes, that was exactly what Ms. Akiyama needed. She nodded, feeling a sense of resolve; she was doing the right thing. “Thank you, Emma,” she said, sincerely, “you don’t know how hard I’ve fought with myself over the decision to come here today.” “Well, we’re glad you’re here, and, more importantly, you’re going to be glad you’re here. And most importantly? Rei is going to be glad you came here, I promise. This can often be a rough road, and especially if Rei is used to being in college, she’s likely to throw a temper tantrum or two, okay? But every girl I see come through here leaves happier, healthier, and better adjusted.” “It’s a relief to hear you say that.” “So,” Emma said, turning back to the matter at hand, “Rei is 19 and attends community college. Is she…willful?” Ms. Akiyama chuckled, “a little, yes; she can be very hard-headed and stubborn.” “Mmm, I see,” Emma typed for a moment, “and does she get good grades?” “Oh, yes! Like I said, she loves school. If anything, she studies too much.” “Mmm, yes, we see that a lot in girls like Rei,” though Emma didn’t say quite what she meant by ‘girls like Rei.’ “Does she have a father figure?” Ms. Akiyama shook her head, “her father died of cancer some years ago.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” Emma gave her a consoling smile. “Any other guardian or caretaker figures in her life?” “No.” “Any behavioral problems?” “No…well, not really, but…” “Go ahead, Ms. Akiyama, you can tell me.” “I recently found out she was taking a gender studies course—” “Goodness!” “—and she lied about it too.” “Oh my,” Emma shook her head, “that’s troubling. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you what kind of filth those classes fill young girls’ heads with. I simply don’t understand why they still allow them to be taught. I’m glad you came in when you did, Ms. Akiyama; it sounds like Rei is need of major intervention.” “Well,” Ms. Akiyama said nervously, “I don’t know about major. I was thinking more of…well, just something to curb her worse tendencies and make sure she stays out of trouble.” Emma turned away from the computer and fully towards Ms. Akiyama. “Let me ask you this: what are your goals for Rei? What do you want for her, ultimately?” Ms. Akiyama considered the question for a moment but gave the answer that had come to her immediately: “I just want her to be happy and safe.” “Girls like Rei have often already been exposed to ideas and radical leftist propaganda that can make it hard for them to be happy. Call it the legacy of so many years of misguided feminism. There are still some fringe elements pushing that feminist narrative, but we, as a culture, have moved past it, thank God. We know now that all the feminist dreck pushed by unhappy women was exactly what was making them unhappy; but some women refuse to accept that, and they push it on to young girls, girls like Rei, If you want Rei to be happy, you have to help her realize that all that stuff her college has put in her head is the reason she’ll never be happy. To put it bluntly, girls like Rei will never be happy until they accept their place in the world.” Before Ms. Akiyama could finish processing everything Emma had just said, there was a polite tapping at the door. “That must be Akiko with your water,” Emma said before calling out for the girl to come in. The door opened to admit Akiko, who Ms. Akiyama now saw was wearing brightly polished Mary Jane shoes, black knee socks, and a pleated black skirt that came to mid-thigh. She was carrying a small tray with a glass full of ice and a bottle of water that was sweating with condensation and walked with a bit of a waddle that explained the rustling Ms. Akiyama could hear from under the girls’ skirt. “Ms. Akiyama, your water,” she said as she set two coasters on the table before setting the glass and bottle of water down on top of them. Tucking the tray under her arm, she picked the bottle back up, cracked the seal, and poured it over the ice. “Is there anything else I may get for you, Ms. Akiyama?” “No, thank you so much.” “You are very welcome,” she beamed at Ms. Akiyama, then turned to Emma. “Dr. Welles, may I get you anything?” “No, thank you, Akiko, you may go,” Emma smiled as she watched the girl leave, then turned back to Ms. Akiyama. “Akiko is one of our students; she’s part of a work education program through her extended high school program. She’s a lovely girl.” “She seems so…happy,” Ms. Akiyama remarked, “I almost wish Rei were more like her,” she added giving voice to her earlier thoughts. “Rei can be,” Emma smiled, “after all, Brighter Days is responsible for molding Akiko into the girl she is today. It takes a lot of work though, Ms. Akiyama. You were saying you weren’t sure if you wanted to do any kind of major behavioral therapy for Rei, but I’ll caution you now that, based off what you’ve told me about Rei, she’s going to need more than just some minor adjustments to make sure she stays out of trouble.” Ms. Akiyama considered this for a moment. “What do you suggest?” she asked at last. “Well,” Emma leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers, “as I already said, I think the first and most important step is getting her out of college.” Ms. Akiyama’s brow furrowed, “Rei won’t be happy about that.” “As I said, Ms. Akiyama, temper tantrums are just part of the process. Think of it this way: if she reacts poorly, that’s a sign that she’s not mature enough to handle herself.” “That…makes sense…” “And like I said, we love little girls that love school! We certainly don’t want to squash that love of learning and education; we just want to make sure it’s nurtured in a safe and healthy way that will help her grow up into a well-adjusted adult.” “Something like an extended high school program?” “Extended high school programs are really best for girls who are already on their way to growing up to be happy, healthy adult women. I recommend them most for girls whose parents are choosing to extend their teen years. It can also be a good starting point, a way to test the waters, if you will, for more drastic measures, or to see if they really are necessary in the first place. I’ll caution you, however, that this often isn’t enough for girls like Rei. If you really want to make sure she learns and more important accepts her place and grows up to be a healthy and happy adult, I highly recommend incorporating other behavioral therapies. In fact, in girls like Rei, we often see the problem behaviors become worse if you don’t use other behavioral therapies.” “Like what?” “Well,” Emma leaned forward in her chair, “potty training regression is certainly our most potent tool.” Ms. Akiyama nodded; she had expected this conversation to come up. She tried to picture Rei in a tshirt and diaper like Megan had been and just couldn’t muster the image. “I’m just…not sure about that…” “I understand, Ms. Akiyama, it seems drastic. But girls like Rei often need drastic measures.” “Rei is a good girl though, really,” Ms. Akiyama said. “She’s a little misguided right now, but she’s a good girl.” Emma gave her best reassuring smile, but she couldn’t keep all of the condescension out of it. “With respect, Ms. Akiyama, we here at Brighter Days have a lot of experience in these matters, and we’ve found that potty training regression is the backbone to any behavioral therapy treatment. While it’s true that it was once considered a radical technique, it’s not considered quite mainstream! Really, it is! Over 80% of young girls ages eighteen to twenty-eight wear pull-ups or diapers. Here, see for yourself.” Emma reached into her desk and produced a glossy pamphlet that she slid across the table. Ms. Akiyama picked the pamphlet up: the cover featured a girl in her early twenties whose body language spoke of a desperate need to pee and a older looking woman standing behind her with a knowing smile. The pamphlet was titled “Fast Facts About Potty Training Regression Therapy.” “To be honest, Emma,” Ms. Akiyama said, setting the pamphlet back on the desk, “I just don’t get it. It’s really only been lately that I’ve even considered any kind of…regressive behavioral therapy for Rei; I never quite understood why other parents thought it was good for their children. I think I’m finally starting to see the benefits of this kind of therapy, but…” Ms. Akiyama sighed and shook her head, “I just don’t understand why it’s necessary to put Rei…back in diapers.” Emma nodded understandingly, “Believe it or not, many of our clients have only recently begun to think about this therapy, and many express that same sentiment. You see, the whole reason we see so many behavioral problems in girls in the eighteen to twenty-eight range is that they still see themselves as adults. They have notions of independence and freedom that girls their age simply aren’t ready for. That’s why they are so susceptible to all the feminist drivel we were talking about earlier, right?” She chuckled dismissively. “So, you see, potty training regression is a way of kind of…dissuading them from such ideas. It’s hard to think you’re an adult who is ready to make decisions for themselves when you can’t keep your pants dry; I mean, just imagine that. Of course, that’s just the main benefit, there are numerous other benefits as well. For example, potty training regression strengthens the bond between mother and daughter by creating a feeling of dependency, and being reliant on mom for diaper changes can minimize time spent away from home. Not to mention, it discourages intimate behavior with boys.” Ms. Akiyama had picked up the pamphlet again and was scanning over the pages of the pamphlet as Emma spoke. What she was saying made sense, but…could she really do this? “I don’t know,” Ms. Akiyama set the pamphlet down again and looked at the woman across from her. “I guess this is a silly question but…is it…permanent?” “Oh, no, of course not,” Emma waved her the very notion of the idea away with her hand. “Once a girl is old enough and ready for it, she can always be re-potty trained. Of course,” Emma laughed, “some girls do have more problems with re-potty training than others, but that’s no different than the first time.” Ms. Akiyama smiled fondly and laughed lightly, suddenly she was a mom just gossiping about her kinds to another mom. “Rei was such a hassle to potty train; she’d die if anyone knew, but she was accident prone until she was 12 and wet the bed until she was 15.” Emma giggled and nodded, “that’s actually excellent news! Girls who were late potty trainers and/or bedwetters tend to be more susceptible to potty training regression. It suggests you will have excellent results!” Ms. Akiyama’s smile faded and she sighed. She was silent for a long moment; Emma recognized that thoughtful look from countless clients before Ms. Akiyama and gave the woman time to think. “Let’s say,” she said finally, “that I was actually considering doing this, and, really, that’s all I’m doing right now, how…how does it even work?” Emma grinned from ear to ear. “Well, Ms. Akiyama, we have so many tools and resources to help you with this process. And it is a process! While most of our clients see results within the first thirty days of starting therapy, you can’t expect results overnight. With the proper tools and strategies, most girls do see regression fairly quickly, but for some girls that first accident can take weeks. More importantly, the process is unique for each girl. For example, for some girls its enough just to put them in pull-ups and inevitably they give in themselves; that, of course, is not the kind of girl Rei is. For girls like Rei, it’s best to start with inducing accidents, making her doubt her own potty training, and leading her to pull-ups or even diapers from there.” “But…inducing accidents? How do you even start to do that?” “Well, if you decide to buy a therapy package from us, we will individualize a plan for Rei that will include a mix of methods, mostly likely including some medicines that will help loosen up her bladder, white noise induction machines for bedtime that will encourage bedwetting, a regiment of diuretics, and actionable plans to keep her distracted from using the toilet. If we couple this with enrollment at an extended high school program, we can write doctor’s notes instructing teachers to reinforce the therapy through prohibiting restroom breaks during class and other such strategies.” And that brought them to the question Ms. Akiyama had been dreading, “and, uh, how much do these therapy packages cost?” Emma smiled warmly, “there’s a misconception that these kinds of individualized behavioral therapy programs are expensive, and that’s because, well, that used to be the case! But the fact is, insurance companies are actually required to cover regressive behavioral therapy under the Hayes Act! You’ll pay a small copay depending on your insurance, and any prescription drugs we prescribe as part of your therapy plan will be covered as per any prescription. Of course, that is not to say there aren’t some financial burdens to this kind of therapy. For example, insurance companies usually do not cover things like new furniture for Rei’s new lifestyle and most other supplies you’ll likely need.” “Furniture?” “Oh, yes, you know, things like playpens, cribs, changing tables.” Ms. Akiyama shook her head, “well, I don’t think Rei will be needing any of that.” “Mm, of course not, but it’s good to know what’s covered and what’s not, just in case you decide to change your mind. And as for the other supplies, while insurance doesn’t cover things like bottles, sippy-cups, or pull-ups or diapers, we at Brighter Days partner with many manufacturers to offer starter packs and discounts on regular purchases. We can even sign you up for a delivery service that will keep you and Rei stocked in pull-ups or diapers. Or a mix of both!” Ms. Akiyama sighed, “I don’t know, this is a lot, isn’t it?” “It is,” Emma leaned forward in her chair and gave Ms. Akiyama a sympathetic look, “and that’s why we are here to help.” “I’m just not sure that Rei needs all of this…” “This can be a difficult decision for many parents, Ms. Akiyama, but keep in mind that the longer you wait, the more drastic the measures you may have to take.” Emma let that sink if for a minute, then continued, “Ms. Akiyama, may I make a suggestion?” A little hope flickered in Ms. Akiyama’s eyes amidst the confusion, “yes, please, I just…don’t even know where to start.” “That’s natural, Ms. Akiyama,” Emma said as she reached into her desk and pulled out a thick three-ring binder, “and that’s why so many parents come to us. This may all be very new and overwhelming for you, but we here at Brighter Days have seen it all and been through it so many times with children of various levels of resistance to this kind of therapy; we’re experts! You may not know where to begin, Ms. Akiyama, but we do.” She gave Ms. Akiyama her biggest, most confident smile and opened the binder to exact page she wanted (it was one of her most frequently used selling points, after all, so why not have it marked?). The top of the glossy page read “So, you’ve decided you want a daughter who wets the bed.” “Bedwetting?” Ms. Akiyama asked. “Bedwetting.” Emma replied confidently. “This is an excellent starting point, Ms. Akiyama. It can be perfect for minor attitude adjustments; so, if you’re right and Rei just needs a little push in the right direction, this might be all you need to get her there! It doesn’t impact her life outside of bedtime, still allows her to be independent and feel like ‘big girl,’ but still gives her that little bit of a nudge towards being the obedient daughter you are looking for! And if the worst case scenario happens and Rei needs a little stronger push, this establishes the foundation for further behavioral therapy perfectly.” “I suppose…I suppose that does make sense,” Ms. Akiyama replied after a moment of thought. She sighed. “I guess…my biggest reservation is that I’m still not sure how this all works. It’s not like she doesn’t know that this kind of…therapy exists, won’t she immediately suspect what I’m up to when she walks up one morning to find she’s wet the bed?” Emma smiled reassuringly, “that’s a concern many parents have. That’s one of the reasons why for so many girls, it’s best to introduce diapers and let the girls come to using them on their own. But as I’ve said, we’ve dealt with girls of varying levels of resistance to therapy; that’s why each plan is individualized for each girl, so that we can figure out ways to keep them from suspecting anything until it’s too late!” Ms. Akiyama shifted in her seat a little, slightly uncomfortable with the ‘until it’s too late’ part, but…who was she kidding? The phrasing might be blunt, but it wasn’t incorrect. “Thankfully,” Emma continued, seemingly unaware of Ms. Akiyama’s temporary discomfort, “with Rei, we have a perfect, shall we say, alibi for you.” “We do?” Emma nodded, “After all, didn’t you say Rei wet the bed until she was fifteen? It’s certainly not inconceivable that she return to that little bad habit, don’t you think?” Emma got a mischievous smile, “It’s especially common in girls who are dealing with all the pressure and demands of college. Of course, you’ll have to do your part to sell her on it, but we can include it as part of her nighttime induction to make it easy for you.” “You mentioned this…nighttime induction earlier. What is it?” “Oh!” Emma reached into another drawer and brought out a small, white plastic appliance, about the size of a digital alarm clock. “The first night you start treatment, you’ll put this in her room, plug it in,” she swivel in her chair a bit to plug it into an outlet behind her desk, “and turn it on,” she pressed a button and a sound like falling rain filled the room, “and it will play this white noise. However, while what you are listening to right now is, I assure you, just harmless static, Rei’s will have subaudible suggestive inductions playing underneath the static to help plant ideas in her head.” “Subaudible suggestive inductions? Like…hypnosis?” “Well,” Emma replied, smiling with a hint of condescension, “it’s not dissimilar from hypnosis, but hypnosis is, well…it can be effective, sure, but its powers are very limited compared to what most people believe. For example, no amount of hypnosis can truly affect a sleeping person; contrary to popular belief, a person must be conscious and capable of hearing hypnosis in order for it to work. Subaudible suggestive induction is a patented technology perfected by Brighter Days scientists that can do everything hypnosis can, but better and without the patient ever knowing. The downside is that, like the name implies, it’s just a suggestion, so we must reinforce it while the patient is awake in order to cement the idea in place. Here,” Emma pulled a brochure out of the top drawer of her desk and handed it to Ms. Akiyama, “you can read all about it in this, but the bottom line is that it’s completely safe and very effective.” Ms. Akiyama took the brochure and glanced over it for a moment before putting it on the desk. “Is all of this…reversible?” “Oh, yes! Behavioral therapy targets cognition, not the physical body, so it is very reversible. However, that is not to say the body isn’t affected; once girls stop using those muscles that keep them from having accidents, those muscles tend to start to weaken, hence why re-potty training is necessary. That said, when a girl only experiences potty-training regression in the form of bedwetting, it typically only takes two or three weeks for the bedwetting to clear up once treatment has stopped. Of course,” Emma added, “as I said, how easy a girl was to potty train the first time remains a good predictor of how quickly they’ll recover, so, for Rei, it might be a couple months, but it will definitely clear up eventually.” “Does anyone ever…not recover?” This was one of Emma’s least favorite questions to answer, but she smiled and did her best, “Well, Ms. Akiyama, the truth is that, yes, some girls never quite recover their potty training. But I assure you, the number of girls who are unable to fully re-potty train is really, truly statistically insignificant, and our behavioral scientists believe these cases to be more related to an emotional or cognitive resistance to re-potty training rather than a physical inability. That is to say, some girls don’t seem to even want to re-potty train!” Emma’s laugh was a little forced. “I don’t know…” Ms. Akiyama sighed. She thought back to when Rei was still wetting the bed. It had been a huge source of embarrassment for the girl, especially in the later years when regressive behavioral therapy started becoming mainstream. She had been so happy and relieved when she finally stopped. Could Ms. Akiyama really do that to her again? But, then again, if it could keep her from filling her head with all sorts of impossible ideas that would prevent her from finding happiness in this new world or, God forbid, falling in with the wrong crowd and getting herself in serious trouble… And after all, Rei may have been embarrassed by her bedwetting, but she was still able to live a normal life outside of that, just like Emma had said. And that was when most of her peers didn’t wet the bed, technically Rei was in the minority for not wetting the bed now. Ms. Akiyama took a deep breath and nodded, “okay, let’s do this.” Emma grinned, “I think that’s an excellent decision, Ms. Akiyama. Now, let’s talk details and make an action plan. Because each induction machine must be program specifically for each child, you won’t be able to get started until tomorrow, but I’m confident you’ll be changing Rei’s wet sheets before the weekend is over.”

My wife doesn't care one way or the other. I have diapered myself in front of her many times and she has changed me many times as well. I do get a little embarrassed if and when she has to change a messy one, but that has only happened on a rare occasion. I normally mess my diaper when she's not around.

Hi @LilPrincessxx! Welcome to DD.

We were getting ready to head back South, our vacation was about complete. My brother Thomas and his girlfriend Carlisle were going to come as well. Evelyn and Carlisle were getting close, I know they were becoming closer to sisters, we left early the next morning Thomas and Carlisle followed us. We arrived at our home about 3 hours later. "You live here? My brother asked? You're doing better than I even thought little brother!" We got my brother and his girlfriend in a room, we hadn't been back long when Aunt Kathy and Uncle John arrived to welcome us back home, I talked to John about Thomas he has a degree in graphic arts, I played him telling him that we won't have to go through an outside advertising agency. I also told him about my friend that needs a job in Huntsville. John called a number and Jeff was hired., I called Jeff and told him to report to the plant in the morning. Next morning Jeff and I went to the company, we started working on our next invention, with all the people that I knew that needed adult diapers, there was Mom, John, Kathy, me, Evelyn, Carlisle, we came up with a cloth and plastic diaper hybrid, soon My brother had the ad developed I swear the girl in the drawing looked like Carlisle. But the dude looked like me? Huh my brother's ad had me and his girlfriend as the models wearing our product, one of the guys said "Willy that guy looks like you!" I joked back "What the heck do you expect, the guy drawing the picture is my older brother!. I had the dream when I was 12, I was in a nice hot bath and I had to pee, so cut lose. Only to wake up wetting my bed! He teased me mercilessly over that! Looks like he is still trying to tease me!" I said.

"Oh? Is that what I did?" She made a fake show as if thinking. He thought of the list of chores. "And then, and then..." he stuttered and pointed a finger at her. "And then you gave me chores that all had me squat down! So I'll keep messing all day! And then our friends are going to come when I'm all stinky!" She shook her head. "I don't know baby. Seems like just the normal stuff I see from my little diaper girl. You filled your diaper for me just last night, didn't you?" "Yeah but..." he looked down at the basket. "How am I supposed to do all my chores? I don't want to smell like that for when our friends come!" She shrugged. "Well that's too bad. I'm not sure they'll mind, they don't expect much from you. Probably just think its cute and chalk it up to dumb diaper sissy behavior again, like you dropping all their drinks over your maid's dress." "Hmph," he said. Bringing up the drinks was unfair in his mind, it was an obvious set up that resulted in him stripping to his diaper in front of everyone and getting spanked for each missing drink. "Well you at least give me a diaper change before they come?" he begged. She shook her head. "Hmmm I don't remember that being on my chore list. Do you?" "No," he said, and hung his head. "Then I guess that's your answer. Get used to the idea of being stinky in front of our friends, I don't see a way around it." "Awww. No fair." He put a hand to the back of his diaper. "How do I do this now?" "I don't know. Not my problem. My job is just to watch, remember?" She said, and took a sip of wine. "Yeah yeah yeah." "No sass unless you want a spanking!" He rolled his eyes. "I mean, yes yes yes Mommy." He held a hand on the back of his diaper and began crouching down. BLLARR... "NO NO NO!" he said. He got down as quickly as he could, grabbed the basket and stood back up. "EERRRR Oh no," he said. He looked behind himself at his skirt pushed out by the inflated seat of his diaper. There was no hiding it now. He sighed, and took the basket up the stairs to the bedroom. He thought of the list of chores. Next was to sweep the floors. The first part was easy. The main section of the house wasn't very large, and he brushed everything into one pile. He stared down at it, then at the long broom handle, and the very, very short handle of the dust pan. "GOD DAMMIT!" He said. "HEY! No bad words or I'll get the soap!" "Gosh darnit!" he said. While he didn't mind many of the "punishments" they did, he HATED mouth soaping. He grabbed the pan and the edge of the broom. "Alright, lets get this over with," he told himself. He breathed in deep, sighed, and crouched down to the ground. BLARRRRRRRR... The sound was constant as he crouched. Any hope he had that it ran out ended quickly, and he swept as quickly as he could. "NO NO NO!" he shouted as the stream came out of him. He swept the line into his pan, backed up, swept it up again, and filled his pan as he filled his diaper. "Why does the line never just disappear?" he demanded, and finally brushed the last of it in. He stood up and panted. His diaper was swollen, and hung down between his thighs. He felt the warm muck coating him and groaned. Mommy was laughing out load. "WHEH!" she said, waving a hand in front of her nose. "Did that feel good poopy? I can smell that from here!" He pouted. "Mommy, is that gonna happen every time I bend over?" She nodded. "I guess so poopy girl. You'll just be making Mommy presents in your diaper again and again and again, unless you find a way to do your job without squatting." He sighed. "But... but..." he thought of all the chores he had to do. Realistically, there was no way to avoid it. "Now now, the only butt I care about is yours, and apparently its under five layers of muck and padding, so now help there. Now finish your chores while I watch." "Yes Mommy," he said. He turned around, and felt his hand jolt. "NO!" he shouted as the pan hit a corner and the dirt spread over the ground again. Ella started laughing even louder. "WOW! That's even better then the drinks you spilled!" "Yeah..." he said, staring at the dirt. She took out her phone. "Alright sweetie, I'm going to be filming this for our friends, so they know why the house smells like a diaper bucket when they come over. Better get back to work." "Please get it for me Mommy? Just his once." "HA! No way in hell. Get moving dirty diaper dummy." "That's a new one." "I know! I have a whole list of them you'll hear tonight. Dirty diaper dummy, potty pants, stinky, stinker, poopy butt, skunk girl, little sissy, offender of noses, diaper slaughterer, blort shorts..." she continued, and he tuned her out. Tony stared at the line, then at the short dustpan. There was no way around it. He sighed, resigned himself to his fate, and got back to his work. It was several hours until they arrived, and he had a lot of hard, dirty, work to do. ...

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Great chapter. Loved the "they grow up so fast" bit. One has to assume Gabrielle's call to Neve is genuine - while she could be that manipulative, i doubt she'd do it with Clarky, though she could be desparate. The chastity chat will be fun!

I had a minor but notable experience last night... I went out to dinner with a friend, wearing a Rearz Active Air, a medium-duty cloth-backed diaper that I find pretty reliable for mid-range journeys into the world. I've been wearing mostly plastic diapers lately and I wanted to switch it up. That's neither here nor there - the diaper worked fine. But when I got home, it was pretty wet, so I decided to take a shower before putting on a MegaMax (which I'm still in), and going to bed. I took my shower, toweled off, and this part is key - I made sure everything was dry down there and put diaper cream on. My new diaper was hanging on the towel rack. Because of what I ate for dinner - chicken wings - I decided to floss, just because the floss was in the same drawer as the diaper cream, and that drawer was open. So, I proceeded to clean between my teeth (my dentist would approve), and then when I was done, I reached down for the lower drawer, which houses my toothbrush... when I noted three quarter-sized drops on the floor underneath me. Here's the thing - I was stone dry by that point, in terms of shower water. I have a mat right outside the shower stall, and I towel off on that, before I walk on the tile over to the sink area - I don't like being wet on the tiles because it's a slip hazard, and they're a natural stone product and tend to show water spots. My hair would more aptly be measured in millimeters than in inches - I don't drip once I've run a towel over my head for 30 seconds. And, I have a routine where I take time to specifically dry off my diaper area, and then I allow it to air dry for a minute, before putting diaper cream on. Usually, right after that, I put a diaper on, but this time, I was compelled to floss first, because of the random firing of synapses, I'm sure - there was no rhyme or reason to it. I looked down at the floor, a bit dumbfounded. I'd felt nothing. I stared intently at "mini-me" for a minute or so, but nothing further was forthcoming. I stopped concentrating, got some tissue and some spray, and give the floor a quick wipe, then went over to the towel rack to get my diaper. I stood at the rack, banana-folded it, and prepared to pit in between my butt and the rack, for my usual standing self-diapering procedure, when I noted... a drop on the floor in front of the rack. Now, that could have happened when I walked by earlier, fresh from the shower, I suppose... but, it would have been after I'd toweled off, and, I'd looked over that way at least a couple of times, specifically to see if I'd left water on the floor past the bath mat, and I hadn't... so I kind of think I would have seen a drop on the floor, had there been one. I put my diaper on and that was that, but, the experience stuck with me. I'll have to either spend some time naked, or else, put on a bone-dry diaper and then inspect it every 15 minutes without authorizing any releases, at some point when I have some time, just to see if this is a thing, or not. I haven't really heard of anyone here experiencing such a minor version of "incontinence" (I wouldn't really even use that somewhat weighty term, but I can't think of another, less significant adjective that would apply, at least right now). I've had my prostate examined recently, by the way, and everything is good in that department... this isn't going to send my scurrying to my doctor. It's just.... curious. Have I become so lazy in that department, that a drip here and there is getting past the goalie, and I don't even know about it?

My wearing diapers is just a fact of life in my house as well. My spouse doesn't put them on me - I diaper myself - but, I've been wearing them 24/7 for coming up on 5 years, so, my being in diapers is par for the course. Not to say that it's never embarrassing. If I'm in a very wet diaper, for example, I can be a little self-conscious about walking around like that. And there are select moments when I sometimes wish I wasn't in a diaper, or at least, in just a diaper, such as if we are having a disagreement over something... it can be hard to be strident or serious while also wearing a big ridiculous baby-print diaper. I'm also still shy about wearing a cloth diaper and plastic pants openly - whereas I hang around in a disposable all the time, I tend to pull something on over a cloth diaper, when I wear them, which isn't very often. Which is illogical, really, but for some reason, I find plastic pants, even non-printed ones, make me self-conscious in a way that even the most absurd disposable does not. I guess, like most of these things, the psychology behind that is probably traceable to my childhood.

Chapter 12: Au revoir les enfants Adrian leaned close, his blue eyes piercing with a rare intensity. "We need to play the part," he whispered, as if the walls themselves might betray us. My gut churned. "You mean act like we're actually buying into Evelyn's... daycare regime?" "Exactly," Adrian nodded, his voice a low hum of conviction. "We behave, play the perfect littles she expects us to be. That way, she lets her guard down." The idea clawed at me, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. The notion of surrendering even a shred of my pride to that woman's twisted game felt like swallowing nails. Yet, the spark of rebellion within me flickered at the thought of outsmarting her. "But that means..." I hesitated, the words sticking like tar. "We'd have to embrace every humiliation." Adrian's gaze didn't waver. "It's all a facade, Bixente. A strategic deception. We give her what she wants to see on the surface, but underneath, we're biding our time, waiting for our moment." I mulled over his words, my mind racing with images of submission—of pacifiers and footed pajamas—each one a dagger to my autonomy. But then there was the flip side: freedom and access to the materials we needed. "We keep up this act until we pull off the heist?" I asked, searching Adrian's face for any sign of doubt. He answered with the ghost of a smirk. "Precisely. Once we have what we need, it's game over for her." It was madness, a high-stakes gamble with our dignity as the wager. Yet, it was also genius—a chance to turn the tables on Evelyn Harrow and reclaim control over our lives. I exhaled slowly, feeling the weight of our charade settling onto my shoulders like armor. "Alright," I said at last, meeting Adrian's unwavering gaze. "We'll do it your way." Adrian clapped me on the back—a gesture both encouraging and conspiratorial. "Trust me," he said with a confidence that almost made me believe him. "We'll have them wrapped around our fingers." And so we shook on it—a pact sealed not with handshakes but with a shared resolve to beat Evelyn Harrow at her own twisted game. Adrian slipped into the lecture hall, a slight swagger in his step, a bag slung over his shoulder. He navigated through the maze of seats until he found me, slouched over my notes. With a quick glance around to ensure we weren't drawing attention, he leaned in close and offered a bottle of water and a chocolate bar from the bag. I eyed the items warily, memories of past humiliations creeping up like shadows. "Do we really need to go this far?" I muttered, the words laced with doubt. Adrian's blue eyes locked onto mine, and he nodded solemnly. "It's part of the plan, Bix. We've got to sell it." The idea of willingly walking into the lion's den sent shivers down my spine. I took the bottle and unwrapped the chocolate, its sweet scent a stark contrast to the bitterness welling inside me. "But this..." I started, only to be cut off by Adrian's firm tone. "Listen," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder in an almost brotherly fashion. "We do this now, we control the narrative. It's all about appearances. If Evelyn believes we're broken, she'll relax her watchful eyes." I grimaced at the thought but couldn't deny the logic in his words. The water felt cool in my hand, an innocent disguise for the treachery it contained. With a sigh that felt like surrender, I twisted open the cap and took a long gulp, chasing it with a bite of chocolate that suddenly tasted like defeat. Adrian watched me with an unreadable expression before partaking himself. "It won't be long now," he murmured after finishing his share. I nodded silently, the reality of our pact settling heavily upon me. We had committed to this path, and there was no turning back. As the laxative and diuretics began their work within us, I realized that we were not just deceiving Evelyn; we were testing our own limits in ways I never imagined possible. With each sip and nibble, Adrian and I braced ourselves for what was to come—a performance that demanded every ounce of our willpower. The cafeteria buzzed with the noise of chatter and clinking cutlery, a symphony of normalcy that felt alien to me. Adrian and I navigated through the sea of tables, painfully aware of the state we were in. The fabric of our pants clung awkwardly, revealing the sodden bulge beneath. Whispers trailed us like shadows, some loud enough to cut through the din. "Looks like the kiddos had a little accident," a voice jeered from somewhere behind us. I kept my head down, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other, but the comments clawed at my pride. "Did baby need his diaper changed?" another snickered, followed by laughter that seemed to echo off the walls. My cheeks burned, but it was Adrian's tight jaw and clenched fists that reminded me we were both on the brink. The cafeteria might as well have been a coliseum, and we were unwilling gladiators at its center. It was then that Evelyn's voice sliced through the commotion. "Oh, mes petits chéris," she cooed with an affected sweetness that soured my stomach. "Come over here to mommy." The word 'mommy' reverberated around us, and I felt my dignity crumble further. I exchanged a glance with Adrian; we knew playing along was our only way out of this public spectacle. We approached her table where she sat flanked by her friends, who watched us with thinly veiled amusement. Evelyn's eyes were all mock concern as she addressed us like we were no more than three years old. "Tell mommy what happened to your diapees," she instructed, gesturing for us to speak up. I took a breath that did little to steady me. "My diaper is... messy," I admitted through gritted teeth, feeling every ounce of my seventeen years bearing down on me. "And wet," Adrian added, his voice laced with bitterness. Evelyn clapped her hands together as if we'd just performed a trick for her enjoyment. "Oh dear! We can't have that now, can we? Let's go get you both cleaned up." Her tone was saccharine as she stood up from her seat. Morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows across our room. I lingered near the edge of the room, watching Evelyn with careful eyes as she moved with an air of authority among my peers. The night had been long, my mind turning over Adrian's plan and what I needed to do. Taking a deep breath, I mustered all the youthful innocence I could into my expression and approached her. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat a reminder of the act I was about to perform. "Um, Miss Evelyn?" My voice wavered, a touch higher than usual as if nervousness had taken hold. She turned towards me, her gaze sharp yet expectant. "Yes, Bixente? What is it you need?" I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, a calculated gesture. "I was thinking... maybe it would be really good for my studies if I could go to the fablab. I want to do better in class." The words came out in a hopeful stammer, painting the picture of a Little seeking approval. Evelyn's lips curved into a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Oh? And why do you think that would help you?" Her tone was light, but there was an edge to it—a predator playing with its prey. I swallowed hard, feeling like I was walking on a tightrope. "Well," I continued, feigning a childlike earnestness, "I could practice more with the machines and maybe build something really cool! It might even impress Professor Madsen!" She considered this for a moment, her head tilting slightly as if amused by my request. "You want to impress your professor?" she asked, her voice dripping with honeyed condescension. My cheeks flushed on cue. "Yes, Miss Evelyn," I answered, keeping my gaze lowered in a display of submission. "I just want to be good at something here." Evelyn reached out and patted my head patronizingly. "Well then," she said with a soft chuckle, "I suppose it can't hurt to let you try. You may go to the fablab." Her words were laced with satisfaction at what she perceived as my growing reliance on her guidance. My heart leaped at her acquiescence but I kept my expression neutral. "Thank you so much!" The relief in my voice sounded genuine even to my own ears. "And Adrian," she added thoughtfully, as if considering how far she could extend her control over us, "he may access the library too." I nodded eagerly. "Thank you! We'll be super careful and study lots!" Evelyn watched me for a moment longer before dismissing me with a wave of her hand. Evelyn sat in her elegantly furnished office, her icy gaze fixed on the intricate device she was manipulating. In the dim light, she dialed a number on her sleek communicator. The holographic screen flickered to life, revealing Aiden Ricoh's smirking face. "Aiden," she began, her voice laced with a chilling calmness that belied the urgency of her message. The corners of Aiden's mouth curled up in an amused smile as he leaned back in his chair. "Evelyn," he responded, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. "I need you to start the preparations," she instructed, not wasting any time on pleasantries. Aiden raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Already?" he asked. He knew better than to question Evelyn's judgement, but the suddenness of the request caught him off guard. "Yes," Evelyn replied firmly. "Our littles might be in action within a few days." Aiden's eyes widened slightly at this revelation. He'd been aware of Evelyn's plans, but he hadn't expected things to escalate so quickly. However, he trusted Evelyn's instincts implicitly. If she said it was time to act, then it was time to act. "I understand," Aiden responded after a moment of silence, his playful demeanor replaced by one of determination. "I'll get everything ready." "Good," Evelyn replied curtly before disconnecting the call. * * * The fablab is like something out of a sci-fi movie, with molecular 3D printers and AI augmented discovery benches all around. The sheer magnitude of the technology at my fingertips is overwhelming, but in the best possible way. I feel like a kid in a candy store, eager to explore and create with all these amazing tools. As I step into the lab, my eyes widen with excitement. The sleek, advanced machinery hums softly in the background, adding to the futuristic atmosphere. I can't help but feel a surge of inspiration as I imagine the endless possibilities that await me in this incredible space. The 3D printers stand like sentinels, ready to bring my wildest ideas to life with just a few commands. The AI benches promise a wealth of knowledge and support, enhancing my capabilities as an aspiring engineer. It's like stepping into a whole new world, one where innovation knows no bounds. I take a moment to soak it all in, feeling grateful for the opportunity to learn and grow in this extraordinary environment. With each machine and piece of equipment, I see potential waiting to be unlocked, and I'm eager to dive headfirst into this technological wonderland. I settled at a bench designed for someone of my stature, the surface smooth and inviting. The bench's size made me feel less out of place, a welcome respite from the towering world around me. The specialized AI interface blinked to life as I approached, its screen casting a cool glow in the dimly lit space. "Bonjour," I greeted the AI, still a bit awkward talking to a machine like it was a person. "Good day, Bixente. How may I assist you today?" The AI's voice was neutral, almost soothing in its precision. "I need to design a sonic screwdriver!," I began, rolling out the schematic Mateo had given me across the desk. "It's got to be discreet, multifunctional, and most importantly, undetectable by standard security measures." The AI hummed as if processing my words. "Understood. Please input the primary specifications you require for the sonic screwdriver." I leaned in closer to the screen, tapping into my inner engineer as I rattled off a series of technical requirements. "It should incorporate a quantum-tunneling chip for bypassing electronic locks. And let's not forget an adaptive algorithm to learn and mimic access codes." "Quantum-tunneling can be achieved using nanofabricated circuits," the AI chimed in. "However, incorporating an adaptive algorithm requires additional processing power which may increase the device's size." I nodded thoughtfully. "Okay, then let's use a crystal lattice structure for the chip—it'll keep it compact. And for power, how about micro-kinetic cells? They can harness ambient energy, so we won't need conventional batteries." "A feasible approach," the AI confirmed. "Micro-kinetic cells will also reduce maintenance requirements and improve longevity." We went back and forth like this for a while—me throwing out ideas and technobabble like it was second nature, and the AI providing immediate feedback on feasibility and design integration. Finally, with the design fleshed out to my satisfaction and approved by my electronic counterpart, I leaned back with a sigh of contentment. "All right, let's produce six units of this bad boy." "Commencing production now," responded the AI as its internal mechanisms whirred into action. I watched with bated breath as molecular 3D printers began constructing the devices layer by layer from exotic materials that were once beyond my wildest dreams. This was more than just tech; it was hope—hope that Adrian, Mateo, and I could level the playing field at Emerson University. I watch in awe as the first unit materializes before my eyes. It's like witnessing magic as the intricate components take shape and form, coming together to create the universal unlocker. I can't help but feel a sense of pride as each unit is produced, knowing that I've played a part in bringing this innovative creation to life. As the last unit is completed, I can't contain my excitement. "We did it!" I exclaim triumphantly. The AI interface responds with a congratulatory message, acknowledging our successful collaboration in producing the devices. I carefully gather the units, feeling a renewed sense of determination and confidence in my abilities as an engineer. I slid another schematic across the bench, my earlier success bolstering my confidence. This one was a pet project, something I'd been toying with back home. The AI scanned the paper with a low hum, the interface flickering with data streams that analyzed every line and curve I had drawn. It was an odd feeling, handing over something so personal to a machine, but in this place, the machine felt almost like a collaborator, an extension of my own creative process. "Analyzing schematic," the AI announced in its measured tone. "Please stand by." As I waited for the AI to complete its performance, I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed over my chest. I thought about Adrian and Mateo, about our shared resolve to defy expectations and claim our place in this world. The schematics might have been mine, but the rebellion? That belonged to all of us. This was more than just an assignment or a school project. This was our statement of intent—a declaration that we would not be underestimated or overlooked. That we were more than what they saw when they looked down at us from their lofty heights. As I waited for the AI's performance to conclude, I felt an ember of rebellion flicker into flame within me. We were playing a dangerous game, but it was one we intended to win. And with each passing second in this fablab haven, that win felt less like a distant dream and more like an inevitable triumph waiting just beyond the horizon. “Printing…” announced the AI. *** In the silence of her office, Dean Norris sat contemplatively, the walls lined with diplomas and accolades that spoke of her authoritative presence in Emerson University. The soft glow of her desk lamp illuminated her features, etching shadows that played across her stoic face. Her eyes, sharp and discerning, scanned the documents strewn before her when the phone buzzed. "Dean Norris," she answered crisply. "Dean, it's Argos. I've completed my analysis." Her fingers stilled. Argos only contacted her directly when matters were grave. She leaned forward, her attention honed on the AI's synthesized voice emanating from the speaker. "Go on," she prompted. "There's a pattern," Argos began. "Evelyn Harrow and her Nest have been increasingly active. My algorithms detect irregularities in their schedules, secretive communications, and an unusual influx of resources. All indicators suggest an impending event – likely an auction involving Littles." A chill settled in the room despite the ambient warmth. Dean Norris processed the information with a frown knitting her brow. An auction meant that vulnerable students could be traded like commodities in some shadowy corner of a universe that prided itself on advanced morality. "What's your recommendation?" she asked, already formulating strategies. "I advise caution," Argos said after a calculated pause. "Intervention now could spook them and drive the operation underground. It's better to monitor and gather incontrovertible evidence." Dean Norris nodded to herself, though Argos couldn't see. It was a prudent course of action, yet it churned her stomach to think of doing nothing as the plot thickened. "Keep me updated on every move they make," she instructed. "As you wish," replied Argos before the line went dead. Dean Norris leaned back in her chair, tapping a pen against the mahogany surface of her desk. She considered their options – few as they were – with meticulous care. To act prematurely would risk everything; they needed solid proof if they were to protect their Littles and uphold the university's integrity. She reached for another device and dialed a secure number known only to a select few within the Littles Protection Service (LPS). A voice answered on the second ring. "It's Norris. We may have a situation developing with Evelyn Harrow," she began without preamble. She relayed Argos' findings, her words concise and grave. On the other end of the line, there was silence as her contact absorbed the gravity of what was unfolding within their walls. "We'll hold back for now," Dean Norris continued, echoing Argos' counsel. "Monitor closely and prepare to act on my command." "Acknowledged," came the steady reply. The conversation ended with a mutual understanding that hung heavily in the air – an unspoken commitment to protect those who couldn't protect themselves. Dean Norris stood up from her desk and walked over to the window that looked out onto the campus below. Students milled about in ignorant bliss of what transpired in hidden places among those they trusted. The weight of leadership bore down on Dean Norris' shoulders like Atlas carrying the world, but she stood resolute against it, determined to bring light into whatever darkness lurked within Emerson University's esteemed halls.

You're wrong and an asshole. There's no reason to comment that.

I haven't gotten through all the chapters so far but I just had to comment. I LOVE this story. I love that its a mommy dom relationship but they are still adults. Partly why I like it so much is that everything in this story is basically the dream relationship for me.

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

I started wearing about age 35 24/7 due to an injury and the resulting incontinence.

Strangely enough, I actually buy my diapers on Amazon so I can use my cash back points on my credit card and pretty much get my diapers for FREE! That said, I also choose diapers that I can have delivered on specific days. I only get to wear Monday night - Wednesday Evening (while Hubby is away) so if I am low on diapers, I want them to arrive while he is gone so I have less explaining to do. Free Shipping with arrival on Tuesdays. Aside from that, I like my diapers to be functional but I don't want to wear boring Hospital/Medical grade diapers either. If I am going to be a baby girl, i want to dress the part right down to my pretty pink bum cover. Most of the time my diapers are covered up by my clothing anyway, but knowing I am wearing a squishy pink wet diaper under my jeans just makes me happy so WHY not if they cost the same?

Cut a hole in his diaper for him to stick it through and tape his diaper closed with his winkie out and have sex that way.

I was in just my Rearz Daydreamer diaper with a thick Rearz booster pad in it for most of the day. Got cleaned up and changed into a fresh Crinklz Astronaut diaper and went out and did some chores. Now, I'm back in and took my pants off and I'm in just my t-shirt and diaper. Feels awesome

Chapter 10: Dawn’s unspoken truth Morning light peeked through the blinds, painting my crib in a pale, accusing glow. I stirred, the soggy weight around my waist dragging me from the fog of sleep. Confusion furrowed my brow. Not again. "Adrian, man, you awake?" My voice wavered, a cocktail of embarrassment and irritation. He grumbled something unintelligible, then jolted upright. "What the—?" His eyes met mine, mirroring my dismay. The same telltale heaviness weighed him down. Evelyn's heels clicked into the room like a metronome of doom. "Good morning, boys." Her voice carried that chirpy edge that scraped against my already frayed nerves. "We're soaked," I spat out before I could stop myself. "How did this even happen?" Her tsk-tsk clanged in my ears as she fiddled with the crib's latch. "Now, now, no need for sour faces." I stumbled out of the crib, my pull-up squelching with each step—a stark reminder of my situation. Adrian wasn't faring any better; his mood was a thundercloud ready to burst. "You two have been very fussy lately," Evelyn said, her eyes narrowing just enough to remind us who was in charge. Adrian's lip curled into a sneer. "Maybe because we're not toddlers?" Her sigh fluttered through the room like a disappointed butterfly. "Today," she paused for effect, "you may choose boxers or pull-ups." The offer hung in the air between us—boxers were a scrap of dignity in this oversized nursery. But one glance at Adrian's guarded expression and I knew what we had to do. "We'll take the pull-ups," I said. It was a tactical retreat. Boxers offered no protection against unforeseen... incidents. We dressed in silence, the fabric of the pull-ups whispering secrets we wished we could forget. But with each tug of elastic around our legs, I felt a smidgeon of control return—a tiny victory against the day's uncertain battles. * * * The sun was just starting to flex its muscles, casting a warm glow over Emerson's park as Evelyn ushered us toward the cafeteria. The morning buzz of students swirled around us, a medley of laughter and conversation dancing through the air. I glanced at Adrian, whose face held a grimace that mirrored my own feelings. "You think they serve decent coffee here?" I asked, trying to ignore the snug fit of the diaper beneath my pants. Adrian shot me a look. "I wouldn't get my hopes up, Bix." We reached the cafeteria, its scents pulling us in—freshly baked bread, sizzling bacon, and yes, even coffee. The relief was almost palpable. I piled my plate high with eggs and sausage, making sure to pour myself a large cup of what I hoped would be my salvation. Evelyn watched us eat like a hawk overseeing her nestlings. Her gaze was unnerving, but I tried to focus on the food instead of her piercing eyes. Once breakfast was done and the last dregs of coffee had been sipped, we stood up. I felt the bulk between my legs shift—a constant reminder of where I stood in this world. "Got your schedule?" Adrian asked as we disposed of our trays. "Yeah," I said, pulling out the piece of paper from my pocket and unfolding it. "Looks like I've got Machina Design first thing." Adrian raised an eyebrow. "Mechanics? Interesting. I'm off to Strategic Market Theory myself." I nodded. "Guess we're splitting up then." "Seems like it," he replied. "Meet back here for lunch?" "Sure thing," I said, forcing a smile. We parted ways amidst the crowd, students brushing past us in their haste to start their days. * * * The brisk morning air nipped at my cheeks as I made my way across the sprawling campus. I fumbled with my communicator, a longing to hear Eric's voice gnawing at me. My thumb jabbed the screen, trying to bridge the distance with a simple call. "Come on, connect," I muttered, willing the stubborn device to work. My attempts met only silence, a glaring "Network Unavailable" flashing back at me. "Fucking piece of junk!" The words spilled out, frustration boiling over. A shadow loomed over me, and I tilted my head up to meet the disapproving gaze of a passing PA. She towered above me, her eyes narrow slits of disapproval. "At Emerson , we use our words wisely," she chided, her tone dripping with condescension. "Especially little boys who should know better." I clenched my jaw, heat creeping up my neck. "I'm not a little boy," I snapped back. But my defiance seemed to amuse her more than anything. "For that language, two demerits." She tapped something on her tablet, and I felt the sting of each point added to my record. I bit back the retort that threatened to earn me more trouble. Instead, I turned on my heel and stormed off toward the lecture hall, the taste of bitterness clinging to my tongue. As I trudged into the Machina Facultas building, my spirits were as heavy as the rain-laden clouds outside. Inside, the building sparkled with technological wonders, walls adorned with blueprints and models of futuristic machinery, suspended like stars in a mechanical cosmos. Sunlight streamed through the glass dome, illuminating the polished floor, a chessboard of innovation. My footsteps echoed in the atrium, blending with the hum of distant machinery and soft conversations. The air was fragrant with oil and metal, evoking memories of countless hours lost in the solitude of my own workshop. Frustrated, I ran a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the irritation. Entering my lecture room, I was struck by its grandeur. Desks ascended towards panoramic windows, and a holographic display flickered above the podium, showing floating cities and anti-gravity vehicles. In the lecture room, the atmosphere transformed, as if stepping into a realm where the future was being woven before my eyes. The holographic display flickered to life above the podium, casting an ethereal glow across the room. It projected models of antigravity engines, their intricate designs suspended in mid-air, a ballet of light and shadow. The engines rotated slowly, revealing complex layers and components that shimmered like jewels, their reflections dancing on the students’ awestruck faces. Around me, the air was charged with anticipation, a sharp contrast to the frustration that had gripped me moments before. As I took my seat, the soft hum of conversation around me felt like the murmur of a gathering storm of ideas. I ran my fingers over the cool, smooth surface of my desk, grounding myself in this moment of transformation. The professor stepped up to the podium, her presence immediately capturing the room’s attention. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Professor Elara Madsen, and I’ll be guiding you through the wonders of advanced engineering principles this semester,” she introduced herself with a warm, confident smile. Her eyes sparkled with the same intensity as the holograms she was about to discuss. “Today, we delve into the art of defying gravity,” she continued, her enthusiasm infectious. As she gestured towards the floating hologram, it responded, parts moving and aligning in an intricate dance of science and imagination. I leaned forward, my earlier irritation dissolving into a sense of wonder. Each explanation from Professor Madsen painted vivid strokes in my mind, turning complex theories into a tapestry of understanding. The way she described the gravitational fields and magnetic forces was not just technical, but almost poetic, making the invisible forces seem almost tangible. This was more than a lecture; it was an invitation into a world where the boundaries of physics bent and stretched. It was in these moments, surrounded by the potential of the future and the passion for discovery, that I felt my spirit lift. The frustration that had clouded my day faded, replaced by an insatiable curiosity and a renewed sense of purpose. * * * With a sigh of relief, I stepped out of the lecture hall. The morning's advanced engineering session had been an onslaught of complex theories and formulas, my mind whirling with the intricate details of quantum physics and dimensional theory. But I was in my element, every synapse firing in excitement. It was just what I needed to get through the morning. Adrian and I made our way to the cafeteria, a beacon of comfort after the intellectual rigor of our lectures. We slid into a table near the back, alongside a few other Littles from our classes. I tore into a sandwich, hunger gnawing at my insides. Adrian was mid-sentence, regaling us with some anecdote about Professor Dalton when the cafeteria doors swung open. All chatter ceased as everyone turned to look at the newcomer. "Hey guys, mind if I join you?" The voice was familiar. I turned around to find Mateo standing there, tray in hand. Adrian and I exchanged surprised glances. Mateo? He was supposed to be at our Nest too. I gave Mateo a nod, gesturing to the empty seat beside me. "Sure, pull up a chair," I said, my curiosity piqued by his sudden appearance. Mateo slid into the seat with a grateful smile, placing his tray on the table. He looked a little out of place with his different uniform – a variation of colors that set him apart from our group. "Thanks, Bix. It's been a wild first week." Adrian leaned back in his chair, eyeing Mateo with that familiar air of superiority. "Sorted into another nest? How did you manage that at the last minute?" he asked, his tone suggesting it was more than just idle curiosity. Mateo shrugged, his expression unreadable as he took a bite of his food. "Just some last-minute changes," he mumbled through his mouthful. "They didn't give me much of an explanation." "You didn't question it?" I prodded gently. It seemed strange for the administration to shuffle people around without reason. "There wasn't much time to question anything," Mateo replied after swallowing. "They just told me where to go, and I went." His eyes darted around the table before settling on his plate. I could tell there was more to it than he was letting on, but it wasn't like him to be so evasive. The Mateo I knew was always open about everything – maybe too open at times. Adrian snorted. "You're not very inquisitive for someone who's supposed to be at university," he commented dryly. Mateo gave Adrian a flat look but didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he changed the subject smoothly. "How's your first week been? You guys look like you've been through the wringer." The table erupted into laughter as we all shared stories of our own trials and tribulations – each tale more absurd than the last. Mateo's mystery faded into the background as we bonded over shared experiences. For a moment, I forgot about the strangeness of Amazonia and felt like just another university student swapping stories with friends. Time to move… * * * Stepping into the Nest, the air felt heavy, like a blanket of tension had settled over the place. Adrian and I locked eyes, a silent agreement passing between us—we weren't going down without a fight. Evelyn's heels clicked against the floor as she approached us, her face a mask of authority. "Boys, welcome back. There are new rules to follow here. From now on, you will wear only your underwear while in the Nest, and you will address me as Miss Evelyn." Adrian crossed his arms over his chest, his voice dripping with disdain. "You expect us to parade around half-naked? This is absurd." I nodded in agreement, my fists clenching at my sides. "Yeah, we're not your toddlers to dress and undress as you please." Miss Evelyn's eyes narrowed slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Oh boys, don't make me remind you of Mommy's little helpers." Her tone was sugary sweet but laced with an icy threat. The color drained from Adrian's face as he muttered under his breath. "We're not afraid of your empty threats." With a swift motion, Miss Evelyn produced the box adorned with wailing cartoon figures from behind her back. "Empty? Oh no, my dear Adrian. You wouldn't want to end up like those little ones on the box now, would you?" I felt my resolve crumbling as she continued, her voice a velvet hammer smashing against our defiance. "And let's not forget what happens to naughty boys who don't follow the rules." Adrian's posture deflated like a punctured balloon. His sophisticated vocabulary abandoned him as he stuttered out a feeble response. "N-No... I suppose not." With a sigh that felt like surrender, I pulled my shirt over my head and slipped out of my pants, standing there in just my diaper. The cool air brushed against my skin, leaving me feeling exposed and small. Adrian followed suit, his movements robotic as he stripped down to his underwear. His face flushed with embarrassment as he avoided eye contact. Miss Evelyn circled us like a hawk eyeing its prey. "Good boys, and both dry…" she cooed mockingly. "Remember this lesson well—mommy doesn't make idle threats." As we stood there in defeat, the humiliation stung more than any spanking could. Adrian's usual arrogance had evaporated into thin air, leaving behind a boy who had met his match. And me? I just hoped Eric never had to see me like this—stripped of dignity and dressed down to nothing but a diaper and shame. Evelyn's gaze swept over us, a predator assessing her prey. "So, boys, tell me about your day," she cooed, the false sweetness in her voice setting my teeth on edge. I shuffled my feet, my eyes flicking to Adrian before settling on the pattern of the carpet. The memory of my clash with the PA itched at the back of my mind like a fresh mosquito bite. "It was good," I lied smoothly, the word feeling like sawdust in my mouth. "Learned a lot in class." Evelyn's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. "Is that so?" Her voice was syrupy with doubt. "Because, Bixente, if I recall correctly, swearing at university staff isn't generally considered 'good' behavior." My heart skipped a beat. How did she know? I swallowed hard, trying to maintain an innocent facade. "I didn't swear at anyone," I insisted, but my voice betrayed me with a slight quiver. She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming as she towered above me. "Lying is a nono, just like swearing," she chastised, her tone sharp as she wagged a finger in front of my face. The humiliation bubbled inside me like a pot about to boil over. "Now," Evelyn continued in that same condescending tone, "what do we say when we've been naughty?" I felt Adrian's eyes on me—piercing and cold. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment as I mumbled the dreaded words. "I'm sorry, Miss Evelyn." Her lips curled into a triumphant smile. "And what happens to little boys who tell lies and use bad words?" She closed the gap between us until I could smell her perfume—a mix of roses and something colder, like steel. "Lying is very naughty," she cooed, her voice dripping with condescension. Heat crept up my neck as she bent down to my level, her face inches from mine. "Now what do we do with little boys who tell fibs?" Adrian's eyebrows knitted together in concern—or was it curiosity?—as he watched the scene unfold. "You know the rules here," Miss Evelyn continued, her tone playful yet laced with an edge that cut through the air like a knife. I did know the rules, and my insides twisted at the thought of what came next. She stopped pacing and stood before me, her presence commanding attention. "Bixente, what should happen to a little boy who doesn’t tell the truth?" My heart hammered against my ribcage. I didn't want to say it—to give life to the words that would seal my fate—but Miss Evelyn waited patiently for me to seal my own doom. "I..." My voice was barely above a whisper as Adrian looked on, his face a mask of anticipation mixed with pity. "...should get spanked." "And?" Miss Evelyn prompted with a tilt of her head. "On... on my bare bottom," I finished, feeling every ounce of pride drain away. Miss Evelyn's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she clapped her hands together softly. "There we go! Wasn't so hard now, was it? Now come here and let's get this over with." Adrian shifted uncomfortably beside me as I took the dreaded walk towards Miss Evelyn, each step feeling like an eternity. As Miss Evelyn tugged my pull-up away and I felt the chilly air kiss my bare bottom, the feeling of abject shame was nearly too much. My heart was sprinting in my chest, and I teetered on the precipice of fright and regret. The first wallop descended with a sharp sting on my left side, and a fraction of a moment later, another swat set my right cheek ablaze. They rang out like claps of thunder, violating the silence and causing me to squirm and yelp. My face, mirroring my rear, flushed a deep crimson with the heat of tears and embarrassment. My bottom wriggled fruitlessly in an attempt to evade her firm hand, but every spanking strike found its mark undeniably. My childish whines became uncontrollable, "No no, please, no more , Miss Evelyn!" As the relentless onslaught of spanks continued, tenderizing my poor backside, my courage waned and gave way to unguarded vulnerability, a raw and despondent cry for lenience, "It huuurts, Miss Evelyn, please stop!" Miss Evelyn's response came firm and maternal, laden with condescension fit for a preschooler caught with his hand in the cookie jar, "Naughty boys who tell fibs need to learn their lesson," she chided sternly. "And big boys don't lie, do they, Bixente?" Her hand kept swatting, a metronome of discipline. My sobs and sniffles punctuated the rhythm of each spank as I blurted out apologies in a sing-song voice, full of distress, "I sowwy, Miss Evelyn. I be good! I wisten now!" By the time she deemed the punishment sufficient, every swat felt like a branding, searing a reminder into my tender skin. As I slumped to the floor, a hiccuppy mess, I certainly didn't feel seventeen. With Miss Evelyn standing over me, scolding continued as if addressing a toddler mid-tantrum, "Now, we're going to behave, aren't we? We’re going to be a good little boy and tell the truth from now on?" Amidst the post-spanking sniffles and the lingering sting, that’s when the feeling solidified—I’d truly been put back in my place, not just as a Little, but as a chastised child learning a hard, painful lesson. Corner time. It was a punishment fit for a misbehaving kindergartener, not a university student. But here I was, nose pressed against the cold wall, my red and stinging backside on full display to anyone who passed by. I could feel the heat radiating off my punished bottom, each pulse of my heartbeat reminding me of Evelyn's hand. I felt a hot blush creep up my neck at the thought of anyone seeing me like this. "Stay put, Bix," Evelyn's voice rang out, authoritative and stern. I heard her heels clicking away as she took a call in another room. Adrian was left to watch over me, his presence both comforting and humiliating. He stood behind me, probably smirking at the sight of his fellow Little relegated to such an embarrassing punishment. I wished he would leave, wished I could have a moment to myself to nurse my wounded pride. "Bix," Adrian said softly, ruffling my hair in an attempt to soothe me. "You gotta follow the rules, man." His words stung more than any spank Evelyn could dish out. I knew he was right, but it was easier said than done when you're being treated like a toddler. I felt the wall cool against my forehead as I leaned into it, letting out a sigh. My arms were starting to ache from being held above my head and I shifted slightly, trying to alleviate the discomfort. "No moving," Adrian reminded me. His voice was firm but not unkind. I nodded silently, biting back any retort that threatened to spill from my lips. This wasn't Adrian's fault. He was just trying to navigate this strange world same as me. The minutes ticked by agonizingly slow as I stood in the corner, every so often hearing Adrian's quiet movements behind me. Each passing second was a reminder of my status here in Amazonia - a Little, subjected to the rules and punishments of the Bigs. And as much as I hated it, I knew I had to play their game if I wanted to survive. As the time passed, my humiliation faded to a dull ache. I was here for a reason, and this was just one more hurdle to overcome. My resolve hardened. They could put me in timeout, spank me, dress me like a toddler, but they couldn't take away my determination. The sound of Evelyn's heels signaled the end of my corner time, and my stomach twisted with a fresh sense of dread. She emerged from the other room, her face set in a look of resolute authority. "Bixente," she began, her voice cool and measured. "You've shown you're not quite ready for big boy privileges." I tensed, the words hitting me like a physical blow. I kept my gaze fixed on the wall, not daring to turn around and face her. "For the next week, you'll be kept in diapers. No arguments." Her decree was final, leaving no room for negotiation. I swallowed hard, a bitter taste in my mouth. "Understood, Miss Evelyn," I said quietly, keeping my tone neutral despite the frustration boiling inside me. Evelyn nodded in approval, seemingly satisfied with my compliance. "Good boy. Let's get you ready for bed." The humiliation of being changed into a nighttime diaper was something I couldn't get used to. The cool air of the Nest brushed against my skin as I was stripped down and powdered. Evelyn worked efficiently, taping me into a thick diaper that crinkled with every movement. She pulled a pair of footed pajamas over my head, zipping them up with an air of finality, then focused herself on Adrian. "Sleep tight," she said with a hint of mockery as she led us to our cribs. I lay there in the darkness, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to the ceiling above me. The bars of the crib cast long shadows across my pajamas, reminding me of my predicament. Beside me, Adrian shifted restlessly in his crib. We didn't speak; words were unnecessary when our shared experience spoke volumes. As sleep began to pull at the edges of my consciousness, I made a silent vow to myself. They could force me into diapers and treat me like a child, but they couldn't break my spirit. One week—I'd endure it and come out stronger on the other side. With that thought cradling me like a lullaby, I closed my eyes and surrendered to sleep's embrace, prepared for whatever tomorrow would bring.

Like every morning for weeks now, Loni's first action upon opening her eyes was to slip a hand into her pajama bottoms to feel her own diaper, looking for the slightest sign of heaviness. Another night without bedwetting. The fifteenth in a row! If he lasted a whole month, they would let him wear training pants even at night, something very few boys his age could boast of. Dani was wet, but that didn't stop him from stretching like nothing and yawning until his jaw almost dropped. Happy are the boys of few ambitions. As if some kind of sixth sense was setting her in motion, Delphine entered their room right at that moment to get them out of bed, checking along the way who was clean and who wasn't. A few moments later, the eight boys from the boarding school gathered in the common bathroom where eight potties awaited them, each with a first name, and a huge bathtub full of strawberry-scented foam. To be admitted to the boarding school, boys had to take a dose of odor stopper every first Monday of the month, so they could all poop at the same time in the same room without it causing the slightest problem. Once Delphine had stripped them of their diapers, they would each sit on the potty bearing their names, following a well-established routine. The supervisor observed them with pride. For most students, the idea of having to bathe eight little gremlins at the same time every morning seemed like a vision of hell. With boys of fifteen or sixteen, that was surely true. At twenty, they were much calmer and more organized, not to mention becoming candy for eyes. “Philip! We don't get rowdy in the water. Once ! Bastien, raise your arms a little higher, my kitten. Yes, it tickles, there’s nothing we can do about it. Grit your teeth, show that you are courageous. Gooood boy. Your willy now. Philip, twice! The third, you're deprived of toys before class. Loni, your turn, darling. Raise your arms!" Loni was the prettiest of the eight, but also the most complicated. Not that he does a lot of mischiefs, quite the contrary. Only, he never asked for cuddles and didn't seem to take any pleasure in being taken care of. When she washed him or diapered him, he didn't smile and his willy always remained soft. He seemed to be waiting for it to pass while thinking of something else. However, she was careful to be even more caressing with him than with the others in the hope of awakening his sensuality, but nothing worked. He probably would have cleaned himself alone if the rules allowed it. After the bath came dressing: five complete diapers, three training pants for the most advanced, and eight uniforms in total: short pants, high socks, shoes and white shirts. A little scarf would have looked nice but women had given up on it because the boys from previous years kept losing them or using them to invent dangerous games. Finally, we headed to the refectory where the educators took over while she poured herself a large cup of black coffee before starting class. Watching the little ones smear themselves with jam, she began to dream of having one of her own. One who would jump into her arms when she came home from work, who she would breastfeed once or twice a week and who she would take care of as she saw fit, without having to answer to anyone. A boy, above all, with whom she could finally take the time to do things right, without having to look at the clock thinking about the other seven. She would wrap her little darling in love every day. She would rock him to sleep every night and wake him up every morning by gently stroking his hair. Not for a moment could he forget how much he was loved. She would also be much more severe than the school rules allowed. Not for everything, of course: when you like boys, you don't make a big deal about dirty clothes or a broken trinket. On the other hand, if she caught him drinking alcohol or playing with sharp objects, he would be good for to a spanking that really looked like a spanking, not a dozen ridiculous little slaps that didn't even make the most sensitive ones cry. . Kind education had good sides, that was undeniable. That said, when a boy did something dangerous to himself, true kindness was to make sure it was the first and last time. She had not emptied her cup when her multitask informed her of a new message. Scylla, her childhood friend, “the highborn” as she sometimes called her to tease her, had just arrived on campus and invited her to join before the first class. She took one last look at the boys' table: Philippe had just spilled his still half-full bowl of chocolate milk while bickering with his neighbor. In addition to the table and the floor, he had stained two of his comrades. Of course, since he “didn’t do it on purpose,” he only got five minutes in the corner. What a great joke! And heckling at the table, hadn’t he done it on purpose? He knew that it was forbidden and why it was. If it had been up to her, Philip would have spent the next thirty minutes copying lines. Except that obviously, he would never have dared doing this if Delphine had been the supervisor. Everyone agreed that Loni was the most intelligent but Phil was the most cunning: he knew very well with whom he could do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Well... if educators with years of study in psycho-socio-pedagogical-demago-bullshit thought it was the right thing to do, they must be right. And if they were wrong, that was their problem. The boys were clean when Delphine took them to the dining hall, her responsibility ended there. Between breakfast and lessons, the boys had half an hour of free time in the toy room, although with a few restrictions: no physical games because we were just after a meal, and no video games because... because! The toys were pretty cool the first few weeks. By the middle of the school year, the boys knew them all by heart. Same for picture books. And since we couldn't play sports, many of them had fallen back on drawing, a discipline in which Loni excelled. “A boy can understand anything as long as he’s interested,” his mother always said. She was convinced that, although they had much lower levels of concentration and self-discipline than women, boys were just as intelligent. When she noticed that her son was interested in drawings, she took the time to explain to him anatomy, perspective, light... Above all, she had him draw simple geometric shapes to teach him to think in three dimensions. Building on these experiences, he returned to drawing his favorite heroes with much greater success. This seemingly innocuous experience had transformed him. Before, he was an ordinary guy who made a real effort when he hoped a woman would reward him or congratulate him, and who the rest of the time didn't take anything seriously. Faced with his first correct drawing, he understood that it was also worth working for yourself, to achieve a goal YOU had set for yourself. The teachers' compliments on his drawings were worthless: they gave them to everyone, even the worst scribblers. It didn't matter: he knew that his level was equal to that of an adult woman. Not from a professional of course, but from an adult! That was cool! An educator clapped her hands: it was time to put away the toys, pencils and everything else for class. The classroom was bright, colorful, covered with drawings reminiscent of a spelling or math rule. There were potties at the end of the class for urgent needs, but we could also ask to go to the bathroom if it wasn't too urgent. You first had to stand next to your chair and wait for an educator to check the diaper to be allowed to sit down. The ten external boys arrived one after the other and joined their classmates. There was Damian, “Damy”, the walking disaster who rushed first and thought too late, Sylvain the super handsome guy, the only one who could boast of being even cuter than Loni, and on the contrary Knut, the little terror . He was a good six feet tall, had a shoulder width wider than his peers, and an almost square jaw, all traits that gave him a lot of confidence in his fists but virtually none in his chances of finding a mommy-wife, hence his bad temper. Unfortunately, and unlike most little bullies, Knut was far from stupid. He knew very well how the ladies looked at Loni or Sylvain, and how they looked at him. He didn't care that the educators kept telling him that he too was cute in his own way. He wanted to be cute in the way that turned the heads of girls his age and that wasn't the case. He was violent with the other boys because that was the only advantage he had over them, and all the spankings in the world didn't stop him from doing it again. Damned for damned, he even took up bodybuilding. So, if a ten-year-old girl would have always mastered him without problems, he was a real colossus compared to the other boys. As he walked towards his chair, Sylvain gave him a little sneer, full of disdain, which the educators did not notice. Knut's face turned red in an instant. He grabbed Sylvain who covered his head, screaming as if he was being skinned alive, before receiving the slightest blow. A moment later, the educators were on Knut and put him in the corner with three good slaps on the buttocks, hard enough for him to feel them despite his diaper. Barely had their backs been turned when Sylvain, who was definitely recovering very quickly, sent a knowing wink to Loni, who would have been fine without it. The class always started with a reading exercise. The boys took turns reading a paragraph from their course book entitled: “Mommy will always love you. » The stories were very repetitive. Each time, a boy did something wrong. A lady who, depending on the boy's age could be his birth mother or his mother-wife, lectured him, punished him if needed, then took him in her arms and repeated that she loved him with all her heart and would always love him, and that was even why she was strict with him. Today, it was the story of a twenty-year-old boy who went to a birthday party where all the other boys were over thirty and hadn't worn diapers for a long time. After a whim, his mother-wife agreed to let him wear underwear like the grown-ups, on the condition that he was very careful. What was supposed to happen happened: the little one wet his pants in front of everyone. His mother cleaned him tenderly, put a little diaper on him and cuddled him for a very long time to console him, explaining to him that he still had plenty of time to grow. And even if he never got potty trained, of course, Mom would still love him. Well... It still wasn't the silliest story we'd read in this class. At times it was even almost moving.

I am transgender MtF, and I am 37 years old. I have long been an abdl, nearly my whole life. I really love diapers and regression. I also really love others who regress and wear diapers. I am looking to date other Diapered littles who also love others in diapers and regression. I would really love for one day to find my amazing partner who can grow and imagine the best of a life together in diapers. We will build the most amazing safe space, and home. We will ultimately have time carved out of our adult lives to indulge in each other being little and thrive in our fantasies together. I am a professional engineer, and I am looking for someone who shares a commitment to excellence in their career. I would love to meet a special baby girl who needs their big as much as they need their adult life. I have a car, and a home and I would like to date someone who also has their adult life well sculpted. I have a love for traveling, movies, video games, table top and board games. I really love to socialize with people and would love to meet people on going, both in ageplay and elsewhere. Let’s grow together and regress together. Must love diapers, baby food, and all the things

Im in Orlando and would love to meet

Hello, my wife (also ABDL) and I are in the Laramie-Cheyenne-FoCo area and would like to meet other ABDLs/littles in the area. Nice to meet you all!

I almost forgot I started this topic over three years ago. Reading it back I think all the things I listed in my first post still stand. However my life has changed quite a bit so the way I am able to cope with all the downsides and limitations of incontinence has improved significantly. First, I now have the whole house for myself. All my kids moved out and I have no partner, so there is no longer the ongoing stress of thinking about wearing and changing my diapers as discretely as possible, about hiding my diapers stash and about how to get rid of my diaper waste unnoticed. Next, given the age I am now, my interest in what other people might think when they notice I'm wearing a diaper has reached an all-time low. I will never become an exhibitionist, but I expect people to understand that it is very difficult to wear a diaper invisibly under pants. Also, since the corona pandemic, I can work from home as much as I want. So that saves me a lot of energy and travel time that I can spend on relaxing activities to compensate for any remaining diaper stress. But to avoid becoming a complete recluse, and to experience some excitement of being incontinent and diapered in public as well, I recently decided to go back to the office a few days a week. Eventually, I hope to find a perfect balance between diaper stress and excitement that allows me to go 24/7 and no longer have these changes between loving to be diaper dependend and wondering why I love that so much. It would be nice to just live the incontinent life and no longer question why I have this fetish.

"Willy, now that we're done cleaning, how about you take Evelyn out for the day, you can use our car." Said Aunt Kathy. She handed me the keys to her Ford Fusion, not a cool car but then it isn't something even less out of style. I though. "Thank you! I said as did Evelyn. We both showered and changed our clothes to something more appropriate for a date and not cleaning. As I was in changing my clothes, Aunt Kathy came in. "Willy, I, a, think it would be better if you were both diapered for your date. Evelyn is already in her diapers. I know you won't touch her until she is older, but I'm not sure I trust her with you. She thinks you are just perfect!" I knew from her tone of voice, that she wasn't really asking me but telling me. She got into my diaper drawer as I was calling it now. She oiled and powdered me up, then put my diapers on, she slid the plastic pants up and then I heard a distinct "click." "What the heck was that Aunt Kathy?" "That's the locking mechanism, John Jr. used to take his off so we got locking plastic panties for him. Don't worry, Evelyn has the same type that you have just as clear as your panties." I was lucky that my Jean's fit over my diaper, just verily! I met Evelyn in the hall she was in a dress it was just an inch or two above her knees. I had to admit her legs were shapely and she was hot! "Wow! I said, you're beautiful!" "Glad you finally noticed!" She said with a smile. I took her to the car and being the gentleman I am I opened the door for her. Getting in her dress rode up and I saw that Aunt Kathy was right. Evelyn was diapered just like I was. After getting in I asked "Where the best place in town to get good food?" "Well, that all depends on how much you want to spend. There is Gerards, it's like $150 a plate! She said. Then there is Applebee's, Red Lobster, and loads of McDonalds, KFC, Taco Bells." "Red Lobster, where is it at?" I asked? "It's the closest one, about 2 to 3 blocks away. She said Turn left here. She said. Right on the next corner. We were there. We went in and it wasn't very busy yet and were were in and out, still cost about $90. We went another block or two and we were at the theater, this was in the opposite direction of the college. We went in and she told me the movie she wanted to watch. We got our popcorn, drinks and found our seats. The movie hadn't started when two other girls came. "Is this your boyfriend that you told us about Evelyn?" One of the girls asked? "Yes Yolanda, yes Heather, this is Willy Sanders, we have been friends since I can remember!" I thought they would move to another seat or two a ways away but they stayed. We sat there and soon the lights dimmed and the previews started they also had little trivia, some of it was just to easy like, "The line, Play it again Sam! came from which movie. "Casablanca!" I said. Twenty seconds later "Casablanca!" came up. They had another preview. Another trivia game came up. This time I didn't know it. I looked and all three girls were looking at me. The answer came up and it was some movie I was not familiar with it was Papillion or something like that. Then the movie started, I was surprised Evelyn gave me her hand to hold in the dark. After the movie was going and she looked at he friends and they were engrossed in the movie. She moved her hand down and laid her hand and felt my diaper through my Levi's. The smile on her face said it all!