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Chapter 29: Phone Calls Little in Love 2 – LittleFallenPrincess A week passed. Charlie had remained in her coma, but she had been moved to what used to be my old apartment, which when I had given it up had been turned into a residential suite for littles undergoing restoration therapy with Eve. It was currently empty, the previous tenant had just moved out after regaining their adulthood, so it was a perfect time for me to move back home… with my wife this time. It was just like being at home again, which helped me a lot dealing with everything that was going on. And whilst I had a lot of privacy, we did have nurses popping in and checking Charlie’s vitals, as well as Eve coming in to make sure we’re both doing okay, so it wasn’t like I felt completely uninterrupted. It was a bit annoying but honestly… with Charlie in this coma, I appreciated the small chats I had with the people taking care of her. My control of my bladder and bowels had been slowly regained, thanks to the restorative nature of the nanites mixed with a lot of potty training, all thanks to Eve. She did say though that if they had rescued me just a couple days later, it would have taken a lot longer to regain. I very was fortunate in that regard. Ha. ‘Fortunate’. ‘Fortunate’ to have my wife turned against me and then put into a coma. ‘Fortunate’ to be attacked by someone without even knowing who it is ‘Fortunate’ to get my potty training back… I would have lost hope if it wasn’t for Charlie and my friends. I would have broken down and given up being an MP, given up even trying to stay an adult in this world… if it wasn’t for my wife, my friends, and the support of so many in the hospital, all working tirelessly to try and help Charlie. Faith and Eve eventually came to the conclusion that Charlie just needs time to heal, that she’ll awaken soon. Whether it's in a few days or a few months… or even a few years, at least there is no trace of hypnosis affecting her, according to Faith and Eve anyway, it’s just a matter of her needing to heal and rest. So I sat in my room, playing games and watching movies whilst snuggled up to my wife whilst she lay sleeping, hoping that me being near her will somehow help her heal quicker. “Hey kiddo…” Malcolm said as he entered the room without even knocking. “Oh… hi…” I responded, the enthusiasm I used to have was long gone at this point. “I have something for you.” “What?” Not even a surprise could get me cheery at this point. “Your phone.” “You’re finally giving me it back?” I asked, raising my eyebrow at him, suspiciously. “Your phone has been blowing up… and we’ve been keeping the Prime Minister off your back for a week… but he’s threatening to fire you at this point.” He said, looking awkward. “Ugh. Here, give…” I said, holding out my hand. Malcolm pulled out a small phone from his back pocket and placed it in my hand. ‘170 text and 35 missed calls… and these are the ones they didn’t answer. Wow…’ “I’ll sort it.” I told Malcolm. “Don’t let them…” “Push me around? Yeah, I got this. Trust me.” I didn’t care anymore. If the PM wanted to fire me, he can damn well do so. Malcolm smiled awkwardly and left the room, closing the door behind him. “I’ve got this.” I told myself, before looking down at Charlie. The temptation to check out social media first was very tempting, but Sarah and Zoey assured me everything was handled on that front, and that I should avoid it at all costs right now, for my own benefit. So I moved my thumb away from the icon and over to the phone book icon. Scrolling down, I figured I best call my ‘boss’ first. So I took a deep breath and pushed down with my thumb. “Miss Clarke…” The Prime Minister growled down the phone. “Sir…” I responded, through gritted teeth. “Care to tell me why you’ve been AWOL for nearly two weeks?” “I assume you saw social media?” “I did. But I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself. But your so-called ‘friends’ wouldn’t let me speak to you. I’m very close to kicking you from the party and calling for a by-election.” “Well… Sir… I have been in the hospital for the past week. And before that… well you saw social media. Someone got to Charlie and…” “Someone got to her? What, like a bribe?” “No… someone hypnotised her.” I replied. “Don’t be so fucking stupid, you stupid little girl. We both know that’s not possible.” “Yes it is. Someone wanted to get to me through Charlie, and used subliminal hypnosis on her to make her more…” “More what?” “...Amazon-like.” I said, bluntly. “Liv, I’ve had it up to here with your wild stories and your excuses.” He was starting to sound more and more irate. “I’m not lying. I’m lying beside my unconscious wife right now. She’s in a coma.” “Liv, I don’t care what is going on in your life. You can’t just go AWOL for over a week. We need a handle on the public opinion regarding your little games with your Mummy.” “She…” “I don’t care, Liv. I’m setting up a press event this afternoon. If you’re not there, I’ll consider it your resignation.” And before I could react, before I could argue… he hung up on me. I wanted to punch something. Someone. I wanted to throw things and break things… but instead I just froze there, sat beside my wife, unable to even speak. Then another call came through so I quickly answered it. “Hey Mum…” I told my Mum everything. Apparently she had been so worried about me after seeing me on the news dressed like a regressed little, but thankfully Malcolm and that lot had made sure to keep her updated. What they hadn’t told her is that I’ve been in hospital the past week, so as soon as I let that slip from my lips… she immediately started putting on her coat. I wanted to tell her not to bother, that I’d be okay and she needn't risk coming out to see me… but I needed my Mum right now. So I agreed for her to come stay here for a couple of days whilst I try and get my life back together, and then hung up… preparing myself for the next call… the one I had been dreading all week. “Hi Moira…” “Olivia! I was worried sick! I saw the news and your friends reassured me everything was okay. Is everything okay?” Charlie’s Mum sounded so worried… which just made me dread giving her the news even more. “Everything… is… umm…” “Are you okay?” She asked. “I’m ok.” I replied, not knowing how to tell her. “Oh good, and Charlie? Can I speak to her? Is she there?” “She’s here… I…” My words got stuck in my throat as I choked up, on the verge of tears… “Liv… What's happened to my girl?” Moira sounded like she was going to panic. “She… she’s in a coma.” “A… coma? But… but… how? When? Why?” “Someone wanted to get to us. They hypnotised Charlie to act more… Amazon-like.” “But that’s not possible…” She said, sounding just as sceptical as the Prime Minister did. “Oh but it is, Moira. I’m sorry, but it is.” “You mean people could… use it on us?” “I know it’s scary. You now know what it’s like for us. But don’t worry, we got it out of Charlie’s system… the problem is… it left her in a coma. She’s going to be okay… but we don’t know when she’ll wake up.” The phone went silent for a while. I didn’t want to say anything, I wanted Moira to be able to process this, so I stayed quiet. “You say ‘when’… so there is hope?” Moira spoke up, sounding like she had been crying. “Yes, this isn’t an ‘if’. This is a ‘when’. At least that’s what I’ve been told. She just needs to heal.” “So where is she? Can I come see her?” “We’re at Eve’s hospital. We moved her into a residential room and I’m living here with her.” “Oh honey… you must be so distraught right now.” “I’m… managing.” “I’m coming over to help.” “Moira… it’s okay…” “No, I’m not taking no for an answer. I’ll help take care of my daughters. Both of them.” “I… thanks, Moira.” “I’ll be over this afternoon. I need to sort a few things out and make sure my husband is updated, but then I’ll be over as soon as possible.” “Okay, well it’ll be good to see you again. I’ll probably see you tonight, as I’ve got a press conference to do in the afternoon. I better go… I’ve got more calls to make.” “Chris… are you there?” I asked, nervously. “Olivia. What the fuck happened?” Chris was already on the attack, and suddenly I was playing defence. “Someone got to us.” I replied. I worded it carefully. If there was a potential mole at LIBRA, I didn’t want to tip them off that we knew. They could be listening in to our conversation. “Got to you? So this wasn’t just you playing your stupid little baby games with your ‘Mummy’?” “Fuck off, Chris, she’s in a coma.” I snapped at him. “A coma? So…” “And I barely made it out of it with control of my bladder. No thanks to you…” “What do you mean? What the fuck are you accusing me of?” He yelled. “...I’m not! I… I can’t explain here. I need to talk with you, in private.” “Well the PM told me that he’s scheduling a press conference to explain your absence and the… public incident. So we can talk after that.” “You’re going to be there?” “As head of LIBRA, I have to be. So just play along with whatever the PM says and I’ll talk to you in private afterwards.” “I…” Before I could finish, he hung up on me. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- After much arguing with all my friends, who all insisted it was a bad idea for me to go out for this press thing, especially after an attack on Charlie and I, I managed to convince them I knew what I was doing. So Malcolm brought me one of my pants suits from home and once I had changed, he also drove me to the event, which was being held at a hall on the opposite side of town. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked as I straightened my suit after the not-very-dignified ride in the car seat. I straightened my hair, adjusted the pullup that I was wearing underneath my smart exterior, and smiled up at my friend. “I’ll be fine.” I replied, trying to sound as confident as possible, even if that was purely an act. “Well I’ll be in the back, just in case.” “What would I do without my bodyguard…” I grinned at him. “Probably sucking on some other woman’s tits…” “Wow… you don’t hold back, do you Malcolm?” I laughed. “You know me, Liv. Now go on… go play good girl for the PM…” “Finally.” Chris said, getting up from his seat in the back room where we were apparently preparing for my speech. “I’m… on time though?” I replied, confused by his impatience despite me making it with plenty of time to spare. “Just get in the seat, we’ll get your makeup perfect, then we’ll go over your lines.” “Lines? So you’re just going to come up with some excuse for…” Chris mimed zipping his lips before signalling to the makeup artist and one of the PM’s advisors to leave the room. Once the room was empty, leaving just Chris and I alone together, he walked up to me and got awkwardly close to my face. “Look, you say the speech you’ve been given. Answer the questions you are given by the press with the answers on your cards.” “Wait… so the questions I’ll be asked are already rigged?” I asked him. “Of course. We can’t have the public know the truth behind any of this.” “You mean that Amazons are susceptible to a new kind of hypnosis? That they too can be brainwashed? That they are now just as vulnerable as the littles they torture?” “Exactly. We have to play along.” “We can’t. We have to tell them.” I argued, actually putting my foot down and holding my position as he tried to intimidate me with his posture. “Don’t dare, Olivia. Not now.” “No Chris, I disagree. We have to tell them. LIBRA has been compromised. Someone attacked Charlie. Someone stole the plans for your device and replicated it.” “That’s not possible.” “How do you know? My wife is in a coma right now. There’s the proof your organisation has been infiltrated!” “Because I know it’s not!” He yelled at me. “Chris, I’m sorry, but you’re blind if you…” “Stop being such a fucking brat!” He screamed, making me lose my voice and take a step back in shock. “I… what?” “Fucking hell, Olivia… you are so fucking infuriating. Your little outbursts are driving me insane! I regret putting you forward as our candidate. It may have won us the election, but you… fuck, you are so annoying!” “I’m sorry if standing up for what is right ‘annoys’ you… but…” “What is ‘right’? You don’t know anything about what is ‘right’! You get kidnapped and suddenly you’re the fucking favourite. Everyone loves you and your fucking wife!” Chris was scaring me right now. I knew he had been acting differently with me since I got elected… but… this was a whole new side to him, one I didn’t know he had. “I know keeping the truth from people is wrong at least. My wife would agree, if she were here, and she’s done more for littles than your organisation has. We both have.” “Yeah… and where did that end up? You just ended up pissing off the wrong people.” “And that won’t stop us. I’ll keep fighting for littles, I’ll keep working for peace between us and the Amazons.” “THERE IS NO PEACE BETWEEN US! THERE NEVER WILL BE!” A knock at the door interrupted us, thankfully. I wasn’t sure how much more I could deal with from Chris, especially after everything that happened in the past two weeks. “It’s time…” the PM’s advisor said, sheepishly. “Get out there and say your lines.” Chris said, pulling out a stack of cards and shoving them against my chest, before storming out ahead of me. As I walked out onto the stage, all cameras focused on me and with the flashes on them all going off… my heart was racing. I knew what I needed to do… but Chris’ anger was still playing in my head and I was worried that maybe I was making a mistake. But just as I took only a couple of steps out, I felt someone grab my hand and pull me back slightly. I turned to see Chris, staring daggers at me, as he clutched my wrist so hard it started hurting. “We need this. Say the cards. Don’t dare go off script. Or else.” “Or else… what?” I asked, defiantly. “Or else I’ll make sure I do a better job with Charlie next time and you'll never get to grow up to mess with my plans again.” ======================================================= *sets up a deck chair and awaits the comments whilst eating popcorn* If you haven't seen, I'm now up and running on Subscribestar! (Sorry for the reminder again, trying to get my subscribers back after the Patreon rubbish!) Hoping to start the new SubscribeStar exclusive short stories with a trial run in January! if the first commission goes well, I'll see how many I can handle per month (thinking about 2 per month. 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Chapter 5 “Well, that takes care of everything for today, I think,” said the Magician. The ladies were all staring, unnerved, at the place where Susie and her mother had vanished. What sort of life had the girl gone home to? All of them knew it could just has easily have been them in Susie’s place, voted off to face who knows what horrible fate. Madelyn sucked her thumb nervously, and Becky squirmed in her stinky diaper. “You can all do as your please for the rest of the afternoon,” the Magician continued happily. “Wander around the house, look around the gardens, or just go back to yours rooms for the night. It’s your choice, but don’t stay up too late. You need to be well rested for the second challenge tomorrow.” “What time should we come back here for dinner?” Abby asked, a little apprehensively. She hoped it wouldn’t be baby food and formula again. “Your dinner will be delivered to your rooms tonight,” said the Magician. His eyes glittered as he spoke. Abby didn’t like the look on his face, as if he had something planned, but what could be worse than having to eat disgusting, mushy baby food? “Oh!” he said suddenly. “There is one thing I’ve forgotten. Stay where you are a minute, ladies.” The Magician’s eyes fell on Becky. He looked at her with his horrible smirk and said, in syrupy-sweet baby talk that turned the women’s stomachs, “Daddy thinks someone has a very ‘tinky nappy, doesn’t she? Does wittle baby Becky need changies?” Becky turned scarlet and looked at the floor. “Answer me, young lady.” “Yes,” Becky said through gritted teeth. “Uh-uh-uh, sweetie. You can do better than that. If you want to get out of that dirty diaper any time today, you have to ask me properly. Unless you’d rather spend all night in poopy pants?” Becky flashed him a furious look. “Please Daddy,” she begged, her eyes filling with angry tears, “I’ve got a very stinky nappy. Will you change me?” “Not quite, little one,” he said happily. “One more time. But this time try it in baby-talk, just like Daddy did.” Becky sobbed. How much more was he going to humiliate her?! Wasn’t it enough that he’d stripped her of her toilet training and put her back in fucking nappies?! But the horrible, disgusting mess in her pants was getting too much to bear. She’d been in this filthy thing since lunchtime! “Pwease Daddy!” she wailed, determinedly not looking at the others. “Baby Becky has a vewy ‘tinky nappy! Pwease can I haf changies?” “Good girl! That’s better! Alright, princess. Lie down and Daddy will clean your messy bottom. The rest of you can watch.” Tears in her eyes, Becky lowered herself onto the changing mat that had suddenly appeared on the dining room floor. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her! A part of her still hoped that this was all some sort of bizarre nightmare, that she might wake up any second to find she was still a regular twenty-year-old woman who could keep her pants clean and dry. With a loud ripping sound, the Magician undid the tapes of Becky’s diaper and pulled down the front. “P-U!” he exclaimed, fanning his nose theatrically when the mess in Becky’s pants came into view. Becky wanted to sink into the ground and disappear forever. “What a little stinker!” the Magician teased as he lifted Becky’s legs in the air by her ankles. He smiled while he worked away at her mucky bottom with a pack of wet wipes. “Who’d have thought such a pretty girl could make such a yucky mess!” he said. Becky cringed with shame. She felt exactly like those filthy brats at daycare. She glanced up and saw the others staring at her. They all looked disgusted. Katherine was actually pinching her nose! “Don’t look!” Becky whined. “Don’t look at me!” Abby, Madelyn, and Katherine knew they should give her some privacy – if the Magician forced them to stay, they could at least avert their eyes – but something about the horror of the scene kept their eyes fixed on Becky. A grown woman getting her dirty nappy changed. They couldn’t look away. “Nooo!” Becky mewled, squirming in place while the Magician cleaned her up. “Hold still, little missy,” he told her sternly, but she kept on wiggling and whining. Sighing, he snapped his fingers, and suddenly Becky went quiet. Then a happy giggle burst from her lips. “Goo goo ga ba ba!” she gurgled, as a dim-witted smile spread across her face. “There we go!” the Magician cooed, smirking. “That should keep you settled down until you’re all cleaned up. Here, I know just the thing to occupy a fussy baby during a diaper change.” He slipped off the shoe and sock from one of Becky’s feet and gave it a tickle. She squealed excitedly and grabbed her foot, lifting it up to her face in an extraordinary show of flexibility. Then, while the others watched with looks of revulsion on their faces, the twenty-year-old woman shoved her big toe into her mouth and started sucking on it wetly. Even Madelyn, who’s thumb was still planted in her mouth, watched with distaste as Becky drooled cross-eyed over her toes like some mindless infant. It was like the Magician had drained her adult mind right out of her body! The fact that a man would dare do this to a woman made her seethe with rage, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She’d come up with a plan soon, she told herself. This freak was going to get it. The Magician finished cleaning Becky’s bottom while she sucked on her toes and babbled nonsense. He pulled a fresh nappy from thin air and slipped it under her bottom, giving her a generous sprinkling of sweet-smelling baby powder and patting it firmly into her tushy before taping the bulky diaper snugly around her waist. “There we go!” he announced, and Becky cooed happily up at him, her mentally reduced mind happily enjoying the pleasant tone of his voice. “I’ll finish taking care of baby Becky for this evening,” he told the others, “so you can all head off now.” The three ladies immediately headed for the exit, slightly dazed by what they had just seen. They couldn’t get the image of Becky babbling and getting her butt wiped out of their heads. Madelyn slipped out first, Katherine behind her – but before the fashion model could leave, the Magician spoke. “Oh Katherine,” he said, “if you do decide to go exploring the house again, at least put some undies on this time sweetie.” He chuckled. “Such a naughty thing, running around with your bottom hanging out, flashing your no-no spot!” Katherine hurried out of the room, blushing brightly, her arms slightly outstretched to keep her balance as she toddled and stomped away unsteadily. Abby followed quickly behind her. “Katherine,” Abby said, catching up to the toddling woman in the corridor to their rooms. She had to supress a laugh at the sight of the snobbish lady waddling bowlegged down the corridor with her bare bottom mostly exposed by her short dress. Katherine looked at her suspiciously. “What?” “I was just wondering… The Magician said Susie got three votes, and I’m pretty sure it was me, Madelyn, and Becky. So I wanted to know who you voted for.” Katherine raised her eyebrow. “And why should I tell you that?” she sneered. Abby scowled. “Fine! I thought we could work together, but if you’re going to be a total bitch about it, you can forget it! I don’t know why I asked. You’re just some stupid toddler now anyway.” Katherine blushed angrily. “Fuck you! At least I didn’t poop my pants earlier today!” Abby went red herself. It had felt so disgusting having to waddle back to her room with a yucky mess in her pants after the first challenge. At the time, she’d been so relieved not to be made incontinent that she hadn’t thought too much about it, but now the memory made her cringe with shame. “Go and waddle back to your room, little girl!” she spat. “You can practice for your next baby pageant!” Katherine stormed away furiously, stomping her feet unsteadily, and this time Abby didn’t restrain herself. She laughed nastily as the fashion model toddled off to her room looking exactly like a grumpy three-year-old. Katherine slammed the door behind her, seething. That stupid girl should just wait! Eventually the Magician would do something to her as well, and then she’d see how she liked it! Hopefully she’d end up in diapers forever like Becky. Abby stormed off as well. Madelyn had already gone back to her room too, and Abby decided not to disturb her. Even as a ridiculous thumbsucker, she was still a little intimidating with her short hair and her black suit and her stern, commanding voice. In any case, Madelyn had been on her side last time. She considered waiting for Becky, but she doubted the disgusting little pants-pooper would be in any fit state to discuss strategy for a while. She went to her own room. The Magician might be a terrifying monster, but his house was certainly comfortable, and Abby laid down on the queen-sized bed, thinking hard about how she could possibly win this ‘game’. She thought about the Magician’s deep voice and handsome features, even his superior smirk, and her hand slipped almost unconsciously between her legs. She had an idea… A few hours later, and Katherine was waiting impatiently in her room, sat up in her bed. There was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Katherine snapped. “It’s about time! I’m hungr…” Then she froze at the sight of the woman who had just entered the room. It was her. The nanny she’d seen nursing the young woman when she’d tried to escape earlier that day. “Hi, sweetie!” the lady cooed. She cupped her heavy, swollen breasts and jostled them. “Are you ready for din-dins?” Katherine squealed in fear and jumped out of bed. She knew exactly where this was going and she wasn’t going to let it happen! She tried to run past the crazy woman and out the door, but her knees gave out before she’d taken two steps. She fell to the floor and started crawling desperately to get away. “Silly baby!” the woman chuckled, reaching down and swatting Katherine playfully on her jiggling bare bottom. “Where are you off to? There’s no running away from Nanny this time! Baby needs her tummy full! Yes she does!” Katherine turned around to look up and the woman, and felt her mind go numb. The lady had her tits out. They were enormous, pale and creamy. Katherine had always thought of herself as having big breasts, but they were nothing compared to the beachball sized tits wobbling alluringly on this woman’s chest. On the end of each nipple, a drop of pearly white milk glistened. Katherine found herself unable to avert her eyes. It was just like it had been with the baby food – the Magician was making her crave it, she knew. She tried to look away, to focus on something, anything else, but her eyes kept being drawn to the woman’s chest, and her stomach began to rumble. “There’s a hungry baby!” the woman cooed. Nanny. Her name was Nanny. She helped Katherine to her feet, but the fashion model turned toddler barely noticed. She was too busy gazing hungrily at the drop of milk that had just ran down the underside of Nanny’s breast. She was hungry. She was a hungry baby. Nanny say down on the bed and pulled Katherine into her lap. “There’s a good girl,” she crooned, guiding Katherine’s lips towards her nipple. “There we go. Time for num-nums. Time that all little girls got fed.” Katherine latched on hungrily, her mind nearly empty. Somewhere in the back of her head, a voice was screaming at her that she had to stop, that she was a grown woman, that she ought to be disgusted by what she was doing. But she ignored it. She was a hungry baby, and she needed her num-nums. She started guzzling down Nanny’s warm, rich breastmilk like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted. It was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted, like honey and vanilla and something else that set off fireworks in her brain. Nanny rubbed her back, cooing at her softly while she nursed, and Katherine drank until she was full, and she drifted off to sleep with another woman’s nipple still planted in her mouth. It was a similar story in the other girl’s rooms. “Naughty girl!” Abby’s Nanny scolded when she barged into the room and found the younger girl playing with herself. “I’ve already had to spank one naughty girl today, and I can see I’m going to have to spank another! That is not ladylike behaviour, little girl.” Abby barely had time to shriek in surprise before she was pulled over the older woman’s knees and given a short but painful spanking with her underwear pooled around her ankles. But if the spanking was bad, it was nothing compared to the humiliation of what came next. Still dazed and confused by this terrifying woman’s sudden presence, Abby didn’t even fight as the lady pulled up her top and guided one of her breasts into her open mouth. She squealed in horror once the nipple was thrust between her lips, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t spit it out! She thought about Madelyn and her stupid thumbsucking habit, and realised it must be the same. She couldn’t stop her lips from nursing! All she could do was let out muffled squeals of protest as the warm mother’s milk started to flow. Over in Madelyn’s room, the feminist lecturer received a slightly different surprise. “Hello, Maddy,” said the Magician, appearing suddenly beside her bed and making her yelp with surprise. “I’ve come to feed you dinner, sweetie,” he said pleasantly, pulling out a baby bottle and ignoring her look of deepest loathing. “I think you’ll find this very yummy, little miss. I made it specially for you.” She looked suspiciously at the bottle. It looked like it was full of formula, the same as the one she’d drank for lunch earlier that day. “It’s mostly breastmilk,” he went on, smirking at the look of revulsion on her face, “but I added a special ingredient as well.” His smile widened. “You see, I hopped over to your university campus, and it turns out you’re not very popular among a lot of the male students! In fact, when I explained the situation, many of them were only too happy to comply when I asked them to help fill your bottle for your din-dins tonight.” Hey eyes widening with horror, Madelyn stared at the baby bottle. “You mean…” she mumbled fearfully around her thumb. “Is dat…” “It’s mostly breastmilk,” he said again, “with a few healthy splashes of male piss and ejaculate.” Madelyn tried to back away, to run, to fight, but her body was frozen. No! This couldn’t happen to her! Not this! Slowly, clearly enjoying every agonising second, the Magician slid Madelyn’s thumb from her mouth and replaced it with the nipple of the baby bottle. Madelyn tried to squirm away, to spit it out, but it was useless. Her lips got to work. Her stomach rolling, she could do nothing to stop the disgusting mixture of breastmilk, pee, and sperm squirting into her mouth and down her throat. She felt sick. But as the Magician guided her hands around the bottle so she could feed herself, and tucked her under the covers of her bed, she couldn’t stop nursing eagerly from it. The fuller her belly got, the sleepier she became. With the bottle still in her mouth, her eyes fluttered closed. Becky, who’d been woken from her mentally reduced baby state by the Magician only to find herself presented with a woman’s breast to drink from, had immediately started crying and wailing again in her room. “Hush now, silly baby,” cooed her Nanny, thrusting one of her nipples into Becky’s mouth. The incontinent girl latched on uncontrollably, her eyes wide with shock as her body immediately started to nurse. But she quickly stopped caring. The milk was so yummy! She settled down and cuddled close to her Nanny while she was breastfed, feeling totally at peace with the world. And she was also starting to feel very sleepy. Milk drunk, she realised, as her awareness came briefly back to her. She was milk drunk, like a baby. A belly full of breastmilk to help the baby go to bed... She barely noticed when the woman withdrew her nipple from her mouth. She felt very warm. Very warm in one particular place to be exact. With a sleepy whimper, Becky realised she was wetting her nappy. The smell of piss reached her, and she wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she was too tired to cry and mourn her potty training any more. Becky drifted off to sleep in her soggy diaper, and slept until morning. Katherine was already dozing. Abby and Madelyn fell asleep quickly as well, their tummies full of breastmilk (and in Madelyn’s case, a little something extra as well), and they dreamed about full nappies, and smacked bottoms, and adult-sized nurseries that they couldn’t escape from no matter how hard they tried. And when they woke up in the morning, all four of them had wet beds.

Interesting assumption. I will tell as much as that's not an oversight and the reason will be revealed at some point. This next chapter was a difficult one. ChatGPT did not cooperate at all right from the beginning so I switched to Gemini instead, but even Gemini struggled with some of the scene in here, complaining about power dynamics, sexual content and the triggering potential of the word "diaper" for some weird reason, even after I reassured it multiple times that the relationship is consensual between two adults, that it was non-sexual and that the target audience does in fact not get triggered by a visual description of diapers. Well at least I could argue with Gemini and get some output from it, even if I had to edit the more explicit descriptions back in manually afterwards, while ChatGPT simply refused to give me any output. Since this chapter was written by Gemini and not ChatGPT, some of the wordings are a bit different. I tried to match the style as closely as I could, but Gemini is a bit more creative compared to ChatGPT, which I actually like. I should've tried it out sooner, it's less repetitive. The only downside with Gemini is that I have to keep reminding it to stick close to the plot I'm providing. It kept changing or adding details I didn't want. Anyways, here's the chapter in question. I would love some feedback on the style compared to the previous chapters. Is it even noticable? Chapter 6 - Punishment "Daddy, I need to pee," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising panic. John chuckled, sending shivers down my spine. "Then just let go," he said, his voice playful. I whipped my head around, eyebrows raised in suspicion. "What do you mean?" I asked, apprehension clear in my eyes. "You're wearing a diaper, baby," he replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face despite sensing my discomfort. I swallowed hard, fidgeting on the floor as the urge to use the bathroom intensified. Did he expect me to use the diaper? I mentally facepalmed myself for not thinking this through once again. "But..." I stammered, "can't I just go to the bathroom?" His voice turned stern. "No, baby. This is part of the deal. I expect you to use the diaper. Must I remind you of the contract again?" The word "contract" sent a whimper escaping my lips. I hadn't expected him to use this against me so soon. My gaze dropped to the floor, overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. I desperately wanted to please him, to follow his every order, but the idea of wetting myself on purpose filled me with disgust. "Please, Daddy," I whimpered again, my voice trembling. My cheeks burned a fiery red, and I couldn't meet his eyes. He watched me squirm for a moment before letting out a sigh. I looked up, only to see a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. I flinched, not wanting to disappoint him, feeling like I was failing not only him but also myself. If I couldn't even handle this simple request, how could I fulfill my part of the agreement? "Alright, fine," he said finally. "But this is the only time and you’ll be punished later. Understand?" I nodded immediately, relief flooding my system. A bathroom break, for now. Punishment later, well, that was a whole other story. He reached out, his touch sending a slight jolt through me, and helped me up. He led me towards a guest restroom located near the entrance hallway. I ran inside the bathroom, not bothering to lock the door. Thankfully, John didn't follow me inside. I yanked down my white tights and ripped the diaper off in a hurry, tossing it onto the floor before collapsing onto the toilet seat with a sigh. Relief flooded me, but it was quickly replaced by a dull ache of disappointment. Disappointment in myself. Tears welled up in my eyes, tracing hot paths down my cheeks. How pathetic was I, that I couldn't even follow such a simple rule? I felt like shrinking into the ground, disappearing completely. But John was waiting outside, and I couldn't just hide forever. Even if I failed him, I had to face him. Sniffling back tears, I wiped myself down, pulled my tights back up, and shuffled out of the bathroom. John stood by the door, arms crossed. I stopped in front of him, eyes glued to the floor, the crumpled diaper clutched in my trembling hands. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I mumbled, voice thick with tears. "Look at me, baby," he commanded, his voice firm but not unkind. I hesitantly lifted my gaze, meeting his eyes. The sternness had softened, replaced by a mix of disappointment and something else, maybe concern? Compassion? He reached out a hand, and I flinched instinctively. But he just used it to gently wipe a stray tear from my cheek. "It's alright, baby," he said softly. "I know you tried. Just promise me you'll try harder next time, okay?" I nodded meekly, a fresh sniffle escaping my nose. "I promise," I choked out. He took the ripped up diaper from my hand and I followed him back to the living room. He settled me down on the floor again, gesturing towards the coffee table. "Let's add another rule," he announced, his voice firm but not unkind. I grabbed a red crayon in apprehension. I suspected what rule he was going to add. "Rule number six," he began, his gaze meeting mine. My breath hitched slightly as I braced myself for the inevitable. "When Daddy puts me in a diaper, I will use it." I let out a soft sigh, a mixture of nervousness and hesitant acceptance swirling within me. As I wrote down the rule, he disappeared into the hallway, returning moments later with a new diaper and baby powder. He met my eyes, a question hanging in the air. "Are you going to let me diaper you this time?" His voice was firm, but held a hint of warmth. It was a question but I knew that there was only one answer to it. I was already on strike two on the first day and the alternative would involve me stepping back from the contract. Yet, a sliver of hope flickered within me, a chance to prove myself. With a deep breath, I offered a hesitant nod and stood in front of him. He gently lifted the hem of my dress, his movements deliberate and controlled. My breath hitched as he carefully lowered my tights, exposing my bare lower body. A blush crept up my neck, a mixture of nervousness and an unfamiliar vulnerability. He sighed at the sight, but I didn't understand why. He knelt before me, his gaze softening. "Lay down" he commanded and I did as I was told. He reached for the diaper, put it under me and applied a light dusting of powder with a practiced touch. The sensation was strange, yet oddly comforting, reminding me of childhood days of being cared for. Feeling a pang of self-consciousness, I squeezed my eyes shut, battling a rising tide of warmth in my cheeks. "We need to shave you later" he remarked matter-of-factly as his fingers brushed through my pubic hair. The touch was gentle, devoid of any sexual undertones. With surprising efficiency, he secured the diaper, this time ensuring a snug fit. "There you go," he announced, a firm tone in his voice as he patted the front. "This one I expect to be used." I nodded in response, a mix of apprehension and a strange sense of accomplishment swirling within me. He helped me back up and pulled the tights over the diaper again before adjusting my dress back into place. The shadow of punishment still lingered, but a newfound determination flickered within me. This wasn't so bad. We settled back at the coffee table, my usual spot being the plush carpet in front of it while John took the couch behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and I took a comforting sip of apple juice from my sippy cup, as I prepared myself for what was to come. "Now, Feli," he began clearly, "it's time to agree on some punishments for when you break your rules." He made sure I was following, his voice leaving no room for misinterpretation. He reached over me, replacing the paper with my rules with a blank one. "Start with the title again," he instructed, "write 'Feli's Punishments' at the top." I grabbed the purple crayon, now having cycled through all the colors, and did as Instructed. "Alright, let's see," he began, pondering for a moment. "I think appropriate punishments for breaking the rules could be timeouts, writing lines, early bedtimes…" He paused, then added with a hint of amusement, "pacifier time and taking away your stuffies." He waited for my reaction, gauging my agreement. I nodded silently, picking up a new crayon and starting to list the punishments on the paper. At the word "stuffies," I stopped writing and tilted my head back to look at him with a questioning expression. "Stuffies?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, the sound surprisingly warm. "Yes, stuffies. I'll show them to you later," he explained and I nodded in acknowledgment. Relief washed over me as I finished the list. These punishments weren't so bad after all. I let out a small sigh, the tension easing from my shoulders. With the list of punishments finalized, John helped me back up and gathered both sheets of paper. "Alright," he began, a hint of amusement lingering in his voice, "now that we've settled this, I think this little girl still needs a punishment." My breath hitched. I'd completely forgotten about that part of the deal. "Let's see," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I think a timeout would be appropriate." He led me to a specific corner of the room, the plush carpet offering little comfort compared to the racing thoughts in my head. "Put your nose in the corner and be quiet," he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind. "Don't move until I tell you to." I obeyed without protest, sinking to the floor with a resigned sigh. Sitting there facing the wall, I mulled over the situation. Punishment was a foreign concept to me, something I'd never experienced before. There had never been a need for it, at least not that I could remember. A wince escaped my lips as the weight of my actions settled in. Being punished on day one was certainly not what I'd envisioned. Yet, a strange sense of relief washed over me knowing he hadn't dismissed our agreement. The real reason for my discomfort, however, wasn't the timeout itself. It was the looming diaper situation. The very idea sent shivers down my spine. A helpless whimper escaped my lips as I realized I'd need to use the one I was wearing sooner or later. Unsure of John's whereabouts - was he still here? Had he left the room? - time seemed to lose all meaning. Five minutes or an eternity, it all felt the same trapped in this corner, lost in a spiral of thoughts. The longer I stood there, the more my mind fixated on how much I'd already failed Daddy, a sense of heavy disappointment settling in my stomach. "Alright," John's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, "ten minutes are up. You can turn around now." He approached me, his footsteps echoing slightly in the vast living room. I slowly turned, keeping my gaze downcast. "Did you understand your lesson?" he inquired, his voice firm but not unkind. I mumbled a small, "Yes Daddy," my face burning with a mixture of shame and a strange fluttering in my chest. "I'm sorry. Next time I will use my diaper, I promise." A tear escaped, tracing a warm path down my cheek. John's expression softened as he noticed the tear. He gently cupped my chin, lifting my face to meet his gaze. "I believe you, baby," he said warmly, wiping the tear away with his thumb. "No more tears. You did your punishment, you don't have to feel guilty anymore." His words felt strangely comforting despite the awkwardness of the situation. I felt incredibly small and vulnerable under his gaze, a mix of fear and something else, something unfamiliar, swirling in my stomach. "Now, come on," he said, his voice pulling me back to the present. "I want to show you something." He reached down, gently grasping my hand. My head bobbed in a silent nod, the last sniffles escaping me as I allowed him to lead me away from the corner.

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Chapter 7 - Desperation John grabbed my sippy cup as he was leading me through the living room and into the kitchen. He pointed towards the fridge. There, hanging on the door, were the lists I'd painstakingly created: my rules and the dreaded punishments. As John opened the fridge to grab the juice, I stood on the opposite side, inspecting the colorful charts. Curiosity piqued, I tilted my head to the side. "It's... a rainbow," I mumbled to myself. "What's a rainbow?" John asked, filling my sippy cup. I pointed at the chart. "My rules," I mumbled back. John closed the fridge door and peered at the display, tilting his head to match mine. "Huh, you're right," he conceded. "But it's upside down," he remarked with a hint of amusement. "I guess," I mumbled, surprised by my own choice of colors. "I didn't even notice while writing it." “Anyway,” John continued, his tone matter-of-fact. "With the rules hanging right here, you can always check them whenever you need to." I nodded meekly, a blush creeping up my neck. This meant no more excuses – the expectations were plastered on the fridge for all to see. He handed me back the full sippy cup, and a sinking feeling settled in my stomach. The extra juice was intentional I suspected. John glanced at the microwave clock, the digital display flashing 10:00 AM. Only two hours awake, yet it felt like a lifetime had squeezed by. As I replayed the morning's events in my head, John's voice filled the space again. "I need to get some work done," he explained. "Didn't take the day off, but I'll be working from home today." I nodded, unsure what this meant for me. Following him back through the living room, my sippy cup felt heavy in my hand. We went up the few steps into the corridor, our footsteps echoing softly beneath our feet. Besides the guest room door, three others lined the corridor. Two faced each other, with a final one tucked away at the end. We stopped at the leftmost door, revealing John's home office. A massive bookshelf immediately caught my eye, spanning the entire left wall. A quick scan revealed a sea of law-related titles, exactly as expected. The back wall boasted another floor-to-ceiling window, offering a familiar view of my parents' skyscraper in the distance. A slight wince escaped my lips, but it faded quickly. The sting was duller now, though the sight still bothered me. A soft sigh left my lips as John, seemingly oblivious, continued. Directly in front of the window stood a large desk with a massive monitor and a chaotic scattering of paperwork. A high-backed leather chair sat positioned behind it, exuding an air of authority. Every detail screamed "executive office," oozing power. The right side of the room held a bookcase and cupboards flanking a plush leather couch that could comfortably seat two or three people. Above the couch, framed certificates and a diploma hung proudly. "Yale..." I whispered, the prestigious university name hitting me like a wave. John, now seated at his desk, directed my attention to a large, fluffy rug in front of the couch. "I want you to play here for a bit while I work," he instructed. I followed his gaze, spotting a collection of toys scattered across the rug. The crinkle of my diaper as I sat down served as a harsh reminder of what was to come. I took another sip from the cup, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings as John began his work. The smattering of toys scattered across the rug did little to pique my interest. There were basic building blocks, a coloring book with a fresh set of crayons, a few familiar ones from earlier with more color variety thrown in, and lastly... a plushie. A giant, fluffy yellow star with a ridiculously cute face beamed back at me. A wave of realization crashed over me. John had mentioned taking away my stuffed animals earlier. I winced, picking up the star and examining it with a newfound curiosity. It was soft, reassuringly plush, and undeniably adorable. The thought of it being confiscated sent a pang through me, a feeling I couldn't quite explain. Why did I suddenly care about a plushie I'd just met? Or even plushies in general? It had been nearly twelve years since I'd last held a plushie in my arms. A tear escaped my eye as I hugged the star closer, a memory flickering to life. My last stuffed friend – a brown, well-worn teddy bear. They said my grandparents got it for me when I was born, an original from their hometown in Germany. My parents deemed me "too old" for such things when I was just six, ripping my only confidant away. They were wrong, of course. Back then, that bear was my only friend, but I never complained. I knew better than to complain. I set the star down with a sigh, taking another sip from the ever-present sippy cup. John sat at his desk, a picture of intense concentration. He seemed tense, his shoulders hunched over the documents scattered across his desk. A strange curiosity bubbled within me, wondering what could be so important to make him look so stressed. Just as I found myself staring a little too long, John's head snapped up and our eyes met. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then softened into warmth as he looked at me. I blushed furiously, quickly averting my gaze. Being caught staring always made me feel like I'd done something wrong. With nothing else to occupy my time, I picked up the coloring book. I flipped through the pages, past pictures of smiling animals, fantastical forests, and fairy tale princesses. But one image snagged my attention: a single, lonely tree standing tall in a field bathed in moonlight, with countless stars twinkling in the vast night sky. Something about the picture resonated with me, a feeling I couldn't quite explain. Deciding this would be my masterpiece, I settled into a comfortable position on the rug. My diaper crinkled softly as I positioned myself on my stomach, legs crossed as much as the padding between them allowed, and my head resting on the soft, comforting bulk of the star plushie. The coloring book lay open in front of me, crayons clutched in my hand. With a focused determination, I began to color, pouring my unexplainable emotions onto the page. Lost in my artistic endeavors, time melted away. The grass flourished under my green crayon, the tree trunk solidified in a rich brown, and the leaves burst into a vibrant tapestry of autumnal oranges and yellows. Just as I began swirling shades of purple and a deep blue to create the night sky, John's voice broke my concentration. I looked up to find him rubbing tired eyes. "I need a break," he sighed. "Are you hungry? I can make us some lunch." I nodded at that, feeling indeed a bit hungry already, and he shuffled over to peek at my coloring project. Crouching beside me, he examined the picture with a genuine smile. "This is beautiful, baby. We can put it up on the fridge when you're done." My heart skipped a beat at the praise. He reached for my now-empty sippy cup and gently helped me to my feet. My body protested slightly from the prolonged position, and a familiar crinkle reminded me of my ever-present diaper. Shame washed over me – I'd been so absorbed in coloring that I'd completely forgotten. John led me wordlessly to the kitchen and settled me at the dining table. He refilled my sippy cup and placed it within reach before disappearing to the counter. Soon, the rhythmic sound of him assembling sandwiches filled the air. This time, mine were pre-cut into bite-sized squares and served on the familiar plastic plate. Watching him work, I realized why he relied on Marge for most meals, but I couldn’t say anything as my own culinary expertise extended to instant noodles and frozen pizzas, so I didn't complain. Even if it’s just sandwiches, there was something comforting about being taken care of like that, however unconventional it might be. With the sandwiches devoured, John and I returned to his office. He resumed his work while I settled back on the rug, the telltale diaper crinkle a constant reminder. Focusing intently, I finished swirling the blue and purple hues of the night sky. Taking a yellow crayon, I diligently colored each tiny star, a meticulous twinkle against the vast night sky. Lost in my artistic world, my mind began to wander. I pondered the bizarre turn of events. Here I was, a diapered freshly-turned adult, coloring in the opulent office of a high-powered lawyer. Getting paid to be looked after – stranger jobs existed, for sure. Though, a pang of disappointment hit me as I realized one off-day a week wouldn't allow the usual escape into the virtual world I would have after coming home from a normal job. Not that I had ever worked a normal job anyway. Or had a home anymore. This was my home for the next four weeks, a stepping stone to a future overflowing with possibilities. Hope flickered as I envisioned the opportunities all that money could bring. My introspective reverie shattered with the insistent ringing of John's phone. Stifling a questioning glance, I watched as he answered it. "Mark," he greeted, followed by a "Yes, a few minutes, what's up?" A furrow appeared in his brow as he listened, clearly a response to something this "Mark" said. His gaze darted towards me momentarily, then returned to the phone. "...Ugh, what do they want this time?" he muttered, frustration lacing his voice. "I’m still mad about what they had one of your guys do on Monday. Who needs a lawyer to avoid their own… family?" His voice trailed off as he noticed I was still watching him. A flicker of nervousness crossed his features, a silent plea for me not to pry. He clearly wasn't a fan of this client, a sentiment that echoed the phone call in the cafe on my birthday – on Monday. A cold dread pooled in my stomach, but I quickly dismissed it as an impossible coincidence. Their conversation delved into legalese regarding a company acquisition, quickly losing me in the labyrinth of legal jargon. With no distractions, I began noticing the apple juice finding its course through my system. Glancing at the empty sippy cup, a knot twisted in my stomach. A whimper escaped my lips, a tremor running through me. I wasn't ready, not yet. Clinging tightly to my star plushie, I started squirming as I braced myself for what was to come. Desperation began to mingle with restlessness. I tried my best to relax, to let go, but my body wouldn't cooperate. The squirming must have caught John's attention because his phone call abruptly ended. "Mark, I'm sorry to interrupt," he said into the receiver, "but I gotta go." A pause. "Alright. Yeah. See you on Monday." The call ended with a click. He leaned back in his chair, an eyebrow raised. He knew. I knew he knew. And he knew I knew he knew. The realization filled me with a burning heat. This wasn't a coincidence, he was clearly enjoying my discomfort. "Go on then," he said, his amusement barely concealed. My cheeks flushed scarlet. "I'm trying," I whimpered, frustration clinging to my voice. I strained, pushed, but nothing responded. He watched for a few more minutes, a smirk playing on his lips, before finally sighing. "Alright, alright," he said, the amusement fading. "I've got an idea that might make this a little easier." He rose from his chair and crouched down next to me. His voice was softer now, less playful. "How about you sit on the toilet, but leave the diaper on? That might help you relax." The suggestion hung in the air. Hesitantly, I nodded. It wasn't the ideal scenario, but with nowhere else to turn, it was the only option. He helped me to my feet, guiding me towards the guest bathroom once more. This time, however, he didn't stop at the doorway. A tense blush crept up my neck as he followed me inside and gently lowered me onto the cool toilet seat. The diaper crinkled with the movement, and I remained fully clothed, feeling utterly exposed under his watchful gaze. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. He clearly relished this awkward situation. "Um," I stammered, barely above a whisper. "Could you, maybe, turn around?" He raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Why?" "It's embarrassing," I admitted, the blush deepening. He sighed, finally relenting and turning away. "For your information," he began, "I don't like seeing you suffer like that." A scoff escaped my lips. "But your face tells a different story," I retorted, my voice barely above a whisper. "You misunderstood then," he explained himself. "I don’t like seeing you suffer, but, I do enjoy watching you push your boundaries." I wasn't entirely convinced. "If you say so..." Silence stretched between us, punctuated only by the nagging ache in my bladder. My body, however, remained stubbornly uncooperative. "Are you finished yet?" he finally asked. "No, it's not working," I mumbled, a wave of disappointment washing over me. "Alright then," he said, a hint of amusement creeping back into his voice. "Close your eyes." "Okay," I complied, hoping it might help. "Now, imagine you're sitting on a toilet," he began, but I cut him off. "I am sitting on a toilet!" I exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. "Don't get snappy with me, little girl," he said, his voice surprisingly firm. A jolt of fear shot through me, and I immediately apologized. "I'm sorry," I whimpered. His tone softened immediately. "No need to apologize. Now, try again. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and imagine you're sitting on the toilet like you always do. Block out everything else and just relax." Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and followed his instructions. It took a few moments, but a sudden warmth spread through the diaper. Startled, I clenched automatically and my eyes shot open. "I peed!" I exclaimed, a mixture of pride and confusion swirling within me. How could I possibly be excited about wetting myself? Pushing that thought aside, I met John's gaze as he turned around. A genuine smile spread across his face. "Good job!" he praised. "Are you finished?" Shaking my head, I mumbled, "It surprised me, and I stopped." "No problem," he reassured me. "Just do it again." Closing my eyes once more, I focused on his calming instructions. This time, the flow came more readily, a strange warmth spreading across the diaper. It wasn't a feeling of discomfort; instead, it was strangely comforting. A pleasant fuzziness filled my head, but it was quickly replaced by a wave of embarrassment. Wetting myself in front of a near-stranger sent a jolt of shame through me. But peeking up at him, I saw nothing but pride reflected back. He was actually proud of me?

Part 30 Almost flat as a board. If anything, my actual boobs had been replaced by the barely existent curve that the training bra had built into it. Not only did I have less to show in the chest department than usual, but the too-small fit was an extra frustration. After everything leading up to this, I immediately suspected that Kate did this on purpose. But once again, I was stuck. Blaming her would only make me look immature all over; I had already been called out for ‘pretending,’ and the twins didn’t know my sister like I did. Without proof, I couldn’t point fingers. “Let’s take a look.” Kate appeared over my shoulder out of nowhere. Whatever fleeting thoughts I had of yanking the bra off and demanding something else vanished when I was put on the spot. Using both hands to roughly swivel me around, Kate gave me the most innocent smile. It was even more annoying that she was doing it when our cousins couldn’t see her. There was no need for the act, and yet she persisted. “Looks like a perfect fit! And hey, no more nipples. How does it feel, Annie?” Another fight or flight moment. Even though I had already resolved to begrudgingly play along with whatever it took to expedite all of this in the name of getting changed, I was constantly tempted to take a different approach whenever Kate pulled shit like this. It was a lose/lose. Either I gave her an excuse to drag this out, or I kept digging myself deeper. Choosing the latter, I pushed an overly cheery smile on my face. “Fine, I guess. Let’s try on some outfits!” Right away, Kate smirked. “That’s the spirit, little sis. Here, come take a look at what we have for you.” As irritating as my sister’s expressions were, I almost would have preferred staying face to face with her in comparison to the mortifying exposure that came next. The moment she stepped aside and placed a hand on my back to ‘helpfully’ nudge me forward with her, I realized just what our cousins were seeing. Instead of a mature college girl who got into the car with a push-up bra and a flawlessly mature appearance, I was Kate’s ‘tween’ sister who apparently needed fashion advice. And now, yet another piece of my maturity had been stripped away from me–this time, literally. I could feel my cheeks begin to heat up as I realized this was the first time in years anyone had seen me without the support of my padding. At least, with the lights on. I wasn’t a total prude, even if Kate presumed as much, but guys tended to miss details like that when in a more horizontal position. It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed my mind, but it was a LOT more present now–since our cousins were seeing me in such a flat state, my normal ensemble didn’t matter any more. Even when I got my stuff back, Luna and Lilah would know that my boobs were ‘all in the bra,’ no matter what I wore. “Well, what do you think, Annie?” Kate asked. She walked me to the edge of the bed that was covered in clothes at this point. It was easy to see which three outfits were for me, as one of them was the hideous one my sister had already held up. That, and all three were neatly laid out in comparison to the surrounding chaos of dismissed options. “Do you have a favorite?” No. I didn’t. My ‘favorite’ was always going to be the fourth outfit, the one that I chose. It might have been too late for that, however, as I had dawdled too long changing into the training bra and never got a chance to find something that would impress the girls while simultaneously covering the pull-ups I was stuck in. I hadn’t been paying any attention to the conversation across the room a minute ago, but maybe Kate finally covered for me. The two other outfits had skirts, rather than anything that would have been impossible to wear over the bulky underwear. Of course, that benefited her as well, since she could keep dangling the secret over my head without any extra complications. As for what was laid out for me, I was surprisingly in favor of Kate’s choice compared to the others. The first option was a pink tulle skirt and a plain white top, but the bottom half alone was enough to make me almost vomit in disgust. The second actually had a decently cute skirt, but the striped top was almost as bad as the skirt before it. The only issue with Kate’s was the super immature look, but at least it was a more casual combination. I hesitated, not quite sure what to say. Even if my sister’s selection might have been the least painful to look at, I didn’t exactly want to give her the satisfaction of admitting I liked hers the best. For once, I was glad Kate spoke before I had the chance to. “Really, Luna?” she asked. Stepping over and fiddling with the tulle material, she gave our cousin a teasing smile, “Not exactly a mini golf outfit.” “Yeah, but we’re going out for dinner tomorrow. This would look super cute with the red hair!” “Oh, perfect. Good choice, then; pink is Annie’s favorite color!” “Really?” Luna smiled, “You can totally have all my old pink stuff.” It took everything in me to keep the idle smile on my face. Despite how pink was very much my least favorite color, I made myself commit to the sickening girly girl act. “Oh my God, really?” I asked. The only way to stop standing there in the degrading bra was to push through. Flashing her a big smile, kept leaning into filler words that I normally wouldn’t be caught dead using. “You’re, like, totally the best. Like, seriously!” “Really,” she said, “Here, I can start making a pink pile.” “And I can help little Annie get changed. This one first, then?” Kate asked. Answering the question herself, she picked up the tulle skirt off the bed. “Come on, sis. There’s a bathroom down the hall.” Finally. Loath as I was to dress myself up like that, this was going to be the first chance for Kate and I to have a real conversation. We couldn’t get into much in the car without the risk of our parents overhearing, and the twins answered the door before any conversational progress could be made outside. Granted, a closed bathroom door still didn’t guarantee privacy in terms of a verbal conversation, but I could whisper-shout my grievances as easily as I could yell them. Following Kate out of the bedroom after giving the back of my skirt a nervous tug or two in the hopes nothing was poking out from underneath the skirt, I felt self conscious all over again when I stepped out into the hall. Even though it wasn’t my bedroom, the act of leaving the privacy of a room while being half topless affected me all the same. Hurrying to match Kate’s stride, I scurried into the bathroom and shut the door behind us before anyone else could see the humiliating state of my chest. A cramped bathroom wasn’t exactly the ideal place to do it, but I was still ready to face off with my sister. This had gone SO much further than what was supposed to be a simple dare that was embarrassing enough to begin with, and she still wasn’t letting up. Except I never got the chance to say anything. The moment I turned around, Kate shoved the pacifier in my mouth. “Mmm!” Whining into the plastic and silicone, my reflexive squirming didn’t do much when she was actively pushing it against my mouth. I was also half stuck between her and the closed bathroom door, though I still raised my hands and made the effort to push her back. “NO.” Abruptly reaching under my skirt, Kate grabbed the pull-ups and roughly pushed them up before shifting them forward and back to create the most horrifying massage of my own mess. “Hold still, you fucking twelve year old brat.” My strength evaporated immediately. I was not prepared for the aggression, or the disgusting sensations, or the harshness in Kate’s eyes and voice. Squirming more in discomfort than protest for a moment, I dropped my arms and let my sister do whatever she wanted. “Good girl,” Kate said. “You know, all I really wanted was for our cousins to see you in pull-ups. But God, you just made everything else so easy. It’s almost like you want to be my little sister.” ------------------ Check out my website: www.ladyluciastories.com And read more of "The Road Trip" (85+ parts) and other stories on my SubscribeStar: https://subscribestar.adult/lady-lucia

So it begins... Chapter 5 - Rules I yawned and stretched as I heard a gentle knock on the door, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Nestled in the warmth of the bed, I blinked sleepily, taking in the plush surroundings of the guestroom in John's penthouse. The soft sheets cocooned me, and the oversized pillows cradled my back as I sat up. "I could definitely get used to this," I mumbled to myself, my fingers raking through my messy hair as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. John's entrance interrupted my sleepy reverie, his presence startling me, causing a flutter of surprise in my chest. "Good morning, Feli," he greeted me, his lips curved into a teasing smile. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness at his sudden appearance. "Don't give me that look," he chuckled. "It's your first day on the job, baby," he added, his tone playful as he emphasized the word "baby," sending a jolt of realization through me as memories of our conversation from the previous night flooded my mind. "Good morning, John," I greeted him, my voice a tad shaky as I tried to muster up some confidence, my gaze meeting his. His stern correction sent a shiver down my spine. "It's 'Daddy' for you," he reminded me firmly, though his tone softened with reassurance. "But don't worry about that. We haven't gone over your rules yet anyway," he added, his words leaving me feeling a bit flustered. Clutching the blanket tightly around me, I swallowed hard, a faint blush creeping onto my cheeks. Still curled up on the bed, I watched as he spoke, his commanding presence leaving me feeling both nervous and intrigued. "Go and take a shower," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll begin once you're done." With that, he left the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. I let out a sigh of mixed emotions as I relaxed my grip on the blanket, feeling a sense of anticipation settling over me. "So it begins," I whispered to myself, the weight of the day ahead sinking in as I slowly rose from the bed and made my way toward the en-suite bathroom. Emerging from the en-suite, fresh from my morning routine of multitasking tooth brushing and toilet time - for some reason I always have to pee when brushing my teeth - followed by a shower, I found John seated on the already neatly made bed, his gaze fixed on me as I approached. With my wet black hair clinging to my shoulders and just a towel wrapped around me, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his scrutiny. His eyes trailed over me, a hint of admiration flickering within them, making me squirm slightly under his intense gaze. As I slowly came closer to him, I noticed the items he had laid out beside him on the bed, my apprehension mounting. "What's that?" I asked with apprehension as I gestured towards the items. John's eyes followed my direction and fell on the items as he took them in his hand and showed them to me. "Well, this is a diaper, obviously," he began holding up a folded up white rectangle which looked to be made out of some kind of plastic, but it did look kind of fluffy "and this is baby powder to prevent rashes," he continued. I gulped. "Are you.." I began asking nervously but he interrupted me. "Well yes, I'm going to change you. This is what all this is about after all, isn't it?" I nodded at that but swallowed hard. I hadn't thought this far. "But I.." I began stammering, "But you..." I swallowed again, not finding the words to the turmoil in my head. "But I will see you naked? Is this what you're worried about?" He finished my sentence for me and I nodded, blushing hard. He sighed and his shoulders slumped, he looked at the ground for a moment thinking about what to say next. He looked at me with warm but kind of defeated looking eyes. "Alright here," he started, holding out the items for me "you can use the en-suite." My eyes lit up at the prospect of doing it myself. I took the items from him, but as I was about to go to the bathroom, he stopped me in my tracks with a stern voice, my back still facing him. "But this is the only time I will allow you to do this yourself" he said firmly "remember. We have a contract!" I swallowed hard at the last words, realizing I'm on thin ice already. I nodded without even looking at him before continuing my way to the en-suite. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I let out a sigh, scolding myself for the nerves that plagued me. I really wanted to do what he wanted of me, but it was just so difficult for me. Nobody had seen me naked for over 10 years. I glanced down at the items in my hand, tracing my fingers over the plastic of the diaper. "I need to do this," I muttered to myself, determination simmering within me. "This is my chance to change my life. I can't mess this up before it even starts." With newfound resolve, I unfolded the diaper and held it out in front of me, scrutinizing it carefully. Turning it around several times, I ensured I had the orientation correct before laying it out on the heated bathroom tiles. Lowering myself onto it, I was grateful for the warmth seeping through the floor. Lying there on the open diaper, I contemplated the baby powder, deciding it wasn't necessary for now. Bringing the front of the diaper up between my legs, I adjusted it awkwardly before clumsily fastening the tapes into place. Standing back up, I couldn't help but feel the odd sensation of the padding between my legs, both strange and oddly comforting. Inspecting myself in the mirror, I was surprised by the transformation. Despite being 18, I always thought I looked 15 when standing naked in front of a mirror. Yet, with just this one item around my waist, I was sure I looked more like 10 this time. Glancing at my chest, I realized I had nothing to cover it with, but the thought of John seeing my bare chest didn't bother me as much as I expected. There wasn't much to see there anyway. Taking a deep breath, I summoned my courage and stepped out of the bathroom once more, ready to face whatever lay ahead. John awaited me on the bed once again, surrounded by a collection of clothes, leaving me curious about their origin. "Come here," he directed, prompting me to cautiously approach him, stopping just out of reach. "Come on," he urged gently, motioning for me to step closer. "I won't take it off, I promise, but I need to adjust it a little," he assured me,and I took one more step towards him. "You do realize that I will have to see you naked sooner or later anyway, right?" he inquired, his tone firm yet understanding, as he deftly adjusted the diaper's tapes for a better fit. Nervously, I nodded, aware of the inevitability despite my unpreparedness. I did know that. I just wasn't ready for it yet. "Will this be a problem next time?" he pressed, his gaze steady. Determined, I shook my head, resolving to be stronger next time. "Okay, good," he acknowledged before drawing my attention to the clothing beside him. "I've got a few different dresses here,” he began as he gestured to the assortment of dresses next to him, “I didn't know your size, so I thought we'd just try some on." I looked them over. They were mostly plain in dark pastel colors, but with a somewhat childish design. "Arms up," he instructed, and I complied, allowing him to try each dress on me one by one. They were all too big for me, leaving me even more curious about their origin. "Why do you have so many dresses that don't even fit me?" I pondered aloud, caught off guard by my own words. John chuckled at my question but brushed it off quickly. "Don't worry about it. You will find out soon enough," he replied cryptically, leaving me to raise an eyebrow at him before dropping the subject. The last dress he placed on me was the smallest of the bunch. It was a dark violet party dress, the hue reminiscent of a warm summer night, with short sleeves, a high neckline, and a full skirt adorned with small ruffles at the hem. Scattered across the soft mesh of the sleeves and skirt were tiny stars sewn into the fabric. It was enchanting, though it undeniably accentuated my youthful appearance, especially since it was still a tad too big for my frame. As I looked down at myself, admiring the stars sprinkled across the dress, a small smile tugged at my lips. "You really like stars, don't you?" John chuckled softly, observing my fascination with the garment. Blushing slightly, I nodded meekly, feeling a warmth spread through me at his observation. With the ordeal of trying on dresses finally over, he pulled some white tights up my legs, fitting them snugly over my diaper and keeping it firmly in place. It felt strange, but I trusted his judgment as he adjusted my dress slightly. Surveying me with a satisfied expression, he spoke up again. "Alright, kneel down on the floor in front of me, back towards me," he commanded once more in that stern tone of voice, and I complied without hesitation. I settled my back against the side of the bed between his legs as he began brushing my hair slowly and tenderly. Closing my eyes slowly, I allowed myself to relax, melting into the soothing touch of his hand. It was surprisingly comforting, and I found myself drifting into a state of tranquility. After a while, he started braiding my hair, his gentle fingers working through the strands with a practiced ease. His soft touch massaged my scalp, sending a wave of contentment through me. I sighed in contentment, feeling completely at ease in his presence. He chuckled softly, but this time, I didn't mind. I was fully relaxed, savoring this rare moment of peace. "Alright, we're done," he suddenly announced, startling me out of my daze. I hadn't realized how much time had passed. Taking my hand, he helped me back to my feet and led me into the en-suite. Standing me in front of the mirror, he positioned himself behind me, his hands resting firmly on my shoulders as we both observed my reflection. "What do you think?" he asked enthusiastically, a twinkle in his eyes. But I was still mesmerized by what I saw before me. There I stood, but I didn't recognize myself. My eyes sparkled with a deep blue hue, my skin a healthy pale, and my black hair meticulously braided into two elegant French braids, leaving me to wonder where he learned such a skill. And my dress, the dark purple fabric reminiscent of a starry night sky, left me in awe. "I- I- I look like I'm 10," I began stammering, still transfixed by my own reflection. His warm gaze searched for mine, locking eyes with me before he spoke again. "Yes. Yes, you do. But most importantly, you look beautiful," his voice radiating reassurance. I looked back at myself, the word "beautiful" echoing in my mind. It was a word I hadn't heard in years, at least not in regards to me. "Beautiful," I whispered, the word hanging in the air, filling me with a sense of wonder and newfound confidence, as a sole tear escaped my eyes. We were both lost in my reflection when suddenly my stomach started growling, demanding attention, startling us both. I furrowed my brows as I stared at it, disappointed that it had outed me like that. But John just chuckled, his warm laughter filling the room. "Sounds like my baby is hungry. I think it's time to get some breakfast," he said, looking into my eyes through the mirror as I nodded in agreement. Taking my hand, he led me out of the guestroom. After closing the door behind us, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, locking the door with a decisive click. I looked at him with wide eyes, surprised by his action, and he must've sensed my question as he immediately started explaining himself. "This room is off-limits for now," he clarified, his voice reassuring. "I will unlock it in a week when you have your day off." With that settled, he grabbed my hand again and led me towards the kitchen, leaving my lingering question unanswered for now. As we walked, I couldn't help but wonder where I would be sleeping, but with how meticulously he had planned everything so far, I trusted that he would have a solution for that when the time came. As we approached the kitchen, the sounds of bustling activity and the enticing aroma of breakfast grew stronger, causing my nerves to kick in. I instinctively tightened my grip on John's hand, feeling a wave of apprehension wash over me. I hadn't expected anyone else to be here, and I certainly hadn't anticipated being seen like this, at least not so soon. Upon entering the kitchen, I was met with Marge's warm smile as she busied herself cooking breakfast. "Good morning, Miss Feli," she greeted me cheerfully. "I must say, you look very pretty today," she added, her compliment catching me off guard. Though mortified by her observation, a small part of me couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at being called pretty. Sensing my nervousness, John stepped in to address the situation. "I told you yesterday that Marge signed an NDA too when she began working for me, right?" he asked me, and I nodded, albeit still a bit nervously. It dawned on me that this meant Marge also knew the reason why I was here in the first place. John led us to the dining table and I felt the cushion of the diaper beneath me as I settled into the chair. It was a strange sensation, but not uncomfortable. Surprisingly, I didn't mind it at all. After all, I was being handsomely compensated for this experience, even if it was a bit unconventional. Shortly after we were seated, Marge brought us some drinks. She placed a cup of coffee in front of John and a sippy cup in front of me. "Thank you, Marge," John remarked graciously, while I stared at the unusual beverage container in front of me with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. John chuckled at my expression. "That's all part of the deal," he explained, his tone reassuring. "Go on, take a sip," he commanded, and I nodded hesitantly. Picking up the sippy cup, I brought it to my lips, carefully taking the first sip. To my delight, it was orange juice. It felt a bit odd drinking from the sippy cup at first, but I quickly adapted to the experience. As I took another sip, I realized that I could live with this arrangement. As we waited for Marge to finish preparing breakfast, my mind buzzed with countless questions, pondering what else was in store for me. John watched me carefully, his eyes scanning for any hint of reaction. Eventually, he broke the silence, outlining the immediate plan. "Once we're done with breakfast, I'll have you write down your rules," he stated, pausing for my acknowledgment. "Rules?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Yes, rules. They will help you to know how to behave. They're not part of the contract because I may decide to adjust them over time," he explained, letting his words sink in. Instantly, I grasped the implications of them not being part of the contract. "What happens if I break them?" I asked nervously, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "Well, that depends on the rule and the severity of the breach, but I will punish you as I see fit," he replied matter-of-factly, causing me to swallow hard at the mention of punishment. Seeing the fear in my eyes, John hastened to reassure me. "Don't worry, I will not hurt you. I promised you that already. Legally, I'm not even allowed to," he reassured, easing my nerves slightly. "We will agree on the punishments together beforehand. You will write them down too. But even if I will not hurt you, they won't be pleasant either," he added, his words sending a shiver down my spine. The thought of being punished filled me with apprehension, and I gulped at the realization that I didn't want to experience it. Shortly after our discussion, breakfast was served. A plastic plate adorned with Disney princesses was placed in front of me, featuring a pancake already cut into pieces. Beside it, Marge set a plastic fork with a peculiar handle, resembling the ones small children use. Glancing over at John's plate, I noticed his pancakes were still intact, served on a normal plate with a regular fork and knife. While I understood the reasoning behind my setup, it still felt odd to witness. As I reached for the syrup in the middle of the table, John beat me to it, grabbing it before I could. I watched with a small pout as he poured syrup onto my pancake first, followed by his own. He chuckled at my expression, causing my pout to quickly morph into a blush. We ate in comfortable silence, savoring the delicious pancakes prepared by Marge. She truly was a talented cook. Once the pancakes had disappeared and Marge had cleared the table, I took the last sips of orange juice from my sippy cup, setting it down on the table with a contented sigh. John observed me closely as he sipped his coffee, chuckling again at my actions. He grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to wipe off my face and fingers. Bewilderment washed over me as he did so; I hadn't even realized that I had made a mess. After he finished, he held up the napkin for me to see, revealing stains of syrup all over it. My face flushed crimson with embarrassment, realizing my inadvertent clumsiness. Once I was cleaned up and the embarrassment subsided, John stood up from the table and grabbed my sippy cup. I watched him as he swiftly rinsed it out and then went to the fridge, refilling it with apple juice. He returned to me and handed me the sippy cup, prompting me to rise from my chair. The movement reminded me of the diaper beneath my dress, its crinkle audible as I stood up. "Alright then, are you ready for your rules?" John inquired, his gaze fixed on me as I nodded nervously. He guided me through the archway of the kitchen into the living room, where he instructed me to sit down on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he instructed before disappearing into the corridor. Curiously, I watched him go, and within moments, he returned with a sheet of paper and some crayons, placing them on the table in front of me before taking a seat behind me on the couch. "So," John began, his voice steady, "I will dictate the rules to you, and you will write them down." I nodded, focusing on the paper as I reached for the crayons. It had been a while since I had used crayons. Scanning through the colors, I instinctively looked for a black one out of habit, but to my surprise, there were only a bunch of vibrant hues. Opting for a purple crayon instead, as it was the darkest shade of the ones available to me, I readied myself to receive his instructions. "Start with the title. Write 'Feli's Rules' at the top," John directed, and I complied, carefully tracing the letters onto the paper. As I poised the purple crayon over the next line, preparing to jot down the rules, he interrupted me. "How about you switch up the colors for each rule? It'll make it more fun," he suggested. I shrugged, not quite understanding what could be fun about writing down rules, but I followed his suggestion nonetheless. Setting aside the purple crayon, I picked up a blue one, waiting for him to continue. "Rule 1," John began, dictating the first rule, "I will always call Daddy 'Daddy' as long as nobody who doesn't already know is around." I carefully transcribed his words onto the paper, using the blue crayon for this rule. After jotting it down, I tilted my head back slightly to catch a glimpse of his face upside down. "How do I know who already knows about it?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued. He chuckled at my antics and gently moved my head back into position before responding. "If you're not sure, just call me John or Mr. Harrington. I won't punish you if you didn't know better," he clarified. I nodded in understanding. "Okay, Daddy," I replied tentatively, testing out the unfamiliar word on my tongue. I had never addressed someone as 'Daddy' before. My father always insisted on being called 'Father' or 'Sir,' sometimes even 'Mr. von Sterntal.' The thought made me cringe as I grabbed the light blue crayon and prepared to continue writing. "Rule 2," John continued, his voice firm, "I will always do as Daddy says." I transcribed the rule onto the paper with careful strokes. It wasn't surprising to see a rule like this, considering it was technically already outlined in the contract. As I wrote, it dawned on me that having this rule separate from the contract meant that John —Daddy, I corrected myself mentally— had the discretion to choose whether to use this rule or the contract if I refuse to follow his orders. While it still meant I was at his mercy, the realization brought a sense of relief. He could decide either way. However, I had no intention of breaking the rules anyway, so the distinction didn't bother me much. "Rule 3," he continued, his hand gently petting my head as he spoke, a gesture that I surprisingly found comforting. "No cursing." I transcribed this rule onto the paper with a green crayon this time. It seemed straightforward enough; I didn't curse much to begin with, so following this rule wouldn't be a challenge. As I wrote, I couldn't help but appreciate the warmth of his touch, a subtle reassurance amidst the process of establishing these rules. It felt oddly comforting, anchoring me in the moment despite the weight of the situation. With the rule written down, I set the crayon aside and picked up a yellow one instead. Embracing his touch, I waited for the next rule. "Rule 4," he continued, his voice gentle yet firm, "If Daddy puts my paci in my mouth, I'm not allowed to talk until he takes it out again." As he spoke, I titled my head back again to meet his gaze, seeking clarification. "My paci?" I queried, but instead of responding, he placed a pacifier between my lips. A moment of realization washed over me as I understood the purpose behind this rule. "Oh," I mumbled through the pacifier, the words muffled by its presence. It seemed he had used the pacifier as a demonstration rather than enforcing the rule immediately. Shortly after, he removed it from my mouth and set it on the table beside the crayons. Gazing at the pacifier, I observed its color, a matching shade of purple to my dress, adorned with a delicate white star on the front. I liked that. I quickly jotted down the rule, swapping my crayon for an orange one in anticipation of his next directive. "And finally, Rule 5," he dictated, his tone steady, "I will eat what Daddy gives me." I obediently transcribed the rule onto the paper. While I didn't quite understand the necessity of this rule, given that I wasn't a picky eater, I wrote it down nonetheless. Easy rules were less likely to be broken, after all. As I finished writing the last rule, I felt a growing discomfort in my bladder, signaling the need to use the bathroom soon. "Daddy," I began, addressing him tentatively, "I need to pee." However, he simply chuckled in response, leaving me puzzled by his reaction.

Jessie pounded on the sorority house door, fighting back the furious tears that threatened to ruin her makeup. Her feet were sore and her legs ached from walking, but her dignity had been hurt far more. The girls of Delta Lambda had accepted her as a pledge–or, that’s what they’d promised. Jessie had expected a little hazing. Maybe a hand in a bowl of peeled grapes and telling her it was eyeballs, or having her do shots and flash some boys at a party, something harmless and a bit fun in hindsight. The girls hadn’t gone for ‘harmless fun’, they’d gone for a social torpedo. ‘All the pledges have to run through the campus fountain naked,’ they’d said, but while Jessie stripped, the others had stolen her clothes, leaving behind only a diaper and a crop-cut T-shirt that barely came down enough to cover her nipples, though the top half of a teddy bear could still be distinguished above the cut line. Then they’d abandoned her, declaring she could have her clothes when she got back to the house. Jessie had been left with an awful choice–put on the humiliating granny diaper, or attempt to streak the four miles between the fountain and the sorority house. She’d gone with the diaper, but on a Friday night, that still meant being seen by probably the entire student body and then some as she trudged back, holding off tears. And now they weren’t letting her in. “Pledge, you forgot to run through the fountain!” one of the sisters taunted through the window. “You have to go back and do it right!” “Asshole!” Jessie yelled back. “Let me in!” Instead of replying, the girl just raised her phone, snapping a picture of Jessie before she could try and hide her obvious diaper. “I wonder what Jamie will think of this?” She laughed sarcastically as she name-dropped Jessie’s boyfriend. “I bet this’ll finally convince him you’re third base material, huh?” Eyes widening, Jessie shook her head, raising a hand in protest. “Don’t send that!” “Sent!” the girl declared. “If you want your clothes–and your phone–back, go do the fountain run. You know the rules, pledge.” Anger rising, Jessie snapped, “I wish–” “Don’t care,” she replied, cutting her off with an eye roll. And with that she wandered away, leaving Jessie on the stoop, alone, humiliated, and defeated. She could try and walk back to her dorm, but it would be even further than the fountain, and her keys were still in her pants, locked inside the sorority house. Maybe someone would lend her a phone, but she didn’t want to go asking strangers for help–she wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. “Tsk, tsk–this just won’t do at all.” The tiny voice came from right behind Jessie, and she turned in alarm, expecting someone to be standing right on the front walk, but she saw nobody. She did, however, feel a prodding sensation down at the seat of her diaper. “We can do so much better than this!” Jessie yelped and stepped forward, whirling again, and this time she saw her: Not even six inches tall, with iridescent butterfly wings, the pixie wore a simple blouse and long skirt with an apron over the ensemble. Jaw falling open, Jessie searched for words but found none. “Those mean girls just don’t understand,” the pixie said, shaking her head and frowning as she took a toothpick-sized wand from her apron’s pocket. “But don’t worry–I’m here to make sure that no Little Girls will ever have to hide what they are!” (What? ‘Little Girl?’ Is she talking about me?) Jessie wondered, but before she could ask the question aloud, the pixie flicked her want. With a burst of starry sparkles, magic burst into life, splashing against the front of Jessie’s diaper and dousing it with color. The plain white plastic poofed out like popcorn, doubling in thickness in an eyeblink, and the thin blue stripes and medical aesthetic were replaced with pinks and purples, a design dominated by a cutesy rabbit. “I–hey!” Jessie blurted, hands lowering to try and cover the infinitely more embarrassing diaper. She looked around, but her tormentor at the window had left. “What the heck?” “Oh, do you prefer the lions?” the pixie asked, tilting her head and tapping her wand against her lips. “You know, you Adult Babies have it easy these days–it wasn’t too long ago, you’d have to settle for solid colors if you got any designs at all! Now–that top, it’s just no good, is it?” Jessie’s eyes widened as she tried to understand what the pixie meant. (Adult Babies? What is she talking about?) Before any further objections could be raised, she flicked the star wand again, and the cut-off tee shirt spooled out, threading itself into a new form–it laced over her diaper and between her legs, metal buttons snapping snugly over her new, far thicker diaper. Jessie looked down at herself, eyes widening. Her outfit was infinitely worse–at least the crop top could claim to have a little sex appeal, but the bright pink onesie had rainbows and unicorns printed all across it, and over her uniquely puffy bottom, glittery ruffles poofed into existence as the finishing touch. She gaped, turning to try and get a look at the ruffles, spinning in place for a few steps. “Stop it!” she yelped. “I don’t want any of this baby crap!” The pixie rolled her eyes and sighed in a good natured way. “Sweetie, just because those other girls tease you doesn’t mean you should hide who you are–but if you won’t allow yourself to be yourself, I’ll happily give you a little nudge in that direction!” Flitting around Jessie, she tapped her wand right over the woman’s onesie-covered tummy, and the magic kicked in immediately. Jessie felt sudden warmth burst into her diaper as her bladder drained without warning, quickly soaking into the thirsty padding. She lowered her hands to cover her crotch, though the onesie did an admirable job of hiding the accident. The snaps even prevented much in the way of diaper sag, but while it could hide her accidents, it couldn’t prevent them. Even as she bent to try and conceal her humiliating clothes, she felt a gurgling in her belly. When she tried to clench, Jessie found she had no control, and so she couldn’t stop herself from immediately pushing out the contents of her bowels into the diaper. Her attempts to stop the accident only emphasized how helpless she’d become, unable to stem the tide of gross mush that swelled against her skin. She blushed, her cheeks feeling almost as warm as her saturated diaper, humiliation building as the back of her diaper bulged and grew heavy, enough that even her onesie struggled a bit, stretching and succumbing to the telltale sag that indicated a dirty diaper to observant onlookers. “You–you little imp!” Jessie snarled, raging at the fairy. “I don’t hate this just because they’re teasing me! Why can’t you just do what I want you to do? I don’t. Like. Diapers!” “If you don’t, then why did you put one on for everyone to see? Someone’s knee-deep in denial, I think!” The pixie crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot, though since hovered like a hummingbird, the taps just fell on thin air. “A certain Little Girl sure is being fussy. I’d normally think it’s because she needs a change, but she was like this before, so maybe she just needs to relax a bit and get off her feet.” Jessie’s eyes widened and she shook her head. “No, no–” But the spell was already cast, and her knees wobbled like jelly as the pixie stole her balance. Falling back, she plopped down onto the ground, landing on her ruffled diaper seat with a mucky squish that made her blush increase in intensity. “A little rest will do you good, and if you need to get around, you can have fun crawling, Littles always like that,” the fairy cooed. “And I must say–you’re much cuter like th–” “Put me back!” Jessie demanded, mortified, worried that one of the sorority sisters might snap another photo of her like this. Spread-legged on the ground, in a diaper full enough to strain the snaps on her baby doll onesie, she would give anything to make sure nobody got a photo of this. “Before someone sees!” “Oh, fuss, fuss, fuss.” The fairy flicked her wrist casually, and a pacifier appeared between Jessie’s lips, one that was specially sealed so that only a grown up could remove it. She grumbled into it, face screwing up in petulant anger, but the fairy ignored her, scratching her chin in thought. “Okay, she’s clearly upset–but what else could a Little want? I’ve given her all the general fantasies, so…” A few giggles echoed from behind the sorority house door, and the fairy–invisible to everyone but Jessie–snapped her fingers as she understood. Floating down to hover in front of Jessie’s teary, humiliated, and particularly angry face, the fairy said, “I know what it is, sweetie–you’re embarrassed, because you don’t want the other girls to see what a cute baby you are. But, don’t worry, I’m going to fix all of this.” Jessie started to relax, until she added, “Let’s just clear up all those nasty big girl thoughts, okay?” “Nnmmph!” Jessie blabbered into her pacifier, too late to stop a spark of magic from tapping her right between the eyes, and… (Um…) (Why was I cranky?) Jessie blinked a few times, a thin line of drool trickling out from behind her pacifier guard. She looked up at the fairy, eyes slightly hazed. She was a bit cold, but not terribly. Her diaper felt nice and warm and squishy, and her pacifier helped her calm down a bit. Something smelled, but it didn’t bother her terribly much, she just needed… (What do I need?) “Alright, little one,” the fairy said. “I have one more thing to take care of–and remember, magic is real, and wishes for Little Girls do come true!” With a puff of glitter, she darted off into the night, leaving Jessie alone. She still felt her heart pound with anxiety, but couldn’t place why. (I don’t gotta potty, I…the diapers…my diapers make sure I’m safe!) (Um…) (I’m so pretty, pink is such a nice color!) But, if she liked everything about herself–her diaper, her pacifier, her onesie–why did she still feel worried? She sniffled, uncertain why she felt like she might cry, but before her unfamiliar emotions overwhelmed her, she saw something blue. (I like blue!) It wasn’t just any old blue thing though, it was a blue car. A big blue car that could go really fast! Maybe she could sit on Daddy’s lap and he’d let her turn the steering wheel– (Oh! Daddy!) Jamie got out of the driver’s side, eyes widening when he saw her sitting on the ground. “Jessie?” he called, quickly running over to her, crouching by her side. “Shh, baby, it’s okay–Daddy’s here.” She giggled, opening her arms for a hug. More than just hugging her, Jamie scooped her up, lifting Jessie off the ground. He was strong, and she was light enough to always get picked as the flier on the cheer squad, so he hefted her easily, one hand cradling the seat of her diaper. “Smells like someone needs a freshie,” he said, giving her bottom a playful squeeze. “We’ll get that taken care of soon, okay?” Jessie squirmed happily–this was what she’d been missing. Her boyfriend–her daddy, here to take care of her. Carrying her to his car, Jamie paused by the door, removing the pacifier from between Jessie’s lips. “Who’s my lovely little baby girl?” he asked, cooing at her. She could have answered with words, but she knew a better way. Leaning up, she kissed him, and he held her close as he kissed her back. In the distance, a diminutive fairy watched, smiling at the scene, content with how she’d handled it. Though noone was around to hear, she whispered to herself, a quiet affirmation. “Another happy ending.” There were more and more little girls every night, it seemed–and she would give them all what they wanted, just like she had with Jessie. ... Written for bricks66 Comments and feedback always appreciated! Hey y'all, I could use a favor! gofund.me/37aecafd I'm raising money to help a friend and ABDL colleague of mine move after finding out she's going to be out of job and home soon. Let's show her some love, ok? I normally try and promote my own work here, but right now I want to make sure that another author and cool person in the community is taken care of. ❤️

Well, I'm following your advice. This diaper bag is now my diaper bag. Although I reserve the right to switch to a backpack under certain situations - I don't know that an oversized camo purse is what I want to have over my shoulder when I'm boarding an airplane, or for carting around at, say, a festival or concert or amusement park. But it will be my in-car diaper bag and the one I carry with me if I'm, say, on the road and decide to swap a diaper in a restaurant bathroom. Although, pro tip: car dealership bathrooms are usually pristine, deserted, and often have big trash bins in them. Walk in through the parts department - sales assumes you're there for service, parts assumes you're there for sales. You might even emerge with an espresso.

It's terrible, don't even bother going😆. JK it's amazing. The staff was amazing. I got mutliple comments - from the staff on how beautiful my dress (with a bonnet, and pacifier in my mouth) I can't really describe it. I had no negative issues whatsoever. If you can go, you should go. I stayed off site which was annoying but there is a bag check and free diapers in the changing area. There is a meet and greet bench. I found it pretty easy to meet people even though I was very nervous. Sure, I tried to talk to some people that weren't interested in talking but you just move on and find other people to chat with. I complemented people whose outfits I liked and that led to great friendships. I loved just walking around the hotel.

Had my gall bladder out almost 30 years ago. Nothing to it. I stayed overnight and went home the next day. Felt so much better! Gall stones, or in my case, sludge feels like a kidney stone. Pain is bad, make that excruciating! Once gall bladder was removed, never had that pain again except when I had the occasional kidney stone.

That's good to know thanks! Back from the hospital early today, bad storm coming so Mom wanted me home to care for the pets and not on the road later. She's getting by on morphine and a liquid diet waiting for the surgery or whatever is next.

Her mom was crying. Hortensia’s mind was going blank from the stress. She sat across from her at a table in the prison visiting center. “Why didn’t you tell me?” her mom asked, doing what she had referred to as “ugly crying”. Hortensia sank down, glad for the nappies extra cushion on the hard bench seats. She was trying to hide her watering eyes. She didn’t want to do this in front of everyone. Miss Honey, Brian, Matilda, Hazel, Zach, Nick, Aiden, Cynthia, Mrs. Rodgers and a police woman with a notepad were all here, having a “brainstorming session.” It was her moms idea, like a police interrogation with everyone, all at once, pointing fingers at each other and a cop taking notes. Her mom wanted to feel involved in the investigation and the warden allowed it given the “special circumstance”, so long as the officer in charge of the investigation was present. She wanted to meet them all before her transfer in two days. Wanted to meet Brian. And anyone else male Hortensia had been spending time with. All four of them had tested negative. She couldn’t believe her mom had made an eleven, and thirteen-year old get tested for an STD. Now everyone knew. And they demanded answers. Answers Hortensia didn’t have. “I don’t know.” Hortensia mumbled for what felt like the hundredth time. She looked down, chipping away at the fake wood table’s finish with her fingernail. “Sometimes, I just hurt.” There were specific times she could point to where something hadn’t been right. Like that summer a handful of years ago. She kept… sharting herself. That happened sometimes when she farted, but it had been happening worse than usual that summer. And her arse had been killing her. They had even sent her home from camp over it, and lectured her about her personal hygiene. “That’s why your fanny hurts so bad; you're sitting in poo and your skin got irritated.” The camp nurse had said. Her mother had not been happy to drive four hours round trip to pick her up. All because she’d been sharting herself and not wiping properly? But she couldn’t help it. The pain had been unbearable. She couldn’t stand the thought of one more hot and sticky, bug infested night in the forest. She couldn’t do any camp activities. She couldn’t sit for meals, and she couldn’t sleep. Finally, she had broken down in tears mid tennis match and demanded to go home. Everyone told her it was because she wasn’t wiping properly, but Hortensia had been sure the pain had started before the accidents. No one ever took her seriously. It made her blood boil. She had always wanted people to listen to her, and now that everyone was here hanging on her every word, Hortensia wanted to duck underneath the table and hide. This week had been humiliating. So many questions. So many people in her personal space. When would this all end? “You must have some idea!” her mom said. “I can’t.” Hortensia mumbled. “Tens, no matter what you say, you’re not going to get in trouble.” Jennifer said. “You wouldn’t believe me.” This meeting had been a mistake. Everyone had been at each other's throats. Her mom blamed Brian and Jennifer, Jennifer blamed Aiden, and Aiden and Cynthia blamed just Jennifer. “You’re the one who needs to be tested!” Cynthia shouted, pointing a finger at Miss Honey, who gawked. “I would never lay a hand on her!” Miss Honey hissed. “Never lay a hand on her?” Cynthia scoffed, “your hands have been all over her this whole time!” “That’s not the same thing!” Miss Honey argued, but Hortensia could feel Miss Honey remove her hand from her back just the same and put them under the table. Hortensia reached for it, and Miss Honey gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “What do you have against her?” Hortensia demanded. Cynthia looked surprised. They both gave Miss Honey dirty looks. “Why’d you make me beat up her car?” “Nobody made you beat up her car, you’re just refusing to take responsibility for your actions.” Cynthia said. “Aiden hit me in the face and told me if I didn’t make her quit he’d have the guards beat up mom!” “Oh, not this again!” Eve groaned. “It’s stories like this that make us not believe you.” “There’s no way for me to even get the guards to do that even if I wanted to. Your story telling needs work.” Aiden said, with his massive arms crossed across his ginormous chest. “Yeah it is! You could bribe them or something, I don’t know!” Hortensia said. “With what money? My business just went under!” “There was a day we found Hortensia with a bloody lip right before the incident with my car.” Miss Honey said. “I had assumed it was a teacher she had had an altercation with, but the teacher denied it.” “And we saw you at her house right before she went mental.” A voice threw out. All eyes turned to Zach and Nick who had remained quiet until now. “He’s the massive bloke we saw fighting with her.” Nick chimed in. “No! Th-that wasn’t me!” Aiden said. “How many 300 pound Islander men are there in this town?” Mrs. Rodgers asked. “Quite a few.” Cynthia growled. “His whole extended family is here!” “So you're throwing your own family under the bus?” Mrs. Rodgers asked, eyebrows raised. Cynthia went quiet. “I’d like to know what you have against Jenny as well. This whole time you’ve been dragging her through the mud. It feels personal.” Hortensia could see her mom’s eyes flicker between her and Aiden. “You were telling the truth?” Eve asked so quietly, Hortensia wouldn’t have heard if she hadn’t been staring directly at her. Hortensia nodded. She turned to Aiden. “Why did you tell my daughter to break Jennifer’s car?” “You can’t believe this garbage, Eve, you know how she is. She has those temper tantrums and loses control.” Aiden said. “And I didn’t tell her to break her car!” “They saw you there.” Eve said. “You aren’t someone who can be easily mistaken.” “I was just there checking up on her, and she got mouthy.” “So you hit her in the face?” Eve asked. “A spanking I could understand, but…” “It was a slap! Open palm!” Aiden said. “She was bleeding.” Miss Honey said, glaring daggers at him. “My ring must have caught her lip.” Aiden mumbled. Her mom stared at both Aiden and Cynthia as if seeing them for the first time. “Honey, what did Aiden tell you, exactly?” “He told me if I helped him get rid of Miss Honey he could keep you from getting transferred, and if I didn’t, you’d get hurt.” “Why?” Eve asked him. Hortensia could see the cop in the corner furiously scribbling down their conversation. “Because she’s a dyke who shouldn’t be allowed to run a school full of children!” Cynthia spat. “All that work to get rid of the first dyke, only to get replaced by another!” The room went silent. “Why does everyone think I’m a lesbian?” Miss Honey asked. “Everyone knows you had an incestuous relationship with your aunt!” Cynthia said. “My aunt abused me!” “You know,” Mrs. Rodgers said calmly. “ I really have my doubts that Jennifer's sexual orientation has anything to do with this. See, the only reason you’d know Jenny was being abused is if you saw a certain letter they found in your best friend’s safe. So either you helped Eve blackmail Agatha Trunchbull, or you two are the ones who did and framed your best friend. How about you tell us about this company that went under? You wouldn’t happen to be in the publishing business, would you?” Hortensia could see the color drain from both of their faces. “What was that company called again?” “A.C.R Publishing.” Miss Honey said. “Ah, yes, and that wouldn’t happen to stand for Aiden and Cynthia Redding Publishing, would it?” Mrs. Rodgers asked. “We don’t have to sit here and take this bullshit anymore!” Cynthia shouted. They both stood up. “No, my mistake.” Mrs. Rodgers said. “It’s not Aiden and Cynthia Redding Publishing, is it? It’s Aiden and Christopher Redding Publishing.” She pulled a folded up piece of paper out of her pocket and tossed it on the table. “Jennifer, did you know there’s this thing called the internet where you can look up almost anything? Like businesses, and criminal records.” Hortensia picked up the piece of paper and blanched. It was a mugshot of a familiar looking man. “You leave my brother out of this! He’s turned his life around!” Aiden shouted. Cynthia was trying to pull him away by the arm. “Hortensia, what was it you were going to say?” Jennifer whispered in her ear. “You said, you didn’t think anyone would believe you? Now’s the time to say it.” Hortensia nodded, took a deep breath, and shouted to be heard over the arguing. “Do you remember that time you sent me to summer camp?” Everyone stared at her. Hortensia sank down in her seat. “When you had to drive four hours to come pick me up because my arse hurt.” she mumbled. “I remember that!” Eve said, but then frowned. “You don’t think it happened there, do you?” “I don’t know.” Hortensia said at the table, but it was her best guess. “I just woke up after the first night hurting.” “Camp Summercrest?” Matilda asked. Hortensia stared at her. “How’d you know?” “There was a shirt for it in the lost and found box. I was wearing it when you had to take me home that one time when I…” Hortensia let out a weak chuckle. She saw Miss Honey reach for the paper next. “It’s him.” Miss Honey said, dropping the paper as if it burned her. “Who is he?” “His brother.” Mrs. Rodgers said. “And?” she was staring at Hortensia and motioning with her hand for her to continue. “The youth pastor at our church.” Suddenly the room exploded in a cacophony of voices. Her mom and Cynthia were screaming at each other. Aiden had run. The cop taking notes was yelling for guards to stop him. Hortensia put her hands over her ears. She wanted to go home. Her stomach cramped. She could feel the nappy filling with hot liquid and she began to cry. … “You did good, sweetheart.” Jennifer said. “I know it’s hard to answer all those questions, but I’m so proud of you for being brave.” They had just gotten back from a real police interrogation where they both gave victim testimonies. She wiped her hands clean with a wet wipe and bunched up the soiled nappy before tossing it into a garbage bag. “I don’t remember.” Hortensia said. “I do.” Jennifer whispered. She knew he was the one who had assaulted her all those years ago. “There’s something called DNA. When you were in the hospital, and they did all those invasive tests, they took samples from you. They found male DNA inside you, and they’re going to test it against the samples they took from him.” “Okay.” Hortensia said softly. “And you know who else is in a lot of trouble?” Jennifer said, a slight grin on her face. “Cynthia and Aiden.” Hortensia smiled slightly. All thanks to Hortensia’s drawings. Jennifer had finally peeked at copies of them at the police station, but they hadn’t been what Jennifer had expected. They were horrific, but it wasn’t a story of Hortensia’s abuse, it was of Billy’s. The story featured a young blonde girl riding on her daddy’s shoulders. She liked being up high, and being able to see things she wouldn’t normally see. Like the inside of vehicles. And as the father and daughter were walking down the street, the little girl noticed something strange. “Daddy, what’s he doing with Billy?” The little girl asked. The tall, blonde haired man looked to where she’d pointed. He quickly removed her off her shoulder and put her on the ground. “Run home as fast as you can.” The man said. The little girl ran, but not home. She ran behind another car and watched. She saw her daddy nearly rip the door open and drag the man out. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Her daddy screamed. But the man pulled something black out of his pocket. There was a loud bang and suddenly, her daddy was on the ground. There was a red puddle forming around him. He stared up at her with wide vacant eyes, with a hole in his face. One of his eyes was gone. Jennifer knew that face well. She had seen it all over the pages of notebooks. The strange man did not know the girl was watching him. He was panicking. The man was large and strong, just like his brother. He picked up her daddy and threw him in the back of his truck along with Billy and covered them with a tarp. Then he got out and walked across the street to a familiar looking house. Aiden’s house. Hortensia had witnessed her father’s murder as a very small child. Too young to understand what she had just seen, but traumated none the less. Jennifer sighed and laid down on the bed next to her before wrapping her in a tight hug. “I’m going to miss you when you go back home.” Jennifer said. “You’re like my second daughter.” “You think mom will get out?” “As long as she doesn’t follow up on her threats to hit Cynthia over the head with a crowbar.” Jennifer said. “Speaking of…” she let go of the girl and rolled onto her feet. She offered Hortensia a hand up. “I have a surprise for you in the backyard.” Jennifer led her out blindfolded to where Brian, Matilda, Hazel, Zach and Nick all stood around eagerly before removing the blindfold. Hortensia looked around, frowning in confusion. “My surprise is a junkyard?” Hortensia asked with a laugh. The backyard was covered in tarps, and on them was a mismatched assortment of broken tellies, cracked statues, chipped vases, and other damaged items. “Yep.” Jennifer said, a wide smile on her face. She picked up a pair of safety goggles and put them on Hortensia’s face. “You’ve been going through so much, I figured you needed to blow off some steam by partaking in your favorite pastime of…” Jennifer handed her a bat. “breaking stuff.” Hortensia stared wide eyed at the array of junk and then at the bat. “You mean I get to…” Hortensia grinned. The first real smile Jennifer had seen in a long time. She gestured to the pile of junk. “Go nuts.” Jennifer watched the kids go nuts taking turns smashing things to bits. She even took a few swings herself before joining Brian on the patio. “Thank you for finding all this stuff.” Jennifer said. They had been going from yard sale to yard sale buying cheap, breakable looking items for the last month. “Half of it was in the dumpster behind the Salvation Army.” He grinned. Jennifer smiled at him before taking his hand. “I bet they won’t notice we’re gone.” She said. He chuckled and held her close for a moment. “What did you have in mind?” He asked. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “What is it?” “My test results.” She said. “If she can do it, so can I.” He took the paper and read it before grinning, eyebrows raised. “Were you afraid of needles?” “That was not a blood test.” She shuddered. He laughed and kissed her. “And what would my brave girl like to do?” “Everything.” she whispered. “Ana-” “Okay, maybe not everything.” He laughed and took her hand before kissing it. “You’ll tell me if you want to stop, right?” She nodded. He put his forehead to hers. “I love you, Jenny.” “I love you too.” she whispered before taking him by the hand and leading him upstairs. … “Thank you Rachel, that’s right. I’m standing in front of West Bishop Church off London Ave where a local youth pastor has been taken away in handcuffs. Residents in this town are in an uproar. The man in question, Christopher Redding, is under suspicion of using his position to commit sexual acts against children. An investigation was launched when one of the children in his congregation was brought in to the local hospital where she was found to have several injuries consistant with sexual assault and a high level of a unnamed prescription sedative in her system. Police investigated Mr. Redding after a tip from another victim where multiple bottles of this same medication were found in his possession. The police believe Mr. Redding was slipping the sedatives into the grape juice used for communion and giving them to pre-selected children. Now police are asking for the cooperation of the public. Parents who have attended this church are being asked to sit down and have a difficult conversation with their children. A special task force has been formed as numerous potential victims have begun to come forward. Other members of the Redding family have also been taken into custody at this time on suspicion of aiding and abetting, blackmail, falsifying official documents, hindering a police investigation, second-degree murder, and abuse of a child under fourteen. Police have also confirmed Mr. Redding has been named as the prime suspect of the slaying of the nearly half- dozen bodies found earlier this summer. Dubbed as the Buckinghamshire Boy Butcher for his preferred choice of victims, this serial killer has left the city gripped in terror over the summer, but tonight, that fear may finally be over. Our thoughts and prayers are with the victims and their families at this time. If convicted, the DA has announced he will be pushing for the death penalty. Back to you in the studio.” “Prayers? Psh, what a load of shi- Oww.” Hortensia grumbled and rubbed at the side of her head. Miss Honey turned off the tv. “Pay attention.” Matilda said, arms crossed across her chest. “Who left you in charge?” Hortensia grumbled. “I did.” Miss Honey said. “You’ve been out of school for a while, it’s time to catch up. I have to go to the office for a few hours. Poor Mr. Trilby’s been dragged out of retirement to help keep the place running since I’ve been gone.” “Where did your class leave off?” Hortensia pointed to a chapter. Matilda scoffed. “How were you only in chapter twelve? I’m going to graduate highschool before your class gets through this.” “Fine smarty pants, what chapter are you on?” Matilda scoffed again. “I finished that thing a month ago.” “A month ago? It hasn’t even been three full months into the school year. This is supposed to last all year. It’s a textbook.” “And this is why I pulled her out of the classroom.” Miss Honey said. “You guys were so slow!” Matilda groaned, her fingers dragging down her face for emphasis. “It was torture.” “You thought Mr. Larson’s class was slow?” Hortensia asked, eyebrows creased in disbelief before snorting. “What level of hell did you think you were in when you walked into Miss Honey’s class for the first time?” Hortensia chuckled. “The fourth.” Matilda admitted. “You didn’t like my classroom?” Miss Honey asked. “I did once you started giving me my own work to do, but those first few days.” Her eyes opened wide in mock horror. Miss Honey laughed. “I thought school was going to be educational. I walked in expecting to see the periodic table of elements, and got hit with the Abc’s.” “Maybe in high school. You couldn’t possibly have thought all the other runts were as smart as you?” Hortensia asked. Matilda shrugged. “I didn’t know I was smarter than them. It’s not like I had ever spent time with other kids my age.” Matilda said. “You had an older brother. Didn’t you see his homework?” Matilda scoffed. “As if he ever did his homework.” … Jennifer poked her head into Carol’s office. She was sitting at her desk staring down at a book. Jennifer knocked on the door as Carol slammed the book she was reading closed. “Jen, you’re back.” Carol said, a guilty smile on her face. “Slow day?” Jennifer laughed. She didn’t care if Carol was reading if it was slow. She wasn’t her boss. No wait, yes she was. “Two paper cuts and a crushed pinky finger.” Carol said with a shrug. “Not much to do without our problem child sending me skinned knees and bloody noses. How is she?” Jennifer sighed. “About as well as you can be going through something like that. Still incontinent though.” Jennifer said. “At least I’ve managed to get over it. Poor kid’s embarrassed enough without me gagging in front of her.” Carol grimaced. “At least she’s older and you don’t have to change nappies.” Jennifer grimaced. “Jen, she’s eleven-years-old. She is more than capable of cleaning up after herself.” Jennifer shook her head. “It’s complicated.” Jennifer said. “What’s complicated about it? Tell her where the cleaning supplies are. What are you babying her for?” Jennifer knitted her eyebrows together. “Because she isn’t capable of it.” Jennifer said. “The pain is gone, but it’s like her soul leaves her body the moment it happens. She’s like an empty shell until she’s clean. I have to literally lead her by the hand. She says she doesn’t remember the attacks, but our psychologist thinks the sensation of the sudden, involuntary, uh, pooping and the feeling of not being in control is triggering flashbacks.” “Her body remembers.” “Yeah, something like that.” Jennifer said. “It’s… hard to see her like this. ” “You’re like the Patron Saint of Lost Children.” Jennifer clenched her teeth. “I’d rather not be associated with any religion.” Rumors were spreading amongst the community of prior allegations. “They knew what he was doing with those kids. They were protecting him. Not the kids, but him.” “There’s more than a few people ready to scalp him.” Carol said. “Did you see that interview they aired of one of the parents?” “The one they had to bleep out every other word?” Jennifer asked with a slight smile. “He’s either getting lynched or murdered the moment the guards look away. He’ll get what’s coming to him. Even the other inmates don’t tolerate crimes against children.” “That’s what Brian said.” Jennifer said. Speaking of… She looked around the room. “Is there anyone here?” She whispered. Carol shook her head. “We, um…” Carol raised her eyebrows. “Had sex.” Jennifer mumbled. Carol grinned. She pushed a chair towards her. “You should have led with that. Sit. Spill.” “Oww!” Was all Jennifer could say. Carol gave her a sympathetic smile. “It’ll get better.” “The second time was better.” Jennifer agreed. “Third was the best.” “Third?” Carol nodded her head in approval, a large smile plastered on her face. “Look at you! Was it as scary as you thought it would be?” “The first time was. I was nervous he’d think I was too grotesque.” But he had gone out of his way to show her the scarring didn’t bother him. She blushed. She’d keep that memory to herself. “What was his reaction? Did he say anything?” He wasn’t talking, but his mouth had been plenty busy. “Umm, no.” “You use a condom?” “Carol!” She sighed. So nosey. “Neither of us have anything and it’s not like I can get pregnant.” “And did you get that verified by a licensed doctor like I told you to?” “Umm, no.” Jennifer admitted, shrinking back under her gaze. “Getting tested was bad enough. The nurse took one look, called the doctor in, who called another doctor in. I felt like half the clinic was staring at me. I was starting to wonder if I should start charging admission to come into the room.” “Well, I’m relieved to hear you don’t have Syphilis, and I’m proud of you for getting checked. It can cause much more serious health risks than a few sores if you leave it this long untreated.” “Not so loud!” Jennifer said with a cringe. There were already enough rumors about her without STD’s added to the mix. The women who worked in the office were gossip mongers. “They’ll hear you.” “Oh yes, you’ve missed all sorts of juicy gossip.” Carol chuckled. “I’ve been hearing all kinds of things about you and your boyfriend all week.” “He visited me at work one time.” Jennifer cringed. He hadn’t done anything. “And how would anyone know anything about him? He looked like any other parent with their kid.” She stared down Carol. “Unless someone let something slip…” She crossed her arms, fingers tapping anxiously. “Carol…” Carol shifted her eyes, a guilty grin twitched at the corners of her mouth. “I walked in on some ladies chatting in the teacher’s lounge.” “...And?” “I was only trying to help set the record straight…” Ignore it. Ignore it. Just ignore it. “What were they saying?” Jennifer asked, taking the bait. She was going to regret this. “That you were dating a woman from the bank.” Jennifer let her head fall in an exaggerated show of dismay. “Why does everyone think I’m a lesbian?” “So I told them the bloke with the kid the other day was your boyfriend.” “Oh, is that all?” She sank down in her chair in relief. “Want to hear my favorite one? These girls have quite the imagination.” “Fine, out with it.” “He’s been your secret lover for years, and he killed Agatha Trunchbull on your orders so you could openly be together.” They stared at each other in silence before erupting in laughter. “Hey, can I ask you something weird?” Jennifer asked. “There’s something I had been meaning to ask you since the revelation of the drugged juice.” “What’s that?” “It brought up a memory of getting something similar poured down my throat.” “Something to knock you out so you don’t fight back or make a commotion.” “Yeah, but I was wondering, something you told me about back then made me wonder. Did you have any memory gaps around the time you were held hostage?” She saw a strange look in Carol’s eyes. “Why do you ask?” “ I figured I had been drugged and that’s why I don’t remember much. But there is something I do remember. My aunt kept a bottle of expensive tequila in her desk drawer. I remember him finding it and pouring himself a drink.” “Is it still there? Party in your office?” “No, I think…we already drank it.” Jennifer said, studying her confused face. “I wasn’t watching what he was doing with it, but I remember he was holding it at one point. I was so angry at her I stole the bottle a few days later and put it in the vent in my room. You told me we drank it all when we were held there.” “Are you saying you roofied me?” Carol asked before letting out a sigh. “That…explains a few things.” “Like what?” “Like how I woke up with no idea where I was for the last five days with enough drugs in my system to sedate a horse. The hospital accused me of either stealing the drugs and going on a bender or trying to commit suicide. One day I was sitting in my car and saw you riding your bike and it started coming back, bit by bit.” “So you didn’t come back because…you forgot about me?” Jennifer asked. Carol grimaced and hung her head. Jennifer began to laugh. She couldn’t help it. This whole situation was so crazy. “I don’t know why, but that makes me feel better. Why didn’t you tell me? I’ve been going around this whole time thinking you abandoned me, well, since you told me about it.” “How is ‘I forgot you existed’ any better? I’ve felt terrible about it. Then I thought it was because of the carbon monoxide, but five days wouldn’t cause that, you’ve been breathing it in for years.” “Maybe it was both? Like a perfect storm of events. Drugs, carbon monoxide and trauma.” “Traumatised? I wasn’t the one traumatized. You and the kid, yes, but-” “You were held prisoner for five days with three other people eating nothing but expired MRES and beat up. Of course you were traumatized. It isn’t a contest.” Jennifer said. “Eve said we all thought we were going to be killed.” “It was looking that way.” Carol admitted. “At least the kid was young enough not to know what was going on.” “I saw her pictures at the police station.” Jennifer said. “Those were…” Carol let out an exaggerated breath. “No wonder she’s so messed up.” “She said she only drew a recurring nightmare, but our therapist thinks there’s truth to it. I think he’s the adult body they found with the kids.” “Yeah, yeah, I think so too.” Carol said. “Well,” Jennifer said standing up. “I’ve got a lot of work to catch up on. I’ll let you get back to your book.” “Is she coming back to school soon?” Carol asked with a stretch. “I don’t know what we’re going to do. She keeps having these dissociative episodes. I might have to do what I did with Matilda and put another desk in my office and have her do independent studies.” Carol snickered. “Good luck getting anything done.” “No kidding.” Jennifer said as she walked out the door. The office staff greeted her warmly when she walked in. They asked her how her “vacation” was. One woman even thought she had gone to the Bahamas with her boyfriend. “One of my kids is sick.” Jennifer explained. They wished Matilda a speedy recovery. Jennifer didn’t correct them. She sat at her desk and scowled at the large pile of forms waiting for her. She was starting to understand why Agatha kept tequila in her desk. She really hated paperwork. Jennifer was only halfway through when the phone rang. Please don’t be Matilda. Please don’t be Matilda. It was.

Ted’s ass quickly went aflame. He was astounded by how hard Stacey could hit him with just her bare hand. As she expertly spread her spanks over every part of Ted’s cute backside, the boy began to wriggle on her lap. As much as it hurt, the spanking was sending vibrations through Ted’s most sensitive areas. Despite being treated in such a humiliating way, he found blood rushing to his cock. Overall, he was very aroused by the situation. Stacey was well aware of Ted’s excitement. She too felt a warming between her legs. The dominance she exerted over him was thrilling and titillating. And she took note of how firm and round Ted’s ass was. Much as she was enjoying herself, she was also determined to teach him a lesson. Stacey brought her hand down with force, crisply smacking his reddening bottom again and again. She began scolding him, hoping to add to his embarrassment. “I hope you feel ashamed of yourself. We made our expectations very clear when you moved in here.” Stacey continued her rhythmic barrage as she lectured, alternating cheeks. “And you failed to meet those expectations. Now you have to face the consequences.” The scolding was having the desired effect. Ted did feel ashamed. His shoulders slumped and his body relaxed. He gave into the punishment, knowing that he fully deserved it. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, feeling very small. “You will be,” Stacey barked ominously. She stopped spanking for a moment, but held Ted firmly across her lap. She let her hand rest on his bare butt, feeling the heat she had created. “What do you think, La? Is his butt warmed up enough for the paddle?” Lara jumped up from the couch and circled around behind to inspect Ted’s bottom. “Let’s see,” she said, extending a hand to gently rub and pinch Ted’s naked backside. “It’s a nice shade of pink, but I think this butt could be redder before I take my paddle to it.” Lara reared and smacked him hard three times on each cheek, making Ted flinch and grunt. She too was turned on by the young man’s muscular backside, and by his submissive wriggling over Stacey’s lap. “Ok then,” Stacey said, resuming the spanking. “Let’s add some color to this tushie.” Ted’s discomfort was growing, both from the sting in his butt and the intense humiliation. The way the girls talked about him as though he wasn’t right there, inspecting his bare bottom, made his face blush just as red as his butt. Stacey’s infantile mention of his “tushie,” made his face turn just as red as his butt. He truly felt like a misbehaved little boy who was being taught a lesson. Stacey spanked Ted hard for another five minutes or so. Finally, just when he felt tears begin to well in his eyes, she stopped. “Alright buster,” she said with a final smack to his rear. “Stand up.” Ted stood and immediately reached behind to try to rub out the sting in his ass. Stacey quickly smacked his hands away. “You stop it bad boy! That smarting bottom is there to teach you a lesson. Don’t you try to rub it out.” She grabbed his wrists in one hand and spanked him again, hard, with the other. Ted yelped and jumped in the air. “Now get over there and take the rest of your punishment,” Stacey said, pointing to the edge of the couch where Lara stood tapping the heavy paddle against her thigh. Ted’s heart sank. His ass was already very sore. He felt truly contrite, and he knew he’d never again try to throw a party behind his roommates’ back. He stared at Lara, his lip quivering slightly. A tear streaked his cheek, and he burst. “Please! Please don’t paddle me! I’m so sorry. I was so stupid. It will never happen again, please. I’ll clean the apartment for the rest of the semester! Please please!” Lara felt a smile curl in the corners of her mouth. A brief wave of sympathy rose in her. Ted had already been thoroughly spanked, and she did believe him that it wouldn’t happen again. She considered whether to let him off this time. But only for a moment. The hard paddle felt good in her hand. Many times she had fantasized about applying it to Ted’s bare butt. No way was she passing up this opportunity. “I don’t think so, my friend,” she said. “I know you heard this paddle in use the other night. It’s time for you to fully understand what it feels like to break the rules around here.” Ted silently wiped his tears and hung his head. He stood frozen on the floor, his sweatpants still hanging just below his bottom. Despite his shame, a large erection held them up in the front. Lara pointed to the arm of the sofa. “Bend over and take your medicine.” She noticed the massive bulge in the front of his pants and felt her own arousal multiply. Ted shuffled over toward the couch, both hands gripping his waistband in the front hoping to protect some level of modesty. Turned on by both Ted’s hard on and his childlike submission to her, Lara couldn’t help herself. She cracked him gently on the knuckles with the paddle to move his hands away, then quickly yanked his pants to his ankles. Ted stumbled and fell forward. Lara caught him by the arm and guided him over the arm of the couch. His face buried in the cushion, ass straight up in the air, Ted was in position. Lara moved to his side. Placing her left hand in the small of his back to steady him, she tapped the paddle against his bright red bottom. She paused a moment, then took Ted by the hips to adjust him. Squaring him up evenly, she pushed him forward so that his toes barely touched the hard wood floor. Ted heard Stacey move around behind him, seemingly to get a better view. Humiliated, he turned his head into the the back of the couch to hide his face. Lara took aim again, and Ted flinched as the hard wood tapped his upper thighs. “I’m going to give you fifteen swats,” Lara said firmly, “the same number Stacey and I got the first time we spanked one another.” The words sunk in for Ted. The scene he had been visualizing - dreaming and fantasizing about - was real. And he was about to find out just how real. Lara slapped him a little harder, bouncing the heavy paddle off his left cheek. Ted gasped and jolted. Lara pushed down hard on his back. “You hold still. If you move out of position or try to cover up your butt, the swat won’t count. Understand?” Ted nodded slightly, unable to speak. Lara cracked him hard across both cheeks. “UNDERSTAND??!” “Owwww!! Yes!! Aaahhh!!” Ted wailed into the couch cushion, trying desperately to hold still. “Good. Now you go ahead and cry if you need to. This is going to hurt, young man.” The force of the first spank took Ted’s breath away. He arched his back, pulled up his head, and dropped his jaw. The searing heat explodes across his entire ass. Lara waited just until she saw him inhale and let out a muted squeal, then hit him again with all her strength. The loud spank was nothing compared to the wail Ted let out. Finally finding his voice, he howled. “Aaaaahhhhhhhhooowwwww!” Lara took aim. “Remember to stay still. You know you deserve this, you bad boy.” Ted buried his face in the couch and began to sob as the third smack landed. Seeing his will break, Lara got on with it. “That was three,” she said pulling the paddle back above her head. “And here is FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!!” Lara expertly spread the swats to every part of his backside. Both cheeks bore the beginnings of bruises. The boy wailed and bawled as the paddle fell. He couldn’t remember a time he’d felt this kind of pain. He kicked his feet, his toes tapping the floor. Lara wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Hold still. More than halfway there. Seven more.” She tightened her grip, both around Ted’s waist and on her implement. She felt an adrenaline rush, and the warmth between her legs continued to grow. The paddle rested against the naughty boy’s sore bottom. “Nine! Ten!” Lara called out as she hit him in quick succession. She felt Ted’s body go limp as he wailed sobbed uncontrollably into the couch cushion. “Five more,” Lara chided, releasing her grip. “I want you to think hard about why you’re being spanked.” She smacked him hard. He cried out. “You are being spanked,” SMACK “because you” SMACK “broke your” SMACK “promise!!” SMACK Ted could only sob and kick his feet as Lara abused his backside. He had lost every ounce of pride. He just wanted it to stop. Lara made the last one count. She brought the paddle down with such force, Ted fell to his knees. He collapsed into a puddle on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks and snot from his nose. The girls let him lie there, standing over him, until he caught his breath. Finally, through his sniffles, he murmured, “I… I… I’m… s…sorry…” Immediately, both Stacey and Lara knelt down and put their arms around him. “We know you are,” whispered Lara. “And we know it won’t happen again,” said Stacey, rubbing his swollen bottom. Ted continued crying softly as the girls held him. The three of them basked in the tender moment. Finally, Stacey tapped Ted’s butt. “I think some time in the corner will help you calm down. Then you’ve got quite a bit of cleaning up to do, buster.” Ted shifted to his feet and wiped his nose. Lara took him by the elbow and led him to the corner of the room. Ted stumbled with his pants still around his ankles. Lara guided him face first against the wall and put his hands on his head. “No rubbing,” she warned, with a sharp smack. “Or else.” Ted whimpered, but stood perfectly still and said nothing. Stacey took out her phone. “I’m setting a timer for ten minutes. I want you to think about your bad behavior and the consequences of that behavior. Then you can pull your pants back up and get to cleaning.” “Ok,” Ted croaked, still sniffling. As the timer started, the girls stood for a few moments to admire their handiwork. Ted’s ass and thighs were deeply bruised. They felt quite pleased with how soundly he had been punished, and they were ecstatic with how willingly he had taken it. At last, they left him there, propped in the corner like a naughty boy with nothing but his thoughts and his smarting bottom.

“Now…” Lilith said, kneeling down in front of Maggie, purposefully not cutting off Mikey’s line of sight. “You’re obviously a very vulgar person, and that's not okay,” Lilith said, watching Maggie’s wide eyes stare back at her. “So, we’re going to do a little bit of behavior training, and once you’ve learned how to be a decent, respectful member of society, Mommy will let you go,” Lilith said with a smirk. Maggie opened her mouth to speak, only to be met with a silencing finger from Lilith. “Nuh uh, not yet,” She said in a low, serious tone. “So you’re going to do as I say, when I say. You’re going to play nice, and you’re going to be respectful to both me and your new little brother. Do you understand?” Maggie nodded hesitantly, unsure of how any of this was possible. “We use our words in this household,” Lilith insisted, waiting for Maggie’s response. “Yes…” Maggie said quietly through her breath. “Now try again with proper manners,” Lilith insisted. “Yes…ma’am?” She said, unsure of what she meant. “Hmmm, better, but I think I prefer Mommy,” Lilith said with a smirk. “So let's try again,” “Yes, M- Mommy,” Maggie stuttered, feeling completely unsure of herself. “Good job!” Lilith cooed, turning to head towards the kitchen. “Keep it up and you’re on your way to earning a gold star!” Maggie sat still as Mikey let his second brain take over, slowly leaning forward into a crawling position as he shuffled across the floor towards Maggie, reaching out in an attempt to squeeze her breast as Maggie scooted back, forcing herself to stand up as she used her hands for leverage. The unease in her body combined with the sudden movement caused her stomach to rumble as she stood still, slowly wobbling as she gained her balance. She looked at Mikey in his desperate state as she stuck her tongue out at him in an attempt to ignore her stomach. She went to say something in a teasing manner, to remind him he should be embarrassed about his current state when her stomach rumbled harder as she practically buckled over. Fear came over Maggie’s face as she stood in panic, feeling herself start to lose the battle as she desperately scanned the living room, Mikey dumbly staring back at her. “Ma- Mommy?” She said, hating the words as he heard herself say them. “Yes, dear?” Lilith responded, actively preparing lunch in the kitchen. “Uh- toilet?” Maggie said, starting her waddle towards the hallway where she could only assume the restroom was. “Don’t be silly, dear. You’re wearing yours!” She said with a smirk. “N- no…no…” Maggie started, finding it difficult to think through the brain fog. “Number…two…” “Mhmm,” Lilith cooed. “Number ones, twos…threes,” She said with a wink towards Mikey as he turned himself around. “They all go in your nice fluffy diaper,” She said. Panic set in as Maggie continued to waddle towards the hall, desperate to find a toilet as the pressure built, nearing a point of no return. She approached one of the doors, but with a quick swoosh from Lilith, the handle wouldn’t budge. Maggie pulled on the handle with all of her force. “Pwease!” She called out, desperately trying to get the handle to budge. “Pw-” She started, suddenly feeling the release of pressure as the warm stream of mud flooded the back of her diaper, quickly spreading across her cheeks as she stood in horror. Mikey’s mouth hung open as he watched Maggie’s diaper expand in every direction as it slowly started to sag more and more as the once white padding turned a darker shade of brown. “Oh- oh-” Maggie stumbled, feeling disgusted as the warm filth pressed against her skin and the weight pulled her downwards. “Oh my-” She started, unable to find the words she was looking for. “Why…how…” She stumbled. “I- I-” She started as tears rolled down her cheeks, quickly breaking into sobs. “This is so unfair!” She cried out. “Aww, did someone have an accident?” Lilith cooed from the kitchen, smiling with a devilish grin as she looked back to see Maggie in a vulnerable state. “No! I…you f- f-,” She stumbled. “Why are words so hard!” She cried out, standing with her legs spread as she remained unsure of what to do. “You made me!” She screamed, sniffling as she tried to wipe her tears away. Mikey’s eyes glazed over as he fantasized about playing with his messy sister as she broke down in tears in front of him, throwing a fit he was sure would get a harsh punishment from Lilith. His cock hardened, pushing the confines of his squishy prison as he tried to rock forward in a discrete motion. “Now, now, sweety,” Lilith called out. “Mommy will get you changed just after lunch!” “Wha- no!” Maggie cried. “Fu- fire- change me!” “Sweety,” Lilith called out from the kitchen. “Mommy doesn’t like bratty littles,” Maggie tried to walk, feeling the heavy weight beneath her legs as it threw her off balance, sending her tumbling backwards onto her overfilled diaper as it squirted out the leg holes and onto the carpet. She let out a scream as tears rolled down her face, the impossible situation only turning worse as the smell of her accident filled the room as her sobs echoed through the house. Lilith had finally had enough, setting down what she was doing before firmly stomping her way over to Maggie, picking her up and carrying her down the hallway, unphased by the accident. Desperate to see what would happen next, Mikey assumed his position as he crawled after them on all fours, eager for a conclusion to the fit. Maggie kicked about in a lousy attempt to escape Lilith’s clutch, who seemed unphased by her attempts as she carried her to Mikey’s changing table, where a quick flick of her wrist had added some bondage restraints to tie Maggie down with. Sparkles of light danced past Mikey as he watched them flicker off the wall in a swift, elegant motion heading down the hall towards his nursery where they effortlessly stacked together, creating a bright, twinkling glow as they transformed half of the room. Vibrant shades of pink seeped through the walls as a whole new crib appeared out of thin air, dotting together an assortment of colorful wall art to match, with a plethora of stuffies and toys as they quickly transformed what was once a simple toy shelf in to everything that Lilith would need to take care of her newest addition. Mikey crawled with desperation, eager to see the new room from all angles as he finally approached the doorway, grateful for the soft, plush carpet that nicely padded his knees as he stared at the pink half of the room in wonderment, almost completely oblivious to the straps that had magically appeared at his changing station that Maggie was being fastened into as she tried to kick her way free from Lilith’s grip. “Wow…” Mikey let out, mesmerized by the sudden changes that Lilith could make with ease, almost without a second thought. “Mommy?” He let out, turning to ask her a question as if he had suddenly forgotten Maggie’s predicament as he stared up at what was clearly Maggie’s messy bottom as Lilith worked to wipe it clean. Mikey felt his own inner balls of light begin to dance around as the question he was going to ask quickly faded from his mind. His mouth formed a wide-o of wonderment as he watched Lilith work her motions, plopping backwards into a criss cross position as he felt a mass of his own reform in the front of his diaper. His hand autonomously migrated towards the mass, slowly kneading the wet padding against his growing mound as he watched Maggie’s diaper change, a sensational experience he hadn’t had in some time. “Now if I take these restraints off, are you going to keep kicking?” Lilith asked, having finished taping up Maggie’s fresh diaper. Maggie shook her head as the tears dried up. “Big girls use their words,” Lilith said, starting to undo one of the leg straps. “You want to be a big girl again, don’t you?” “Yes…Mommy,” Maggie said, feeling mortified about what had just happened. “Good,” Lilith said, as she finished removing the straps, helping Maggie off the table and onto the floor where she quickly discovered Mikey’s presence. Mikey quickly slid his hand away from his bulge, eyes now locked on Maggie's bare breasts again as he felt the need for release. “Oh, hi sweetie,” Lilith cooed, scruffing his hair up as she turned around to see him.. “Why don’t you show little Miss Maggie here around your room? Mommy will be right back,” She said as she casually exited the room. Mikey sat still, staring up at Maggie as she stood awkwardly while Lilith left the room. Mikey’s bulge continued to push into the soft, mushy confines of his diaper as he stared up at Maggie practically ready to drool. “What?” Maggie scoffed, crossing her arms to cover her breasts, cutting off Mikey’s direct gaze as he fidgeted about in an attempt to hide his throbbing mound. “You’re pretty…” Mikey said quietly as he blushed, slowly migrating his hand back to the front of his diaper, unable to prevent himself any longer. Maggie rolled her eyes before Lilith returned with a small pale of water and a brush, setting it on the floor. “Oh, is your little brother keeping his eyes on you?” Liltih smirked, noticing Maggie’s crossed arms and Mikey’s discreetly placed hand. Maggie wasn’t sure what to say, or what the appropriate response was as she stood awkwardly, scanning the room in an attempt to avoid eye contact. “Here,” Lilith said, making her way to the closet as she opened it up, pulling out a bright pink onesie covered in unicorns. “Let's get you dressed, then you have a mess to clean up,” Maggie scoffed, unimpressed by the wardrobe choice or the thought of cleaning up her own mess, purposefully looking away as Lilith made her way over to her. “Arms up!” Lilith said, practically grabbing Maggie’s arms herself. Maggie didn’t bother to fight it, helping lift her arms as Lilith slid the onesie over her, kneeling down to help button up the crotch strap between her legs. “Perfect! Now let's get you setup to clean your mess,” “But-” Maggie started. Lilith stopped, looking back at Maggie as she waited for what she had to say. “Well?” “Nothing…” Maggie said, giving up as she realized it wasn’t worth it. “That's what I thought,” Lilith said, before making her way back to the door as she picked up the pale. “And don’t worry, Mommy will be right back to deal with you, little rascal,” Lilith said towards Mikey with a wink as he smiled up at her from the floor. Enjoying the story so far? Want to read the next couple of chapters early without waiting? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar!

Chapter 3 Katherine ran down the corridor. It was well-furnished with little tables and vases and the occasional gorgeous painting on the wall, nicer even than Katherine’s own family home, but she didn’t have time to admire it. She’d slipped into her room at the same time as the others, pulled on her dress, which had magically appeared on her bed since she’d lost it during the challenge, and left immediately. One woman turned into a thumbsucker, another stripped of her stylish clothes and dressed up like a nursery schooler, and a third, worst of all, rendered permanently incontinent. Katherine’s relief at not being in Becky’s place had quickly passed. It was pretty clear what sort of thing the Magician had in mind for them, and Katherine had no intention of ending up as some overgrown baby herself. There were still three challenges to go, not to mention whatever extra things the Magician might do to them if they were voted out. She couldn’t stand the thought of ending up like Becky, forced to spend the rest of her life in diapers. Diapers. A fashion statement that told the world you couldn’t even control your bladder and bowels, that you were no better than a two-year-old at keeping yourself clean and dry. The idea that a grown woman could be reduced to that was terrifying. She had to get out of here now. Katherine ran as quietly as she could. She’d gone deeper into the mansion – there was no way she was going back through the hall when there was a chance Becky and the Magician were still there – but the place was like a labyrinth. Still, there had to be an exit, and sneaking out was clearly her best option. The man was obviously a real magician of some kind, but he surely couldn’t know everything. Katherine was more worried about coming across other people in the house, members of staff perhaps, maids or cooks or housekeepers, anyone who might alert the Magician to what she was doing. She froze as she head the faint sounds of a soft, female voice coming from up ahead. There was a door on the right of the corridor just a few feet away that was slightly ajar. She’d have to be careful to sneak past without whoever was inside seeing her. She approached cautiously, and as she got closer, the words of the woman inside became clearer. “There’s a good girl,” she cooed. “Drink it all up for Nanny now, that’s a good baby. Such a hungry girl, aren’t you? Someone’s getting her tum-tum nice and full, isn’t she?” When she was right outside the door, Katherine peeked inside through the gap. What she saw made her freeze in place. There was a beautiful middle-aged woman sitting on a sofa. Her breasts, larger even than Katherine’s own, were out, and latched onto the nipple of one of them was a girl who seemed to be around Katherine’s age, naked but for the thick white diaper on her bottom. All Katherine could see of her head was her sleek brown hair, but there was no doubt she was nursing eagerly on the older woman’s breast. “That’s it,” the woman crooned down at the girl laying across her lap. “Drink up all of Nanny’s milk like a good baby.” Katherine was transfixed. It was like looking at a car crash – a girl her age reduced to the level of a nursing infant. Quite suddenly, the older woman looked up, straight into Katherine’s eyes. A broad smile appeared on her face, maternal yet slightly sinister as well. “Does someone else want a suckle?” she asked lightly. Katherine squealed and fled as fast as she could down the corridor. She ran past other doors, trying not to think about what might be behind them. It was only until she came close to another open one, with a woman’s voice coming from it once again, this time stern and lecturing, that she hesitated. “You naughty little thing! You do not take your nappy off, missy. I hope that red bottom will teach you a lesson. Come on, legs in, let’s get this over your nappy. You know what a little fountain you can be.” Katherine couldn’t help herself. She stopped running to glance inside. There was another Nanny in the room, and another girl. But this time the young lady was standing up, sniffling, her eyes red from crying, while her Nanny tugged a pair of plastic pants over her comically large diaper. She wasn’t wearing anything else. Her bare, womanly breasts, tight tummy, and slender legs clashed ridiculously with the bulky nappy on her bottom. Just like before, as if she could somehow sense Katherine’s presence, the woman looked around suddenly, smirking. Katherine felt her stomach drop. “Hang around sweetie, and Nanny will change you into a nappy and plastic pants of your own.” Katherine fled again, breathing frantically. She had to get out of here! She had to! But as she ran, she began to feel an odd dizziness. She was slowing down, and her strides becoming more and more uncoordinated. Her gait widened, and she found herself lifting her feet too high off the ground, stomping the floor forcefully when they came down and putting her off-balance. She was toddling! “No, no, no, no, no…” she muttered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. She kept going. At the end of the corridor was a door. If she could just reach it… Her knees gave out, and she fell to her hands and knees. She crawled desperately towards the door, tears spilling down her cheeks. She was so close! She didn’t even notice as her knee-length dress shortened, rising up her legs and over her backside, until her bare bum and pussy were on display. She’d been in such a hurry to escape that she hadn’t even bothered putting on underwear. “Where are you off to, little one?” came the Magician’s deep, amused voice from right behind her. Katherine shrieked in fear and looked around, gazing up at the man standing above her with a wicked smile on his face. “I… I… I was just…” “It seems like you’ve been running all over the house, silly girl!” He reached down and patted her bare bottom. “That’s very naughty, sweetie. Daddy told you to get changed and meet back in the dining room. But it looks like a certain little lady was trying to escape! Did you think I wouldn’t know, Katherine? I brought you here with a snap of my fingers, remember? There’s no getting away.” “I’m sorry!” Katherine sobbed, terror on her face. “Please don’t do anything to me!” The Magician chuckled and, taking her by her hands, lifted Katherine to her feet. She was relieved that she was able to stand up again, even if her new shorter dress just barely covered her pussy. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’m not going to do anything too bad to you. But you do need to be punished.” “Oh God no!” Katherine wailed. “Please!” “Hush baby. You were very naughty for trying to run away, and I think I know a very fitting punishment for you.” Still keeping a hold of her hand, he started leading her back down the corridor. With a horrible plummeting in her stomach, Katherine realised that she was still toddling. Her stance was still wide and awkward, her steps still heavy and uncoordinated. “There won’t be any more running for you, little miss,” said the Magician, confirming her fears. “And no more elegant struts down the catwalk either.” Katherine burst into tears as the Magician tugged her along behind him. She was going to be stuck like this! She’d always carried herself with such dignity and grace, and now she was supposed to stomp around everywhere like some stupid three-year-old?! “I heard you saw a couple of the other girls staying in my house,” the Magician went on conversationally, ignoring Katherine’s sobbing. “Little Lizzy getting her afternoon feeding. She used to be a particularly scathing food critic, responsible for the shutdown of many lovely restaurants. She was quite the snob when it came to food. Now she’s on a diet of nothing but breastmilk.” He looked devilishly happy about it. “Of course, most of the guests I have get to go back to their lives – their new ones anyway – but sometimes there are special cases. Since I made her unable to eat or drink anything except breastmilk, I thought little Lizzy might as well stay here with one of the lovely Nannies I employ to be her wetnurse. Then you saw cute little Jemima too. Believe it or not, she was a hardened criminal once, getting involved in gangs and doing all sorts of nasty things. But now she spends her days toddling around in her nappies, playing with her toys, and getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. Her attitude is so much better now!” Finally, Katherine and the Magician were back in the hall. He led her, waddling absurdly and flashing her pussy with every awkward step, into the dining room where they’d had their baby-food lunch earlier that day. The rest of the girls were standing around nervously. They stared at Katherine with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Abby, Madelyn, and Susie were standing close together, but Becky was a little distance away, still wearing a stinky, heavily soiled nappy between her legs. Madelyn was still nursing her thumb, and Susie had apparently not found any adult clothes to change into in her room, because she was still dressed like a nursery schooler. “Little Katie here tried to escape,” the Magician explained. “So now she toddles when she walks. Isn’t she just the cutest?” Katherine blushed bright red and kept her eyes fixed on the floor. “Now then,” the Magician went on, “it’s almost time to have our first vote.” He waved his hand and a ballot box appeared on the table in front of them. “But first, you can all have a little discussion. Talk to whoever you want, or don’t. It’s up to you. But in a couple of minutes, you’ll all be voting to kick one of your number out of the competition. Good luck!” He vanished, leaving the five women standing there, unsure of what to do. Becky started to move closer to the other girls, but Abby and Madelyn looked disgusted, and Susie said “Ewww! No! Stay over there Becky!” Becky didn’t know whether she wanted to burst into tears or start screaming in rage. The nappy sagging from her hips was disgusting, but this wasn’t her fault! “Look, I’m sorry,” Susie said, turning to the others. “But do we really want to spend the rest of this ordeal with a woman who might poop her pants at any moment? I think we should vote out Becky.” “No!” Becky squealed, looking around desperately. “Please don’t! I don’t want to go home like this! I don’t wanna be a big baby forever!” She looked utterly pathetic. Abby almost felt a little sorry for her, but she agreed with Susie that spending however many more challenges around a yucky, smelly, pants-filling baby woman was disgusting. But on the other hand, sobbing and crying in her nappies, the eighteen-year-old Becky didn’t seem like she would be much of a threat… Susie and Becky continued arguing while the others watched. Abby stared at Susie, thinking hard. If anything, Susie was far more likely to pose a threat to Abby in future rounds. She glanced at Madelyn, and noticed that she was also looking at Susie appraisingly, her brow furrowed. She might almost have looked calculating if it wasn’t for the thumb bobbing stupidly in her mouth. Abby might have considered voting out Madelyn – she’d seemed so confident and powerful at the beginning – but being turned into a thumbsucker seemed to have robbed her of some of her authority. Madelyn looked up, and their eyes met. A flash of understanding passed between them. Katherine was still sniffling, mourning her ability to walk like an adult. She wouldn’t be of any use, but hopefully it wouldn’t matter. The Magician suddenly reappeared, and Susie and Becky’s argument broke off. “Are we all ready, girls?” he asked with that horrible smile. He passed out a piece of paper and a crayon to each of them. They all hurried away from one another and, covering their work like schoolchildren taking a test, they scribbled down a name. One by one, they walked up to the ballot box and placed their piece of paper into the slot. Then they all stood around fearfully while the Magician opened it up, and took them out to look at. “Excellent!” he announced. “At three votes, we have a clear loser.” He looked around, his eyes glittering with light. There was tense silence but for the wet smacking sound of Madelyn’s thumbsucking. The magician’s gaze passed over each of them before coming to rest on Susie. “Miss Taylor,” he said. Susie felt her blood run cold. “I’m afraid you’re out of the competition.” “No!” Susie cried. “It can’t be me! Count the votes again! I couldn’t… I won’t…” But the Magician was walking up to her slowly, and her voice died. “Awww, don’t be scared, little one,” he cooed, tickling her under the chin. “I’m not going to throw you out to the cold. I know just the person to take care of you.” He gestured to the door. Susie looked over, and saw her mother standing in the doorway. She felt as though a bucket of ice had been poured over her. “Hi Susie-wusie!” Mrs Taylor cooed, with a very Magician-like smile. “Are you reading to come back home?” Her voice was slow and patronising, like she was talking to a very young child. Susie could only stare in horror. Then, when she realised what the Magician intended for her, she turned round and ran. She only made it a few steps before her mother’s voice said sternly, “Stay where you are, little girl!” and Susie felt her body freeze. “Now come back here right this instant. Come to Mummy, Susie-poo.” Susie couldn’t stop herself from turning around and marching back over to her mother to stand submissively before her. “W-what have you done to me?” she whispered. “This lovely man’s sorted out everything,” Mrs Taylor said, tilting her head at the Magician. “He’s made it so you won’t be able to disobey me ever again. Anything I tell you to do, you’ll do it. Isn’t that wonderful? Mummy always did know what’s best for you, and now I’ll have full control of your life for good. You’ve been a very naughty girl, Susie. Running away from Mummy, going off to university, thinking you can be ‘mature’ and ‘independent’. You’ve been very, very naughty – and you know what that means, don’t you sweetie?” Susie whimpered. She knew what her mother was going to say before she said it. Those horrible, terrifying, humiliating words from her childhood. “It’s smacky bum-bum time, Susie.” “No….” Susie sobbed, barely audibly. She hated those words more than anything in the world. It was all her mother’s strict discipline wrapped up in the most patronising, insultingly infantile language. It was every humiliating spanking she’d ever received, right up until the day she’d left home. “Yes, baby,” her mother said, talking in that same slow, sweet, condescending voice. “Naughty girls need red tushies.” She reached under Susie’s skirt and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her cotton underpants. Then, agonizingly slowly, she drew them down to her daughter’s knees. “There we go. Now over my knee, Susie.” Susie fought as hard she could to resist, but it was impossible. She draped herself over her mother’s lap obediently. Mrs Taylor flipped up her daughter’s tiny skirt, exposing her pale bare bottom. She patted it gently, as if savouring the sight of her wayward daughter back over her knees once again, and then she started to rain down sharp, painful smacks. Susie screwed up her face in pain and humiliation as her bottom quickly went from white to red. She wanted to stay in control of herself, to preserve whatever dignity she had left, but it was useless. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started to cry. Her crying became louder and louder as her mother spanked her like a disobedient child, until she was wailing like a baby at the top of her lungs. “Dobbit Mummy!” she sobbed thickly. “P’ease dobbit! I don’t wanna be a little girl again! Waaaaaaaaah!” The other girls watched with a combination of horror and morbid fascination, and in Becky’s case a tiny bit of satisfaction, as Susie got her bottom smacked like a little girl. At last, Mrs Taylor finished. She helped Susie off her lap and got to her feet. Susie just stood there, crying her eyes out with her undies around her ankles and her bottom bright red. “Thank you for everything,” Mrs Taylor said to the Magician. “I’m so glad to have my little girl back where she belongs. Do you think you could be so kind as to send us home? I think this little one needs to spend a few hours in time-out before bed.” The Magician inclined his head graciously. “Of course.” He snapped his fingers, and Susie and her mother vanished.

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I was recently writing a story that wasn't the most popular, but it had a small following, and a few people asked me about why it was taken down. Since I have no idea as to what happened or what I did wrong, I'm looking for the person to talk to about it, and to find out if it needs to have something just fixed that went more into an area that wasn't allowed...(I didn't see any rules against anything I posted), or if the theme of the story was wrong for the group (children being caught in a terrible situation--Child trafficking is hinted at, though it is not the kind of thing you you'd think of when you first thing, but more a rescuing kids from poor placements. There was some emotional and physical abuse of one character (the reason she was taken out of that home, (kidnapped), to be rehomed, and police were involved in investigating what happened there. If no one knows how or why it was taken down, then is the site just being funny again, and corrupting or deleting things randomly? Just curious. I am okay with fixing anything that was written that the site or mods didn't like in the story, and if the whole story was a no-no, then I'm willing to just move on, but I had a couple of people ask me (bug me) a little bit, honestly, that they'd like to see the story come back, and are as clueless as I am as to how or why the story was removed entirely from the site rather than maybe a chapter marked for discussion? I don't know how you do things though, and I don't mean to rock the boat or anything, though knowing what in the story triggered it being taken down might help me in the future to make sure I stay away from certain things.

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-13159315/Sydney-Sweeney-leads-row-glamour-sparkling-silver-underwear-Saturday-Night-Live-sensation-joins-Emma-Corrin-Miu-Miu-Paris-Fashion-Week.html?openWebLoggedIn=true&login&base_fe_url=https%3A%2F%2Fdailymail.co.uk%2F&validation_fe_uri=%2Fregistration%2Fp%2Fapi%2Ffield%2Fvalidation%2F&check_user_fe_uri=registration%2Fp%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fuser_check%2F&isMobile=false Just read the comments!

Haikey bent down and gave James a kiss on the cheek. " bye baby mommy will see you later " she said hanging Sarah the diaper bag. She watched has Sarah led James down through the double doors. " welcome to the caterpillar room baby James. I'm being you over to your cubby then I'll bring over to the circle so we can make some friends " Sarah told James hanging his diaper bag on the hook. She took a pacifer out the bag and clipped to his onesies. " okay baby let's go make some Friends" Sarah said bring James to color patter rug. There were already two toddlers girls sitting and one little boy all signings and clapping the itrs burst spider with a mother teacher. Sarah clapped her hands and the classs looked up at her. " hello everyone today we have a new student joining us would you like to the class your name " Sarah asked James.

Also, if you're using only 2 diapers a day, odds are that you will start smelling like urine after sitting in a 12-hour wet diaper. That might be ok at home, but at work, it might be a problem.

Thank you for spelling out your concerns and what other actions I can take. I will respect your ruling though, as you were placed in a position of trust, and you did tell me what was going on. I will just let this one die and think more carefully about how I present other stories. Thank you again.

Hope everything works out for you! I wear 24/7 and I have to change way more than it seems some people do. 1-2 diapers per day? Not sure what's going on there but I suspect they use the toilet for #2 and pee at the same time. More realistic for a 24/7 wearer is 3-6 diapers per day.

You're absolutely right, most people are far too absorbed in themselves to care what kind of undies someone else is wearing. Most of the time they're busy staring in to the nightmare rectangle

Week 7 update No potty use this week. As for peeing positions I noticed that when standing causes me to have to pee about 50% of the time. Messing has hasnt changed much. As for the washing of cloth diapi. I did run into an issue this week. Twice the diapi's spun so hard they ended up sticking to the sides of the tube amd dryer hard to the sides. I had to dampen them and re-dry.

I feel as though I owe you an apology. I had been really good about keeping up with the Academy-verse and posting comments until A:M. I sort of dropped the ball and just now finished binging the whole story. Quite a wild ride and I love how you pulled all the threads from previous stories together! I’ve loved all of your characters and world building, but I’m pretty sure Maria is now my favorite, which is kind of odd since she’s “the enemy” in all of the other stories. Kudos to you for turning the world on its head. Sorry for not keeping up with this and encouraging you through the process. I’ll be looking for the next book!

The thing that I’ve learned over my years of wearing diapers is that people are too involved in their own lives to really notice details of anyone around them. We may be very conscious of the bulk of our diapers, but other people are unlikely to notice or if they do they only likely to think you’re a little fat.

Thank you @beallucanb for thinking of Mom and I!

I don't think I've ever cried so much in a story. I felt like Tommy the whole time. This is a really good story. I'm also sad to have reached the end of it. I need to find my David now.

Ian needs some tunes, and he's a Southern California street racer-- Hawthorne Blvd. and the Pacific Coast Hwy. in South Bay, Van Nuys Blvd. out in the Valley, and occasionally, Sunset Blvd. from West Hollywood to the beach. Beachboys? Jan & Dean? Her mother will just buy her a bigger shovel.

I got over being embarrassed in front of my wife while she diapered me or I was already in a diaper a long time ago. She was reluctant when I first asked her to help me but has finally realized that it's not going away. Usually as soon as I'm diapered she leaves the room but the other night she stayed fairly close as I put on my plastic panties and my ladies stretch panties to help keep things quiet. It kind of surprised me but we both carried on like it was nothing, which it really was. She only sees me in a clean diaper as it's been years since she last changed a wet one. If she ever does see me in a wet one again I think both of us will be fine with it.

I wet the bed up to and beyond leaving home. My parents didn't get me protection, they just punished me every time I woke up wet, which was most mornings (and occasionally during the day). I moved in with my aunt and uncle when I started uni because they lived nearby, they were the ones who took the more gentle approach and got me nappies and a waterproof sheet. By the end of the school year I was dry most nights, it's almost as if kids don't respond well to threats and stress. I've been completely dry for years, and I now wear nappies solely for pleasure

Yes. And that's why I don't.

Chapter 4 Susie’s New Life “Come here, little one!” Susie’s mother called. “Come to Mummy!” Susie immediately got up and abandoned the stuffed animal tea party she’d been forced to play with (“Would you wike some tea, Mister Snuggles?”), hurrying over to her mother as fast she could. Once she reached Mrs Taylor, she felt a sudden weakness in her knees. Against her will, her body did a submissive little curtsey. She lifted up the hem of her silly little frock and flashed her wet, drooping diaper. “Here Mummy,” she said. Normally she was allowed to wear cotton underpants and use the little plastic training potty in the living room, always under supervision, but occasionally her mother changed her into nappies and told her she couldn’t control her bladder. Susie had spent that whole morning dribbling wee-wee into her pants like a dumb baby. Her mother had told her she couldn’t hold her pee, so she couldn’t. “Good girl,” Mrs Taylor cooed, smirking. Even after months of having her independent daughter back under her thumb, she was still delighted by the sight of the once mature, rebellious young woman reduced to an obedient little lady. She looked especially adorable in her soggy nappy, blushing crimson, her eyes fixed on her sweet little Mary Janes. “Come with Mommy, sweetie. We’re going to your nursery. We need to get you changed into your special dance clothes, okay princess?” “Yes, Mummy,” Susie said again, with another curtsey. Then she waddled hurriedly after her mother, wrinkling her nose at the horrible, yucky wet feeling of her diaper squishing between her legs. Once they reached her bedroom, her nursery, Susie couldn’t stop herself scrunching up her face in disgust at the baby-pink wallpaper, the large crib, the changing table, and the childish toys that littered the carpet. She didn’t want to pull a face, but Mummy had told her that was how she was supposed to react to things she didn’t like. No more superior sneers. No more cold stares. Just wrinkling her nose and pulling what Mummy called her ‘yucky face’. Mrs Taylor turned around to her daughter and lifted her frock up and over her head, leaving her bare-chested. Susie tried to cover her breasts, but her mother smacked her hands away. “No baby. There’s no need to cover your boobies. You haven’t got anything Mummy hasn’t seen before.” Susie’s lower lip trembled as her hands dropped immediately to her side. Her mother slipped her shoes off her feet, leaving her in nothing but her squishy wet nappy and her frilly ankle socks. “What a soggy girl!” Mrs Taylor cooed, probing the discoloured front of Susie’s diaper with her fingers. “You’re Mummy’s widdle pee-pee pants, aren’t you precious? Yes you are! Yes you are! But I don’t think you need a change just yet. That can wait until later. Let’s finish getting you dressed.” Susie could only stand there like a doll as her mother pulled a ridiculous tutu up her legs and over her nappy. The puffy frills stuck out from her waist, failing spectacularly to conceal her bulging potty pants. Next, a pair of ballet shoes over her socks, and finally a pair of glittery pink fairy wings that slipped into place over her shoulders. “There we go!” Mrs Taylor announced happily. “Fully dressed! Come and take a look at yourself, cutie.” She led her daughter over to the floor-length mirror and stood her in front of it. Susie almost started crying when she saw how absurd she looked. An attractive women in her early twenties (as her bare breasts made clear) dressed up like a little girl pretending to be a fairy princess, her wet diaper peeking out beneath the hem of her tutu, letting everyone know she wasn’t even mature enough for toilets. She gritted her teeth and fought to keep her face set. She didn’t want to give her mother the satisfaction of seeing her cry like a baby, but she still couldn’t stop herself from pulling her yucky face. “Awww, what’s that look for, sweetie?” Mrs Taylor cooed. “Who’s Mummy’s pretty baby? Who’s my pretty little girl?” “Me Mummy!” Susie blurted. The words spilled from her lips beyond her control. “Me a pwetty giwl!” Her mother laughed. “That’s right, sweetie! Now let’s go and show you off to Mummy’s friends, and you can do your little dance just like we practiced.” “Yes Mummy,” Susie said. She tried desperately to keep her feet rooted to the floor, but it was useless. She was nothing but a passenger in her own body when her mother gave her an order. She followed her mother out of her nursery and down the stairs towards the living room. The sounds of conversation reached her ears. Her mother’s twisted friends had been delighted to see Susie ‘put back in her place’. A chorus of laughter rang out once Susie entered the room, and her lower lip trembled again. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, wishing it would swallow her up and end this nightmare. “Say hello to your Aunties, princess,” her mother ordered. “Just like Mummy told you to do.” A big dumb smile spread over Susie’s face at once. She looked up and waved enthusiastically at the five women sitting on the sofas and chairs. “Hewwo Aunties!” “Awww!” they all cooed in unison. “Hi baby!” “Aren’t you just the cutest!” “That outfit is much more appropriate than all those silly things you used to wear!” “I could just gobble you up!” “I’m so glad you’re back where you belong, little one!” “Little Susie-wusie wanted to show you all the dance she’s been practising,” Mrs Taylor announced. “It’s a bit different from the dancing she used to do when she was out partying at university, back when she thought she was a big girl, but she’s still very proud of it. Go on, sweetie, sing your little song for us!” Susie tried once more, desperately, to control her body. But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t disobey her mother. “I’m a little baby,” she sang, to the tune of I’m A Little Teapot. “Wet and dumb!” She struggled to hold back her tears. “Here is my nappy…” She patted it. “And here is my bum!” She spun around, stuck out her padded bottom, and wiggled it at her mother’s cackling friends. “When… I get… all stinky…” she sang between grunts, sinking down into a squat and straining to fill her diaper just like Mummy had ordered her to do. She felt sick and disgusted at what her traitorous body was doing. The seat of her nappy bulged and sagged. “Here me shout!” she sobbed, getting up and turned back around to face her audience with tears running down her cheeks, her loaded diaper now sagging halfway down to her knees. “Mummy!” she cried. “I did a poo-poo in my pants!” Her mother’s friends shrieked with laughter and applauded, while Mrs Taylor smiled, darkly satisfied, and pulled her tearful daughter into a hug. “There, there, stinky-bum,” she cooed. “It’s okay. Mummy’s very proud of you for doing your cute little song and dance. It’s only to be expected that you pooped your pants. You might have thought you were a mature, independent woman who was clever enough to go off to university, but now you know you’re just a big, silly baby who can’t even stop herself making yucky messes in her nappy.” “But you made me!” Susie whined. All her complaints came out in an annoying, whiny voice now, ever since her mother told her that was how she was to complain about things. “I can control myself!” “Awww, is my widdle Susie-wusie being a fussy-pants?” Mrs Taylor crooned. “I think she is!” Then she leaned close to her daughter’s ear and whispered an order. “Throw a tantrum, Susie. Right now.” Immediately, Susie lost control of her emotions. “I’m not a BABY!” she screeched, stamping her feet and pumping her fists madly the moment her mother had pulled away. “I wanna go back to college! I wanna go to parties and have sex with boys! I wanna be a grown-up again!” She stomped about stupidly, looking utterly ridiculous in her tutu and fairy wings, her bare breasts and her stinky diaper both jiggling wildly as she bounced up and down like an overgrown toddler. “I don’t wanna be a stupid baby! I’m a big girl! I’m a BIG GIRL!” Susie tried to calm herself down. She knew this was exactly what her mother wanted – to make her to look like an absurd, oversized two-year-old – but just as it had been for months now, even since the Magician had put her in this state, she was completely unable to disobey her Mummy. Even her little ‘rebellions’ were controlled, only a means to humiliate her further by forcing her to act like the anger she felt at her situation was merely typical toddler fussiness. So Susie could do nothing as her body dropped to the floor and started kicking its legs and pounding the carpet, bawling its eyes out and shrieking that it was a big girl. “Uh-oh!” her mother sang, glancing knowingly at her friends. “I think little Susie just earned herself some smacky bum-bum time!” They all laughed, even while Susie continued to scream and shout. “That naughty girl definitely needs a red bottom!” said one. “Babies are often like this,” said another. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised that Susie is too. I’m sure a spanking will sort her out!” Mrs Taylor smirked as she dragged Susie to her feet, sat down in a chair, and pulled her flailing adult daughter over her knees. “Bad baby!” she scolded, bringing her hand down on Susie’s bottom. “Very naughty girl, Susie-poo! This is exactly why Mummy can’t let you grow up! Imagine, still throwing tantrums at your age!” Susie cried and thrashed as her mother spanked her, alternating between smacking what little of her bottom wasn’t covered by her nappy, and bringing her palm down forcefully on the seat of her baby-pants to make the mess inside squish horribly against her bum. This was her life now, Susie knew. Toddler activities and tantrums and spankings. No free will. Just a doll for her controlling mother’s amusement. All Susie could do was hope that one day her mother would let her grow up again, or the Magician would take pity on her and undo what he’d done. But Susie had a feeling that wouldn’t be for a very long time.

Thanks for all the responses! Did you include a reason for the appointment when you contacted the urologist? You mentioned how the surgeon in Mexico offered to do revisions, is that included in the original price? Would you go back to that clinic if you could? Over a month is a long time to wait to see a urologist. You should try and expedite it maybe? Either way you should keep things stretched out as much as possible. There's scars forming on your prostate and sphincters, you need to keep the passage open as much as possible. After the surgery they had a 22f in you right? Maybe it's worth putting one in, if only for a few hours at a time to really stretch out the tissues.

There's already a meeting place board for people from Minnesota in 'Meeting Place' forums https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/forum/75-minnesota/

Hailey held James hand as they walked into the school. They were great at the from deck by a young women. She came around the corner and smiled at them. " Welcome to little tots day care who is this special friend I get to hang with " she said smiling waving at James. haieky was happy to see that daycare was a bright place all the kids running seemed happy so she wasn't worried about leaving James. " This is baby James he alittle nervous to play but he's going have lots of fun right baby " Hailey cooed pushing James infront of her alittle. She patted his diaper bottom. " it's okay baby it's only for alittle bit" haikey told him. " Yes we're going have so much fun today you won't have time to miss mommy "Sarah cooed reaching her hand out to James.

Chapter Thirty One John stirred as something shook him. He rolled onto his side and the shaking stopped. He heard something like complaining behind him. He went back to sleep. Some time later he rolled over onto his other side and felt something warm beside him so he draped his arm over it and yawned really well, intent on waking up later. As long as later wasn’t soon. Something in front of him moved and something weird was ticking all over his face and nose, so he started swatting at it in his sleepy state. His hand got tangled up in some hair. Cracking one eye open as he pulled his hand back, he heard “Stop pulling on my hair.” from someone else that also sounded sleepy. Curious now, John pushed himself up into a seated position. The moment his weight went onto his butt he grimaced and tiredly grumbled out “uh umh” and shuffled to get his legs under him so his weight was on his thighs and not the contents of his diaper. Rubbing his eyes, he looked over and down at Kates legs and diaper clad butt sticking out from under a blanket. He poked her foot. She pulled her foot away and said “Lay back down, you were keeping me warm.” He thought about it a moment before he gave up and flopped back down and pressed his back against her. At first, John closed his eyes and started to doze back off. But slowly his brain processed things and he reached back and patted and felt a hip. Mustering the full might of his early morning brain capacity, he asked clearly: “Mm?” She twisted and turned her head to look at him. Then he felt her look back forward and whisper “You’re one of those people that don’t brain in the morning, aren’t you?” “Nnn...mmmm” He felt the person against his back take a deep breath and sigh “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Giving up on using his eyes for now, he mumbled “Bleh.” Over the course of the next ten minutes or so his brain slowly chugged into life and they started to have a conversation while laying there. While they were talking he kept noticing that he could feel her against his head and shoulders and back, but that their butts seemed to be several inches apart. He would have never thought that not feeling someone against your butt would be strange. Eventually though, Kate addressed the elephant in the room first by saying “Phew. We stink.” John took his turn to sigh and ask “So this is just what mornings are like for all littles here?” The softly spoken reply came “Yeah. This is our mornings. Laying in a crib in a diaper waiting for Mommy to come change us.” They were quiet again for a moment, but finally he admitted “It’s gross. At first I thought a wet diaper was disgusting. But right now I could sit in a wet diaper and not complain.” After another bit of quiet, he heard the reply from behind him. “Yeah. This place changes the way you see everything. All this technology and we’re still the babies here.” Finally, John had enough “I’m not laying on my side anymore.” Kate snorted a bit “You can try to lay on your back if you want, but I wouldn’t recommend it.” Pushing himself up onto all fours, John said simply “Nope” and crawled up around Kates head, past her and halfway up onto the pillow and just flopped onto it. Sinking contently into it with most of the weight off of his butt, he let out a sigh. Kate immediately pinched her nose and complained “Oh m… my face is right here by your…” John didn’t even look, he pointed up “I left you plenty of room on the other side of the pillow.” Immediately up onto all fours, Kate crawled around to the other side of the pillow, just past halfway up onto it and flopped. Now it was her turn to sigh. “Oh my g…” she exclaimed and then squeezed the pillow “I’m asking Mommy for a giant pillow.” After a few quiet minutes of the duo luxuriating on their giant fluffy pillow, John found himself thinking back to the previous day. “Hey.” he mumbled. “Yeah?” came a comfortable sounding response. Floundering for words a bit “My … uhhh Mom? Yeah, I guess it’s more a title than a name?” There was a quick humored exhale above his head “Yes John, she’s your Mom. Eventually you’ll call her Mommy like I do mine. I don’t know why, but you probably won’t mind it either.” He nodded against the pillow and explained “Well, Mom was … I guess I can only say she was super cool last night.” There came an agreement “Oh yeah!” It took a moment of thought before he could add “I think that it was super hard for her because she’s just going to think she she didn’t find her before she got too cold? She seems like the kind of person that would feel bad about that.” “John?” He looked up to see Kate looking at him “Yeah?” She said “You have no idea how over protective the bigs are here.” He nodded and then flopped his head back down, feeling the pillow shift as she did the same. Musing out loud, he said “Still, as far as I’m concerned, she’s a hero.” Kate barked out a cute brief laugh “Yeah. She was all like ‘we’re not waiting’ and the agent guy just had to go and follow her.” Just then they both stopped and turned their heads toward the door as they heard footsteps. In walked two tall women and the side of the crib went down. Amanda leaned on the right side crib wall while Aunt Cat leaned on the left side, each smiling down at their littles. “Good Morning!” They both declared excitedly. John groaned out loud “Oh my God I’m surrounded by morning people.” Amanda clapped softly with a big exaggerated smile “John! You spoke an entire word before having your coffee milk!” All he could muster was “Ughhhhhhhh” Amanda stopped and poked him on the side while mumbling “No, I think he’s broken again.” Meanwhile Aunt Cat already had Kate airborne and moving toward the changing table. When he realized that her diaper was coming off in plain view, he turned his head toward the wall out of a sense of modesty. He felt Amanda’s fingertips running up and down his back. It felt really nice. She leaned and whispered softly to only him “So I’m the big heroic Mommy?” John felt his face and ears turn beet red and he rolled onto his side to look up at her big grin before rolling to bury his face back into his pillow. He mumbled into his pillow “I’m not awake, so I didn’t say anything.” Then he felt a tap on his shoulder and heard “I don’t know, that was a lot of words from a sleeping little.” Taking a moment and channeling his best attempt at a B rated movie zombie he took a deep breath and said “UHNNNNnnnnnnnnn Brainnnnnnnssssss” And then a fingertip found his ribs and he tried to squeal while his lungs were empty! He felt his hair being ruffled and then he was being lifted and carried sideways. Although as tall as Amanda was it almost felt like she was just taking a step and swinging him over like a giant crane. As his butt hit soft weirdly plasticy mat, the bars flopped limply onto him at the same as he shuddered at the unpleasant sensation. Unlike usual, Amanda playfully picked up his pacifier and poked his lips with it, stating “Here, this special zombie proof pacifier will keep me safe.” He just rolled his eyes and accepted it as she went to work with the diaper change. It took an extra minute of scrubbing that he was honestly very grateful for before she came into his view holding up one rough pup diaper, and one bright blue one with a monkey on it. Oh a whim he pointed at the blue one. With a nod she bapped him with it before finishing. When he felt the telltale bump of her knee on some spot of the table, the bars went up and he was lifted and put onto the floor on his own two feet. “Okay young man. After breakfast we have to go to the grocery store. So let’s get you dressed and presentable really quickly.” For some reason the whim just took him and he shouted “You’ll never take me alive, copper!” and he tried to dart between her knees. Two trunk like legs closed in to clamp him in place and he flailed comically for a moment. Going limp he admitted “You took me alive.” There was a feeling like someone playing bongos, but on his padded bottom. After a moment of that he went from indignant to laughing “Okay!” he declared “I give up! I surrender! I’ll go along peacefully!” One moment later he was back on his feet and she knelt in front of him to give him a hug. With a whisper, she told him “Some times you act more like a little than others.” not really knowing how to take that statement he apologized “I’m sorry I didn’t …” She cut him off with a kiss to his forehead and said “No, it’s adorable and I appreciate it.” And as she stood up she pulled the shirt he slept in up and off. After a moment Amanda showed John a couple of options. “Okay” she explained “We’re going to get groceries, shouldn’t be gone two hours. It’s a bit cool out today, but not cold. Do you want shorts, pants, or overalls?” Without hesitation, he answered “Pants, please” Then she held up a shirt and a onesie. He pointed at the blue shirt with the cartoon dog wearing a cape on it. Moments later he was being carried, dressed for the day, and deposited on the living room floor next to a very excited Xerxes. Moments after that, Kate was deposited next to him. Aunt Cat looked down at both of them and explained “Okay, we’re going to get ready for the day ourselves, and then get you two breakfast before we all hit the road.” With that they each got a pat on the head, and she walked away as well. Now as alone as they were going to get again John asked something he’d been wondering. “Hey Kate?” “Yes?” “Why did they put us in the cr...I mean bed together?” With a shake of her head, Kate answered “John, we are both littles, and we were out cold after breast feeding. What were we possibly going to do?” He just sort of nodded “Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” Kate nodded then and asked “Can I play on your tablet a bit before we have to go?” The two of them sat together on the floor and John watched Kate just breeze through the color puzzles that hard started off as very simple, but then had her blending colors that he was pretty sure were only superficially different. After about fifteen minutes Aunt Cat came over and leaned down to watch over their heads for a moment before they even noticed she was there. Aunt Cat spoke up “That’s actually really cool, and you’re doing great!” Kate looked up and smiled at her “Thank you!” With a great big smile growing across her face, Aunt Cat patted them both on the head “You know what would be even MORE fun?” Kate looked confused for a moment, but John’s tickle senses kicked in and he shouted to his little friend. “Cheese it!” And he tried to get up and run for it. He made it one step before he felt himself being lifted into the air with one arm under his back and holding him by the bottom, and some fingers in his ribs. He tried not to crack, but it only took a few seconds before he was laughing and thrashing. By the time it was over he was against her shoulder while she patted his back. “Breath sweety” Aunt Cat said. Eventually he was deposited into his booster seat while a giggling Kate was placed in the one next to him. After a moment John found a bowl of oatmeal being slid in front of him. He was immediately unimpressed. He had never liked oatmeal a single time in his life. He associated oatmeal with ‘I can get groceries in a few days, this is what I have.’ Kate next to him went to town on her oatmeal and seemed like she was in heaven. Amanda leaned down and gently tapped him on the shoulder before asking “You okay there baby?” “Ummm…” was all he could muster. So Amanda picked up the spoon and stirred the oatmeal before holding the spoon up to him to take a bite. He instinctively leaned back. “I’ll make you a deal. You try a bite, and if you really and truly don’t like it, then I’ll make you some toast.” He sat there in his booster seat, leaning back and looking from Amanda to the spoon and back. Nothing about her body language told him that she was going to give up. She would wait him out. With a sigh he said “Fine.” He opened his mouth, she put the spoon into it. And then he furrowed his brow. Pausing to swallow he said “Oatmeal doesn’t taste like that!” Amanda handed him the spoon and kissed him on the forehead, whispering “Here it does. Littles love oatmeal.” He needed no prompting to dig in just like Kate was doing next to him. Whatever was in this oatmeal was weirdly compelling. And so with heavy stomachs and each of them with a sippy cup full of juice, they were sent back to the living room. After a minute of overly full shuffling around, the two of them settled down in front of the couch, leaning back. With their hips and legs pressed up against one another they looked down at the tablet home screen. It had a few new icons that weren’t there yesterday, but they chose to ignore them for now and they looked at the folder of books. While they scrolled through such curious titles as “Benny the Rooh” and “The Bearenstines” John felt an elbow gently in his ribs. “You need a bean bag” Kate whispered Shaking his head, he retorted “I don’t need a bean bag, I have a dog.” She pointed to the dogs head at the window “Your dog is outside.” After a moment of quiet he admitted “Bean bags are great.” While she was poking fun at him she settled in the Young Adult folder and was scrolling a bit more slowly, taking in the titles. John pointed to one and asked “How about this one?” “The Odyssey of Hugh?” All he could manage was a shrug “I don’t know, I’m just picking one because you can only scroll for so long before you just can’t make a choice.” Kate laughed at him a bit as she tapped the name and it came up with a picture of a very old looking book and a synopsis to one side. So John read it out loud “The Odyssey of Hugh: An epic tale of a man on a quest, who wandered for ten years exploring far away lands. After a shipwreck left him stranded on a distant island. After a long journey, Hugh overcomes many obstacles using his wit and whatever resources he has to hand. Hugh has befriended a wild bear and saved a stranded little that have joined him on his journey along the way. This is the story of their journey to return to Hugh’s home to his wife Penelope.” When he finished reading that out loud Kate used her fingers to zoom in on the cover of the book. There was a man standing on an outcrop overlooking the sea, and behind him there was a giant bear that came up to his chest, and you could see a carefully drawn little on the bears back with his own little backpack. Kare shook her head “No way any sane person would ride a bear.” John coughed a bit, his face turning red. It took her looking at a his face before she realized “You wouldn’t?” He could only nod. “Well.” she added “Like I said, no sane person.” He just rolled his eyes and tapped the button marked “Start Reading” The two of them managed to read at about the same speed, and were both getting fully invested when they each felt a tap on the shoulder. They both looked up to see their respective Mommy smiling down at them. Amanda spoke first “Have you two had fun together?” They both nodded, and when She took the tablet from them they both protested in their own way. Kate reached for it and said softly “But my book” While John just went limp and sighed “We just got to a good part” With Kate on her hip, Aunt Cat asked “What were you two rascals reading that you were so invested in?” Kate spoke up first by answering “The Odyssey of Hugh!” Now the two bigs looked back and forth between themselves and then at the littles on their hips. Then back at each other. “Huh.” Amanda spoke first “Are you two good at reading?” John probably looked as indignant as he felt “Hey! Where we’re from we read a lot, Mom.” Kate was just nodding along in agreement. Then Aunt Cat chimed in “I think I could see these two reading that just because of Hughs bear companion, Baloo.” John and Kate immediately looked at each other and said in unison “Baloo?” “Yeah, his bear is named Baloo.” Chimed in Aunt Cat and Amanda, both in unison. The two littles tried to keep a straight face, but John cracked first as he broke into a fit of giggles, followed immediately by Kate cracking up with him. The two bigs looked so confused by their littles having a laugh attack. Aunt Cat put a finger into Kates side and asked “Why is the name Baloo so funny?” The two went into a fresh fit of laughter and after some very patient waiting from two big women that were obviously planning to wait until they got an answer, John blurted out “Baloo is in the Jungle Book!” Looking right up at Amanda’s face, he could see her lock eyes with Aunt Cat before looking down and explaining to him “No, Sweety. The Jungle Book has a bear named Fozzy.” And that was it. Both littles were full on belly laughing again. Neither one of them could breath easily through the laughter. It went on for a full five minutes and they started to calm down. As John was finally catching his breath he heard from behind him. “Wakka” “PFFTTTTTTT” followed by another laugh attack. “Oh God. Oh God. It hurts. It hurts.” was mirrored by both littles. By the time they regained their composure, they were both wearing shoes and being carried to the driveway. Being stood up in front of each other, John felt a pat on his padded bottom and saw Aunt Cat do the same to Kate. They both got a “You two say goodbye, you’ll see each other in two days” They stood there kind of awkwardly shuffling their feet. “Umm…” John didn’t really know how to say goodbye in this situation. Kate just rolled her eyes and stepped up to give him a hug. He hugged her back, a bit haphazardly. She didn’t seem to be able to think of anything to say either. Finally the two bigs gave up and picked them both up. And gave them a kiss before shuffling them into their carseats. John was buckled in and a diaper bag was slid in the usual place in front of his seat, and the door shut. As Amanda slid into her seat and buckled up, John asked “So where are we going today?” “Welllllll” Amanda smiled up at the mirror “We are desperately low on groceries, because some little boy ate all the eggs. You don’t know who that would be, would you?” Shaking his head as though he had no idea “Nope. But you should definitely get someone on that.” He could see her rolling her eyes at him as she put the car into gear and asked “If we’re quick we can make one more stop while we’re in town. Is there anything you want to get while we’re out?” “Ummm…. Could we go by a pet store and get a toy for Xerxes?” He said the first thing that came to mind. Once they were on the road, John took a few pulls of juice from his sippy cup and got lost in thought. He really was stuck here. At least he had someone from home to talk to sometimes. Spaced out and completely lost in thought he barely noticed how much time passed until the door opened and Amandas face came into his view with a smile. Until she looked at him closely. “John” She asked “Are you okay? You look a bit sad.” He really just nodded slowly, saying “Yeah. Just thinking about things.” She immediately unbuckled him and picked him up into a hug, whispering “Do you wanna talk about it?” With a shake of his head, he admitted “I don’t think I understand it all yet, so … no” That got him another squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk. About anything. You’re my favorite little guy and I want to help you through everything.” Then she whispered a bit lower “Are you ready to go into the store?” It took a moment before he nodded. It was a struggle at the moment to remember all of the pointers and advice he had been given. One thing stuck out, though. “Hey umm… Are strangers really that grabby with littles?” He watched her get a funny look on her face before she said, seemingly careful about her words “I don’t know that I would say it that way *exactly* but it is normal in our culture to just check littles to see if they are wet or messy without telling the little, if that’s what you mean.” John was already shaking his head “I don’t want strangers touching me like that!” “Shhh shhh, hold on, hold on. Let’s get you comfy. Here, which pacy do you want?” He just blinked at her for a moment. She stood there holding him without any sense of rushing him, or intent to put him down or anything. She was just waiting for him. “Sweety, I’m not saying that you’re going to run a marathon or do anything like that, but I had hoped you would have your wits about you.” She was speaking softly and slowly. He just nodded “Umm… I guess … please give me that pacy.” “Which one?” “The training pacy? If I get mad and bite down on it, or anything, will you promise that I won’t be in trouble?” That got him picked up and kissed on the cheek “Sweety, if you use that to stay out of trouble, I promise you I won’t be mad at all.” He just nodded as she pulled the training pacy out of the diaper bag and clipped it onto his shirt. She held it up to him, but he just shook his head. So she lowered it so that it dangled, then she held out Rupert. With a kind smile, but a look that said it wasn’t a question, Amanda said “Rupert isn’t optional, you’re bringing him in with you.” So John just nodded and took Rupert, holding him against his chest as Amanda slung the diaper bag and then leaned down to pick him up. As he was settles on a hip, his head propped up on her chest and he couldn’t hold in the question. “Hey … about that whole plasma and matter thing … what happens if someone tried to go back after coming through a rift? Like through one of those portal places?” He could tell he hit something with that question because she faltered in her step. He felt a kiss on top of his head and he was lifted up higher onto her elbow so she could look him in the eyes “Well… before we got the hang of what was and was not safe … a few people, bigs and littles … made it through as a pile of … goop.” John just stared at her. A mental image of a person turning into goo cursed his vivid imagination. “Sweety?” John shuddered as he felt acid coming up his throat. Apparently her Mom senses kicked in because she turned and sprinted a few steps. As she got him aimed at a trash can his oatmeal came up. He could barely even hear the comment “Thank the Goddess that they have trash cans by the cart stalls.” After a moment he spit a few times and felt himself upright and being lowered into the seat of a shopping cart. Amanda put the diaper bag in the cart behind him and then wiped his face with a baby wipe. She offered him a sippy cup and said “Here, swish some water around in your mouth and spit it into the trash can.” So as he took a pull of water from the sippy cup and swished it around in his mouth, she rolled the cart right up to the trash can for him. She got the cart aimed at the store and all he could see was their car parked conveniently next to the cart stall. Amanda came around in front of him and leaned down, both of her eyebrows raised and asked gently “Do you want to talk about … that?” John simply shook his head and said “Never.”

My Daddy diapers me every night before bed when He is over. That will be changing to every night as He moves in this month. During the day it more depends on how I'm feeling and my Daddy is feeling. He is more likely to diaper me if we're staying at home or traveling to another city for something. It can all depend but I definitely don't want to be 24/7 although that would be my Daddy's prefence.

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.

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

Always been a nightly bedwetter. Thick cloth dipers with plastic pants are just wonderful.

Hey DD! Hope everyone is having a wonderful start to the week! Today would be my 2nd year, 5th month, and 5th day of 24/7 diaper dependency! Close to halfway to my third year of the rest of my life padded! Since my last update I've had one experience that was very new, and the rest feels pretty same samey. Sometime last month I started changing in the bathroom after drying first the shower. I'm definitely become a very dribbly faucet and it's a lot easier then having to wipe up the floor along the hallway after getting cleaned up. A few weeks ago I treated myself to getting a balayage, and the 6ish hours for coloring were only possible thanks to Northshore. By the time I finally was able to leave and getting to my car I realized just how soaked my diaper was. Thankfully the plastic pants helped, but the diaper was to it's tipping point. I barely even drank anything while there 😕 But I'm just glad nothing messy related happened. ~ Messy Warning ~ Sometime between the last update and this one, I had a single uncontrolled messy experience that left me a little stunned. More just that I didn't actually know what was happening until it was out of me. Got out of my chair and felt a plop. 😐 While cleaning up, I tried to think about what warning or feelings I had, and aside from being focused on work I for the life of me couldn't think of a single warning I usually at least feel something. This time, on the other hand it just was over before I felt anything at all. Messing is definitely becoming easier every day, sometimes I find myself needing to mess while I'm still nomming on lunch. I'd say the biggest changes are just how instinctual ? they feel? I'm find myself just helping things along and back to whatever it is I'm doing. I have very little though put into it now adays compared to when I first started so long ago. Having to change in public with friends is getting to be a nuisance, and while I still have not told them, It's getting harder to change / bring supplies in some situations. Honestly while I've done my best to keep it private, I do see the benefit in maybe telling my closest friends soon, though obviously not "hey i'm abdl xyz".. I just don't really know how to tell them without lying / having them become incredibly concerned. And I kinda enjoy keeping it a secret without being branded forever. 😶 Life is still moving forward Still happily taking one day at a time, still getting out there and enjoying life. If you have any questions let me know, I hope everyone is well!

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

I wet till the usual maybe 5-6? But we , my younger brother and me, had pee wars peeing on each others beds. And I remembered a night that mom caught us and then made us sleep in each others beds, in wet beds. That's not a good punishment , we liked it. If I was smart I would have gone back to peeing the bed on purpose . I have told this on here before , but my brother and step brother shared a king size unprotected bed and I had a bed in the same room, and I had stopped peeing by that time age 10. Well I loved to get undressed and lay in there pee bed all wet and I got really excited doing it. I wish I had still wetted the bed so we could have shared that bed..

Thank you I really appreciate the feedback, it's very encouraging

The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 57 Isabelle sat in her high chair while the grown ups continued to dine. Isabelle slouched back into the comfortable chair, listening to the conversation around her. For once, she was happy to not be the center of attention. Lola had lovingly dotted over her throughout dinner, which had been wonderful. Lola even helped feed Isabelle her dinner when Isabelle had refused to eat her broccoli, puncturing each piece with a fork and easing them one after another into Isabelle's mouth. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure why, but she was less inclined to refuse the food from Lola. But now Isabelle was very full, her tummy popping out from her shirt and revealing her bellybutton and diaper. Isabelle wasn't in the mood to talk; she wanted to listen. "You're cut off," Sam instructed Lola, as he poured the rest of the wine into his and Jane's glasses. Jane had been a little surprised that Sam let Lola have any wine, being underage and all. But his explanation had made sense. "I let her try some in the house, with me. They're teens - they're going to try. Better with me, where I can control it, then out and about where they get into trouble." Apparently Sam had thought Lola had tried enough for the night, however. Lola didn't object. "So Lola, how's school going? How's the December show coming along?" Jane asked, as she pushed her own plate of food away from her, and picked up her wine glass. "It's going really well. Dani is actually the principal dancer in that show," Lola explained, before turning to Isabelle. "You remember Dani, right sweetie? You ballet teacher?" Isabelle nodded and smiled. She simply didn't have the energy to speak, letting a yawn escape from her small little mouth. "Anyway," Dani continued, "the show is coming along great. As soon as tickets go on sale, I'll be sure to get some for all three of you." 'That sounds wonderful!" Jane responded. "Do you hear that Belly? We're going to go to a real ballet with Lola and Dani in it! Isn't that exciting?" Isabelle mustered a smile and another nod, before she started whining a little. Isabelle wasn't exactly sure why she was whining - she was just unhappy. Or uncomfortable. 'Or both,' Isabelle decided.' Isabelle's face scrunched up in frustration as her whine grew louder. "Hmmmmmmaaammmmmmmmm" "Oh is someone feeling fussy?" Sam posited, as he stood up and lifted Isabelle out of her high chair, carrying her back over to his seat, and placing Isabelle on his lap. Isabelle and Sam both felt as her wet diaper squished against his knee, Sam bouncing her up and down rhythmically as she let her weight relax against his body. "I think it's time to take someone home to bed," Jane suggested, as she finished her glass of wine, and started to stand up. "Why don't you just stay instead?" Sam proposed nervously. The thought had been on his mind all throughout dinner, though he felt as though he might be pushing the envelope with the proposal. Still, it was something he wanted. Jane was taken back by the offer, and her head started scrambling for excuses to say no. "Oh...that's really kind of you. But Isabelle doesn't have her crib here. And she doesn't have any pajamas, or her toothbrush....And she had ballet tomorrow. I don't have any of her things. It might just be a lot." Sam was disappointed, but respected the answer. Sam was about to acquiesce, when Lola, rather innocently, offered some solutions. "She slept here all last week in the bed, and was...well sort of okay. If she climbs into bed with me again its no problem. And I can just give her a t-shirt to sleep in Jane." Lola offered, only trying to help. "Plus we definitely have spare toothbrushes." Sam smiled, and turned to Jane. Sam didn't need to say anything - his eyes did all the talking. 'Let's give it a shot Jane.' Jane was about to resist again. About to put her foot down. About to end the discussion. But she stopped. 'Why? I....I want this too. I want.....I want us all to be together." Jane's posture relaxed, and she allowed herself to smile, to be happy. And Jane's eyes said her response for her. 'Okay Sam. Let's do it.' Jane didn't bother to ask Isabelle if she wanted to sleep over - there was no doubt she would want to. "Let me take her upstairs for a bath. I have a filthy little girl here," Jane said, as she picked Isabelle up off of Sam's lap. "Lola - can you get her a t-shirt to sleep in? Whatever you find will be okay." "And Sam..... ... ...thank you." In no time at all, Jane had an exhausted Isabelle in the guest bath up the stairs, naked and in the tub. Jane was scrubbing Isabelle's messy face clean when Lola opened the door to let Jane know that Lola had set a t-shirt down on the changing table. Isabelle then asked Lola to stay, which she did, much to Isabelle's excitement. Lola sat on the closed toilet seat while Jane finished washing Isabelle, before picking Isabelle up out of the tub and handing her off to Lola who held a towel open for her. Lola dried Isabelle off, before carrying her to what was turning into Isabelle's bedroom, and set her down on the changing table. As a team, Lola and Jane quickly lotioned, powdered, and diapered Isabelle, before brushing her hair out and tying it into a ponytail. Lola then pulled her old dance team t-shirt over Isabelle's head. Even though it was years old, the shirt still fell to the ground around Isabelle's feet. Jane then tucked Isabelle into the big girl bed, where she received one kiss from each of Lola and her mom. Before the lights were even off, Isabelle was fast asleep. ************************* Isabelle rubbed her eyes as she sat up on her wet padding. As she took the room in around her, Isabelle felt her heart beat a little faster. Isabelle knew where she was - it was Lola's. It wasn't that she was uncomfortable in the bed, or that she wasn't tired. 'It just feels like.......a lot of space," Isabelle thought, as she stared at the massive bed around her. 'I don't want to be here anymore.' Isabelle moved to the side of the bed, lowering herself down, accidently stepping on Lola's t-shirt as she did so. Isabelle lifted her feet and pulled her shirt up, as she felt her diaper sag down, and made her way to the door to her room. It took all of her might again, but Isabelle managed to open the door and slip through, before it shut behind her. Holding her shirt up, Isabelle tiptoed toward Lola's door, reaching and placing her hand on the knob. But Isabelle didn't turn it. 'I.....I......." Isabelle wasn't sure what it was, but her gaze was diverted away from Lola's door, and down the hall. Isabelle fixed her eyes on what she knew was Sam's bedroom. Where Sam was sleeping. "Where mommy is," Isabelle told herself. Isabelle's hand slipped off of the knob, and her feet started to turn to face Sam's bedroom door. Without thinking, instinct carried her little feet, one after the other, toward the door. Isabelle passed the staircase leading down to the main entryway; she passed another room that Isabelle figured to be an office; she passed a small living space with a leather couch and TV in it. And suddenly, Isabelle felt her small fingers wrapped around a different knob. Isabelle stood silently for a minute. Isabelle wasn't thinking any particular thoughts, or having any reservations. But Isabelle also somehow understood that this would be the first time in her life - or lives, depending on how you looked at it - that she would open the door to her mom's bed, and find not one parent, but two. It was an odd sensation, one a toddler wouldn't necessarily expect to wait over eighteen years to experience. But it didn't stop her. Isabelle twisted the knob, and pushed the door open, revealing a sight that filled her heart with wonder and warmth. In front of Isabelle lay a spacious bedroom beyond anything Isabelle had ever seen. The room was bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, making it's way in through the windows flanking either side of the room. In the center was a king-size bed that seemed to stretch on forever. Its elegant frame was adorned with intricate carvings, and even from her spot at the door, Isabelle could tell the bedding was a sea of silk and softness. Pillows of varying sizes beckoned like clouds, offering promises of comfort beyond imagination. The room was a sanctuary of luxury, where every detail had been meticulously chosen—a chandelier that sparkled like stars, a plush carpet that caressed the feet, and art adorning the walls that told stories with each brushstroke. At the center of this oasis lay Jane, Isabelle's mommy, on top of the bedsheet. Isabelle could see that she was wearing a t-shirt that didn't belong to her either, likely Sam's, and not much else. As Isabelle's eyes moved around the room, she spotted the various clothes her mom had shown up in that night; her jeans and panties were at the foot of the bed, her bra on the ground on the side she was sleeping on, and her top, interestingly, hanging on top of a nearby lamp. Beside her mommy was Sam, bare chested and slumbered peacefully. Jane's arm hung over his chest, curled at the tips of her fingers, as the two breathed in and out peacefully, as though in metronome. Sam's dress shirt lay crumpled at the foot of the bed near Jane's pants, emerging from underneath a pillow Isabelle hesitated at the doorway, her eyes wide as saucers. She felt just like a little explorer in this grand kingdom of a bedroom. Her heart pounded with a mixture of anxiety and longing as she worked out what she would do next. With a tiny, determined breath, Isabell let the door fall back behind her, and toddled towards the edge of the bed. After a pause, a small foot reached up, fingers clutched the bedsheet, and then a little girl pulled herself up and over the threshold at the foot of the bed. The mattress welcomed Isabelle with open arms, its softness enveloping her like a gentle hug. But this was not where Isabelle wanted to settle. Isabelle rolled onto her belly, using her arms to prop herself up. Gently, Isabelle crawled toward her mom and Sam, unsure where she would lay at first, but deciding ultimately, she wanted to be near both of them. Isabelle reached out, and moved her mom's arm out of the way, letting it fall off of Sam and to the side. Isabelle then climbed into the small space between her mom and Sam, nestling herself. Isabelle's heartbeat slowed to match the rhythm of the room, of her mom, of dam, before she fell right back to sleep. ******************************** Isabelle's fluttered her eyes open, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. She wasn't precisely sure where she was. Her face felt warm, and her body comfortable. But she wasn't laying on the mattress anymore. Isabelle's tiny head lay nestled on Sam's chest, her golden ponytail falling behind her as a stream of drool continued to fall from her open lips.. Each rise and fall of Sam's chest beneath her was like a gentle ride on a calming wave. Sam's heartbeat, the soothing rhythm of love and security, was the first thing Isabelle became aware of as she began to wake. With curiosity, Isabelle lifted her head slightly, her eyes meeting Sam's peaceful face. 'I don't....think I fell asleep here?' Isabelle could see that Sam's features were softened by sleep, his expression calm, relaxed, and in control. To Isabelle, he was not just her mom's boyfriend; he was a part of her world. "Good morning cutie," Sam whispered, sending a shockwave of warmth down shivering down Isabelle's body. In a moment of childish wonder, Isabelle decided to play a little game. As Sam inhaled, his chest rose, lifting her slightly. Then, as he exhaled, she gently sank back down. It was a slow, rhythmic dance between the two of them, almost like a ballet. Up and down, up and down they went, like a seesaw. Isabelle couldn't help but smile as she rested her head back down. Isabelle's giggles, like wind chimes, filled the room as she reveled in the simple joy of the moment. Sam's eyes blinked open, his heart swelling with affection as he realized the source of the delightful sounds. "Good morning, Isabelle," Jane called over, as she came out of the ensuite bathroom, smiling at the sight of her daughter and Sam. "Are we having fun?" Isabelle responded with a bright smile, her laughter echoing in the room. Jane, awakened by the joyful commotion, popped back on to the bed next to the two of them, her shirt briefly exposing her bottom before she fixed it. Jane felt fulfilled, wonderful, spirited, and young. Most importantly, her heart warmed with love as she watched the two people she cherished most in the world, bonding in the soft light of dawn. "Okay sweetie. Fun is over. We need to get you ready for school," Jane said, as she lifted Isabelle up off the bed, or more precisely, Sam. "I have to message Jess as well and have her pick up your dance clothes," Jane continued, as she made sure her shirt was covering her body before opening the door to the hall. "She's just going to love this." ***************************** Isabelle woke up from her afternoon nap, feeling full of energy. Her day had been spectacular, and she couldn't wait to spend a few more hours with her friends at pre-school before they went to dance class that afternoon. As Isabelle stretched her arms above her head and sat up, she reflected on her morning. It had been incredibly special to wake up in bed with her mom and Sam. Though her mom had expressed her displeasure for not staying in her bed - "It looks like we'll need to get a crib for that room as well now" Jane had conceded over breakfast, much to Sam's satisfaction - it was a moment that Isabelle would not forget. 'In a way, it made Sam mine also now,' Isabelle thought. 'Mommy is always mine, and Lola has already been mine for sometime. But Sam......he's mine too now.' Isabelle truly felt at home with Sam, as much as she did anyone else. Isabelle was about to stand up, when she was lifted up by Miss Kelly, who routinely carried her over to the changing table and set Isabelle down. Moments later, Isabelle found herself being offered a pacifier, which she dutifully accepted without question, closing her eyes and letting Kelly go about her change. 'An even better part though was being able to have breakfast with Lola,' Isabelle thought. It was strange, waking up in the same home as Lola and eating breakfast together not as friends, 'but something different.' The best part, of the morning, however, had been when Lola had given Isabelle a present Lola bought for Isabelle after breakfast. "I got this the other day when we were shopping at the craft store. I saw you were drawing in some old journal, and thought you might rather draw in an actual proper coloring pad to use instead!' Lola had explained, before handing Isabelle the spiral-bound book. Isabelle took the coloring pad in her hands, holding it in front of her face. Isabelle was beaming, and she didn't need to know how to read to notice that Lola had written her name beautifully on the front, in a rainbow of colors: ISABELLE'S ART 'I don't.......know what to say...' was all Isabelle could think, as she starred at her new coloring pad, flipping it open to find countless empty pages, just waiting for her to fill them up. 'Thank you so much," Isabelle managed, as she looked at Lola full of thanks. 'It was perfect. And Lola was right, she did need somewhere new to color.' All concern for her investigative journal washed away; there was simply no need for it anymore, not with Dani's magical fairy coming any day now! Isabelle felt a tug on the other end of her pacifier, and reluctantly relinquished the teat from her lips. Isabelle opened her eyes as Miss Kelly set her down on her feet, and patted her freshly diapered butt as to indicate her to go on. Isabelle quickly found Julia playing with some blocks of various shapes, and worked to stack them with her. Julia explained that they were going to build a fortress, and Isabelle's job was to build the walls. Isabelle thought about protesting, having been given the easiest - 'and most borignest' - task to do when building a fortress. But Isabelle felt she was still waking up, and was more interested in her thoughts. Isabelle continued to stack blocks as best she could, but found her coordination was a little off. 'Not my best job,' Isbaelle thought, as she shifted to a new section of her wall. But her thought of the fairy returned Isabelle to her line of thinking the day prior; 'is everyone not better off with me......like this?' She couldn't deny how happy her mom was - it was as though she had a new lease on life. 'And everyone else too....' But another thought began to creep into Isabelle's mind. 'Am I better off.....too?" It wasn't so much a question that she was enjoying her new life. 'Loving it, in fact.' Even the parts that a few weeks ago would have repulsed her felt and seemed more wonderful than ever. She missed her teenage years and the dreams she had for her future. But she also cherished the love, laughter, and wonder of her toddler life. Isabelle was genuinely struggling, and for the first time, wondered - 'I don't know if I know what I want anymore.' Isabelle's thoughts shifted to the Clam Conjurer's last words to her: "I sense a storm of uncertainty in your heart as well, little one. When the time comes, you must learn to quell that storm on your own. You already have everything you need to do it." It felt like that storm was raging inside her. And Isabelle had no answers as to how she might quell it. Isabelle worked at the wall as Julia provided additional instructions, as the two worked together for some time. Becky would always be her best friend, but in some ways, it felt like Becky was leaving Isabelle behind a bit. Sure, Isabelle was still the best dancer in the ballet class. But with each passing day, Becky's maturity in class, her ability to digest Miss Deena's classwork, and her near mastery of the potty, it seemed like Becky was just headed in another direction sometimes. Isabelle was proud of her friend, of course. But still, sometimes it was just enjoyable to be with Julia. Isabelle was glad for their friendship. Isabelle couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Julia. Sometimes, it felt like when Isabelle met her eyes, Julia just understood what Isabelle was going through, understood the challenges of Isabelle's everyday life. 'Sometimes it feels like she just understands what I'm going through, And it feels good to feel understood.' Sick of spending too much time on serious thoughts, Isabelle shook off her mind, and decided to focus on the task at hand. Lifting several blocks, Isabelle made her way over to Julia to help her finish the fortress, stacking the remaining blocks as high as their heads, careful to balance each one before setting it down. Just like that, Isabelle exchanged the thoughts of life, or her desires, of her challenges for those of play, of fun, of laughter and of giggles, as she and Julia - and Becky soon after, joined to finish playing in their castle. "Becky! Isabelle! Time to go!" Isabelle turned her head as she heard Jess calling out from the front, and chased after Becky as she ran up toward her mom, waddling along the way. Isabelle grabbed hold of Jess's legs, as Jess held Becky in her arms, both toddlers hugging her with all their respective might. "Okay girls. Okay. Let's let go of me please," Jess said laughing, as she set Becky down next to Isabelle. "How were they today?" Jess asked Miss Deena, as she approached to sign the kids out. "Oh well Becky continues to be a superstar. No accidents at all today. And she went to the potty all by herself each time!" "Oh my god! Becky! Amazing. You know what this means! But we'll start tonight sweetie, okay?" Jess said, Becky beaming back with a big smile. "And our Isabelle was a perfect little girl too. Definitely not ready for potty training yet, but we'll get there eventually! She was a little quiet today though. Do you know why?" Jess grinned mischievously. "Oh I think I might. Isabelle and her mommy had a sleepover at mommy's friend's house, didn't you sweetie?' Jess teased, though it went right over Isabelle's head, who merely confirmed. "I think you actually got to meet Lola last week right? Jane and her dad Sam have been together a few months now......................over........................................amazing......................" Isabelle lost interest as the conversation continued, but it wasn't much longer before Jess was saying goodbye, and picked Isabelle up and on to Jess's hip. "Becky, you be a big girl and hold mommy's hand while I carry Belly," Jess instructed, as her daughter obliged. The rest of the way to ballet class was uneventful. Isabelle sat comfortably in Eric's car seat, Becky to her left side in her booster seat. Not long later, Isabelle was lifted out of the car seat, and carried into the ballet studio, where Jess worked to dress both girls, starting with Becky, and then shifting to getting Isabelle dressed. Jess pulled off Isabelle's pants, and worked Isabelle's tights up over her swollen diaper, assessing that it could it make through the ballet class. Jess then helped Isabelle into her leotard, observing as the toddler's diaper bulge was accentuated further and further with each layer of clothing. Jess could hardly stifle her chuckle at the sight of Isabelle's ballooning bottom as she worked to tie Isabelle's hair into a neat bun, before patting her on the butt to send her on her way. "Oops!" Jess exclaimed, reaching back into Isabelle's ballet bag with one hand and grabbing hold of Isabelle with the other. "Almost forgot! Your slippers sweetie. Let's get them on," Jess said, as Isabelle stretched her little legs out for Jess so Jess could put Isabelle's shoes on for her. As each of her wiggly toes settled perfectly into her ballet slippers, Isabelle once again felt whole. Isabelle felt unstoppable as she stood up, hugging Jess to thank her for helping Isabelle get dressed. Isabelle felt grateful, as she glided toward her class, as they were getting into position with Dani to stretch. Isabelle felt joyful as Dani smiled at her, and she bent over to touch her hands to her toes. And Isabelle felt complete, complete in her outfit, complete as she watched her mom walk into the studio from between her legs, complete as the warmth of her ballet slippers overtook her little body. "Looking great there Belly!" Dani said, complimenting Isabelle's work through the stretching routine. Dani had positioned herself next to Isabelle as she led the group through their next stretch. "Are you going to be our first performer through the routine we practiced? You were so great on Tuesday! It would be super helpful if you were willing to go first for everyone! It would be such a big help to me. What do you say?" Isabelle was nervous. 'First? I never like to go first. But Dani did say I would be a big help.' Isabelle decided that she would do it. "Okay Dani! Also. Did you talk to the magic fairy yet? When is she coming? When? When? Is her name Serafina?!?" Isabelle was too excited. Dani had said it would be soon, even this week. And it was already Thursday. Dani couldn't help but laugh. "Oh she's coming sweetie. I think you'll get to see her on Saturday! And how did you know her name already?" Dani asked playfully. "Fairy names are super secret! You can't tell anyone that you know her name Belly!" Isabelle hadn't known. 'I better listen. I don't want to upset Serafina if she finds out that I've been saying her name!' Isabelle made a motion across her lips like she was zipping them shut, and continued through the stretching routine as Dani shifted positions once more. "Alright, little ballerinas," Miss Emily called out, ending the stretching session. "Today we are going to work on one of the most important ballet moves—called pliés," Miss Emily announced, her voice sweet and melodic. "We worked on these a little bit when we prepared the routine, but were going to perfect them now. Plié means to bend, and it's the foundation of many ballet steps. Today, we're going to work on getting your bends right. You want them strong, stable, and low, accentuating every movement as you do it. Miss Dani will demonstrate." The girls watched with rapt attention as Miss Dani demonstrated the graceful movement. Miss Dani repeated the process so the girls could see again, Isabelle paying strict attention. Dani stood tall with her arms gently curved, and then, with fluid grace, she bent her knees and lowered herself, spreading her legs elegantly, all while maintaining perfect posture. Miss Emily joined in after Dani, the two moving in perfect unison to demonstrate the movement for the class again. Isabelle looked at Becky and Julia; each were equally enchanted at Miss Emily and Dani's elegance. 'I wanna be able to look like that,' Isabelle thought, as she stood up with the class, ready to try. "Now, it's your turn, my little stars," Miss Emily encouraged, beckoning the toddlers to join them. "Everyone to the barre first. We are going to try on the barre first. Everyone make sure to leave enough space between you." Isabelle, Becky, and Julia took their positions on the barre next to each other, their small hands gripping the ballet barre for support. Miss Dani stood behind them, ready to assist. "Remember, girls, heels together, toes apart," Miss Emily reminded them. "Heels together. Toes apart. Heels together. Toes apart. Now, let's plié together. Ready? And go!" The three friends hesitated for a moment, their eyes locked on Miss Emily. Then, with a collective deep breath, they bent their knees, lowering themselves just as they had seen their instructors do. Tiny smiles of determination graced their faces. "Very good, my little dancers!" Miss Emily praised, her voice filled with warmth. "Now, let's try it again." For the next few minutes, the studio echoed with the soft sounds of ballet slippers and the giggles of the three friends as they practiced their pliés. Miss Emily and Miss Dani moved among them, offering gentle guidance and encouragement. For her part, Isabelle felt the maneuver came with ease. It was as if she had mastered the movement after only a few attempts. Standing, lowering, flowing, and up. Isabelle moved through the sequence with precision, with grace, and with elegance. Isabelle felt her hands naturally release from the barre, performing the movement perfectly without the support of the barre all the same. "Amazing work Isabelle! Seriously! That's about as perfect as I've ever seen!" Dani said truthfully, complimenting her protégé. "Keep going at it." Isabelle couldn't help but smile. It felt wonderful being good - no, being great - at something. It felt even better have Dani there to watch, to see, to acknowledge it. As the class continued, Isabelle, Becky, and Julia found their confidence growing. Isabelle saw that even her friends were getting better with the movement, but none so well as Isabelle. "Alright everyone. Now let's take a little break, before we go through our routine we practiced on Tuesday. Everyone is going to take a turn performing," Miss Emily explained. "Dani, why don't you walk through the steps one more time as a reminder for everyone while they catch their breath." Isabelle took a seat near where her mom, Jess, and Kat were sitting along with Julia and Becky. While Julia and Becky were glad to fool around and watch Dani, Isabelle found herself distracted by the conversation going on behind her. It was her mom's voice that drew her attention first. "......................................amazing...............and I mean. A-Maze-Ing.............................." "....................just crawled into.......................................what did you do?" 'That was Kat,' Isabelle knew. She didn't even need to to turn before her mom responded. "What could I do..............................zero energy left in me.........................fell fast asleep................" "..............................Lola? Wasn't it weird with her in the........................................" "Kinda. But..................................................bit my lip so hard trying to be quiet..................failed............................" "Ugh. Jealous..........................................................next?" Isabelle could hear her mom hesitate before she answered the question directed toward her. Longer than Isabelle expected. Long enough that Isabelle turned, just in time to hear the whole response once Jane was ready to answer. "Everything. Everything I hope." Isabelle wasn't sure what the question was, but smiled at her mom's confident response, observing as Jess lay her head on her mom's shoulder in support. 'Me too mom. Whatever it is. I want it all.' It was all Isabelle could think. "Okay everyone. Let's get started!" Isabelle heard Miss Emily call out, snapping her attention back to the task at hand. "Do we have any volunteers to go first?" Isabelle realized in that moment that she had technically volunteered earlier in the class. But Isabelle was feeling too nervous to raise her hand. Until Dani came over. "You can do it sweetie. I promise. It will be great!" Dani whispered into Isabelle's ear, encouraging the girl as she was starting to lose color in her face. But Isabelle knew Dani was right. 'I can do this. I will do this.' Isabelle couldn't be certain if it was her or her ballet slippers speaking, but without thinking, her arm went into the air. "I'll go first Miss Emily!" Isabelle called out, and turned to see her mom beaming with pride. Isabelle, with her golden hair neatly pinned back and her pink tutu shimmering in the studio light, took her position in the front of the class. As she turned, her stomach filled with anxiety, to face the crowd, she saw her friends, Becky and Julia smiling back at her. She saw her mom and Jess, and even Kat, beaming with pride and smiles. And she felt the warmth of her ballet slippers flow through every inch of her body. So Isabelle smiled back, filled with excitement, and ready to dance. Her tiny ballet slippers kissed the polished floor as she curtsied gracefully to the polite applause of her audience. As soon as the music began to play, the world around Isabelle changed. But Isabelle didn't wait for it to do so - she simply danced. As the ballet studio faded away, as the stage developed underneath her, Isabelle was unfazed. As Isabelle gracefully bent into her first plié, emphasizing the lessons she learned that day, she took no notice of the curtains as they fell down along the stage, as the balconies and orchestra rolled out in front of her. As the delicate melody that seemed to carry the dreams of a thousand dancers and Isabelle all at once played around her, as she flowed across the stage under a golden chandelier . Isabelle's eyes sparkled as she gracefully moved through her routine—a series of pliés, tendus, and arabesques. Grand Jetés, fouettés, and pirouettes galore. Butterflies flew in her stomach as Isabelle lifted herself into an attitude derrière, a tour en l'air, cambre, gargouillade. It no longer mattered where she had been transported; it was about the dance, about the performance. Isabelle could feel herself reaching the climax of the routine. Nothing else mattered. All through the routine, Isabelle's pliés were executed with a charming blend of focus and innocence. Isabelle bent her knees with such precision, her heels always together, toes elegantly turned outward. Her little arms curved gracefully as she held her pose, her fingers reaching for the imaginary stars above. But the highlight of Isabelle's performance was yet to come—the grand plié. Isabelle had been practicing for this moment in her mind, and even though she only needed to do a regular plié to end, she wanted to show Dani and Emily what she could do. 'I want to show myself. It was time to shine. With the audience in front of her holding their breath, Isabelle lowered herself into the deepest plié she had ever attempted, her tiny knees bending as far as they could go. Isabelle lowered herself, further, pushing and straining her muscles to perform at the highest level, her knees bending out further than she ever imagined they could. As Isabelle held the pose, her face lit up with determination and pride. The room seemed to hold its breath in unison, captivated by her performance. And then it all faded around her. The stage, the audience, the balconies, the drapes, and the chandelier. They all fell into the abyss. But Isabelle held. She held her pose with a smile. She held it firm. She held it strong. She held it elegantly, as the world around her began to re-form. Soon enough, Isabelle found herself back in the ballet studio, in front of her friends, in front of Dani, in front of her mom. But she continued to hold her spot. And then, in an unexpected twist of fate, the strain of the grand plié became too much for Isabelle. A look of surprise crossed her face, and she let out a tiny gasp, so small that only a parent might catch it. Or, well, at least Jane did. And Jess. And Kat. And Dani. And Emily. And probably more than a few other parents as well. In fact, it was all the parents who knew precisely what was happening. All the parents who politely did their best to not laugh, but it was simply irresistible. Because it was in that moment, at the bottom of her grand plié, that Isabelle's body decided to release a huge, mushy load of poop into her diaper. It was in that moment, as Isabelle held her position perfectly, that anyone other than a toddler could see Isabelle pushing the mess out of her bottom, her diaper and leotard pushed out to their limit. It was in that moment, that the room simply filled with laughter—a spontaneous eruption of amusement and understanding as Jane stood up, the proud parent of the poopy ballerina, and led the applause as she made her way over to Isabelle. "Great work Isabelle!" Dani called out through her own laugh, before helping Jane ease Isabelle to the side. "You really were wonderful sweetie. But I think you need to go with your mommy now" Dani added, before turning back to the group to held the next dancer. Jane picked Isabelle up, pressing the mushy mess further against Isabelle's bum. But Jane couldn't be bothered. She was so proud. "You were amazing my beautiful girl," Jane said, planting a kiss on her smiling daughter. "Now let's go change that poppy bottom in the car, so we can watch your friends too, okay love?" Isabelle smiled obliviously. From Isabelle's perspective, she had just performed her butt off - literally. And she had been wonderful. "Otay mommy!"

Apologies for the delay - work has been insanely busy, and I have been managing some other matters as well that have prevented me from writing as much as I'd like. But you aren't interested in my excuses! Without further ado! The Ballet Slippers - Chapter 56 "Exploration has resumed, though not without its challenges." Investigator-astronaut Isabelle spoke clearly into her space journal log on her wrist, careful to pronounce each word as she spoke. Isabelle couldn't believe how lacking her captain's log had been of late. 'But it makes sense, with the limited travel and even more limited activity.' "The high cosmic pressure zone has not only failed to break, but continues to increase in intensity," Isabelle explained. "My body continues to suffer from the known impacts, but unfortunately, we could not anticipate the full extent of it. Mobility has been an issue. I have found myself less balanced while moving about the ship, and coordination is becoming problematic. I am..." Isabelle paused as she released a large pee into her new diaper "...doing my best to push through the effects. But they are brutal." Isabelle waddled forward along she shore, before jumping into the water in front of her, using her suit's bubble blaster to push her further down into the water. "In addition, we have exhausted our supply of investigator-astronaut diapers, causing some complications. Fortunately. Senior First Officer Rabbity has developed a new product, which I am compelled to beta test for the entire Rainbow Command, else abandon the mission." Isabelle lowered the power on her bubble blasters, slowing her descent. "The new product, which we have dubbed the 'Cushioned Rear Inflatable Bum' is a marvel of engineering. Not only is the Cushioned Read Inflatable Bum far, far more comfortable than the standard issued investigator astronaut diapers, but there are practical uses as well. Though substantially bulkier, the absorbency of the Cushioned Rear Inflatable Bum is roughly quadruple the standard issue investigator astronaut diapers, allowing for longer periods of time between changes. Though with the extended exposure to the cosmic pressure taking its toll, frequent changes are still needed." "The name could use some help," Isabelle added for her journal. "For now, we simply call it the "C.R.I.B." Isabelle smiled as she felt her soaked C.R.I.B around her waist, the squishy diaper providing not just safety and comfort, but pleasure. 'I'm not sure I've ever worn something so wonderful,' Isabelle thought, keeping that thought out of her journal and for herself. Such thoughts would be of little use to Rainbow Command. Isabelle sighed as she turned her bubble blasters off all together, swimming independently toward her destination. Though her mobility on the ship had become challenging, Isabelle noticed that she had become quite the talented swimmer. 'Not sure where I learned this stroke....but it's great!' Isabelle could hardly believe how well she was swimming through the planetary waters. It was as if she was a whole new diver! Isabelle's sparkling silver suit that glistened like stars as she ventured deeper toward the Clam Conjurer's lair. Her golden locks danced as she swam around vibrant coral reefs and schools luminescent fish. Even within her helmet on, the air was filled with the scent of salty ocean breeze, a ever present reminder of the planet's watery embrace. 'It's so peaceful here,' Isabelle remarked for herself. Guided by her determination - and the assistance of the local dolphins from the bar - Isabelle set out toward the Clam Conjurer—a mystical being said to possess the power to control Aquaria's elements. Isabelle's heart beat with a mixture of hope and wonder as she followed her instincts, the thrill of adventure propelling her forward. Well, that and her feet, which she had learned somewhere help to use with your swimming. Isabelle dipped into the dark, open crevasse in the sea floor the dolphins had told her about. It didn't seem like it went anywhere at first, but Isabelle continued through, spotting an opening on the far end of it. Isabelle was shocked as she emerged on the other side, which was no longer dark, but bright as day. Isabelle continued along the only path available to her, floating through sun-dappled seagrass and beneath coral archways. Finally, Isabelle's journey led her to a secluded grotto. Isabelle's mind was distracted by the faint music surrounding her as she slowly made her way into the grotto. Isabelle's eyes darted in every direction, catching glimpses of the singing mermaids that surrounded the peaceful grotto. Their tails shimmered as they moved gracefully behind the seaweed beds. "The music here is unlike anything I have heard before. The sweet melody of the mermaids almost puts you to sleep. We should return to explore this phenomenon another time. Perhaps it could serve a use on the ship to help put the crew to sleep," Isabelle articulated for the journal, before returning her eyes toward the middle of the grotto. There, nestled within a bed of pearls, sat the Clam Conjurer. The clam's iridescent shell shimmered with a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, its presence radiating with ancient wisdom. "Hello, brave investigator-astronaut Isabelle" the Clam Conjurer greeted in a voice as gentle as an ocean whisper. "I have been waiting for you." "You know me?" Isabelle asked. 'What a foolish question - of course the conjurer knows you Isabelle!' Isabelle couldn't believe she had embarrassed herself so. Isabelle worked to re-compose herself, her eyes meeting the clam's, and she recounted her mission to quell the storm that hindered her exploration of Aquaria's depths. The Clam Conjurer merely chuckled. "Of course I do brave explorer. And I know why you have come. Sadly I cannot help you. Yet. There is a price to pay, you see." Isabelle's shoulders fell. 'Another test! Another barrier in my way!' What else would she have to do in order to get to her treasure. It was too much. The Clam Conjurer sensed Isabelle's defeat. "Do not fret young one. For my price is simple. You must only answer three riddles to gain the power you seek. Are you prepared to do so?" Isabelle's head perked up. "Riddles? I can do Riddles!' Isabelle nodded. "I am, Clam Conjurer. I am prepared." The Clam Conjurer bent its shell into a smile. "Very good. I sensed you were ready. Here you go, but I warn you, you have only one guess per riddle, else I cannot help you." Isabelle nodded affirming her understanding. Isabelle clutched her hand into a fist, preparing her body and mind for what was to come. "Let's go!" "Very well," the Clam Conjurer replied. "Cozy swaddle, soft and warm, In cribs I'm found. I'm often norm. Babies love to cuddle and snuggle, What am I, their comfort's double?" 'What is it.....' Isabelle wondered. 'Cozy......warm....and soft. I remember feeling like that....with Lola.' Isabelle thought to herself. 'Maybe the answer is bed?....but they are also found in cribs.....and the clam said babies like to cuddle them. You can't really cuddle a bed." Isabelle continued to ponder as she released her bladder once more into her C.R.I.B, the result expanding her legs fully apart. 'Of course!' "It's a blanky!" Isabelle called out. She knew she had to br right. "You are correct. But the next riddle will not be so easy!" Isabelle gulped. 'The last one was already a challenge!' But the Clam Conjurer continued, without hesitation. "Soft and huggable, by day and by night, In children's arms, I find delight. With button eyes and a stitched-on smile, I'm a friend through adventures, mile after mile. What am I?" 'Soft.....huggable.......delight. Is it.....mommy?' Isabelle wondered. It seemed too easy. "Mommy is so huggable, and she is around day and night......but also......a friend. Mommy isn't a friend. Mommy is a mommy.....hmmm.' Isabelle felt a pressure building inside of her, one she couldn't quite identify. 'Maybe it's Dani. Dani is a friend! And also huggable!' Isabelle was pretty sure that was the answer, but then something held her back. "Stitched smile? Button eyes.......I don't know. I don't know what it could be. Isabelle needed help. 'If only Rabbi-" But then it hit her "RABBITY! My stuffie!" The Clam Conjurer considered Isabelle's answer. "Acceptable response. The answer is of course, a stuffed animal. Beware young one, I will not be so gracious with the last riddle. You must get it exactly right, or you shall leave empty handed." Isabelle gulped, her stomach stirring louder from the nerves. 'Or whatever.' She couldn't be distracted by her tummy. She needed to focus. "Here you are," the Clam said. "In a bundle of fabric, I'm sometimes concealed, My presence revealed, when a deed's unsealed. Though not the most pleasant, I serve a purpose true, A part of a baby's life, this shall be your clue. Changing me is quite a task, What am I, you must unmask?" Isabelle stared at the Clam. She had nothing. She had absolutely nothing. 'Bundle of fabric? Deed unsealed? What task? What must I unmask?' Isabelle was growing increasingly nervous she wouldn't be able to solve it. Her stomach was twisting into knots. She was sweating in her suit. 'I can't let them all down. I can......can't.....' Isabelle closed her eyes. She balled up her hands into fists, straining for the answer. 'Focus Isabelle. Focus.' She couldn't let her crew down. 'You need to Focus.' Isabelle squeezed her hands tightly, her knees naturally lifting as she hovered in front of the Clam. She had to think. 'Think harder than I ever have before. I can't let myself down.' Isabelle's mind was racing. It felt like there was something holding her back. 'Something blocking my mind.' Her hands tightened once more, as her thighs slowly parted in her squatted position. 'I need to free my mind. I can feel it. Feel the answer coming!' Isabelle knew she just needed to uncork the block that was holding her back. 'Almost....there.' Isabelle inhaled deeply. 'I will not fail,' Isabelle commanded herself. 'I cannot fail!' Isabelle called out, pushing her hardest to break the blockage. And with that, and with all of her might. Isabelle pushed. She pushed and pushed, her face turning bright red. She pushed more, the blockage starting to free. She pushed harder, the relief coming to her body, her mind. She pushed one last time, with all her might. And with her final push she freed herself. A sense of eternal bliss overcame Isabelle, as Isabelle loaded her C.R.I.B with wave after wave of mushy poop. With each wave, Isabelle felt grace, peace, and joy as her body and mind were seemingly freed from whatever it was that was holding them back. Isabelle continued to push more and more poop into her C.R.I.B, floating in extasy in the planet's sea, the songs of the mermaids filling her heart, her mind, her soul. A smile crept over her face, replacing the strain and stress that had been there just moments prior. And just as the last wave of poop entered her C.R.I.B., as Isabelle's mess had pressed against the C.R.I.B.'s capacity and had nowhere else to go, as her stinkies spread against her butt cheeks, and as Isabelle's legs spread apart further than she believed they could be, Isabelle lost control, lost track of what she was doing, of where she was, and inadvertently uttered an answer she had not intended. "Poopieee.......diapeee......" Isabelle muttered, through a satisfied smile, catching her breath. But it was too late. And Isabelle knew she had screwed up. Isabelle had offered the Clam Conjurer a response. "Correct, little one." 'Correct?' Isabelle wondered. 'What was correct? What were we even....' But Isabelle was cut off again before she could finish her thought. The Clam Conjurer's shell opened slightly, revealing a luminous pearl. "Take this pearl," it said, "and present it to the heart of the storm. It will heed your plea and still the tempest." Isabelle reached in and took the pearl as instructed, thanking the Clam Conjurer for its aid. But as she turned to leave, the Clam Conjurer left her with one parting remark, "I sense a storm of uncertainty in your heart as well, little one. When the time comes, you must learn to quell that storm on your own. You already have everything you need to do it." Isabelle nodded, though she was not sure why, before turning on her bubble blasters and heading back to the ship. With the pearl held close, Isabelle's determination soared. She would return to the storm's heart, and end the blight on the planet once and for all. ******************************* ""Time to wake up, sweetheart," Jane cooed, her voice a gentle melody that roused Isabelle from her slumber. Isabelle's eyes blinked open, and for a moment, she looked at her mom with drowsy curiosity. As Isabelle's haze of sleep slowly lifted, however, a telltale scent wafted through the air—the unmistakable fragrance that announced a stinky diaper was in the crib. Isabelle shifted on her back as she felt the mushy comfort spread underneath her. She couldn't help but smile, even the smell not bothering her in the slightest. Jane stifled a chuckle, knowing that Isabelle's morning surprise awaited. "Did someone make a midnight messy for Mommy?" Jane asked with a playful grin, her tone one of shared amusement as she picked Isabelle up from the crib, and playfully sniffed her butt. "Whooooooooooooweeee. That is a stinky present!". Isabelle's cheeks turned rosy, her tiny giggle a melodic response. She wriggled in her her mother's arms, her excitement for the day ahead undeniable. "Alright, my little explorer, let's see what we've got here." With practiced ease, Jane carefully laid Isabelle on to her changing table, and got to work on her daughter's diaper. "Looks like someone had a busy night," Jane teased, her voice a symphony of affection. 'It's been a long time since you left me an overnight poopy present sweetie," Jane said, as she worked to wipe Isabelle's bottom down with cold wipes. "I hope we're not going to make a habit of this again!" Isabelle made no promises. She simply smiled. Smiled and smiled and smiled and smiled, as her mom cleaned her up, and soon she was in a clean, fresh diaper. "There we go. Smelling MUCH better now sweetie! Let's have a great day!" Jane professed, as she lifted Isabelle on to her hip and carried her downstairs. Indeed, it was a great day. After her delicious breakfast, Isabelle was off to preschool once more. Isabelle spent the morning in Miss Deena's class doing art, painting popsicle sticks and then using them to make a house on some construction paper. Isabelle didn't mind that her house kept tumbling; she was having too much fun to care. After a lengthy hand washing, Isabelle enjoyed her lunch with Julia and Becky, laughing and giggling as they shared stories and funny imaginative games. Becky and Julia were both fascinate as Isabell regaled them of tales from Aquaria, the first time she had shared her mystery planet with anyone in detail. "Maybe we can come visit one time!" Becky proclaimed. Isabelle nodded; her friends would always be invited on her journeys. After a nap - and more than a few more diaper changes - the class spent the afternoon shifting between stations like they had the week prior. Isabelle loved every second of her day, moving from block building, to letters and counting, to playing house with a few of her classmates, and then to reading with Miss Samantha, each activity was more fun than the last. Isabelle was halfway through a game of Sugarland - she had just passed through the gumdrop forest with a double purple card! - with Becky and Miss Samantha when she heard her mom's voice over her shoulder. "Belly! Mommy is here! Come, we need to go. We're going on a special trip!" Isabelle perked up and turned to see her mom, running over to her and welcoming her with a big hug. Whatever the surprise was, Isabelle couldn't wait. *************** Jane pushed Isabelle around the store in the shopping cart, Isabelle's eyes planted firmly on her mom. 'Its going to be the bestest surprise ever!' Isabelle knew it. Whatever it was going to be. Though in reality, Isabelle had no idea where they were off to. "It's going to be perfect sweetie. I promise! You're going to love your surprise." Jane was confident she had a great idea, and knew Isabelle would have fun in the store. Isabelle didn't need more assurance - if her mom promised it would be fun, nothing else mattered. It took a moment, but Isabelle recognized where they were as her mom pushed her around the store; it was a Halloween costume store. Isabelle wasn't sure what they were going to pick up, but she was excited nonetheless. Isabelle's little fingers reached for every outfit that caught her eye—a pirate, a superhero, even a friendly ghost. There were wigs, hair dye, masks and wands. There were all sorts of amazing costumes Isabelle couldn't; keep her gaze fixed. 'It's fortunate really,' Jane thought, as she maneuvered around the store, 'how easily distracted she is sometimes.'. In fact, Jane took advantage of Isabelle's lack of focus, turning the cart so Isabelle was not only facing away from her, but was facing racks and racks of colorful costumes to distract her. Jane quickly identified a rack adorned with magnifying glasses and fake mustaches, taking one of each and placing them into her basket behind Isabelle. Jane then found a rack of trench coats, and even a vest, adding them to her pile. Isabelle was content to simply move around the store with her mommy. She was feeling a little tired from her long day, and was happy to rest in the cart while she was pushed around. Isabelle felt her diaper warm up as she released her afternoon juice into the thirsty padding, smiling and simply allowing the events to unfold. But the store was starting to get repetitive, and Isabelle was ready to see her friend. "Mommy - are we going to see Lola and Sam soon?" Jane felt as though she found everything she needed, locating a fake pipe which blew bubbles, and a set of gloves, laughing to herself as she envisioned Isabelle in the outfit she had collected. "Very soon sweetie." Jane was looking at a rack of silly hats to cap off the outfit when she saw it; Jane's eyes widened when she spotted a deerstalker hat perched atop a children's mannequin. The hat's distinct design with its two flaps turned up on the sides held a special allure. Jane chuckled softly. 'It's perfect.' Jane slipped the hat off of the mannequin, dropping into her basket. "Yes sweetie. Just as soon as we are finished here. We're going to go over to Lola's for dinner tonight. Doesn't that sound fun?' "YAY!" Isabelle called. It did, in fact, sound fun. With a smile of satisfaction, Jane had gathered the pieces for Isabelle's special costume. A magnifying glass to hold, ready for any close examination. A trench coat and vest to secure her small frame, exuding an air of mystery and intrigue. The mustache and bubble pipe adding a touch of whimsy. And of course, the crowning jewel—the deerstalker hat—was carefully placed into bags as Jane checked out. ************************************** "Sorry we're late" Jane offered as an explanation, as she carried Isabelle on her hip into Sam's home. "I was at the store getting someone's costume for Halloween, and it took a little longer than I thought." Jane leaned in and kissed Sam on the lips while she continued to hold Isabelle. Isabelle smiled as she felt her mom's heartbeat go faster. "Not problem at all!" Sam responded. "Are you excited for Halloween Belly?" Sam asked, as he extended his arms out to take Isabelle from Jane. "Yes!" Isabelle proclaimed aloud, as her mom handed her over to Sam. Isabelle wrapped her arms around Sam's next before mimicking her mom, and kissing Sam on the cheek. Isabelle then laid her head down on Sam's shoulder. "Oh lucky me I get a kiss tonight from two girls! And maybe a third girl will give me a kiss too!" Sam called up the stairs, clearly teasing his own daughter. Isabelle giggled as Lola called down in response. "Fat chance!" "Thanks Sam. I'm going to take her up to give her a change though. She's soaked." Jane explained, as she finished hanging her windbreaker up and set her bag down. "I still can't believe you bought that outrageous thing," Jane chided, referring to the changing table. "Though it is coming in handy...." Jane admitted, as she extended her arms out just as Lola made her way down the stairs. "It is handy. And nonsense," Sam responded. "You hang out with Lola and I'll get her changed real quick," Sam said, as he turned to pass his daughter. "LOLA!" Isabelle called out, reaching for her as they passed. Lola leaned it and kissed Isabelle on the cheek, before rubbing her nose to Isabelle's. "Really dad?" Lola responded, turning her attention to her dad. "You? Diapers? I never thought I'd see the day!" Lola teased, laughing as she moved toward Jane, the two embracing like old friends. "I will have you know," Sam began explaining, as he carried Isabelle up the stairs, "that I changed your POOPY butt more times than I can count Lola. Why don't you just worry about getting Jane a glass of wine instead?" Sam's remarks succeeding in embarrassing Lola more than she cared to admit, so she didn't pursue the conversation further. Instead, Lola took Jane's hand and led her into the kitchen. For Isabelle's part, Sam's remarks led her to think of Lola wearing diapers, a thought that caused her to laugh and pee uncontrollably in Sam's arms. Sam noticed what was happening immediately. "Good girl. Get it all out now. I don't need you peeing on me upstairs!" Sam joked, as he carried Isabelle up toward the bedroom with the changing table As Sam approached the changing table, his palms felt clammy, and his heart raced. It had been a long time since he had been responsible for a diaper change, and the nerves were undeniable. The nerves weren't necessarily about the diaper change - he really had done plenty of those - but more about showing Jane that they could be a partnership moving forward. 'That I can be a father to her,' Sam thought. Sam laid Isabelle on the changing table, her bright eyes fixed on Sam with a mixture of curiosity and and comfort. Her tiny fingers played with the edge of the soft padding underneath her to east her anxieties. It hadn't occurred to Isabelle either at that point that Sam would be changing her for the first time. For Isabelle, she simply felt safe with him. "Okay, Isabelle," Sam muttered to himself, his voice a mix of determination and trepidation. "You and me, kiddo. We've got this." Sam began to carefully undo the diaper, tearing the removable sides, each movement slow and deliberate. Isabelle watched him intently, her little face a portrait of curiosity. As the diaper came off, Sam couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, Isabelle, it seems like you've been quite busy in there. I am surprised this thing stayed on you at all," he said, his voice lightening with amusement. Sam gently cleaned Isabelle with utmost care, his touch light and tender. He sang a soft lullaby, his voice a soothing balm that filled the room. Isabelle couldn't help but giggle at the joke. "Almost done," Sam remarked, as he pulled out one of the thick diapers Dani had put her in, and placed in underneath her, before spraying and patting powder on the sweet girl. "There we go," Sam said with a relieved smile as he fastened the clean diaper in place. "All done, Isabelle. You were a champ." As Sam lifted Isabelle from the changing table and cradled her in his arms, a feeling of warmth and accomplishment washed over him. Isabelle nestled against him, her tiny fingers grasping the fabric of his shirt between the buttons, the very tips of her fingers grazing against the hairs on his chest. Sam smiled as he felt Isabelle's tiny fingers against his chest; it served as both a memory of wonderful times with Lola, as well as a promise of what could be. "What do you say to dinner now sweetie?" Isabelle nodded, and firming her grip against Sam. 'Food does sound good.'