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Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Walking beyond the line of trees Sam looked for a spot that would give her some space. After walking a few yards into the forest it almost felt like she had entered a different world. It was darker and cooler as the tall trees blocked the sun. Sound seemed to be dampened as well. The trees blocking off everything that wasn’t in the tiny clearing Sam now stood in. It would’ve been beautiful if it hadn’t been for the smell. That wasn’t the forest’s fault though. The floor was soft thanks to the dead pine needles that littered the ground creating a natural pillow. Sam let go of the bag and decided this was as good of a place as any. She pulled out one of the clean baby diapers and placed it on a stump nearby. Grimacing, Sam crouched down to untie her shoes. It meant feeling the messy waste in the back of her pants spreading further as she lowered herself. It was gross. Sam looked around to make sure there was no one watching and then finally pulled down her pants. As she stepped out of her clothes she checked to make sure there was no leakage, thankfully the diaper seemed to have contained everything. She felt a little impressed at how much punishment these disposables could take. “Alright.” Sam muttered to herself as she looked down, “How am I going to do this?” It was a legitimate question. Sam knew that there would be quite a mess in that diaper and she wanted desperately to avoid getting any of it on her clothes or hands. Holding up her shirt and cleaning at the same time seemed like it would be very tough. She thought about how babies were changed on their backs and decided she would give it a go that way, at least it would make it easier to keep her shirt out of the way. Sam laid down amongst the pine needles and foliage. She pulled her shirt up and out of the way before reaching for the diaper tapes. With the toilet roll at the ready she started to pull the tapes away from the front of the padding, the smell seemed to get worse with each one. When the final tape came away the front of the diaper slumped against her. She tentatively lifted it and was pleased that none of the poop had seemed to have migrated to the front of the disposable, it seemed like that would make clean up slightly easier. Getting to work Sam scrunched up her face as she tried to clean herself. It quickly became apparent how difficult it would be, it seemed like every time she cleaned one area another would be smeared, she couldn’t see behind herself either so had to tentatively try to clean whilst blind to how bad things were. Sam had no idea how long she was in that clearing working away but it felt like forever. She felt slightly panicky that she would be left behind, that her friends would just leave her there. They would see this as their chance to break away from her. It was completely irrational but she didn’t feel like she was in a rational situation. She stood up and bent over to try to finish cleaning the last hard to reach places. Finally, with the last of the toilet paper, Sam wiped all over her behind and between her legs. When the paper came away clean she let out a deep sigh of relief. The diaper was still laying open on the ground but she had been around the smell so much that her nose was actually getting used to it. She had tried to drop all the used paper in the diaper and she made sure not to leave anything behind as she folded the diaper up and taped it closed. It felt like a miracle that, as far as she could tell, she hadn’t dirtied her clothes or hands. “Sam?” Nina’s voice called out through the trees. Her friends were looking for her. Sam froze and then a second later Nina stepped out from behind a tree. She looked around and then saw Sam and the scene of the change. The small woman grabbed the diaper she had taken out for the change and used it to cover herself up like a shy toddler. “Oh, sorry.” Nina said as she spun around, “We were just starting to worry you were lost.” “It’s fine.” Sam said with a long sigh, “If you give me a second I’ll be done.” “Sure.” Nina replied. She walked over and picked at the bark of a tree and making sure not to watch Sam. Sam opened the diaper and laid it on the ground. She sat down on it and then lowered herself so she was on top of it. She looked to the side where Nina was still pointedly looking away as if the tree in front of her was the most interesting thing in the world. The temptation to ask Nina to help was strong but she couldn’t, she had blown that with her constant stream of embarrassing situations and there was no need to cause another one now. Reaching down between her legs with a grunt Sam pulled the diaper up and quickly taped it closed. It was a skill she was quickly getting good at. She sat up with loud crinkling that Nina seemed to be pretending not to hear and then she put her pants back on. “You can turn around.” Sam said as she hopped up on to a log at the back of the clearing. Nina turned and smiled as she looked around the clearing. She walked over and sat on the log net to Sam. For a good half a minute they just sat in silence listening to the birds singing above them and the leaves rustling as the wind blew through them. It was peaceful. “Been a crazy day, huh?” Nina finally said. “Things have been crazy ever since we got here.” Sam replied, “I’m really sorry about… everything.” “What? No! You have nothing to apologise for.” Nina said quickly “I feel like I do.” Sam shrugged, “You guys just want a normal holiday with friends and I’m here turning everything into a complicated mess. I’m a massive burden.” “None of it has been your fault.” Nina said, “I’m the one who should be sorry.” “Why on Earth would you need to apologise?” Sam asked. “You were right behind me on this bike ride.” Nina kicked the ground. The frustration at herself leaving a small scrape in the dirt, “You were going through all that shit and I should’ve been there to help. I should’ve heard you or checked on you or… something.” “First of all, did you mean that to be a pun?” Sam asked with a small smile, “Secondly, you couldn’t hear me. There was nothing you could’ve done. I should’ve remembered to use the toilet before we left. Even if you saw the trouble I was in what would we have done? It’s not like there’s an overabundance of bathrooms around here. It’s not your fault.” “I’ll agree it wasn’t my fault if you agree it wasn’t your fault either.” Nina said with her own smile. Sam held out her hand and Nina shook it a second later before both girls laughed themselves to silence. Sam sighed as she looked over at the balled up diaper still laying in the middle of the clearing. She found herself wondering what they were going to do with it, they couldn’t leave it there after all. “And you’re not a burden.” Nina broke the silence, “I don’t want you to ever think like that, OK?” Sam nodded her head a couple of times but didn’t really believe Nina. It was easy to say that she wasn’t a burden or that nothing was her fault but it was a lot harder to believe it. She knew that if she had stayed home the other three would be having a much smoother time. She couldn’t blame them for resenting her. She resented herself. “Besides, I don’t think I’d have come if you weren’t here.” Nina finally said. She was looking pointedly away from Sam back at the tree that had captivated her as Sam had changed. “What!?” Sam was shocked. “I’m serious.” Nina said. “But… Why?” Sam frowned as she looked at Nina. Her cheeks were red but how much that was because of the recent physical exertion Sam couldn’t know. “Because you’re my closest friend!” Nina laughed, “I would want to be wherever you were. Here, back at the dorms… Heck, I’d probably follow you home to your family in the summer if you let me.” Nina laughed but Sam was feeling a flood of emotions. The wave of affection she had felt earlier was back. She felt like she was tingling all over and she was worried she was about to faint. Nina turned to look at Sam and then did a double-take when she saw Sam was looking right back at her. The air was still and even the birds seemed to have stopped chirping. Sam climbed to her feet on the log and closed the distance to her much larger friend. She held her arms out and before Nina could say anything she wrapped them as far around Nina’s chest as they would go. She leaned against Nina’s clothes as she closed her eyes. She didn’t know what she was doing, all she knew was that she had a lot of emotions and they needed to be expressed. She didn’t trust her mouth to say them so she fell back on something a lot simpler. Just as Sam was about to pull back she unexpectedly felt Nina’s arms around her as well. Her heart fluttered as the hug was returned. No words were shared but it felt like that one physical embrace communicated more than any of their conversations had ever done. They could’ve been wrapped up there for one minute or one hour. Time seemed irrelevant to Sam, it faded into the background along with the trees around them and the sound of nature. All that existed for Sam was what she could feel. Eventually Sam felt Nina’s hands gently take her arms. They separated but Sam didn’t look away from her friend’s face. She wondered what was about to happen as her heart felt like it was about to burst. Almost imperceptibly Nina leaned forwards towards Sam. “Nina?” Amy’s voice cut into the clearing. Sam jumped and both she and Nina scooted away from each other. Just a moment later Amy came walking into the small clearing in the same direction Nina had. She looked over at the two on the log and smiled with relief. “We thought you were both lost!” Amy said, “Chrissy is just-… Are you two alright?” “We’re fine.” Sam and Nina said at exactly the same time. “You just look a little…” Amy paused to find the right word. That was quite something for Amy who seemed to know more words than the dictionary, “Flustered?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nina said. She almost sounded convincing, “I was just helping Sam.” “Right…” It sounded like Amy suspected something was going on but didn’t know what, “Anyway, you guys missed a bald eagle swooping over the lake and grabbing a fish. It was so cool!” Sam smiled. Amy started gushing excitedly about the wildlife encounter and as happy as Sam was that her friend was excited she was happier that it had distracted from asking more questions. They started making their way back to the clearing. Nina scooped up the messy diaper from the ground, she pulled out a plastic bag she had in her pocket and slipped the used disposable inside. She placed the plastic back in the backpack she had let Sam borrow and managed to do it all so smoothly Amy didn’t notice as she led the way. “Finally.” Chrissy said as the other three emerged from the trees, “I’d run out of people to send in looking for you.” “Sorry.” Sam replied with a timid little smile. “Is everything alright?” Chrissy asked. “Everything’s fine.” Nina answered, “Now let’s get eating. I’m starving.” --- If you want to find out what happens next you can do so RIGHT NOW at either of the following links: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/lplyymi677/chapter/fc4760f5-ef1f-4dd2-a4e5-7a38eaa28a2d https://subscribestar.adult/posts/1200075

After a few recent weeks of re-discovery, I’d like to pay homage to the simplest type of nappies that I own: my humble pinned, terry towelling squares. 60” x 60” white (well, mostly white: most of them have dealt with one or more “incidents”) towel-like garments, kite folded and pinned under voluminous milky-white plastic pants. Old school. They’re years old. I don’t even know how many years. Some of them are more translucent than others, having sacrificed a reasonable percentage of their mass to the demanding gods of tumble-drying but even those can still easily be augmented with a laughably-cheap 24” x 24” baby’s terry nappy as a “booster” pad or, in the possibility of foul weather being encountered on its voyage, a liner. I use cloth nappies 2 -3 nights per week in a way similar to someone devout might give up jelly beans for lent hoping to atone for a lifetime of mortal sin (clue: they’re wasting their time. Sin is the stock-in-trade currency of most religions and legions of highly inventive priests, prophets and pastors will be working hard to maintain market liquidity). I use cloth (when convenient) in the forlorn hope that doing so will offset my recreational bent for peeing into non-biodegradable, fossil-fuel-sourced plastic bags filled with pulverised tree-and-chemicals before tossing them into landfill. Twice per day. That and cloth is cheaper. Having realised that re-engineering my nappy cadence to go to bed dry and thus “catch” myself bedwetting was doing little more than re-training me at night, I’ve put the various less-than-12-hour-solution cloth “nappy garments” I have back into a holding pattern in the cupboard and dug out my trusty old towelling squares for some long-haul (12 hour) overnight flights. They work. Like an old Cleveland 351 V8, they’re not sophisticated and they can smell a bit but they absolutely will get the job done. They’re not for the faint-hearted though. From a sartorial elegance perspective, they’re more “Baby Huey” than “James Bond”. Your bum really WILL look big in them. Then there’s all of the modern odour suppression technology that we associate with cloth nappies: none at all. Pee at your peril. Secure fitting plastic pants will help mute, but not erase olfactory evidence of your misdeeds. At some point you WILL smell like a toddler, even if you think you don’t. Terries will also stretch a little when wet, a tendency that unfortunately misaligns with a tendency for them TO get wet. They can then get saggy (I can’t fathom why this wasn’t a problem for Baby Huey). Compression pants help a bit (and will additionally, obscure some of the worst of the bulk) but pinned terry nappies are probably not your weapon of choice if you were planning on going out for a run, or, if the mood takes you, a bout of pogo sticking. Bed is definitely where they are at their best. There, their visual bulk is utterly irrelevant (at least to most of the world) and their orientation towards the horizontal mutes the siren song of gravitational attraction. Bed also showcases their greatest negative virtue. Assuming anything short of criminal negligence, leaking is practically impossible in them. You’re wearing padding ALL the way around you with none of the impoverished “plastic only” bad-lands that disposables have. You’re literally wrapped in thick cloth and furthermore, that cloth, has superb “wicking” capability. Wicking (capillary action for the technically inclined) is that mysterious process whereby moisture (that’s pee in this case) is rapidly transported from “ground zero” to be dispersed across the whole nappy. This to the point where sometime after an initial wetting, the nappy at “ground zero” has de-saturated sufficiently to cop another round of fire without incident. Wicking works in defiance of gravity as it relies upon inter-molecular forces between pee and nappy fibres to transport fluid. (I’m betting that “intermolecular forces” and “nappy” don’t typically cohabitate the same sentences very often – this is how we push envelopes in our strange world). These are the ONLY nappies I have where I can lay on my side in bed and completely dump a whole bladder-full into them feeling nothing more than a comfortable warm wetness spreading down to whichever of my hips is the one on the downhill side of my position in bed and a warm glow of confidence that this warm wetness is inside my nappy and not inside my mattress. They feel wet when they get wet (in the manner of cloth) but I don’t find it at all uncomfortable. The whole “nappy wetting” sensation is probably a little more vivid in cloth and after the deed is done, it’s more of a distinctly clammy warmth in the relevant parts but even if I disliked that, the sensation fades soon enough, or I stop noticing it. I’m not sure which it is. Folded cloth nappies are relatively easy to launder. They compare and contrast nicely with some of my “all-in-one” style cloth nappies. Whilst similarly absorbent and similarly good at wicking as my folded/pinned cloth nappies, those monocoque-chassis construction adult cloth garments can pose challenges on laundry day. All that thick-core absorbency that suffered in noble silence at pee time, exacts its revenge at wash-and-dry time. Regular necessary use of anti-bacterial additive to the wash suggests that there’s some memory lingering on inside them and irrespective of whether it is pee or simply wash water, it can be very, very hard to get moisture back OUT of them. They are a LOT easier to wet than they are to dry. Folded and pin towelling nappies do not suffer from this issue. Although suitably thick whilst worn, once unpinned and unfolded it is no worse than a towel to launder. They last for years. For the last few weeks I’ve had these back on “high rotation” as a part of my weekend cloth nappy dictum. Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights have been spent pinned into these old-school nappies and I’ve noticed something. I think I’m “wetting the bed” an awful lot whilst wearing these. I’m currently reflecting on why this might be so. Standby for updates.

Sorry for not posting, been busy and the new chapters were not ready to post. I was able to get a few chapters edited. But only a couple. Hopefully I will get time soon to edit some more chapters. ~o~O~o~ Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Twenty-Nine: Punishments Allison was directing two short sleepyheads to the breakfast table the following day, where Daddie had already prepared plates of bacon and eggs waiting. He was in the process of pouring four glasses of orange juice before digging Katie’s tablet out for his daughter. She helped her regressed roommate in the highchair before strapping her in and placing the tray on the chair. Ally continued to the counter to grab two bibs, placing the first one on Katie before going to where Stacy was sitting. She said, “Stacy, place your arms down and look up, please.” When the little girl had done the requested items, she tied the bib around the exposed neck, which just got a shrug out of the second-grader. Ally asked while they were eating breakfast, “How much time do we have before church? I would like to curl the girls’ hair if possible, and where are the girls’ dresses?” “You have just under two hours, and they are the matching dresses in Katie’s closet. They can decide who wears what color,” Daddie answered. He continued jokingly, “You are trying to replace me, aren’t you, Allison,” which caused the college student to blush in response. After breakfast was done, Ally cleaned both the girls’ faces before removing the bibs and helped Katie out of her highchair before directing both the girls upstairs to Katie's room. Handing Stacy a clean panty, she sent her to the bathroom to use it. Meanwhile, the older girl was changing her roommate’s bottom. “You sure soak your diapers. I am surprised you don’t wake up wet at college,” she told the regressed girl. “Umm, my pull-up has been wet when I wake up for a few days after I get back to college from visiting here this past month,” Katie nervously said. “And you haven’t told Tiff, your Daddie, or me why?” Allison demanded while she was putting on Katie the white tights she found in the dresser as Stacy walked back into the room. “I didn’t want to worry anyone,” Katie meekly answered as Ally handed Stacy some white tights and black Mary Janes that Sara had packed. Ally turned to the closet and pulled out an orange dress and a dark yellow dress. Both dresses had white trim and black embroidery, and a bag was with them. She handed Stacy a full petticoat slip from the bag before putting the other one on Katie. “OK, don’t fight girls. Who wants what color?” she asked. In the end, Stacy ended up with the dark yellow dress, and the regressed girl ended up with the other one. After buttoning up the black buttons on both girls and tying the black sashes, she directed the girls next door to the room she was staying in to curl both of their heads. After about thirty minutes of curling and an entire can of hairspray, both girls had a head of curls with a matching hair bow in their curls. She finally told them to play nicely in Katie’s room while she got ready for church herself. “And don’t get dirty,” she told their departing backs. When Ally came back in the room to lead them downstairs, Katie asked her, “Why did you have a full can of hairspray and curling iron? You personally decided to braid your own hair.” With a red face, Ally replied, “I have been looking forward to curling your hair for a while.” “Allison Maples! You have access to my head anytime I am not here, which is most of the month. All you have to do is ask. Heck, don’t ask. Tell me you are going to do it, for all I care,” Katie told her roommate as they went down the stairs. “But at college, you are an adult,” Ally pointed out, coming off the steps. Katie thought of that statement and said, “You better ask Tiffany if I am an adult at college. She will disagree with you. I disagree with you, too. The only time I fully feel like an adult anymore is while I am in class, and that is because I force myself to be one.” Daddie walked into the kitchen when that discussion ended and said, “Stacy, what side of the car are you sitting behind, Allison or me?” “Katie’s normal spot again, please, Uncle,” she answered, which caused Katie to just look at her best friend, and Daddie and Ally just shrugged. When they got to the car in the garage, Daddie helped Katie into the booster while Ally was strapping Stacy into the car seat. Leaving the driveway, they actually followed the Bullards' car to church. “Mr. Olsen, sometime today, I need to talk to you privately without little ears around to hear,” Ally finally got up the nerve to broach the subject. He said, “Call me Adam, Allison, and I am assuming it will be about one of the two in the backseat,” causing Katie to blush. “Ok, Adam, it is, and yes, you are correct,” she said as they parked at the church next to the Bullards. Soon after the car stopped, Sara opened both passenger doors and set to work, releasing Stacy from the chair. “Mommie, you need a key to release me,” Stacy told her as Ally handed her the key. Ally said, “That was the second time she has requested sitting there. The first time, she ran to the car to beat Katie for the seat. She apparently doesn’t mind being trapped in the seat,” as Sara helped Stacy down. The six of them headed towards the church, with Adam and Mr. Bullard opening the doors for the four ladies. The greeter wondered who Allison was and got an answer of a family friend from Adam. While this was all going on, Katie and Stacy wandered to where Becka, Heather, and Jennie were milling around, bored. Heather said, “Matching dresses again? Matching themed costumes yesterday. I think you two are secretly sisters.” The two adopted sisters just blushed in response before being directed to a pew by Allison. After the preacher released them to the children’s church later in the service, Auntie released the two girls to the aisle, and they headed down to the classroom with the rest of the children. ~o~O~o~ Coming back from the classroom, Katie happens to look in the infant nursery to see Allison bouncing a fussy baby. She pointed that out to Stacy as they continued on to the common room, where they only found the two daddies. She waited patiently for Daddie to notice her before handing him her artwork and then going to sit next to Stacy on the velvet bench. After about fifteen minutes, Auntie directed the two girls toward the Bullard's car. Noticing the spot where Daddie had been parked was empty, Katie asked, “Where is my Daddie?” “He and Allison left already. Something about getting the food ready and a private discussion without little ears,” Auntie answered as she made sure everyone was seatbelted. “I'm not sure why it has to be private. I know she wants to talk to him about me waking up with wet pull-ups at college. What exactly does she want to do about them? I am not sure,” Katie ranted. “How long has this problem been happening at college, young lady?” Auntie asked pointedly at Katie. Meekly, Katie said, “Since the beginning of the month, but only for the first three to four days after I leave here.” Soon, they arrived at Daddie’s house, and Katie let them into the house via the backdoor, finding it unlocked. Walking into the kitchen, she found Allison mashing potatoes while Daddie was setting the table. Grabbing Stacy’s hand, she went upstairs to keep themselves occupied until dinner. Auntie soon called the two girls down to the dinner table, where once they were seated, Katie had a bib tied around her neck by Ally, and Auntie did the same to her daughter. After grace was said, everyone dug into the roast with potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, and buns. “Adam, this roast is excellent today. It's very tender, and the mashed potatoes are great, too,” Mr. Bullard said. “Thank you, but I can’t take any credit for any of this meal, Allison did it all. She did give me a heart attack at about seven this morning. I heard someone in my kitchen. I thought it was a burglar. Instead, it was her in her pajamas cooking up carrots. She put all of it in the slow cooker this morning before church, except for the buns. Actually, the only thing she hasn’t done this weekend is kick me out of my house. She did two meals and did the primary watching of the two angels, too,” Daddie told the Bullards. Blushing, Ally pointed out, “You did do breakfast today.” “That is because I snuck in to do it while you were distracted with waking the girls up. Don’t take me wrong, Allison, I am really just teasing you. I will eat your cooking any day, but I don’t want you or anyone else to think I am taking advantage of you,” Daddie pointed back to her. “How did you cook the potatoes and Brussels sprouts in the slow cooker?” Sara asked Allison. “You basically steam them by tying them to the lid with a clean cloth, or in this case, two clean cloths. Thankfully, Adam’s slow cooker was big enough to do that,” Ally taught. After the plates were clean, Allison brought out six portions of vanilla pudding, which caused one shocked face and delighted faces on the rest. “Where did I have vanilla pudding, either premade or in powder, Allison?” Adam asked. “You didn’t, but you had all the ingredients to make it from scratch, including the vanilla extract,” she answered. “This is homemade?” Sara asked. Smiling, Allison answered, “Yep.” “I would tell you to marry her, Adam, but Kathleen might get a little upset by that,” Sara told her neighbor. Looking at the red with anger regressed teenager and red with embarrassment, Allison, Adam said, “Yes, that would make her upset enough to make me ten thousand dollars poorer, but I need more than food to live in this life, and I think I would rather prefer taking care of someone than someone taking care of me.” “May I be excused to my bedroom, Sir?” Katie asked before she made a fool of herself, crying all over the table. Sighing, he said, “Yes, you may, Buttercup.” With the bib still on herself, Katie ran up the stairs towards her bedroom. She thought she heard a disembodied voice say, “Walk please, sweetie,” half up the steps. She forcibly shut her door, fell on one of her turret seats, and just let her tears flow. Adam might replace her with her own college roommate, the nerve of both of them. She must have fallen asleep because she woke up with Stacy rubbing her back. “Stacy! How long have I been asleep?” she asked while she tried to wipe her face with her bib, which only made it worse. “For about thirty minutes, everyone has been worried about you. My mother is beside herself, feeling guilty for the whole mess. Allison tried to get someone to take her somewhere called Girard and said she was dropping out of college,” Stacy said, the last bit causing Katie to run out of the room. Running into the parlour, she found three of the four adults, “Where is Ally?” she demanded. “In the kitchen,” came Ally’s hesitant, disembodied voice. “Katie Ann, your face is a mess,” Daddie said. She replied, “I am well aware of that, but I currently have more important stuff to worry about.” With that delivered, she ran to the kitchen, which caused three disembodied voices to yell, “Walk!” “Ally, you can’t drop out of college,” Katie told her roommate forcefully as she hugged her. Ally, relieved, said, “Well, that isn’t the greeting I expected. I expected to be led to the guillotine because someone suggested I steal your man/Daddie. I have calmed down, and I am going nowhere. You are still stuck with me if you will have me.” Continuing to hug her roommate, Katie said, “I was mad at the world, but I am calm now after I have cried myself to sleep. We both are stuck with the other one.” “You are a mess, and you have made my dress a mess. I think it is time we clean you up, little girl,” Ally said, taking the bib off her regressed roommate. Then, she took her roommate’s hand tightly and led her towards the stairs. While walking through the parlour, Ally said to the gathered adults, “I am going to go upstairs and change this mess back into an angel.” “That is fine, but we have some stuff to discuss when she is done,” Daddie told both of them. Once in the bedroom, Ally set a changing mat on Katie’s bed and promptly changed the little girl’s bottom before using wet wipes to clean the messy face and her own dress. “Where did you fall asleep, little girl?” “In the turret,” Katie hesitantly answered. With that statement, Ally sent Katie downstairs for that, awaiting discussion, saying that she was going to stay upstairs to do her homework. The last the little girl saw of her was her scrubbing the cushion where the regressed girl fell asleep. Walking into the parlour, Katie said, “Here I am, Daddie.” “Where is Allison?” Auntie Sara asked. “She said she was going to do homework,” Katie answered. “What is her full legal name, Sweetie?” Daddie asked. “Allison Madison Maples,” Katie said meekly. “ALLISON MADISON MAPLES, DOWNSTAIRS NOW!” Adam screamed up the stairs. Allison came running down the stairs and, after skidding to a stop, said, “Sorry, Sir, I thought you just wanted to talk to her.” “Now that both of you are here, I want to apologize to both of you and Adam. My joke was out of line. It had further-reaching consequences than I envisioned. It was just supposed to be a fun joke,” Sara started. “I hope your two's relationship hasn’t been changed by the joke. I also hope that Katie’s and Adam’s relationship hasn’t changed. If they have been changed, I will help repair them. Now I think it is time I leave. I have done enough damage for one day,” she continued before turning to the door, only to find Allison and Katie blocking her way. “Our…” both the girls started before Allison decided to let Katie speak first. “Our relationship is fine now, and as far as I know, my relationship with Daddie is fine too. Please stay and stop beating yourself up, Auntie,” the regressed girl said. “We both care a lot for each other. I think our relationship is fine. It was already changed this weekend, but that has nothing to do with the joke. Whether Katie likes it or not, it is now more of a babysitter and child relationship than a two teenagers' relationship,” Ally said, that last bit causing Katie to blush and look a little bit concerned. “Allison, you’re not going to drop out of college?” Adam asked. “No, I think I will stay in college,” Ally answered. “Katie, you’re not going to use the joke against me?” Daddie asked. “No, Daddie,” Katie answered while hugging him. “Sara, are you going to stay and enjoy yourself? Everything is back to where it was before.” Sara hesitantly answered, “ I guess I will. I am glad that Katie doesn’t hate me.” “Now I have some punishment to give out,” Daddie said, looking at the two college girls. “Allison, you can find a corner for your nose for your dropping out of college temper tantrum. Katie, you can find one for running in the house. Sara, you better find one too, for starting the whole mess. Stacy, you can find one if you want to, but you haven’t done anything punishable,” Adam said, with a smirk at the last one. Coughing with surprise, Stacy said, “Nah, I think I will cuddle in my Daddie’s lap,” as the other three quietly and without comment went to an open corner. After five minutes, Daddie said, “Katie, you may get out of the corner, and you two girls can go up and play.” As the two girls started up the stairs, he said, “Buttercup, you might want to eat this upstairs,” before handing her a covered bowl of pudding. “Yes, it is very good,” Stacy told her friend. Once in the bedroom, Katie suggested Play-Doh, which Stacy readily agreed to. They had been playing for about thirty minutes when Ally walked into the room with her homework bag. “Hello, Allison. Have you just got out of the corner?” Stacy asked as the college student went slowly to the turret to work on some homework. “Five or ten minutes ago, he released me from the corner,” Ally answered as she sat very carefully as if she had a sore bottom. Katie, with a shocked look on her face, pointed out, “You were in the corner for about thirty minutes, Ally, and I have never been in the corner for more than five minutes. Is your bottom also sore? Exactly how bad was this temper tantrum you had while I was sleeping?” Stacy started coughing, and Ally got about fire engine red and said slowly, “It was a doozy, and I might have taught Stacy some new colorful words, too. It wasn’t because of the joke. It was because of what I figured to be a ruined relationship between us two. And I was serious about dropping out of college at the time, too. Also, yes, Katie, my bottom is quite a bit sore. I was offered either more time in the corner or a spanking.” Ally continued while rubbing her bottom, “I foolishly chose the spanking.” Stacy asked, “What about my Mommie?” Ally replied, “She was still in the corner when I left; I have no clue, sweetie.” With that discussion over, the girls returned to the Play-Doh, and Ally turned to her homework. ~o~O~o~ After a few hours, Allison turned to the two girls, who were still quietly playing in the room, and said, “Would you two like something to drink? I'm going to see how many I am cooking for tonight.” “Yes, please,” both of them said at almost the same time before returning to their coloring books. Ally walked out of the room, taking Katie’s dirty bowl with her. Soon after she left, Mr. Bullard walked into the room with two glasses of iced tea to say goodbye to his daughter. “Stacy, I have to get back to Harrisburg. Have fun this week. You too, Katie,” he said while hugging her. Twenty-five minutes later, Allison’s voice filtered up the stairs with “Stacy, Katie, supper!” Once they got down at the table, Katie saw the high chair had returned, and though Mr. Bullard had already left, Auntie was still there. “Sweetie, let me help you in your chair,” Daddie said before lifting her up and setting her in the highchair. He then strapped her in and put the tray on. Allison took grilled cheeses with ham out of the kitchen and set one on each of the five plates while Auntie tied a bib on each of the two girls to protect the dresses they were still wearing. When Supper was over, Auntie made Stacy say goodbye to everyone. It was a school night, and they really should get home before both of the little girls were up way past their bedtimes. After Stacy had left, Katie was led upstairs by Allison to the bathroom for a bath. After the bath was done, the regressed girl was placed back in a thick nighttime diaper and the same one-piece pajamas as yesterday. “I hear you make an excellent rag doll or teddy bear, I was really tempted to make you into one and sleeping with you, but that would make tomorrow too complicated,” Allison teased her roommate. Daddie walked into the room and said, “Allison, you don’t mind if I tuck her in today?” “No, do you want me to leave, Adam?” “There's no need to. You can stay around if you want to,” he said as he tucked his regressed daughter into bed. “What time is it? Is it nine thirty already?” Katie asked, shocked that it was already her bedtime. Ally said, “Nine ten, but you had an emotional day. An early bedtime will do you good,” while Adam searched for a book and then started reading it to her.

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Chapter 8: Equals Grace clasped both of her hands over her mouth, holding back a muffled reaction that might have otherwise woken up the rest of our family. My hands remained on the front of my pajama pants, as pointless as it was to remain in the posture as I wasn’t able to fully conceal how I had peed myself. Neither of us moved. I couldn’t take my eyes off of my sister. As much as I had worked to avoid it, I had known that it was a possibility that Grace might find out about my faked bedwetting. As a former bedwetter herself, my older sister would be attuned to the signs that something might be off about me. And it was certainly better than having my younger brother or friends discover this secret. But of all the ways Grace could have discovered my fake bedwetting, this had to be among the worst. I had anticipated something much less dramatic and certainly much less embarrassing. I couldn’t stand in front of my parents’ bedroom door forever. That was not a feasible plan. There were only a couple of directions I go could. Returning to my room wasn’t an option. Doing so would require going toward my sister. I was definitely not going to do anything to wake up my parents at this point and turn my bedwetting incident into a whole family affair. Running down the stairs in the dark wasn’t an option, either. That left the bathroom. I dashed inside it with a few quick steps, closing the door as gently as I could while also shutting it quickly. I was safe. Safe, but trapped. I listened at the door, hoping that Grace would go back to her room and give me some privacy to get back to my bedroom and get cleaned up. At least let me change into a dry set of pajamas. I was having no such luck. I flipped on the light switch. Even if I hadn’t peed quite as much as last night, my pants didn’t appear any less soaked. Enough time had passed, and the wet clothes were already beginning to get uncomfortable as the initial warmth faded away. The expression on my older sister’s face had left no doubt that there had been enough light in the hallway for her to notice how wet my pajamas were. And she had been a bedwetter. If it had been Jackson instead, I perhaps could have tried to say I had just spilled a glass of water on myself. My six-year-old brother might have been gullible enough to fall for that, especially if he was still a bit drowsy. But Grace? No, she knew exactly what wet pants looked like from having wet the bed. I heard footsteps in the hallway. I held my breath. Then there were two soft taps on the bathroom door. There was some faint whispering from the other side of the door, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. I breathed out. Grace wasn’t going to let me avoid having this conversation. I leaned forward and pressed my ear up against the door in an attempt to make out what my sister was saying. There was another series of soft taps on the door, followed again by my sister’s voice. This time, I could make out what she was saying, if just barely. “Is everything OK in there? I can help. Promise I’m not going to judge you or anything.” If I hadn’t known about my sister’s previous bedwetting, it might have been harder to trust that statement. But I figured that I could. She had actually gone through what I was only attempting to fake. I stepped back and pulled the door open. Grace at least had the courtesy this time to not stare down right at the wet spot on my pajama pants. But what was she thinking as she was looking at me? Did Grace see a reflection of herself from six years ago? If I were to go back and look at our old family photo albums from that vacation, it would be plain to anyone that I was almost an exact carbon-copy of her when she was my age. I realized that I probably looked the same to her as she had looked to me when I had watched her walk up the staircase in her wet pajamas six years ago. “I can help you get things cleaned up, but I really need to pee first.” I had been so absorbed in my own embarrassment and concern about what my sister was seeing and thinking that I hadn’t noticed how she was a bit fidgety herself. Had she perhaps woken up just in time to avoid having an actual bedwetting accident herself? Graced squeezed past me into the bathroom as I stepped out into the hallway and made a beeline back to my bedroom. That we hadn’t woken up our parents or Jackson was a minor miracle with how we had been going back and forth in the upstairs hallway. I used my shirt to pat myself dry after taking off my pajama pants and underwear. It wasn’t nearly as good as hopping in the shower to get myself washed off, but it would have to do for now. I turned and stared at my wet bedding. I just had to remember that it wasn’t like Grace hadn’t seen anything like this before. This had been her own nightly reality for years. The toilet flushed in the distance. I kept my back to the bedroom door. My hands were starting to shake. I tried to keep my mind focused on the prize at the end of the road. Soon, I’d be wearing pull-ups to bed each night. I’d only have to endure the embarrassment of peeing on the bed for a short while before I’d get those pull-ups. And then it would be incredibly easy to discreetly continue faking the bedwetting. The handle on the bedroom door rattled behind me as Grace made her way into the room, shutting the door behind herself. This was rare territory for my sister to be in. We typically respected the privacy of each other’s rooms, only opening them a bit if there was a message that needed to be passed along. Graced walked up beside me with her eyes fixed on the aftermath of my fake bedwetting incident. “Do you need a hug?” I nodded, leaning in toward my sister as she pulled me into a firm embrace and rubbed her hand on my back. My hands were no longer shaking a few seconds later. “It’s nothing to worry about,” Grace said. “I promise I’m not going to tell anyone about it.” I waited expectantly. Surely, if there was any time for her to bring up her own history of bedwetting, this would be it. It would make sense for Grace to use that as a way to try to comfort me. And that would be my chance, the chance to ask all of the questions about her bedwetting that I had been dying to ask the past few years. But, for whatever reason, Grace didn’t seem willing to bring that subject up. “So,” Grace said, her gaze again turned toward the bed. I thought back to the question Mom had asked me the other night. She had asked me if I had a dream about going to the toilet while I was asleep. That seemed like a plausible excuse to give to my older sister, though I provided more embellishment than I did with Mom last night. I described an elaborate, made-up dream to Grace, one that I hadn’t thought was a dream at the time, so when the urge to pee happened, I hadn’t realized that I needed to wake up to avoid peeing the bed. “So yeah,” I said, concluding the tale. “I thought I had made it to the toilet in time, but then I felt something wet, and I woke up.” “You probably had too much to drink this evening.” “No, I didn’t.” Grace gave me a bit of side-eye. “I recall that someone refilled her glass a couple of times at dinner.” “Yeah, that’s just the stir-fry was spicy.” Grace rolled her eyes. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad. So, anyway, were you going to tell Mom and Dad about the accident?” There was a truthful answer for me to give to that question. “I… I was going to ask for help with getting things cleaned up. But I decided I’d rather take care of it on my own.” “I can help bring things down to the laundry room. But you can’t go to bed before getting the mattress cleaned up. I’ll have to see if there are some cleaning chemicals that would work for it.” I helped Grace strip the bed. Like last night, there was a sizable wet spot on the mattress. The thin, cotton mattress protector wasn’t up to the task of handling things when an entire bladder was emptied onto it. There was no sign that Jackson or our parents had been disturbed from their sleep as we ventured out into the hallway and made our way down to the basement. Grace was carrying most of the bedding while I held my wet pajamas in one hand and my phone in the other to light the way down the stairs. How would I be reacting if I had actually wet the bed without intending to do it? I decided to try to play down the bedwetting accident. “I really don’t know what happened,” I said as I tossed my wet pajamas into the washing machine. “I’ve never had anything happen like this since like when I was a baby.” Grace gave me that look. The one that said she knew that was a terrible liar, which, a lot of the time, was true. “You didn’t wet the bed last night as well?” I tried to make my response sound as indignant as possible. “No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Grace put her hands on her waist. “So, all of your bedding was in the dryer before breakfast for no reason at all? Like I said, it’s not a big deal. You don’t need to lie about it.” My face suddenly felt rather warm. Here I was, thinking I had been quite sneaky in managing to get my bedding back up to my room without being caught. And Grace had known about it all day long and hadn’t said a single word to me. Grace’s curiosity was beginning to get annoying. Time to turn the tables on her. “So what? You were a bedwetter until you were my age.” Grace’s face momentarily blanched, and then she regained her composure. “Me, no. I don’t know what you are talking about.” It was my turn to get annoyed at my sister for not being truthful with me. “It’s not a big deal. You don’t need to lie about it.” It was Grace’s turn for her face to go as red as mine had a few seconds earlier. “How? That was forever ago?” I recounted the tale about how I had accidentally stumbled across the scene of her having wet the bed that time we had been visiting our grandparents six years ago, from overhearing her conversation with Mom to watching her walk up the stairs in obviously wet pajamas. The expression on Grace’s face told me that she remembered that fateful night as well. “Mom and Dad caught me after you went upstairs. They made me promise to not tell anyone about it,” I said. “They said I wasn’t to ever say anything about it to you, either.” My voice dropped off at the conclusion of the tale, and we stood silently as the washing machine begin rumbling after having filled up with water. My shame at having my bedwetting discovered had dissolved now that I had forced Grace to admit her own bedwetting past. We were equals now. I was now burning with curiosity. There were so many things I wanted to know. Chief among them was if Grace had ever worn pull-ups to bed. I desperately needed to know if that was something my parents had ever used with her. But there were other things I was curious about as well, such as information that could help me better fake my own bedwetting in the coming weeks. How often had she wet the bed? Did it typically happen at certain times of the night? Did she usually pee a lot or a little when it happened? It was as if Grace could read my mind. “I don’t want to talk about it, OK?” she said. “Let’s just get your mattress cleaned up, and then we can get some sleep.” I silently accepted her refusal to say anything further on the matter. With our secrets now revealed to each other, perhaps I’d get another chance to talk with Grace about it once she had gotten over the fact that I had known about her bedwetting for the past six years. We returned to my bedroom, stopping at a closet while Grace showed me which cleaning supplies would be best for removing the urine stains and odor from the mattress. She walked me through the process of drying and cleaning the mattress. That was going to be helpful for future nights when I would preferably be handling this process all on my own. “That should do it,” Grace said as she finished dusting the wet spot with baking soda. “That will need to be brushed or vacuumed off in the morning.” She turned around after taking a couple of steps toward the door. “You really should hop in the shower before you get in the sleeping bag. Otherwise, you’re going to wake up smelling like pee.” I suspected that this was advice Grace had learned from experience. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com

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.

My thoughts on this are if you have no choice just let it happen. If you must do it on purpose, it would be best to not call attention to yourself. Like avoid squatting, loud grunting, sticking your butt out etc. Also perhaps be making your way to a bathroom or other suitable place to change so others don't have to smell you.

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It looks like some people liked the story enough to ask about it. And the Admin that thought it was questionable seems to be okay with the story overall, but has explained the issues enough, that I think I will just rewrite how Larry is betrayed so he's a little more hands off in his creepiness. I'm afraid if I write it as I have Larry going forward, it will just full circle back to why it was taken down the first time, so let me rethink how to do Larry, and I'll try to bring the story back. I enjoyed writing it, soI don't think I want to give up on the idea. Just change Larry enough that he won't violate or cause a blurred line to cause concern for those that might worry about his real intentions, which is... to gaslight, brainwash, and control both Megan and her mother. I might also be able to do a better job with October's situation this time around too, so I can double down on that vibe that as bad as Larry was, he was actually helping her? Thank you both for your support, and thank you, SpookChicken for letting us know what concerns you had and what I can do to make the story a little less sensitive to the difficulty of writing a story like this.

It was a nice story something that I did enjoy reading sad to see it go.

Considering Ian's love life, it's gotta be The Beach Boys and I Get Around.

You might try ozone - if you can borrow, buy or rent an ozone generating machine and put it in a confined space with the stuff, it's a potent oxidizer and it tends to accelerate the aging of smells. They're not cheap but not crazy expensive anymore - I think they can be found in the $80 - $100 range for purchase, less for a used one. Mixing hydrogen peroxide with, say, dish soap - something that cuts grease - and putting a spoonful of baking powder in the mix as well might help, IF the surfaces will not be damaged by contact with a liquid. 3% hydrogen peroxide of the type typically used for disinfection generally doesn't bleach inks and dyes, but you might want to test an inconspicuous corner first, to make sure. If the materials stand up to it, then spray it down and let it stand for a while, before spraying it with some hot water and drying with a towel or paper towel. I have not tried a Trest yet but based on what I've read about them, that's impressive! I figured a Trest would be a 12-hour diaper. I like hiking - I usually carry a backpack with water, snacks, and a plastic bag and a spare diaper. I tend to go cloth-backed - the Rearz Active Air is an excellent product for this - and I use lots of diaper cream. I have walked 10+ miles with no problem. I'd love to find somewhere remote enough to hike in just a diaper, but where I live, there is too much probability that I'll traumatize some innocent nature lover when I round a corner in my big diaper on a nice afternoon, and ruin their day...

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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?

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.

I would say that the nature, volume and duration of the leaks probably inform what would work for you, but for me, nothing eclipses the security of a properly fitted diaper. There are just too many potential failure modes with a pad - if something runs off of it, it has nowhere to go except into the wilderness, IE, soaking through your clothing. Pads can shift, they are easily overwhelmed, your equipment can end up pointed in the wrong direction, sitting and standing and laying down all present different potential issues that you're trying to stem via a small landing strip. I think of it like this: a pad is the green on a golf course - everyone wants to hit it, but, it's a tight target. A pull-up adds the fairway to the equation - you're much more likely to end up still within the boundaries. A proper diaper hands you the entire hole to shoot for - the green, the fairway, the rough, even the trees and brush. Sure, once in a while, you might hit one onto a road or into a neighbourhood behind the course, but most of the time, your ball lands somewhere on the hole. And to me, a leak is much harder to conceal and contend with, when it occurs, than a bit of extra bulk under my clothing.

Heyo! I've tried writing DD stories before, but this is the first one where I have it entirely planned out. I hope you enjoy it, I will try to release chapters at least weekly, but I find it hard to follow a schedule so we will see. Hope you enjoy! Comments are appreciated! The Song Im boppin to today Chapter 1 Waking up is menial, an action that nobody thinks about yet can set the course for the entire day. Today would have been just another day, but at least I had a little hope things might get better. The butterflies seemed to flutter viciously this morning, not aiding in the fact that I should be getting out of bed right now. The stress, albeit strenuous, should not stop someone from getting out of bed, but in this instance it was. Jackson knew that he needed to get up, he knew that he had a place to be, but the unknown was so unbearable. He clutched his covers with his hands in an attempt to regain control over his senses, and it was working slightly. He moved his toes, feeling his nerves start to come back to life. This amount of stress could kill an elephant, but somehow he was still alive. Not wanting to bask in the moment any longer, Jackson pushed the covers off, revealing his naked state in only his underpants. It wasn't cold, but Jackson rubbed his skin and felt goosebumps develop all over. ‘This is going to be a long day’ Jackson thought, or at least attempted to tell himself so that he could try and push himself further out of bed. No birds chirped this morning, the sky was gray and the grass was too wet. Walking out to his car Jackson felt surprisingly normal, this being what he would do every morning before work. Though he wasn't going to work this morning, he was going to Diamond Technologies Relocation Services. Most people didn't know the facility under this name, but Jackson is a rare case because he sought out this service, unlike most people having the misfortune of knowing it. It was in an online ABDL forum he reads occasionally, hearing murmurs about a way to live life completely like a child. At first, he laughed at the idea thinking that it was just some strange sort of roleplay, but looking further after hearing just the amount of people who have done this, he knew he had to do more research. The gray skies didn't clear up at all on Jackson's hour-long drive to the compound. He lived right outside the city, only barely being able to afford it, but still making by with little money to spare. According to what he read online, he was paid to go to this place. He felt it was strange, mostly due to how hard it was to find a caregiver. ‘Why would anyone want to pay to take care of you?’ Jackson thought. To his surprise though, the email he received back the other day confirmed it was indeed true. Anybody with half a brain wouldn't do this though, knowing they would probably get kidnapped or something worse. However, when Jackson checked online for the company records and reviews, everything seemed to be completely well above board. * * * * * * * * The warm inviting interior was a nice change to the overwise discomforting morning. Various exotic plants, all of which I was sure have weird names, lined the waiting room. The skylight helped to give a pleasant vibe, it was hard to feel bad in a place like this. None of that stopped me from stimming, shaking my legs, and biting my nails. The unknown tends to do that. Lost in my thoughts, a door suddenly opened. “Jackson?” a middle-aged woman called out. She was wearing pleasant workplace attire adorned with subtle flowers and light pastels. I got up and walked towards her as she started to lead the way through the door. Sitting down in her office was similar to the waiting room, but her gentle and calming demeanor helped my nerves. “How are you doing today?” she asked plainly. I meekly responded, “I'm alright.” She seemed to notice my nervousness because her attitude shifted slightly to take on more paternal notes. “This is always the hardest part” she smiled “Do you have a nickname?”. Feeling more courage, I responded. “Jackie Mamm.” She chuckled slightly before readjusting her seat. “You can call me Lisa Jackie.” The way she said my nickname made me blush. “You have nothing to worry about, do you know what we offer here?”. I decided to be honest, “I heard about this place from some online forums.” Her smile shifted slightly, “What forums?”. I shifted nervously and blushed harder as Lisa seemed to take notice. “That's okay, I'm assuming it was an ABDL forum?”. Her question irked me, and I went non-verbal, trying my best to stay on the surface. It was bad enough that my nerves were this shot, but somebody knowing my secret made me uncomfortable on many levels. “S..Sorry…” I whispered. She seemed to notice my discomfort because she stood up and made her way to the chair next to me. She put her hands on my back and began to soothe me. “Shhhhh…” she whispered, “It's okay hun… you're in the right place, sweetie.” Her sweet words sent butterflies ablaze in my stomach and I began breathing heavily as my heart tempted to beat harder. “It's okay little one, no need to be scared.” she rubbed my back more. “...It's okay?”. The comforting lady took her hands and hugged them tightly around me. I sat there for at least a minute before I felt her pressure let up and her hands snake out from around me. “Are you ready to continue?” She asked me. I only nodded meekly in response, and her smile beamed down at me as she stood up, walked back to her desk, and sat down. She turned to her computer before typing some things, then stopped to look back at me. “I think you're perfect for this program, we can start looking for caregivers right now.” she stated. I still had a ton of questions, and she seemed to notice my look of confusion as well. “It's alright sweetie. We have a ton of options, and you can choose whoever you want.” I could only quietly blurt out “What if they don't want me?”. She seemed to be stunned by that question, her face showing the same confusion I showed. Then all of a sudden, she started cracking up. “I don't think any of our caregivers would say no to you hun!” She caught her breath and I blushed a little at the sideways compliment. “Do you want to see?” She asked me. I nodded and she took out an iPad from her desk. She turned it on, before tapping on it and handing it to me. I wasn't sure what it was, but this tablet was the thinnest tablet I've ever seen, almost paper thin. I felt as if I might break it, so I acted extra carefully. I pressed on it a little, then looked up at Lisa to see if I was doing anything wrong with the device. She only smiled affectionately and motioned for me to continue. As I scrolled I could only guess that there were at least 100 different pairs of people, though some of them only included one person. “There are couples here?” I asked andLisa only nodded, “We have a ton of people looking for little boys like you.” I blushed a little, confused at why someone would want me. It was so hard to find a caregiver, but now all these people wanted me? It felt… nice, nice to be wanted like this. I blushed a little before I continued scrolling, overwhelmed by the amount of options. Lisa seemed to notice my confusion because she pointed out something on the tablet, letting me know I could filter traits. I looked at the amount of options and was surprised by how many there were. I checked it off as I went down. ←– Least * * * * Most ––> Affection Level Non-Affectionate - Lightly Affectionate - Affectionate - Bubbly Strictness Not Strict - Lightly Strict - Very Strict - Overly Strict Punishment Level Timeouts - Groundings - Spankings - Public Embarrassment Caretaker Age Youngest(21-35) Younger(35-50) Older(50-80) - Oldest(80-130) Little Mental Age Youngest(1-2) - Young(2-3) - Older(5-6) - Oldest(6-8) Diaper Usage Light - Medium - Harsh - Harshest Siblings No Siblings - One Sibling - Two Siblings - Three Siblings Continence Continent - #1 Only - Fully Incontinent Sexual Desires None - Light - Medium - Heavy Caretaker Height Medium - Tall - Taller - Tallest Caretaker Build Jacked - Medium - Fluffy - Fluffier Number Of Caretakers One - Two - Three - Four As I was filling out the options, I was surprised by some of the questions. It was strange to me how old the people were, but I guess they just didn't want to discriminate against really old people. I'm not sure though, as I thought people only lived to 100, but that might have changed in my lifetime. Shaking my head, I let that be and clicked to see my results. What popped up were only four options, and I looked very closely at each one. The first one looked like a nice couple, seemingly upper class by their clothes. They smiled, but something felt off about it, almost like they were smiling while not smiling. Scratching them out as an option in my mind, I went on to the next pair, they also seemed upper class, but their demeanor was a lot softer. The woman in the picture seemed lovely, but the man next to her did not seem very interested. Was he only there for her? Why would he tag along if he wasn't interested? Pondering on that for a moment, I decided to also cross them off and go on to the next couple. When I looked into their eyes, my heart almost melted by how soft they were. While they didn't look as perfect as the other couples, the imperfections made them look more human. The feeling I got from them is something I found hard to explain, like when you see someone who wears their heart on their chest. I got lost looking at the two, losing myself in their pleasant aura. I shook myself out of the trance and looked up to see a smiling Lisa staring at me, and when she noticed me looking at her, she spoke. “Did you find anyone you like?” I nodded in response, then clicked on the couple's profile, and I showed them to her. She looked at the profile for a second before speaking. “I don't think I've seen these two before?” She eyed them a little, a bit of concern showing on her face. All the concern seemed to vanish after she noticed something suddenly. “I think it will be alright.” She pocketed the tablet back into her desk. “I think you picked the right ones, hun.” She went back to her desk, then took out a pile of paperwork and a pen and passed it over to me. I groaned internally but looked up at the woman for reassurance. She only smiled brightly in response and then spoke. “Are you ready to start your new life baby?”. I questioned the seriousness of that statement, but only nodded as I began to look over the paperwork. ‘This is insane’ I thought, as I looked at the mountain of legal jargon and contracts that I barely understood. All I could do was sign my name on each one in the hope that I could get it done quickly. As I got to the last page, I gave a sigh of relief and signed it. I put the pen down and sat back in the chair, letting my hand rest and uncramp itself. Lisa only clapped her hands in excitement as she beamed down towards my slumping form. “Are you ready to meet them, hun?”.

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Katie Ann What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old? By Becky Anne ©2018-2024 ~o~O~o~ Chapter Thirty: Girl Scouts The next morning, a sleepy Katie was woken up by Ally, “Rise and shine, little girl. It is time to get you dressed for school.” After a quick diaper change, a white tee with orange long sleeves featuring a unicorn and a few pumpkins on the front was dropped over her head. She was offered a pair of tan corduroys to put on herself and some ruffled socks. After she was dressed, Allison sat next to her and put her hair into curly pigtails. Ally continued with tying two orange bows into the regressed girl's hair so that her ears were being tickled again. Both of them soon headed downstairs, where they found Daddie gathering up Ally’s bags and a few other items in the mud room. Katie didn’t recognize any of her items in the pile, except it appeared her laundry basket was being used as a convenient place to put multiple bags when she tried looking in the room before her roommate ushered her to the high chair. After strapping Katie in the chair and placing a bib on the regressed girl, Allison set a bowl of cereal on the tray before getting her own bowl of cereal. After both bowls were done and the little girl had drunk her sippy cup, Allison led her charge to the car after cleaning the messy face. Allison was busy strapping her regressed roommate into her car seat just as Daddie was putting the last bags into the back of the car. Heading down the road, he asked her where he was dropping her off. Allison said, “My first class on Mondays is actually the same class as Katie.” “Okay, you will find your stuff in your dorm room, Allison,” Daddie said. Ally tried to say thank you, but Katie asked how he was going to do that. All the regressed girl got in response was Ally reaching back and putting a pacifier in the little girl’s mouth. She then said, “Thank You, Adam. Please keep in mind what I told you yesterday on the way home from church.” “I haven’t forgotten about it. I am not sure if I will be able to deal with it this week. It may require me to order some stuff online, Allison,” Daddy said. When they got to the building that both of their classes were in, Ally got out of the car and opened Katie’s door. She then took the pacifier out of the regressed girl’s mouth and put it in her own pocket. She finally released the trapped girl before both of them went to the back, where Daddie was waiting with two backpacks. He handed Ally her backpack before handing his daughter a pink Disney Princess backpack, not her purple backpack. “Sweetie, I will pick you up directly from your eleven o’clock class at twelve-thirty to forty-five. You will find your college ID in the front pocket of your new backpack,” Daddie instructed his daughter. “Where are my keys and my phone, Daddie?” Katie asked. He answered, “You don’t need either one today. You are just going to be away from me for just under four hours, Sweetheart.” Shrugging, Katie just hugged him before grabbing the hand that Ally was holding out for her. With that, both of the girls went in for Literature class. “Allison, is it bring your little sister to college day?” A fellow college student asked in the hall. “In the spirit of the season, I have dressed my roommate quite young since she lost a bet, but if you excuse me, if we dilly dally, we will be late,” Ally told the student. Seated in the classroom, Katie and Ally talked to their fellow students quietly while they waited for the professor to arrive. Soon, she entered, and, while facing the whiteboard, started with, “OK, class, we will continue our discussion about Mark Twain we started…” before trailing off and staring at Katie, as she turned around, “... Kathleen, is that you?” Blushing, Katie meekly said, “... last I checked.” Shrugging, the professor just continued with teaching the class. ~o~O~o~ At twelve forty, Daddie picked up Katie from where she was waiting for him. She soon found herself back in the car seat and started to read the book she had found in the car activity bag while Daddie was placing her backpack in the now empty back. Once they were back in Riverville, after a quick stop at Wendy’s for food, they both went up to her bedroom to change her bottom. “Sweetheart, why don’t you do your homework in the turret before you go to Stacy’s house for Girl Scouts,” he said as he handed her the princess backpack. “Girl Scouts?” she asked as she set up on the window seat. “Yes, Stacy and Aunt Sara invited you,” he mentioned. ~o~O~o~ Katie packed her homework back up after she was done and then took her backpack and the sippy cup downstairs. She didn’t find Daddie in the main parts of the house, so she screamed, “Daddie, where are you?” “Katie Ann Telgenhof, inside voice, I was in my home office. You can put your nose in the corner for screaming,” Daddie said, coming into the parlour where she was standing. She decided not to argue and just put her nose in the corner as requested. While she was standing in the corner, she heard what sounded like a bus stop nearby. Soon after the bus left, she was released from the corner with, “Katie Ann, you may come out of the corner, go to the mud room, and put your shoes on, and then you can go next door. Let me know before you walk across the lawn so I can watch you,” Daddie told her. Walking to the office, she found Daddie on the phone discussing business. She patiently waited for him to be done. When he was, she told him, “Daddie, I am ready to go next door.” She was escorted to the front door, where he watched her cross the two lawns. Ringing the doorbell, she was greeted by Auntie opening the door. “Katie, come on in. Stacy is doing homework in the kitchen,” Auntie Sara said as she let her adopted niece in. She continued, “Adam always dresses you in the cutest outfits, Sweetie.” “Thank you, Auntie, but Ally dressed me today,” Katie corrected her Auntie as she walked towards her friend. She looked at the homework that Stacy was doing. It appeared the homework was two-digit addition math. “Eighteen plus fourteen is thirty-two, Bestie,” she told Stacy. Stacy jumped and said, “Katie Telgenhof, I didn’t see you come in. You scared me,” as she gave her best friend a hug. “Kathleen Annabelle Telgenhof, let Stacy do her own homework,” Auntie said as she gave the regressed girl a quick swat on her padded bottom. The swat caused Katie to jump and rub her bottom. It really just hurt her pride. There was no real pain. “Katie, while Stacy is doing her homework, you can do your own homework,” Auntie Sara continued. “My homework? I did my college homework already, Auntie Sara.” “Not that homework, Katie. It's your second-grade homework,” Auntie pointed out, and she handed the little girl a stack of books. Looking at the books, Katie saw that they were second-grade workbooks, specifically math, reading comprehension, geography, science, and one simply called scholar. Flipping to the front of one of the books, she saw that the owner had been pre-filled out with ‘Katie Telgenhof.’ Shrugging, she just sat down quietly next to her best friend at the breakfast bar. “I want you to do ten pages, at least one page in each book, and I will be grading them,” she was told as she was handed a pencil. As Katie was working on the first page of the math book, she felt Auntie playing around with her hair. “Auntie, what are you doing?” “Changing the color of your bow so it will match your new Girl Scout outfit when you eventually put it on,” was the answer received. After she was done, she told both girls, “I am going to grade my own students’ homework. Let me know if you need help or when both of you are done,” and walked out of the room. ~o~O~o~ “Mommie we are done,” Stacy pointed out to where her mother was working. She handed her homework to her mother and waited while it was checked over. “Very good, Sweetheart,” Auntie told her own daughter before walking over to where Katie was waiting with her books. After receiving the books from her nieces, she also checked them over. Auntie told her niece, “Very good, Sweetie. OK, both of you, head up to Stacy’s room and change. Stacy, your clean uniform is on the head of the bed. Katie, your new uniform is at the foot. I will be up soon to change your bottom.” When Katie got to her friend's bedroom, she saw two brownie uniforms sitting on the bed. Going to the one that Auntie said was hers, she started to change her blouse and put the skirt on. After that was done, she took a look at the vest before putting it on. It had the normal starter items on it, with no badges earned. Lastly, she turned to face Stacy, who was dressed similarly to her, except for her friend, who had a few badges. When Auntie walked in the room, Stacy was sent downstairs while Katie’s bottom was dealt with. Katie noticed that the diaper bag was different than the one Daddie used, and having Allison’s weekend discussion fresh on her mind, asked, “Auntie? Did Daddie provide that diaper bag?” “He offered to, but I bought everything myself. You are over here enough for me to need my own.” “Why do you do it? I am technically not incontinent. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind diapers, but everyone has been jumping at the chance to diaper me.” “I do it because that is who you are, and I love you for who you are. On the other hand, I seem to remember that you said your pull-ups are not staying dry at college,” Auntie said, helping her niece up. Katie turned bright red and, not knowing what to say, just walked out of the room with Auntie to wait downstairs with Stacy for the other girls. The two girls were not alone for long. Soon, other girls started to show up. When Becka showed up, she asked, “Katie, did you join Girl Scouts?” “I am not sure,” Katie said. Looking at Auntie, she continued, “Auntie, did I join this Girl Scouts troop?” “I would love to have you, but I don’t think I or your mother can manage the hour journey one way every Monday, so you will only join us on the rare occasions when your Dad is watching you on Mondays. Sorry, Sweetie,” Auntie said. Katie mumbled quietly, barely loud enough for Stacy to hear, with a frown, “Which is almost never!” Auntie continued, “Maybe if you enjoy this, I can help you find a troop at home,” which got a smile out of Katie. When all the girls had arrived, Auntie told them all, “Welcome, girls. We are going to get started with the promise before singing a silly song. Eventually, we will be walking to our previously scheduled volunteering at the nursing home, and finally, we will close back here for your parents to pick you up. As you may notice, we have a guest today that you may have met on Saturday. Katie give everybody a wave, and everyone say hi to Katie.” Katie just shyly waved as a chorus of girls said hi to her before joining the girls in the Girl Scout Promise she remembered from her past. ~o~O~o~ “Do I have all the girls here in the lobby?” Auntie asked as she counted the gathered girls in the lobby of the nursing home. She continued with, “Nine troublemakers, I believe that is everyone, please group up into groups of three, and each group hold hands as we cross streets, like how we got here.” With that, she led the girls back towards her house. When they got back to the house, one or two cars were parked in the driveway, with patiently waiting parents in them. Auntie ignored them and led the girls towards the house, where she had the girls gather into a friendship circle as a closer. Once she officially closed the meeting, she released the girls to their parents. Katie just milled around until the rest of the girls had left before Auntie and Stacy escorted her to her house next door. She walked in the door, letting the Bullards in behind her, to find Daddie watching another sports game, which caused her to respond with her normal eye roll. Daddie greeted them soon after they entered, “Hello girls, how well behaved was she, Sara?” Auntie replied back to him, “She is always an Angel, Adam, well other than trying to do Stacy’s homework for her, but I quickly nipped that in the butt. Here are her clothes, and she probably is only damp. I changed her two hours ago, just before the other girls showed up.” While this discussion was going on, Katie blushed and rubbed her bottom, which her Daddie did not miss. Handing her the bag, she was sent upstairs to change into the pajamas she wore over the weekend. She returned downstairs to discover that the Bullards had left, and Daddie was cooking dinner in the kitchen. “Come sit down. The food is almost ready. After dinner, we can find a Disney movie to watch before bedtime, Sweetie,” Daddie told her.

Surf City? Drag City? Just not The Little Old Lady from Pasadena.

I have found myself with time on my hands and so I decided to try to RP again. And if I have had an RP with you before and wish to continue the one we were doing let me know. My life got hectic for a while. My ideas. An Amazon woman (me) is caught by my female Amazon boss (you) stealing money from the company. I'm really good at my job so instead of getting me arrested I get the choice of letting (you) punish me. Involves getting spanked and diapered. I'm then humiliated by you and both humiliated and degraded by my coworkers for being put back in diapers like a Little and how I should be ashamed of myself. I also learn that I get turned on by the treatment and diapers. My other idea is I'm a mother to an adult daughter that lives with me. I have a diaper fetish and my daughter comes home and catches me in the kitchen pooping in my panties, all I was wearing is a shirt and panties. The daughter then punishes her mother for acting so immature. The mother is spanked and diapered. Lots of humiliation, even public humiliation. And spankings. Both are sexual in nature. Any other ideas are welcome as well.

Deadman's Curve (Won't come back) Is Sarah's mom that hard or does she only see the picture painted by her daughter? If a paddle won't work, get a cane? I bet that thing would be found broken all the time. The spankings sent me down memory lane. We would bring my Mom nice wild flowers from the surrounding farm land in MN. We learned that when giving your Mom pussy willows as part of the bouquet that they need to be short, very short. Nothing like being spanked by your own gift!

Well this has been a brutal arc, and that was a good twist, and it brought together allot of threads and answered allot of questions that have been running through this whole story. I was expecting next chapter would be a cool off but it looks like we're getting another twist with Matilda, so I'm eager to see more.

Aw, thank you! I did see your ad but the thing is, I primarily reply as the baby/the one in diapers.

@DailyDi I wish you and you mom the best, and I will be praying for you BOTH Best Wishes and HUGS to Both of you Brian

“No please mommy please don’t go!” He cried showing everyone that he really was a baby. It seemed everyone around him knew he really was a baby but him! James replayed that moment in his head. That was one of the first times since being a baby again that Hailey left him with grandma or her friends and her friends were the worst cause one had a boyfriend and he was mean to him, he would tease him for being a baby and say he’s not even close to being a man and not even a boy then he would dress him up like a girl put dresses and make up on him then call him a sissy diaper boy little princess. The big baby scared and nervous not liking this but was determined not to cry and act like a baby this time. “I’m James not baby James” he said corrected her as they walked into a nursery room that’s what it looked like buchh of Pastel colors puppies and blocks on the wall and all kinds of stuffed animals. “I don’t need that!” He whined as she clipped the pacifier to his shirt. Great everyone’s going to know I’m a baby with this thing dangling off my shirt. He thought as he approached the circle crinkling every way. James wasn’t into singing so he was glad he caught the end of that. He looked around nervously. “I’m baby ja- I mean I’m James!” He said quickly realizing what he said. He had been thinking about his mommy calling him baby James then Sara calling him baby James and how he told Sara it was James. He was thinking it and it came out. He stood there real embarrassed!

The perfect fate: breast feedings and wet bets

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.

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.

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.

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.

Perfect for tactical Dad diapers 😂

Well wishes sent. Very stressful, at the least.

Oh no. Sending you both positive thoughts. Take care.

Can you post pics? Sounds like a quality piece of kit, why let it go to waste, especially when it was her idea (I wonder how that discovery went down, I imagine something like "Hey look the old diaper bag, dad could use that for his diapers!") 😂

You're dripping on the floor when naked without even realizing... I hate to break it to you buddy but that sounds like incontinence (weighty or not it's apt). Congrats, I hope to experience the same some day.

Ooh, that's a tough one. Probably A, second pick is D.

I find that plastic pants definitely have their place in a multi-layer defense strategy although down here in steamier climes, I prefer PUL to flat-out plastic for some level of breathability and use them pretty much every day. As many have pointed out, plastic pants don't stop leaks over disposable diapers (although they can delay them). What they DO though is stop wicking which would otherwise frequently be the agent behind damp spots on outerwear.

A short story spinoff by LittleFallenPrincess based on the Infernum Infantem/Parum Mortis universe I created. So to start off... I know it's a bit late. But thought I'd quickly sneak this in before New Year and the Christmas period is over completely, as I didn't want people to miss out on this small story update to one of my favourite stories that I've written so far, whilst also giving early access to those who support me on SubscribeStar. It's only short, at 4 chapters long, and probably a good indicator as to the length and quality of my soon-to-be commissioned short stories that will be exclusive to my SubscribeStar. It's a little light on the ABDL elements, but I hope you still enjoy it as it was a lot of fun to write. And if you're interested on reading more short stories from me, keep an eye out on my SubscribeStar as I hope to start a trial run of commissioned short stories in January, ideally taking on two per month from the following month if the interest is there. Chapter 1: Christmas Eve Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess “Nia, we’re going to be late… YOU BETTER HURRY UP!” Vic shouted from the hallway. “IN A MINUTE!” I yelled, struggling to pull the zipper up on my new coat. “Do you need help?” I heard her ask, from the other side of the door this time. “Damn infernal mittens making everything so difficult…” I grumbled as Victoria opened the door. Her heels clacked on my wooden bedroom floor as she walked over and stood in front of me, quickly taking over and pulling the zip up. I now looked like an overgrown toddler with this huge puffy coat, thick snow pants, cute pink boots, and these ridiculous mittens which made everything a thousand times more difficult to do with them on. At least it was only the boots and mittens that were pink, I think I’d die and go back to Hell if my coat and pants were pink too, thankfully they were black so I only looked semi-ridiculous. But no, what scared me most was what was underneath this thick winter clothing. But hey, at least only those attending this thing will get to see that, and they’re all littles too and have seen me in much worse. “You ready, babygirl?” Vic asked me as she looked down at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, wrapping her arms around me and pulling my body against hers. For a second I completely forgot how ridiculous I looked compared to the gorgeous Goddess that was my girlfriend, with her long, smart black coat and hella sexy sparkly black dress underneath it. For that second, I melted into a subby little pile of goo as I embraced the hug. Ignore the leg being raised behind me and the tail swishing, it means NOTHING, got that? “Won’t people get scared if they see me?” I asked, pulling away from the hug and pointing up at my horns and then turning around to show my tail to her. “We’ll be in the car for the drive over, and our windows are tinted. And you know the Sanctuary has that perception doodad thingy that the street has where Teles’ cafe is. Humans won’t be able to see you, don’t worry. I want you to be yourself today, both as my gorgeous demon girlfriend and also my adorable ickle babygirl…” Vic said, booping my nose before quickly kissing my cheek, making my already red cheeks even redder. “Stooooooop!” I whined, rubbing my cheek where she kissed it, but not-so-secretly hoping she would just replace the kiss again. It’s not like her lipstick would be noticeable, the benefits of having demonic red skin I guess. “Right, you ready then, baby?” “Uh huh. So can you tell me what this is yet?” She had told me that we were having an ‘event’ at the Sanctuary, but that was it. She hadn’t told me anything else, other than that it was going to be for littles and that all my friends would be there. I wondered if it had anything to do with this ‘Christmas’ or whatever it is that humans call it, as Vic had been so different this month, putting up fancy lights and sparkly decorations all around the manor and playing all sorts of music I had never heard of before. All it consisted of was ‘Christmas cheer’ and ‘love for all’ and something about decking some halls… which I didn’t understand… but I have to admit, it wasn’t too bad, and it was really nice seeing Vic looking happier than ever. Like seriously, I don’t think I’ve seen her this cheery in… well… ever. “Nope. Now get that cute padded butt in the car, and watch your tail in the door…” “THAT WAS ONE TIME!” I whined. “And I’ll continue to remind you.” She giggled, making my heart soar. “Now go on, off you waddle…” And so I did, off I waddled out of my bedroom and down to the car, Vic following close behind me, giggling every time my ‘underwear’ crinkled. Which was constantly. I was really excited to see my friends again. It had been a while since the last time I saw them, Susie and Beth had had another long trip away to help someone again, Lucy had become a bit of a shut in after a very brief attempt at dating again, Grim and Abby were busy with lots of stuff, and even Beatrice had moved out. That’s right, Beatrice was no longer Vic’s maid, now that her whole ‘setting me up with Vic’ plan went off perfectly. She has moved into the Sanctuary temporarily, whilst she finds a new purpose in life. So I was excited to see her again, as I must admit… I missed having a Nanny. She made changing time… yeah… Talking of changes! Brelgamur, or Belle as we have been calling her, also moved out. She found her own place and has sworn off returning to Hell. I did ask my sister if she was also one of our siblings, given Belle’s reluctance to return to Hell, but Lucifer insists she was a human originally. And no matter how much I whine and beg and brat, Lucifer still won’t reveal which of the demons are our angelic-siblings-turned-demon. But I swear, one of these days she’ll break… So yeah, mostly it’s just been me and Vic, which has made the manor feel a bit… empty, but at the same time it’s allowed us to get closer and more intimate. Our relationship has definitely blossomed and I love her even more and more each day. The only time we fight is when I’m a brat and even then that’s fixed with a quick spanking. She’s even learned how to tame my tail so she doesn’t get thwacked in the face whilst trying to thwack my butt! After a very anxious car ride in which I was worried people would be able to see my horns and skin through the tinted windows, we arrived at the Sanctuary in Vic’s latest sports car, pulling up in our usual parking spot. Yeah… we spend a lot of time here. When Susie and Beth are around, I’d usually be spending a lot of time with Susie, catching up after all this time apart, whilst Vic and Beth would sit together and chat. Victoria wanted to know everything about this supernatural side of the world, as her library only contains a very very limited amount of knowledge of it all and Beth is one of the most knowledgeable people we know, her library puts both of Victoria’s to shame. So we have our own little parking spot that we usually take. Waddling into the Sanctuary, through the entrance hallway, I was greeted by all my friends standing together in a group, all looking at me. “NIA!” They cried out, rushing over and pouncing on me, each one of them joining the hug puddle. “Hey you lot… it’s good to see you too, haha!” I laughed, trying not to get smothered by affection to the point I couldn’t breathe. “Aren’t you excited?” Lucy asked, being the first one to break the hug. “About what? Vic wouldn’t tell me anything about what is going on.” “What has she told you?” Susie asked, pulling away as Grim and Abby also did the same. “That it is an event for littles, that’s it.” “Oh then we’re not spoiling anything…” “Good girl.” Beth said, grinning down to her wife, making Susie wiggle and blush. “Yes, I’ve got the camera ready…” Vic said, ominously, as she held up her fancy, expensive camera that I got her for her birthday. “I knew getting you that would come back to bite me…” I groaned, rolling my eyes at her. “Come on, let's go!” Lucy announced, excitedly, as she grabbed my hand and escorted me through the lobby, which was just as well-decorated as our manor, with tinsel and fairy lights and everything. “Why are there decorations here? I wouldn’t have thought our world would celebrate such a silly holiday? If anything, maybe something a bit more… Pagan?” I asked. “Its origins are Pagan, but no, that's not why we do it.” Beatrice said as she rushed over and grabbed me, pulling me up into a huge hug as she lifted me onto her hip. “Missed you, kiddo.” “Missed you too!” Everyone else continued towards the play room, whilst Beatrice stayed in the lobby with me, bouncing me up and down gently on her hip. “Sorry I’ve not been about, been figuring things out.” She apologised. “Oh psst, shush, it’s okay! Managed to find your new goal in life?” I asked, as she continued bouncing me on her hip. “Not yet, but I’m sure I’ll find it. Anyway, yes, we celebrate because we like the cheer it brings. Sure, we don’t celebrate the religious part of it, but we do like the gift-giving and all the other silly human traditions. So we celebrate our own way, a bit of human tradition and a bit of our own. Helps those who used to be human, like Lucy.” “So you do this every year?” “Look, I don’t want to say this in front of Vic… but we haven’t done this in decades. At the sanctuary? Sure, every year without fail. But at the manor? No. Vic was in a very, very dark place, so she never wanted to celebrate a holiday in which everyone is with family. It was a bad time for her, so I spent most of my time keeping her attention off everything around this time of year.” “But now…?” “Now she’s got you. She’s worked on her trauma, and even though she’s got her own new brand of trauma from her trip to Hell… she’s doing better than ever. All because of you. So this year, she’s wanting to go all out. Like I mean… ALL out. So whilst I’m going to keep today a bit of a surprise, I will say that we’ll all be around yours tomorrow.” “Huh?” “For Christmas dinner, duh!” “Christmas… dinner? Do you eat… Christmas?” “Silly baby, it’s just a big family meal, in which everyone eats way too much turkey and roast potatoes and gravy, they wear stupid paper crowns from mini explosive satchels, and then play party games when everyone is in a food coma afterwards.” “And you’re all coming for it?” I asked, confused. “Who do you think is cooking it? Vic certainly isn’t a great cook!” Bea winked at me. “So… everyone? Wow…” “I know you don’t understand the big thing about Christmas, I don’t blame you. You’re a demon and you’ve spent most of your time in Hell. But just play along, okay? Even if only for Vic’s sake. She needs this. Let her spoil you, let her celebrate this.” “Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on ruining it for her. I haven’t seen her this cheery in forever. It’s… really nice.” I smiled warmly thinking about my girlfriend being happy. “I’m glad. Now, you’re going to be extra blushy when I carry you through, so get ready.” “Huh… what?” I said, squirming and wriggling in my ex-Nanny’s arms as she carried me towards the playroom. The whole play room was decorated with the same kind of stuff the manor and the Sanctuary was decorated with, making it feel… festive? Is that the right word? Either way, it was… nice. Especially seeing Vic’s face light up as I was carried in and over to the centre of the room, where everyone’s eyes were on… me. I swear my face couldn’t get any redder as everyone smiled and giggled, before I noticed someone sitting in the centre of the room… dressed… like some of the decorations? A big human dressed up in a red suit with a big white beard… Beatrice carried me over to the strange human man and placed me down… on his lap! ‘WHAT THE HELL? Why am I being given over to this large human?’ I thought to myself as Bea walked away, leaving me on the lap of this strange man. “Hello there, little one…” A deep, booming voice came from behind the beard. Upon closer inspection… I noticed it was fake. “Umm… Vic? What is this?” I asked, nervously. “This, Nia, is Santa Claus. Or Father Christmas.” “So is there like a Mummy Christmas or a baby Christmas? Is there a whole family of Christmases?” “No, silly baby…” She sighed, laughing to herself. “He delivers presents to all the good children at midnight on Christmas day. You wake up to presents from him.” I knew it was a gift-giving celebration, but that’s pretty much the extent of my knowledge. “So…” “So here is your chance to tell Santa what you want!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly at me. “I… umm… I ask this big guy for stuff… and he brings it to me?” “Pretty much!” Lucy said, smiling over at me as she looked adorable in her smartest ‘little’ dress. “I WANT A NEW GAMING RIG!” I yelled at this strange fat man’s face. “Ho ho ho… I think that can be arranged.” The bearded man laughed as he… jiggled. “So what, are you like a warlock or something? What is the extent of your magic? Because there are billions of human children, right? So that must mean you… yeah there is no physical way you could deliver that many presents in one night.” “I have my secrets…” He winked at me. “You’ve been a very good girl this year, Nia, so I’m sure we can find something for you, don’t you worry!” “You better…” I squinted at him, giving my evilest look and scrunching my face up at him. “I think that’s enough… got the pictures?” Beatrice asked Vic as she pulled me off Santa’s lap and started unzipping my coat, taking all these thick layers off me. “Yeah, I was surprised that she was that well behaved!” Vic giggled, walking over to me and planting a kiss on my forehead. “So that’s what you want? A gaming rig?” “I mean… I’m just happy to have my family here. That would have been my first wish. But now I’ve got you all… yeah, I want a freaking gaming rig!” I grinned up at her. “Well we’ll see what Santa brings you tomorrow.” Vic said, as if deep in thought. “Now, why don’t we get you into just your baby party dress and you can go play with your friends.” “We’ve got all day, right?” “Yep. Then we’re off home and you’re going to snuggle with me on the sofa as I show you Christmas movies that we’ve both missed out on, ones that Beatrice recommended.” “I have good taste, don’t worry!” Bea winked at me. “She does. And then after that, early night for you, baby! You’re going in your crib tonight too.” “Early night? Whyyyyyyy?” I whined. “Because we’ve got a busy day tomorrow, and Mummy has some things to work on. And most importantly… if you’re not asleep early, Santa won’t come.” “So no… no gaming rig?” Here came the puppy dog eyes. I was getting better and better at them. Vic will be powerless against them once I’ve mastered them. “Nope.” She snapped back at me, grinning back at me. “Fine. Early night it is. I better have at least 32gb of RAM though. And be water cooled. And have fancy lights.” “I’m sure he won’t disappoint.” Vic said, with both her and Beatrice laughing, making me pout and stick my tongue out at the two of them. Chapter 2: Christmas Day Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess I woke up with an energy flowing through me that I had never felt upon waking up. Usually I wake up and need at least five energy drinks to be able to even string a coherent string of words together to form a sentence, but today… Today was different. The way they hyped up the arrival of this jolly fat guy wearing red, delivering presents… I can’t say I’m not excited to see if what they said is actually true. I know lots of entities in this world and other worlds, from vampires to trolls to Elder Gods… but I had never heard of this ‘Santa Claus’. He must have some pretty impressive magic if he manages to deliver all those presents in one night. Maybe I’ll hunt him down and find out his secret one day. For now though… I should have a fancy new gaming computer sitting there… just for me… So jumping up out of my crib with the agility of a cat, landing on my feet on the outside of the crib, with a thick, soggy nappy drooping close to my knees, I ran… or waddled… as fast as I could out of the nursery and towards the door. I wasn’t going to let a soggy nappy slow me down, I wanted my presents! As soon as I reached the door, I swung it open and dashed out, skidding across the floor as I turned down the hallway, running at full speed towards the living room. “Ah ah ah…” That voice stopped me in my tracks as I stumbled forward, trying my best to stop… but finding it hard as I barreled into the wall. “Oh dear! Are you okay, babygirl?” Victoria asked as she rushed over in her dressing gown and fuzzy slippers, bending down and helping me up. “I… I’m okay. Sorry. Did I wake you?” I replied. “No, but as soon as I saw you leap from the crib I knew I better get out of bed.” “You saw…?” “The baby monitor has a video function…” She grinned at me. “EEEEK!” I cried out, quickly hiding my blushing face in her chest. “Is someone excited to see what Santa left her?” “U… Uh huh…” “Well the rule is, you can’t open them without me being there.” “Wait, that’s a rule? Sorry! I didn’t…” I looked down at my feet, feeling really guilty all of a sudden. “It’s okay, my love. You didn’t know, and I forgot to tell you last night. I have to watch you open your presents! As if I couldn’t miss that adorable face as you see what you got…” I nuzzled further into her chest, burying my face deeper into her dressing gown, and wiggled my tail. “Still… sowwy.” “That’s okay baby, why don’t we go head downstairs and see what you got?” I broke free of our embrace and backed up, nodding up at her and smiling from ear to ear as she held out her hand. Grabbing it, I turned and followed closely by her side as she escorted me towards my new gaming computer. “This… this is… umm…” I said, awkwardly, as I sat cross-legged on the rug near the Christmas tree. There were dozens of little gifts, all wrapped perfectly, just underneath the bristly branches. And I had chosen the biggest one there, pulling it close and tearing the paper off without even thinking about how much of a mess I was creating. “I thought you wanted a new computer?” Vic said, looking confused from the sofa as I sat in front of this… gift. “I… it’s not really a computer, you know that? It looks like the babyish toys in my nursery…” I pressed the button on the fake, colourful keyboard and the monitor showed the image of a cow as a ‘moo’ sound came from the speakers on the back. “I thought…” That’s when she broke into laughter. “I’m so sorry, sweetie, I couldn’t keep it up… as soon as Beatrice suggested this prank I just had to…” “Beatrice… of course it was her…” I sighed in relief that this was just a prank. “Check behind the sofa. Be careful pulling it out…” Vic said, pointing behind her. Jumping to my feet, my even-soggier nappy weighing me down and sloshing about, I waddled behind the sofa to find an enormous box! And because I’m a good girl, I did as my Mummy said and carefully pulled it out from the sofa and around to the front so she could see me open it. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed in delight as I tore the colourful paper off my huge present, and saw the multiple boxes inside it. Monitor, keyboard, mice… everything! Like… this was everything I wanted! “I did ask Lucy for some help picking out the things. You know how I am with computers compared to you two. Did she pick well?” “Wait…” I turned to face her, my own turning serious for a second. “I thought Santa brought gifts…” “I’ll explain it to you later, sweetie. It’s a very complicated system…” She giggled, making me feel like there was another joke being played on me. After my presents were opened, and after Vic had opened a cute little handmade bracelet I had made for her at the last little’s event, we snuggled up on the sofa, surrounded by Christmas decorations and the enormous tree in the corner. But I could feel my tummy rumbling, so I looked up at Vic as the noise reverberated around the living room. Yes, it was that loud. Demons get hungry, I can’t help it! “Is that a food thing or a succubus thing?” Vic asked. “A bit of both?” “Well your wet nurse is on holiday, so we could always… you know…” “Oh… fun big girl time?” I looked up at her, excitedly. “We’d have to be extra careful… But you need breakfast first anyway, and then we have family coming over, so I don’t know if we have time, you may have to wait til later. I told everyone to come over at twelve, apparently Beatrice doesn’t need much time to cook the turkey thanks to her magic.” “I could always take it to Hell… I’m sure the brimstone will add a nice… flavour…” I giggled. “No more trips to Hell, Missy! For either of us. Once was enough for me, thank you very much.” I giggled a bit more before snuggling back into her arms and relaxing. If our friends were coming over soon, I wanted to make the most out of this snuggly time with my Mama whilst I can. “I wuv you, Mama…” I whispered up at her, earning myself a squeeze and a kiss on the top of my head from her. “I love you too, baby. My little ‘Child of Darkness’.” That was her cute little pet name for me that she sometimes uses, due to her expecting to give birth to the bringer of the end of the world and ending up with… this overgrown baby. It made me pout, but it made us both giggle, and it was our special thing, so I loved it. “So you say our friends are coming over…” I began, before getting cut off. “I said family, but yes, friends too.” “Huh?” The doorbell rang, indicating that someone had arrived. “Wait… is it twelve already?” Vic yelled, jumping up and ruining our snuggly time. “I didn’t realise it was that late!” I had been too engrossed setting up my new gaming PC and opening all my gifts and snuggling to realise the time, so it seemed like neither of us were on the ball today. “I’ll go answer that…” Vic said, turning and looking down at me, as I sat on the sofa still. “You go get dressed, into something less babyish, okay baby?” “Less babyish? I thought you’d want me babyish today…” “No, our friends are okay with it, but I don’t know about family.” “You said family again, like it’s a separate thing… what are you talking about?” “Go! Go get dressed, quickly!” Vic pulled me up quickly, smacking my padded butt lightly, rushing me out of the living room. As I waddled up the stairs, I heard familiar voices coming from the main hallway of the manor. Beatrice, Beth and Susie had arrived by the sounds of it. I couldn’t make out any other voices, so Lucy’s house must not have arrived yet. As I was in the middle of taking the huge nappy off, managing one tape but getting stuck on the second, I heard a knock on the nursery door. “Hello?” Someone called out. “Occupied!” I cried out, desperate to stop them from coming in and seeing me like this. “I know, silly! Your Mummy said you may need a hand changing your nappy and getting dressed. And since Susie already needs a change, I offered. Especially as Bea has her hands full with Christmas dinner…” “Oh… Beth… sure… umm… come in?” I responded, blushing, as she and Susie walked in, pulling that ‘oh, doesn’t she look adorable?’ face at me. “Come on then hun, let's get you changed. Where are your big girl clothes?” “In… in my bedroom…” I replied. “That’s okay. Let’s get the nappy done first, then I’ll go get some clothes for you.” So I watched as she escorted Susie over to the changing table, lifting her up onto it and lifting up her smart, adult dress. I blushed and looked away, because even though I had been changed in front of other littles, including Susie, and they had been changed in front of me… I still found it embarrassing. Susie though… by now she felt no shame. It had been decades since she got introduced to all this, so she no longer felt the embarrassment of doing any of it in front of other littles and caregivers. “Any idea why we have to dress up smart?” Susie asked me as she got her nappy changed. “Nope. Vic won’t tell me.” “We’ve gotta pretend to be adults apparently. Non-kinksters attending or something like that.” “Non-kinksters? Who?” “Don’t ask me, I’m in the dark about this too…” Beth joined in, shrugging. And so as I waited for my turn to get changed, I wondered just who-in-the-Hell Vic invited. Shortly after I got changed into a clean nappy and a nice, appropriate dress, we headed back downstairs and I got to say hi to Beatrice, just in time for Lucy, Abs and Grim to arrive. They too were all dressed up all fancy, which surprised me. I thought it must be another big prank, but no… this seemed genuine, but none of us knew why and Vic was mysteriously absent most of the time. That was… until the doorbell went again. “Did she invite Meddy and Pandora?” I asked around the living room, but everyone shook their heads and shrugged. “GET THAT, WILL YOU BABY? I’M JUST GETTING READY.” Vic shouted down from the balcony, loud enough that I could hear it from the living room. “I guess I’ll answer the door… I hope they’re okay with demons…” I shrugged, knowing that my glamour hadn’t been applied, as this was supposed to be a day I wouldn’t need it. I shuffled off towards the front door as everyone continued to talk about presents and gifts and what their families are doing and stuff. And as I got nearer, I could hear multiple voices, ones that sounded familiar but I couldn’t place. ‘Maybe she did invite Pandora and Meddy…’ I shrugged, turning the doorknob and slowly opening the large front door. “MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Four people I had never seen before all looked at me in wonder, with great big smiles on their faces. Apparently not even demon-red skin, horns and a tail could scare these carolers away. (Yes, I had that experience earlier in the month. Usually the big, creepy manor deters random people coming up the driveway, but some carolers got especially brave, climbed the gate, and made their way to the front door. Safe to say… they won’t be coming back again. I nearly sent them home with nappies, they clearly needed them.) “I… sorry, you have the wrong house?” I replied to these… very beautiful people. Like seriously… these were like model-status gorgeous. They all wore white winter coats and looked immaculate, two guys and two gals, they all just smiled at me. Except one of the guys, who you could tell was pretending to smile. “NIA! AHHHHHHH!” One of the women thrust themselves forward, wrapping their arms around me and hugging me tightly. Despite the uncomfortable unconsenting hug, I felt a warmth from it that felt… familiar. But it was what I could now see behind them, that made things fall into place a little bit better. Or should I say… who. “Lucifer…” I croaked to the figure in the background, hanging out a dozen feet or so behind the group. I tried to sound normal, but you try that whilst having the stuffing squeezed out of you by this gorgeous woman hugging you! “Hey Sis. You seem surprised. Oh no… don’t tell me that lovely girlfriend of yours didn’t tell you…” Lucifer replied, sighing and clutching her forehead in disbelief. “Tell me… what?” I cried out, pulling myself away from the stranger who may have tried to end my existence on Earth by hugging me to death. “You don’t remember us?” The hugger said, looking offended as she flicked her gorgeous mousy-brown hair behind her shoulders. “I told you… her memories are slowly returning…” Lucifer said, before getting cut off suddenly. “Yes, but I don’t trust anything you say, viper…” She hissed at Lucifer. “Ugh, why don’t you go shove it up your angelic arse…” “Angeli…” I said, before getting interrupted. The four figures clad in white all turned back to me and smiled, before announcing in unison: “We’re your siblings, Nia!” “Sib…lings? Wait… are you… angels?” I asked, confused and bewildered. “Well duh, of course we are!” The black haired woman said. “Sorry… I… I don’t remember you.” It’s true, I genuinely didn’t. They felt familiar… but I couldn’t remember anything about them. My memories had been returning, but it seemed to be in reverse. Newer memories were returning, then ones from about a hundred years ago, then two hundred, and so on. I hadn’t remembered anything about my old existence as an angel yet, or any of my siblings aside from Lucifer. “That’s okay! We certainly remember you!” “Is… is that a good thing?” I asked. “Of course! We missed you, silly!” The brown-haired woman stepped forward and hugged me again, before backing off and introducing herself. “I’m Gabriel. We were as close as you and Luci were. But then there weren’t any angels who disliked you, hun. Everyone loved you. I don’t think it was possible to not love you.” The guy who had been fake-smiling before coughed awkwardly, looking around. Clearly he was the exception, whoever he was. The other guy, the one with long, dark hair stepped up next and hugged me. “Raph. Or Raphael. It’s good to see you again, Niazriel. I was wondering if any of you would break Father’s curse. But I think we all knew if anyone could… it was you.” He smiled at me. His aura just felt… he felt very ‘big brother’ to me… which felt nice. The other woman stepped forward, gave me a huge hug and waved at me. “Azrael. Angel of Death.” This woman looked different from the others, as she looked a lot more like Lucifer. Dark makeup and jet-black hair… This just made her stand out more with her white coat and white dress. Kinda like if you shoved someone pure into someone dark and edgy… this was the result. But she seemed nice at least. The last one, the snobby guy in the back, didn’t come and hug me like the others, they just nodded at me and turned their eyes away from me, before taking the lead and walking past me, straight into the house. “Oh my Dad… is this where you’re living now?” Gabriel said as she walked in after the snobby angel. Azrael and Raphael quickly followed them both, walking straight past me as if I wasn’t there. Thankfully, that’s when Luci walked up to me, put her arms around me, and hugged me tightly. “Yeah… that last one is Michael. He’s an ass. He was the only one who didn’t like you.” “He… didn’t like me?” I asked, feeling deeply hurt. “Well… he hated how much attention you got from the others. And how much Dad loved you. So when you sided with me, it just increased his hatred towards you due to his loyalty to Dad. He was the one who egged Dad on to give you all this curse and not just banish you to Hell, so excuse him. It’s been way too long since I saw him, he’s clearly not changed.” “Is… is this everyone? I thought there were loads of angels?” “Because of the date today, most of us are at Dad’s favourite son’s birthday party… even if he wasn’t born in December and it was just stolen from Pagans. But anyway, yeah, most couldn’t make it, and I’m not exactly welcome up there, so I was free anyway. I was going to just get drunk. Your girlfriend prayed for your family to visit, and Gabriel… being Gabriel… rounded up as many as she could afford to pull away. So you got us.” “You heard them?” “Hey, I’m still an angel. I can hear prayers too. And despite their disgust towards me, and my inability to deal with their Holier-than-thou bullshit… I wasn’t going to miss out on spending a holiday with my fave sis! Though I must say… I was expecting you to be more… infantile…” Luci winked at me, grinning, making me blush instantly. “Oi! That was… shush! She made me dress up nicely today.” I pouted at her. “I can hear the crinkles, sis. You’re not completely an adult. Don’t worry, the others won’t realise. Now, shall we go see how our siblings react to your non-human friends?” Lucifer said, putting her arm around me and closing the front door behind us. Chapter 3: Christmas Reunion Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess Walking into the living room, I was still slightly in shock that not only were my family wanting to see me… but that they were here, for Christmas dinner. I couldn’t remember any of them exactly, but they felt familiar, like… home. But the stark difference between our appearances kept reminding me that I had apparently fucked up big time siding with Lucifer eons ago, as their pristine white dresses and suits they had hidden underneath their coats clashed with my dark purple dress and my red skin… and horns… and tail… and fangs… “Umm… come on through… umm…” I mumbled, showing them through the main hall towards the living room where everyone else was currently chatting happily. Opening the door, I hesitantly smiled at everyone. “Hey Nia, are you okay, sweetie? You look… nervous.” Beth said, holding Susie on her lap. Nia, Abby and Grim were all sitting on the sofa together, and Beatrice was in the corner with her back turned to me, pouring herself a drink. “I… I’d like to introduce our latest guests…” I replied, awkwardly. “Who did Vic invite this time?” Beatrice laughed, without turning around. “My… my family…” I heard the clink of ice dropping into a glass as Beatrice turned around, her face looking mortified. “WHICH… ONES?” She growled at me. “Um… my… angelic ones…” “Angelic ones?” Lucy asked, confused. “Nia… she used to be an angel. She’s Lucifer’s sister…” Beatrice explained. I’m glad Beatrice explained it for me, as it still felt awkward for me to say. I hadn’t told anyone, only Vic. But since Beatrice knew about the whole thing, as her and Lucifer were the ones to set Vic and me up to break the curse… of course she already knew. My friends though… none of them knew. I mean it’s not something I can just blurt out whilst playing with dolls or colouring something. ‘Oh hey, so I used to be an angel and tried to rebel against God himself and got turned into a creature of Hell forced to suck the life force from others for eternity.’ They don’t even write a greeting card for that kind of thing. “Nia… was an ANGEL?” Lucy looked back over at me with amazement on her face, her mouth open wide. “Makes sense. Demons were probably transformed angels after the rebellion.” Beth said, as if it was just normal for her to know these things. Susie, Abby and Grim all looked at me in surprise, but still… nowhere near as excited or amazed as Lucy was currently. She must have a thing for angels. “Nia… which ones are here?” Beatrice asked, looking angrier than I had ever seen her before. “Raphael… Gabriel… Azrael… Michael…” “RAPH, GABE… GET IN HERE, NOW!” Beatrice screamed, her voice echoing through the whole manor. I turned around to see Raphael and Gabriel shuffle guiltily into the living room, looking at the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Bea asked, crossing her arms the way Vic does whenever I’ve been bratty. “We… we didn’t know you’d be here… We honestly didn’t know you even knew our sister…” Gabriel replied, sounding nervous. “Yeah… what she said.” Raphael added. “Wait… so Beatrice knows two Archangels?” Lucy asked Grim, who just shrugged his shoulders. “Bea? How do you know my siblings?” I asked her. “How do you think…?” Lucifer said as she walked past us all, confidently, pushing past the two guilty-looking angels and walking over to Beatrice, where she began making herself a drink. “What does she mean by that?” Lucy asked, innocently. The rest of us had figured it out already. “It means they fu…” “ANYWAY!” Azrael said, cutting Grim off and walking in. “Hi, I’m Azrael. Hi Beatrice.” She said, nodding over to Beatrice, who just nodded back at her. ‘At least she hasn’t gone through my entire family tree…’ I thought to myself, rolling my eyes at my ex-nanny. “Azrael? The angel of Death?” Lucy asked, surprised. “I’ve met Death. You’re not them.” Susie spoke up, giving the evil eye to Azrael. “I… well…” Azrael looked around, nervously. Lucifer laughed, causing everyone to all look at her now. “She’s Death’s biggest fangirl. She’s probably the first ever fangirl of anything, ever. She saw Death once near the beginning of time and since then has been obsessed about copying them. Hence the edgy makeup.” Lucifer said, popping the olive from her drink into her mouth. “SHUT UP, VIPER!” Azrael snapped at her, making Lucifer laugh. “Oh hello! You must be Nia’s family, it’s lovely to meet you all! I’m glad you could come!” Victoria said, appearing in the doorway on the other side of the living room, looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. If she didn’t have me getting hungrier and hungrier by the minute just looking at her, I would probably yell at her for surprising me with all this. No, instead I was too busy thinking about jumping her bones to be angry right now. Thankfully, Beatrice had my back on that front. No, not the jum… oh nevermind, you know what I mean. “Vic… why didn’t you tell me you were inviting MY EXES?” Beatrice yelled across the room, towards my Mummy. “Your… oh. Sorry! I didn’t know! I just thought it’d be nice for Nia to have her family for Christmas…” Victoria looked really awkward now. Lucifer just laughed again, walked past me, towards the comfortable recliner in the corner. But as she passed me, she bent down and whispered: “Oh this is going to be the best Christmas ever…” ----------------------------------------------------------------- And so we all chatted in the living room. Trying to act like a ‘normal’ family. Whatever that is. Lucy kept asking Michael questions, but he kept looking at her with disgust. Lucifer explained to me discreetly that Michael is bad enough normally, but he despises the ‘creatures’ of Earth, ‘creatures’ being vampires and werewolves and undead. Humans he can stand… just about. It was adorable really though, because it looked like a toddler asking their Uncle question after question, and the Uncle has had enough but is trying to be polite and not ruin dinner. Azrael was busy talking to Susie about Death, about their experiences, all whilst Beth sipped her wine, happily listening to her wife ramble on. Grim and Abby kept to themselves mostly, they didn’t seem bothered by my angelic siblings. Vic got an earful from Beatrice, before our friend turned her gaze to her ‘exes’ and started having a go at the pair in the corner of the room, before dragging both of them out of the room to finish cooking Christmas dinner. It was hilarious, Gabriel and Raphael both following her heels closely, like a couple of submissives… It made me wonder just what kind of relationship they had had in the past. And… how many of my damn siblings she’s dated… Lucifer sat in the recliner, drinking slowly, happily listening to the chaos that had engulfed our normally-cosy living area. Vic… Vic seemed hesitant to even look at me. She could see how weird I felt about this, and I think she felt like she had fucked up. Which just left me, sitting on the sofa, awkwardly, not talking or interacting with anyone, just watching everyone else socialising or enjoying themselves. Twiddling my thumbs, squirming in place as my other hunger started rising… I was not exactly having fun. This wasn’t the reunion I was expecting. It was somehow better but also worse than what I had imagined. They weren’t at each other’s throats… or mine… but there was this awkward distance between Lucifer and the others, as if none of them could stand to even look at her, let alone be near her. Lucifer, however, didn’t seem to mind this, as if she was used to it… maybe even enjoyed it. So, taking the initiative, I took a deep breath and walked over to where Lucy and Michael were sitting and completely interrupted what moment they were having by sitting on Michael’s lap. It seems my inner brat was back, and I was going to take these fuckers down with me if they don’t start behaving like adults. “So do you have wings? Do they magically appear or are they squeezed under your suit? Can I see them?” Lucy asked him as I sat down. “Grim wants to chat to you.” I lied to Lucy, making her wander off awkwardly, sitting by Abby and Grim and chatting to them. Once she was out of earshot, I turned and grinned at Michael, who looked just as visibly disgusted at me as he did around Lucy. “What?” He snapped at me. “How’s it hanging, big bro?” I replied, my grin growing with each uncomfortable second. “Hello, Niazriel.” He was clearly an angel of few words. “So obviously correct me if I’m wrong, as the whole ‘having my memories stolen from me’ kinda ruins a reunion when you can’t remember even knowing them… but it seems you don’t like me. Why is that?” “I…” “Is it my red skin? Tail? Horns?” “That is just evidence of your betrayal.” He looked up at me and stared at me directly in the eyes. “But I don’t even remember doing it. And even then, it sounds like Dad wasn’t exactly ‘Father of the Year’...” “Don’t you dare talk about him that way…” Michael growled at me, trying not to raise his voice. “Or what? He’ll take my memories again? Oh what a shame. Plus I heard it was you who planted that idea in his head…” “He can do much more than that. What if he decides to take away your little girlfriend…” I laughed and put my hand on his shoulder, gripping tighter and tighter until I could feel my nails cutting through his suit. Any tighter and that’s not all that they would be cutting through… “Michael… don’t underestimate our sister.” Lucifer said, appearing behind me. It appears she had been listening the whole time and decided now was the best time to step in… probably for Michael’s sake. “You hear all the gossip in the Silver City, so I assume you heard about what she did when those cultists took her girlfriend away from her, right?” “I…” Michael rolled his eyes. “She. Is. Off. Limits. Got that?” I growled. Michael just grumbled at me. “GOT THAT?” I growled louder, gaining the attention of the other guests in the room. “Understood.” He muttered. “I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of beef you’ve got with Lucifer, monsters, and more importantly… me. You can come at me with all you’ve got if you want. But if you, or Dad, come for her… I will tear down the Silver City if you even lay a finger on her.” “She will. Not even Dad will be able to stop her.” Lucifer added. “Off limits. Got it. Now get your filthy claws off me, Hellspawn…” Michael replied, with venom in his voice. My anger subsided and I put a huge grin on my face and smiled at him. “Okay Big bro, good catch up!” I said with a chipper voice, jumping off his lap and skipping off to go sit with Vic. “What was that?” Vic asked as I sat on her lap and snuggled up to her, laying my head on her shoulder. “Just family squabbles. It’s nothing.” I smiled up at her. “You threatened him, didn’t you? Because he threatened me?” “Only a little bit. But wait… you could hear?” “No, but I saw your tail stand on end when he growled at you. Then I saw the vice-like grip on his shoulder and put two and two together.” “S… sorry…” “No sweetie, I’m sorry for not telling you about inviting them. I just thought… I wanted you to have family here for Christmas. And now that your memories are slowly returning, I was hoping seeing them would speed it up a bit and you could be happy. I didn’t even stop to think about the animosity between Lucifer and your other siblings… or you and them.” “Shush. You did a lovely thing, but it blew up in your face. Plus Gabriel and Raph seem okay with me! Az… she seems okay… I guess… and hey, Michael is a dick to everyone, apparently. And did you see Beatrice’s face when she found out Gabe and Raph were here? Priceless. That alone would be the best Christmas present ever.” I grinned up at her. “Well I’m glad you’re okay with it. Again, I’m sorry. But don’t worry, that’s not all your presents. I know you got the toys earlier and your computer, and now this… but there’s still one present later.” My eyes lit up upon receiving this news. I loved presents. “What is it?” “That would ruin it. You just enjoy your day. Food shouldn’t be too long now, then after a few party games we’ll snuggle up just me and you and have a nice evening together. That’s when you can have your present, okay baby?” “Is it a sexy present then?” “It’s… pretty sexy.” She smiled back at me. I clapped my hands, excitedly, wiggling on her lap as my tail swished back and forth behind me. “Now, baby girl… how’s that nappy?” She whispered. “I… umm… it’s a bit soggy…” I whispered back. “I can tell…” “Y… you can?” “Yes. But don’t worry, pretty sure your big brother couldn’t tell you were padded when you sat on his lap.” I blushed and nuzzled into her shoulder more, enjoying this closeness, surrounded by family. Even if it is a little dysfunctional. Chapter 4: Christmas Dinner Infernum Infantem: Nativitas Reunionis – LittleFallenPrincess “Who wants to say grace?” Gabriel asked as we all sat around the enormously long dining table in this lavish dining room. Everyone had their own places, with Vic and my friends sitting at one end, and me and my siblings sitting at the other end. I wish I was sitting next to Vic, but my family insisted on spending more time with me after wasting so much time being yelled at by Beatrice. “Seriously, Gabe?” Lucifer gave the hardest stare at our sister, and I quickly joined in. “What?” She replied, not seeing why we were so upset. “You want to thank Dad for this… when both of us were…” “You were cast down for rebelling! That’s on you.” Gabriel responded, sounding very ‘holier than thou’ towards us. “I don’t think it’s in good taste either…” Vic said, thankfully standing up for me. “But we are his loyal children.” Gabe argued. “You’re a suck up, that’s what you are.” Lucifer muttered, rolling her eyes. “SHUT UP SAMAEL!” Gabriel yelled across the table. “OR WHAT?” Lucifer shouted back. “OR I’LL SEND YOU BACK TO HELL MYSELF!” Michael joined in. The three of them started yelling back and forth at each other, picking up cutlery and threatening the other with it. Raph and Azrael hadn’t raised their voices or joined in yet, but I could see them eyeing Lucifer like they were ready to attack her. “Please… stop…” Vic muttered, sounding a little overwhelmed. Normally she’d stand up for herself, and especially for me… but these are angels, she’s just a human. I think she felt a little out of her depth around this celestial family feud, so her fight was just… gone. I could see how upset she was getting as Raphael and Azrael finally joined in the yelling, aiming their hatred at Lucifer. It was now four on one and my girlfriend was getting overwhelmed and Beatrice looked like she was ready to step in but Beth was holding her back, with her hand gripping her sister’s arm. “This… was supposed to be a nice Christmas… I haven’t celebrated since… her… and I just wanted Nia to…” Vic started quietly crying to herself next to me. And I lost it. “EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!” The scream violently filled the room, echoing through the whole manor, making everyone freeze in place, instantly losing their voices, looking terrified. As they all stopped and turned to look at me, their eyes widened in fear and shock (well, all except Beatrice, who had the biggest grin on her face right now), I felt my throat ache like never before, so I grabbed a glass of water from in front of me and chugged it down before looking back up at my siblings and slamming my hands down on the dining table. “STOP. NOW.” I coughed out, sounding scratchy after what was probably the loudest noise I had ever managed. “Can’t you see what you’re doing to my love?” I said, pointing at Vic who had stopped crying at this point and joined the rest of them looking up at me in shock. “I…” Gabe began. “NO! Shut the fuck up, Gabe. And you too Michael. And you Raph. And Azrael.” Lucifer smiled and began to open her mouth before I cut her off too. “AND you too, Lucifer.” They all sat down, awkwardly, giving each other menacing glances. “I don’t give a shit what went down thousands of years ago. Boo hoo, Lucifer rebelled. Maybe she did it for good reason, I don’t know, I CAN’T FUCKING REMEMBER thanks to the worst father of all time. But no matter what, that shit happened so long ago it should be in the past and forgotten about. People change. Look at me, I was torturing nerds in Hell until not that long ago. And now here I am, surrounded by the most wonderful family. And no, this doesn’t include any of you angelic arseholes. Look at my gorgeous girlfriend… She wanted the world to end for the past 40 or so years, but here she sits, trying her best to give me the best Christmas possible. People change. If you can’t deal with that, or at least play nice together, get… the fuck… out.” I growled, bearing my fangs at my ‘siblings’. Vic put her hand on mine and smiled up at me. “S… sorry.” Lucifer said, finally finding the courage to speak up. “I guess things have been left to fester for a while now. None of us ever even tried to move on.” “Yeah… I’m sorry…” Gabriel looked just as guilty as the rest of them, but managed to smile up at Lucifer with genuine kindness in her eyes. “Sorry, Sis…” Raph and Azrael chimed in next. Michael though… no, he can’t accept anything, being the righteous Daddy’s boy that he is… And so he left. Just took the napkin from his collar and dropped it on the plate, before screeching his chair back and walking out in a huff. There was an awkward silence lingering in the air as no one knew what to say once Michael had left. “More food for me!” We all stared at Grim, who had the biggest grin on his face as he reached over and grabbed Michael’s plate, bringing it over to his place and began devouring it. And so the silence broke. Tensions were relieved as everyone laughed at the wolf boy shoving a turkey leg into his mouth. “That, Beatrice… that was amazing.” Lucifer said, undoing the button on her waistcoat and patting her tummy. “I agree.” Gabriel added, gently placing her knife and fork on the empty plate. We had all eaten way too much food and collapsed back into our chairs, not a single one of us leaving a scrap of food on our plates. “Glad we can finally agree on some things.” Luci replied. “Like how we’ve got the best little sister ever?” Gabe smiled at Lucifer, before they both looked at me. “Agreed.” I quickly hid my blushing face behind my napkin. “Shame Michael couldn’t accept this new normal. But then he never liked me.” Luci shrugged. “Don’t mind him, he’s always been like this.” Gabriel said to Lucifer before turning to me. “Thank you, Nia, for all this. And you too Vic, I can’t imagine a better human… no, person, for my sister to be with.” Vic’s face lit up and found it hard to maintain eye contact with my sister. “Yeah, Nia… you’ve found yourself a really good human. And who knew these… What is the collective term for you lot? Monsters?” Gabriel asked. “We don’t really like that term…” Abby spoke up, after staying quiet for so long during that awkward family drama. “Sorry, what do you call your kind then? We’ve always called you monsters.” “We never really coined a term, though lately we’ve been going by ‘Monstrum’.” “That’s literally the same word we use but in a dead language…” Gabe looked confused. “Yes, but it doesn’t sound as mean.” Lucy piped up. Gabriel just laughed, making Lucy blush instantly. “Okay then, well it turns out we’ve been a bit hasty in judging these ‘Monstrum’. Okay… I can see it now, it doesn’t sound as horrible, I understand now. Anyway, yeah, I’m glad you’ve found a family of your own Nia. Though please never forget you also have one in the Silver City.” “And in the underworld…” Lucifer added. “Am I even allowed back in Heaven?” I asked. “I’ll have to talk to Dad. Maybe I can get you a visitor's pass?” Gabe laughed. “So what now?” Beatrice asked, changing the topic quickly, thankfully. “Games and a few drinks?” Vic suggested. “Brilliant! I’m a pro at that game where you buy property and build hotels.” My ex-Nanny grinned. “NO! I’m not playing with you again. I ended up owing you like twelve favours that one game we had.” Lucifer replied to her. “Yeah, I’m out already. Never play against Beatrice.” My other three angelic siblings all said, bowing out instantly. “I’ll play!” Lucy spoke up, stupidly getting herself into something she wasn’t prepared for. “Me too!” Abby and Grim added. Susie and Beth knew better, keeping their mouths shut, as did I. Vic was about to agree to play before I quickly reached over and placed my hand over her mouth, shaking my head violently at her, trying to signal to her not to. “The three kiddos then…” Bea’s grin grew wider… and more sinister. “We’ll have to get going, we need to get back to the Silver City and make sure Michael isn’t telling Dad too many lies about today. Plus you know it’s the ‘kid’s fake birthday, and we already got an earful for skipping out part of that.” Gabriel shrugged. “Awww, do you really have to go?” I whined. “Don’t worry, we’ll come visit more often now.” I climbed out of my chair and ran over to Gabe, pouncing on her and giving her the biggest hug. “I’m glad you’re back with us, Nia. And thank you for starting the healing process for our family. It may take a while, maybe even a few centuries or millennia… but I think we’ll get there eventually thanks to you.” “And Michael?” I asked. “I’m sure you’ll drag him along with us, kicking and screaming, if needed. Don’t you worry about him.” “Oh… Miss Gabriel?” Susie shouted from the other side of the dining room. “Yes, Susan?” “Can you tell my Grandma something?” “Sure. What is it?” Gabriel smiled at my reanimated friend. “That… I… That I made the right choice.” Susie said, blushing and burying her face into her wife’s shoulder. “Got it. I’ll make sure she gets your message.” Gabriel replied, smiling at her. “I’ll see you out. Luci… are you staying or going?” I asked my devilish sister. “I’ll… stay for a bit. If that’s okay. It was nice seeing you Gabe. Eww… I can’t believe I said that. Nia, you’re rubbing off on me.” Lucifer laughed. “She’s always been able to do that. On all of us.” Gabe said, squeezing me tighter. Once my more angelic side of the family had left, leaving just my ‘Monstrum’ side and my devilish sister left, we all moved back into the living room and broke out the party games. Of course Beatrice won her games against my friends, making them all quickly regret signing up for it. And because they lost… they’re all currently in the cutest, frilliest little baby maid outfits, waddling about, cleaning the manor from top to bottom with feather dusters and washing the dishes after our meal. I swear I have never seen Lucy’s face more red than it was during that humiliating experience. The rest of us all dodged a bullet. A very humiliating, blushy, bullet. Lucifer had a few more drinks before bowing out and leaving, but not before she teased my friends. I guess having the head honcho for torturing as a sister pays off, it makes her an expert at teasing. Though for some reason, she still pales in comparison to Beatrice, who kept the losers of their little game blushy for the rest of the afternoon and evening, all the way up to the point where they had to leave and go back to their homes. Nia, Grim and Abby were the next to go, thanking Vic and me for such an amazing Christmas and thanking Beatrice for the food once again. And I noticed as they all waddled out of the manor in their normal clothes… Beatrice hadn’t returned everything back to normal. That extra-wide waddle was not there before… Susie, Beth and Beatrice stayed for another hour, before announcing that they were leaving, but not before Beatrice handed a little wrapped present to Vic, planting a little kiss on her cheek and winking at me. And once the door shut… it was just Vic and I, alone together, again. “What did she give you?” I asked, desperate to know what surprise present Vic got. “A present. Isn’t that obvious, silly baby?” My girlfriend grinned at me. “Buh wha is it!?” I whined more. “Oh I see, as soon as your friends have gone, little Nia comes out to play instantly…” “I wanna knooooooow!” “I… fine. Come with me, demonling.” Vic said, grabbing my hand and escorting me into the living room, where it suddenly felt so… empty… so lifeless. All that was left were the remnants of the board games we had been playing, the empty glasses of alcohol that had been consumed, and the roaring fireplace keeping the room from freezing over. “So… what is it?” I asked again as my girlfriend led me to the fireplace, now holding both of my hands as she positioned me perfectly in line with the toasty hearth. “This… is a present for both of us.” She said, letting go of my hands and taking apart the wrapping on the small box. It looked like a jewellery box. “Is that…?” “It is. A new amulet of protection. Though this is enhanced with certain extra magical properties…” She teased. “Huh?” “Your wet nurse isn’t on Christmas break, sweetie. She isn’t needed anymore, so I gave her a hefty severance payment.” “Wait… so…” “If you ever need to nurse, or you want to feed through more adult means… this has got you covered either way…” I blushed and nearly melted into a little pile of demon goo on the spot at the thought of her feeding me like my wet nurse does… did… I mean, I was a blushy mess whenever she fed me, and I guess I needed to feed otherwise I’d have to suck on other people’s lifeforce, people who can’t regenerate. But it felt… less special. This though… This was my ultimate fantasy involving Vic. Or at least I thought it was… “But I have one last gift to be opened.” Vic said, reaching behind her back. “Ooooh! From who?” I asked. “From me… to you.” “Huh? I thought I got my presents.” “They were presents for little you. I told you earlier I had one more for you, so this… this is for my girlfriend.” “Huh?” And that’s when she pulled out another box, though this one was… smaller. Holding it in one hand, she used the other to open it, but at the same time… she knelt down, standing on one knee. “Wait… I… I’ve seen humans… oh…” My brain was piecing all my memories back together, the ones I remembered about all this, as I saw the sparkling great big whopping diamond on the silver ring in the box. “Nia, my love… will you marry me?” ======================================================== And there we have it. So... what did you all think? I loved writing it and so far I've made a number of my supporters on SubscribeStar cry, which I am very proud of. I just finished writing Little in Love 2, so after a small break I'll be starting Monster book #3, which will be posted once Little in Love 2 has finished (got months left of that, don't worry, it won't be for a while that we see monster book 3 on here). And as stated, this is going to be the rough length of most of my short stories that I'll be taking commissions for, starting next month. 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Wearing diapers in one of the very few things that gets me harder then ever.

I really love dressing as a sissy in diapers. I am straight mostly. If i met another sissy like myself i would probably be tempted to slip my hand in her diaper and masturbate her till she comes. I would let her do the same to me. With the feelings i get when sissified, I can't rule out oral or even anal sex. I only have these feeling while dressed as a helpless, diapered sissy.

On purpose? Every day.

I've never talked about me being a DL to anyone, not even my partner. I'm afraid of his reaction. I think he will not like my fetish. I will always put my diaper on to relax myself when I'm a few hours alone at home 😊

I consider myself straight and I’m into girls. I just like doing girly things and wearing girly clothes secretly.

Yep, same as the others here. Personally I don't think that 'sissy' necessarily means 'gay'. I'm a little girl who wears little girl nappies and clothes and LOVES Mummies boobies 😃. Not interested in men in any shape or form.

I am so not into Guys. my belief is that I am actually a lesbian I watch all these "woke" commercials with Guys kissing guys and it does nothing.

I usually poop in the morning after coffee. But if I am out and about and have do go #2 I don’t hesitate....