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Chapter 99: Sparkles WHEN GRANDMA WOKE me up the next day, I swore I’d only slept for an hour at most! I was exhausted, but adrenaline carried me through a very aggressive morning swim. A shower followed, and Grandma had just gotten me dressed when Beth came in. “Want a hand with your hair?” she smiled at me. “If you don’t mind,” Beth added to Grandma. Grandma smiled, “Go ahead, she’s your girlfriend.” I blushed, “Sure?” “Don’t worry, I have the perfect idea for you for today!” She smiled as Grandma left. “Now I am worried,” I said as she got to work with me, sitting in my desk chair. “Normally, I might go ahead and use the nanite spray they used for the shoot with this, but I think you need to take a break from nanite anything for a bit!” I grimaced, but even then, I felt like the diaper was already a little squishy. She used a brush for several minutes, a miniature handheld battery-powered hairdryer, and then, finally, some sort of rod that I eventually decided was a portable curling iron. “Stay there,” she told me as she dug through Mom’s old hair stuff. “Good thing your mom left all of this stuff!” I tried to look at what she had, but she held my head forward, “Nope, not until I’m done, princess.” I blushed at being called ‘princess’ by my girlfriend! She peeked around, smiled at my red face, kissed me, and then went back to work. I felt her fiddle with the top layer of my hair on the backside for a few minutes before she tied something off and used a clip on top of it. “I’m not going to look bad, am I?” I asked nervously. “Of course not, silly! You’re going to look cute!” She said with a smile. “That’s what I’m afraid of?” I said, sticking my tongue out at her. She tickled my side without warning, then said, “Carly, I hate to tell you this, but you’re going to look ‘cute’ no matter what you do. You look like you genuinely should be in daycare or maybe, at most, a preschool. I think the only thing you can do until you go home is embrace the look and play up to the fact that no one wants to pick on a cute little girl who is nothing but sweet to everyone.” I looked at her skeptically, but she said, “See, you look adorable.” She took a picture, and I got to see myself in three dimensions. She’d put my hair up into a half-ponytail, curled my bangs that we hadn’t gotten rid of amid everything yesterday, and then clipped what seemed like a giant bow made with Emerson colors onto the tie holding the half-pony. “My sisters would love the bow,” I sighed. “They’re cheerleaders, right?” Beth smirked. “Yes,” I stared at myself for a long moment, “You’re right, I’m adorable. I hope they let me walk around…?” “If they will, I won’t,” she smiled. Beth picked me up without warning and carried me downstairs. My tights maintained a little bit of modesty, but I knew the skirt of my jumper was creeping up higher as she carried me downstairs, and it revealed my diaper area. Grandma said when she sat me in my highchair, “Carly doesn’t normally have issues making a mess, but grab a bib for her just in case. It wouldn’t do for her to be messy on her first day?” ‘No, the only mess will just be inside my diapers?’ I thought worriedly. Far too quickly for my tastes, breakfast was over, and we soon pulled into the parking lot. Grandma approached my side of the car and let me out while Nikki reappeared from a vehicle she’d somehow gotten out to Grandma’s house the day before. “Good luck, Carly, I’ll come by your Holo Theory class to pick you up,” she told me. I blushed but accepted the hug and kiss before placing my offered backpack on my back. “There’s four diapers in there,” Grandma told me. The HoloChangers have their own supply, too, but if Beth, or someone else you trust, wants to change you, there’s some in there.” “Thanks,” I said, blushing brighter. “Actually, let me check you before you go,” Grandma said. I yelped as she reached under my uniform and then clucked, “I’m going to have to remember you’re not potty trained anymore…” She opened the hatchback of her car and hoisted me up, “Let’s get you in a dry diaper before you go to class!” Beth stood by awkwardly, waiting after flashing me a smile. Grandma was definitely experienced with changing diapers, though. She changed me faster than anyone could have since it was only wet. After a hug and a kiss, we were finally free to walk away, with Nikki following about ten feet behind us. “So, how do you want to do this?” Beth asked as we walked down the sidewalk to Kilby, where our classes were. “What?” “Do you want me to ignore the elephant in the room? Pretend you’re not diapered?” I blushed, “Or?” “Or… I help? I can check on you and change you if needed between classes?” I shrugged, “It’s up to you? I totally don’t blame you if you want nothing to do with my diapers?” I sighed, “I’m sure they’re not all going to be wet.” She laughed, “No, they won’t be.” Without warning, she picked me up, “Well, if I’m changing you, that means I can carry you to places now, too!” “What? Beth?!?” She blew a raspberry at me and squeezed me tight. “I can make certain you’re safe this way!” I groaned, “Are you turning into a Big on me?” She giggled, “Not in that way, but you are undeniably cute.” We did make better time, at least with her carrying me. My feet didn’t complain nearly as much in the new shoes then, either. They were certainly not as comfortable as tennis shoes, and even the fake dress shoes the boys had to wear seemed more comfortable to walk in. “So?” Beth asked. “So?” “What is your decision?” “You can change me… and if you’re changing me, you can carry me,” I said quietly. With a smile, she hugged me, and then we split into separate classes. ‘What the hell has gotten into her?’ I had to ask myself then! ‘Hopefully, she snaps out of it. Otherwise, I’ll have to tell her to tone it down,’ I told myself. Walking into Doctor Turing’s class, I discovered I was a little later than I usually arrived. That meant more seats were already filled, and the occupants stared at me. Doctor Turing herself turned and saw me, “Can I help you? Are you lost, sweetie?” I sighed, “Good morning, Doctor Turing; you may not recognize me, but I’m Carly… Slane?” Her eyes lit up in recognition, “Oh, well… I guess there were some changes?” “Malfunctioning nanites for a film project my group is working on,” I told her. “Sounds like a… problem?” I shrugged, “No solution right now.” “Everything else okay?” “More or less,” I said. Skylar came up then and said, “Here, let me give you a hand.” I was in the air and inside the attached highchair before I could say no. Her actions caused my jumper skirt to flare up, and I had no doubt the onesie underneath that held my diaper in place flashed everyone—no doubt with the edges of the padding visible around it, too… “You look sooooo cute!” She practically squealed, “I love your hair!” I sighed, “Thanks, Skylar.” “Let me know if you need a change after class,” she said, “I could tell you’ve had to upgrade your protection.” I wanted to bash my head against the desk then, but fortunately, Doctor Turing began lecturing instead. She went over the projects we’d submitted to her and was ripping through each one quite pointedly. “Con…Carly,” she said, “Sorry about that, Carly. Your solution works amazingly well for what I asked.” “Thanks!” I said. “There are far more efficient ways to do this, though,” she went on about how I could have saved a ton of code and resources to get the same result. With a sigh, I just took notes and tried to learn as much as possible. By the time we finished the class, my brain hurt as Professor Turing took some really crazy leaps to make the process more efficient. It all made sense, but I suspected I would need to visit her during office hours or get Grandma to help me with a couple of the pieces of information she had shared! At the end of the class, Skylar helped me down from the chair, and I found myself impressed that she didn’t just check my diaper. “Do you need help with anything?” She asked nervously. I smiled at her, “I’m good, thanks, Skylar.” BETH HAD SAT through her class, disbelieving at how she had acted that morning. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’ she thought. She knew that Bigs could have cossetting problems; she’d seen it firsthand with her mom and friends growing up, but never had she felt like that. She blushed and reminded herself she wanted a girlfriend, not a baby! ‘Mom made both work?’ she thought before mentally smacking herself. She’d paid attention in logic design but knew she was unfocused enough that studying with Carly would help her get back on track. ‘Carly,’ she thought. As soon as her class finished, she rushed out to find Carly and found herself kneeling beside her, “Carly, I am so sorry about earlier, I don’t know what came over me?!?” Carly looked surprised by her apology but said, “It’s okay… it was a little weird though?” “I think it’s hormones, maybe?” Right then, it registered with her that her cycle was getting ready to happen. “Definitely hormones,” she said immediately after. Carly looked at her and shrugged, “You can make up for it by being my ride to class?” She whispered then, “And maybe a change?” Beth noticed Nikki then and nodded that they were moving towards a bathroom, “Let’s get the change done over at Marconi so we’re closer to class.” “How was your class?” Carly asked her as she pushed open the bathroom door. “I was really distracted…” she told her, “You caused it, so you’ll have to tutor me tonight or tomorrow,” she teased. Carly just rolled her eyes at that. Beth wasn’t as experienced as others with changing diapers. Still, she’d done it enough on her dolls growing up, as well as a few actual babies at Livy’s mom’s daycare, that she was pretty quick with getting her girlfriend out of the not-too-soaked diaper and into the new one. “You probably could have waited a while?” “Last thing I want to do is leak on the first day?” “True,” she agreed. The two split off in Marconi, and Beth knew she wouldn’t see her again until after Calculus since she and her grandparents would get her dorm switched. “She’ll get to see how it is for the girls then,” Beth groaned. She’d heard that while the boys’ nests were terrible, the girls were worse and fully infantilizing doll-making machines. ‘Maybe it’s a better place with the new rules?’ Beth shook her head, ‘Carly is in for a long day no matter what!’ Her Fields and Waves professor started lecturing right then, and she decided that one class behind was more than enough. She got her head into the lecture and made sure to pay attention. I HAD SAT through another awkward re-introduction to my professor. Still, helpfully, Carter was in my earlier class and already knew the score. He helped me into my seat and fended off a couple of would-be mommies. ‘I guess if I’m going to have one, Beth is better than the others?’ I shook my head. As soon as she said her cycle, I had no doubt what that was code for! Growing up with five women in the house taught me to avoid and comfort my sisters and moms when they got a little crazy. It helped, and didn’t help, that it was the same days on the calendar that I knew to walk on eggshells! Based on the code Beth spoke, I knew hormones were definitely doing a number on her. The changes I’d undergone placed my body in a stasis as a pre-pubescent. That meant my body shape looked far more like a child than an adult, even if I suddenly regained height on a trip back home. The only positive was that I wouldn’t have to deal with my own monthly issues. The downside is that I couldn’t have kids if I wanted to when I returned. ‘Mom figured that out,’ I reminded myself with a sigh. Truthfully, that was a significant negative in my head, even though I had no desire to have any little ones at this point! The day’s lecture focused on the emitters themselves and how they needed to be tuned to work together. Our professor didn’t just give a how-to, though. It involved mathematically precise calculations and determining the proper angles to get the particles to collide correctly and align. In short, it was precisely why I had come to the dimension! When class ended, I gathered my things and left while hearing one girl ask, “Who let their baby sister come to class today?” and another say, “Someone brought the kid they were babysitting to HoloFields? That’s cruel and unusual punishment!” I just shook my head and kept moving to the exit, where Grandma and Grandpa awaited me. “How was class?” Grandma asked. “Good!” “Ready to get this move done?” Grandpa asked, already carrying the suitcases I’d brought with me. I shook my head, “Not really, but let’s get it over with?” He gave a short laugh and agreed. Grandma didn’t ask; she just scooped me up and placed me on her side as they walked faster than I would have been able to Sanders Hall. A few friends waved at me or gave me curious looks, but most knew I had large and important grandparents by then! She carried me all the way to the elevator before setting me down. I stood patiently waiting for the elevator to take us to my floor. I followed my familiar path from the past few weeks. I discovered the two nest mothers I expected to see already in the room. Mackenzie sat in the rocking chair while Lilly sat on the bean bag. “There she is!” Lilly said, standing up and walking over to me. Without warning, she hugged me, “Oh my god! You are so pretty!!!!!!” After releasing the hug, she added, “I’m so sorry this happened to you!” I was a bit surprised by the contact, but I gave her a quick smile, “Thanks… it’s a little strange?” “I bet!” Lilly said. “Sorry, Miss Mackenzie, I guess you both already know I can’t be in your nest anymore?” I swore it looked like Mackenzie was about to cry, and she suddenly knelt down and hugged me. “I can’t believe I’m letting my best friend steal my favorite Gryphon chick!” I laughed at that but noticed she wiped a tear away. “She’s right, you’re very pretty now! Miss Lilly has promised to take good care of you, and I’ve been promised visiting rights,” she said with a smile. “She also promised me we’ll still get to swim together in the mornings so I can keep in shape!” I looked up at Lilly, who nodded, “Yes, I have no problems letting you swim still. I need my swim partner!” “Thanks,” I said. “Well, you have a class to get to, and you should probably eat lunch? Let’s get you moved out and into Miss Lilly’s nest!” A half-hour later, I had my backpack on my shoulder. Grandma had my lockbox and a couple of small shopping bags they’d filled with things. Grandpa carried a stack of two boxes of diapers and wipes. Mackenzie was holding the case of water Grandma had brought that day, and Lilly forced me to let her take my two suitcases! Compared to me, they looked like they weren’t carrying anything! Lilly’s nest was on the same floor, apparently, but in the opposite direction at the elevator. We walked down an unfamiliar hallway to a door labeled ‘The Sparkles’ with a picture of a baby unicorn in glittery multi-colored splendor. “Welcome to the Sparkle Nest!” Lilly said as we walked through the door and into what I could only describe as the most over-the-top girly room on the planet! ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading!!! Please press the Like Button and leave a comment! (I'd hate to withhold Friday's chapter...???) 😈 So it's official: Carly is about to have a new home and new nest mommy there! And we're about to hit Chapter 100! I'm currently working on Chapter 118 and am still ahead of you all, thankfully! As I enter the next couple of months, my writing time will decrease... I am trying my best to continue to make these chapters weekly, at least until the work is finished. I'm currently just under 350k words into the storyline, and I'm guessing there's another 100k to go. (Could be more, we'll see) Hoping to pass the Exchanged trilogy before this weekend is over! Speaking of Exchanged, don't forget all of my completed works are available on Amazon Kindle! http://amazon.com/author/babysofia

“Ugh, this is so fucking typical!” Kelsey shouted in a frustrated tone, poking and prodding at her food with her fork before letting it drop to the plate as it sent out a loud, echoing crash. “Why is it so difficult to just send it back!?” Danny stared down at his own pasta as he stirred it around with his fork. He felt hopeless and completely unsure of himself as his eyes darted around the various points on his plate. He’d thought dinner had been going well up to this point, but like most things it seemed he was wrong. “Can’t you just eat around them?” He asked stupidly as he tried to get her to lower her voice, not wanting to have to wave a waiter down and demand that the restaurant remake the dish. “No, Danny. I’m not just going to eat around them. The entire dish is disgusting!” Kelsey shouted, clearly catching the attention of everyone around her. “It's not that damn hard!” Danny felt himself tensing up, feeling the eyes of those around them all looking in their direction as the waiter slowly dragged his feet in their general direction, obviously trying to avoid Kelsey himself. “Is uh- there anything I can do to make this meal more enjoyable, folks?” The waiter asked awkwardly, not sure how this was going to go as he stood off to the side, practically ready to dart at a moment's notice. Kelsey stared at Danny, widening her eyes as she waited for him to respond which only worsened the anxiety he had been feeling up until now. “Err- '' Danny started. “I- Is it possible too,” He started, feeling too nervous to ask for a replacement dish. After all, Kelsey had specifically ordered this dish, why was that the restaurant's fault? “Do you want to trade dishes?” He suddenly interjected, having thought of what he figured was the perfect compromise but Kelsey’s face made it very clear she wasn’t having it. She scoffed as she rolled her eyes. “Can you show me to the door?” She asked the waiter, suddenly getting up from the table as she grabbed her purse and followed after the waiter towards the exit. “Kelsey?” Danny sheepishly called out, now completely overwhelmed as his mind flooded with dark thoughts as his heart grew heavy in his chest. “We’re done, Danny. Find your own ride home,” She shouted back, not even gracing him with a look as she walked towards the door, the waiter awkwardly standing to the side as she passed, unsure if she actually needed someone to show her the way out. Danny’s heart sank further as he watched her walk away. He could feel all of the eyes in the restaurant on him as he heard murmurs and whispers that he could only assume were about what had just happened. Tears swelled in his eyes as he tried to hold them back, quickly losing as he reached for his napkin to wipe them away before anyone could see. 5 months gone, just like that. Not only was she his ride, she was his home, his roommate and if anything he’d at least thought she was his friend. They’d moved in together just over 2 months ago in an attempt to save money and now he was left sitting at a restaurant with no way home, or even a home to return to. “Is there- anything I can do for you, sir?” The waiter asked as he tried to hold his own composure. “Just a- check and a box, please,” Danny muttered as he avoided any form of eye contact, holding back more tears as he felt completely humiliated. The waiter nodded, quickly returning with a box and the check as asked before quickly helping pack up Kelsey’s meal as he could tell Danny wanted out of there. Danny awkwardly shuffled out of the booth and made his way out of the restaurant only to be met with a bitterly cold breeze at the front door as he stepped outside. The dimly lit, empty strip mall parking lot did little to boost his mood as he felt himself begin to shiver as he reached for his phone, delicately balancing the boxes of food in his other hand as he scrolled through his contacts in a desperate state of uncertainty. Hesitantly, he clicked on one as the phone started to ring. His anxiety numbed by the bitter cold as the rings echoed in his ear. “Hello?” A woman's voice said over the phone. “Uh- Hi…Mommy,” Danny said quietly, hearing his ex-girlfriend pick up on the other line. “Danny, sweetie,” Crystal asked. “What's going on?” She asked in a worrying tone. “I uh- was wondering if you could give me a ride,” Danny asked as he crossed his arms in an attempt to hold in some body heat. “Of course, why? Are you okay?” Crystal asked, sounding slightly panicked. “Yea…just… got dumped and left at the restaurant…” Danny said awkwardly. “Awww, you poor baby,” Crystal cooed with a condescending tone that Danny pretended not to pick up on. “Where are you at?” “Terry’s…” “Oh, I love Terry’s Bistro!” Crystal said ecstatically. “Tell you what, if you’re buying dinner, I’ll come give you a ride,” Crystal happily explained. “Oh uh- I already ate?” Danny said stupidly, not sure how else to avoid the complete humiliation of having to reenter that restaurant. “No worries, you can just share a drink with- well what does that make me?” Crystal asked teasingly. “Uh- sorry?” Danny asked, having been caught completely off guard. “Well, you left me because you wanted to play big kid with your new girlfriend, but now you’re calling me Mommy again?” Danny blushed quietly as he stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Crystal let the silence echo on for a few seconds before chiming in again. “Well you stay right there, sweetie. I’m coming and we can talk over dinner,” She said, promptly hanging up the phone before Danny could interject anymore. A cold gust of wind swept through the parking lot as Danny felt the little warmth left in his body be washed away. He stood trembling for a minute as he weighed his options. On one hand there was the option of braving it in the cold until one of his fingers ultimately started to purple, or there was the inevitable walk back into the restaurant where everyone could see him in his current disheartened, and trembling state. Though the decision was made rather quickly as another cold breeze swept through the parking lot, taking what little warmth he had left as he took a deep breath in before opening the doors to the restaurant as he graciously stepped back inside to accept the warmth. He stood sheepishly as the hostess pretended to fumble with some menus behind her stand before acknowledging his return. “I know I just left, but uh- can I get a table for two?” Danny said awkwardly, getting a confused look from the hostess who obviously was fully clued in to all that had just happened. “Of course,” She said without skipping a beat. “Right this way,” Danny anxiously spun his glass of water around as he watched the condensation fall to the table, pooling at the base as he tried not to think about the fact that everyone must be talking about him. Tables slowly emptied out as the waiter occasionally passed by to check on him as he waited for Crystal to arrive. Would it be a positive thing when another woman showed up, or would that only make them judge him more? 20 long minutes passed before the door chime went off as Crystal walked into the restaurant, glancing around before locking eyes with Danny as he let out a sigh of relief. She made her way over, taking a seat opposite of Danny with a smile. “Danny, sweetie. How are you?” Danny forced a smile back, still fighting back the occasional tear as he relived the night in his head as he wondered if there was anything he could have done differently. “I’ve been better,” He admitted, twirling the water cup around in circles. “Oh, you poor thing,” Crystal said, reaching her hand out to put on his. Danny stopped twirling his glass as he looked up at her. She was older than him and she always had a way to just make him melt. They had been together for years prior before Danny had made the stupid decision to branch out and meet new people. Though, in his defense it was partially encouraged by Crystal who didn’t think it was right that she was the only woman he had ever dated, but Danny had loved their time together. She was warm and compassionate and never struggled to cheer him up. She often knew him better than he knew himself and he’d always thought of her as his rock. Danny stared into her eyes for a second, giving Crystal the glimmer of tears he had been holding back before he reached for a napkin to wipe them away again. Crystal said nothing as he wiped them dry just as the waiter from early approached. “Hi!” He said, obviously shocked that a second person had actually showed up. “Can I start you off with a drink or anything?” “Well hello handsome,” Crystal said playfully, giving the waiter a quick glance over as he fought back a blush. “I’m going to have the prime rib. Mashed potatoes and green beans as the side, and a glass of red. Whatever you would recommend,” She said in a firm yet soft tone, all while giving him a rather wide smile. “Anything else,” He asked, feeling a little blushed in the face himself as he frantically wrote down the order. “Something strong for this kiddo,” She said, turning her attention back to Danny who was purposefully avoiding eye contact as he spun his water glass around. “Better make that a double,” She said before the waiter walked away. “So, tell me what happened,” Crystal asked. Danny shrugged, not really wanting to talk about it. “Come on,” Crystal said. “You didn’t make me drive all the way out here for nothing, did you?” Danny sat quietly, mulling over the night in his head as he tried to piece together what happened for himself. “She uh, made a big scene at the table…said it was over…and then stormed out,” Danny said quietly, still spinning his water glass. “That's it? There wasn’t anything you did, or said?” Crystal pestered, knowing it wasn’t the full story. Danny shrugged again. “She just…” He started, trailing off as he felt ashamed. “Hey, look at me,” Crystal said, reaching out her hand. Danny instantly grabbed hold, slowly lifting his head to look at her as he forced himself to take a few deep breaths, already feeling overwhelmed. “Had you told her?” Crystal asked. Danny stared confused for a second, before putting the pieces together as he shook his head. “So then the two of you just grew apart?” Danny shrugged again. “Dear,” Crystal said sternly. “This isn’t going to go anywhere if you just shrug it off,” Danny let out a deep sigh. “It’s been…tense…for the last few weeks,” “Few weeks? Didn’t you just move in together the other month?” Crystal asked, already starting to guess at what the problem was. Danny nodded. “The first month seemed good. Then she started complaining that I wasn’t doing enough, and every little detail became this massive argument,” Crystal leaned back in her booth as she just smirked at Danny. Part of her had hoped he would become a little more independent with another woman, but it was clear he really hadn’t learned anything. At least not yet. The waiter returned with her wine, setting the glass down in front of her before sliding a double shot of whiskey to Danny who stared at it wide eyed. He hated most alcohols, but whiskey was especially the least of his favorites. “Your food will be out in another couple of minutes,” The waiter said, giving a smile to Crystal before turning to leave. “I think the kid is going to need a chaser too,” Crystal said with a smirk, giving the waiter's arm a soft touch as he turned to leave as she quickly remembered his hatred for anything that wasn’t sweet enough. “Of course…” The waiter started, looking at Danny. Crystal let out a laugh. His hopelessness was rather cute as Danny continued to twirl his cup, unaware the waiter was even waiting for a response.. “He’ll take a glass of apple juice,” Crystal said, watching the waiter's expression shift as he nodded and turned away. Danny waited for the waiter to leave before awkwardly looking up as he looked at Crystal. “Drink up,” Crystal said. Danny looked back down at the drink. “It’s-” He started. “Take a sip,” Crystal insisted. Danny did as he was told, slowly taking a sip as his face turned to disgust as the liquid sent a strong burning taste throughout his mouth as he recoiled in disgust. “Don’t be such a baby. Drink more,” Crystal insisted, swirling her glass of wine as she took a sip. Stupidly, he tried to gulp a large amount of it back as the burning sensation filled his mouth, spreading down his throat as he forced it down, desperately reaching for the glass of water as he sought immediate relief. Crystal let out a laugh that was soon followed by a chuckle from the waiter who had been unable to hold himself together after having watched everything Danny had gone through tonight. He slid the apple juice across the table, giving Danny a forced smile before chuckling to himself as he walked away. Dinner dragged on as Crystal pried into every little detail about Danny’s life over the past 5 months since they had broken up as she learned just how little had changed. “So, where am I taking you?” Crystal finally asked, breaking up the conversation. Danny felt himself shrink again, having momentarily forgotten about his predicament. “Uh- just the closest hotel I guess,” Crystal paused for a second, scraping the last of her mashed potatoes onto her fork. “Is that what you want?” She asked, cleaning her fork off before chasing down her last bite with the rest of the wine. Danny shrugged, unsure of what his other options were. “When you called me earlier, you said Mommy,” Crystal said, watching as his cheeks reddened. “Your old room is sitting empty if your interested,” Danny looked up, locking eyes with Crystal as he felt himself practically ready to cry again. “Rules would be the same, but if you want something a little more permanent than a hotel…” Danny nodded, suddenly feeling the burden of having to figure out the next steps drop from his chest as he downed the last of his whiskey, chasing it with the meager sip of apple juice he had left himself. “Well then,” Crystal said, wiping her mouth with a napkin as she scooted to the edge of her seat. “Mommy’s going to go use the bathroom,” She said quietly. “Take care of the bill and meet me outside,” Did you enjoy the story? Consider supporting my work over on SubscribeStar! Or be sure to let me know what you thought by interacting with the post!

Chapter 10: Change of Plans I fell asleep last night without pretending to wet the bed. But that was OK. I’d come to the conclusion that I was going to need to adjust my approach to bedwetting if I wanted to convince my family that the bedwetting was real and not going away anytime soon. I was supposed to set an alarm on my phone before going to bed on a school night so that I would get up in time to get on the bus, but I rarely remembered to do so. That meant that instead of a buzzing sound from my phone, I was rudely awakened by Mom knocking on the bedroom door. “Madelyn, I’m not going to say it again. You need to start getting ready for school right away.” There were a couple more knocks on the door, followed by a longer pause. I opened my eyes long enough to take a look at the digital clock in the room. It was fifteen minutes past when I should have gotten up to get in the shower. For the first time in three mornings, I had woken up in my bed rather than in a sleeping bag on the floor. I closed my eyes again. I was too exhausted to even want to sit up in bed. There was a reason Mom and Dad never let me stay up past midnight on a school night. These late nights were absolutely killing me. The door creaked open and then clicked shut. I heard Mom’s footsteps as she approached the bed, but I kept my eyes closed. Just let me have a few more seconds of rest. Pretty please. Mom sighed and rubbed her hand against my shoulder. “You really need to get up now, Maddy, or you’re not going to have time to eat breakfast before catching the bus.” That would have been fine with me. I didn’t care to eat breakfast most mornings now if I could avoid doing so. But Mom and Dad usually insisted that I get something to eat before going to school. Sometimes, when I was running late, they’d just hand me an orange or a banana, which would often get passed off to one of my friends. Mom rubbed my shoulder again. I opened my eyes. There was no use putting it off any longer. I glanced up at Mom. “Looks like someone slept a lot better last night,” she said. I didn’t agree. I opened my mouth in a wide yawn. “But I’m so tired.” “But your bed stayed dry, right?” Mom asked in a whisper that was unnecessary with the door closed. Oh, that’s what she was referring to. I rolled my eyes, attempting to be the perfect caricature of a soon-to-be teenager, annoyed that her mother would even dare ask that kind of question. “Of course it did.” “That’s good,” Mom said, though she did take one more glance down at my midsection as she said so. “I think as long as you don’t drink too much and remember to use the toilet before bed, we shouldn’t have any repeats.” I nodded in agreement. I could let her think she had won, for now. With Mom now convinced that I was awake, she left the bedroom, leaving me to hurry through my morning routine. I tossed the covers off and went to select an outfit for the day to have something to change into in the bathroom once I was done showering. I grabbed a pair of black leggings and a light-blue T-shirt that had three ducks in a row on it – two yellow ones and one gray one. I was much more awake the moment I stepped into the shower. My change of plans had been the result of several realizations, ones that were even clearer after having a night to sleep on it. The first realization was that I couldn’t just keep doing the same bedwetting routine night after night. It was fine to try to do the most normal type of bedwetting for the first couple of nights of faking the bedwetting, but I was going to need to risk mixing things up. Wetting the bed in the same way at the same time, night after night, would eventually appear unusual if I were to be following an exact pattern. The second realization was that it was OK to have a few random nights where I didn’t wet the bed at all. I seemed to recall from the conversation three years ago with my bedwetting cousins that they hadn’t wet the bed every night, either. I didn’t know how things had been for Grace, but perhaps her experience had been similar. The third realization was that I was going to need to follow all of my parents’ rules about limiting my liquids and using the toilet before bed. It was becoming apparent that pull-ups would likely be a measure of last resort, so I had to make it appear as though every other attempt at stopping the bedwetting was unsuccessful. If they were to catch me drinking too much water, they would blame it on that rather than considering other solutions. I decided that, at least for this last night, I would let Mom, Dad, and Grace think that they’d won, that their efforts to curtail my liquids and ensure that I used the toilet before bed had been enough to bring this recent spate of bedwetting to a halt. I would prove them wrong tonight. It would involve a little more risk, but I didn’t have any other choice. There were several knocks on the bathroom door, followed by the sound of Dad’s voice, which was barely noticeable with the shower still running. “Maddy, you already were up late. You don’t have time for a long shower.” That snapped me out of daydreaming about my new plans for faking bedwetting tonight. I rushed to finish cleaning myself up. By the time I had finished showering and dressing, the bus was set to arrive in less than five minutes. Jackson had already gotten on his bus for elementary school, and Grace was driving to school, so she was still lazily picking through her breakfast while staring at her phone. If the high school hadn’t been in the opposite direction from our house as the middle school, my parents might have had Grace drop me off on her way to high school, but even though I hated how long the bus ride was – and needing to get up extra early for it – the one nice thing was that it gave me time to spend with Emma and Angie before classes began. And besides, the school year was nearly over. Just one more week. Just a bunch of final exams and standardized tests to wade through, and then I’d be free for the whole summer. And there wouldn’t be any actual tests this morning. Monday was prep day, which meant teachers in each of our classes were doing final reviews before it would be time to take our final exams and other end-of-year tests. Not that it mattered much. Even if, by some miracle, I were to ace all of my tests, it wouldn’t bring my grades up to where my parents wanted them to be. That was the downside of having a really smart older sister. Grace had just had to go first and set a bunch of academic expectations that I wasn’t capable of meeting. “Sleep well last night?” Grace asked as I sipped on a glass of orange juice that Mom had hastily poured for me. This time, I caught on to the fact that my sister was really asking about the bedwetting, not whether or not I had gotten a good night’s worth of sleep. “Yeah,” I replied, avoiding eye contact with her. “Maddy,” Mom called out from the front room. “Your bus is at the other end of the street.” I picked up my backpack and rushed to the front door. Mom placed a banana in my hand, which I knew right away was going to be given to Emma. <><><> Both Emma and Angie had already turned thirteen during the school year. I was a late bloomer. I wasn’t going to officially be a teenager for a couple of weeks. My two friends didn’t hold their status as official teenagers over me. Well, at least not that much. Emma accepted the banana from me as I took a seat next to her on the bus. That was good because I wasn’t all that hungry, and it would have been wasteful to just toss it out. I spent the first portion of the bus ride describing the soccer camp my parents had signed me up for in great detail. “Yes, yes, we get it. You’re going to have a fun time without us,” Angie said, after I had been rambling on the topic for about ten minutes. I shut up at the realization that I had indeed been talking nonstop since I had sat down next to Angie and Emma. “If you can stop being a chatterbox for a few seconds, we can start making some other plans for the summer,” Emma said. The conversation turned to getting together for a sleepover. That was dangerous territory. I needed to get my hands on pull-ups before then so that Mom would feel comfortable sending me on the sleepover. I, of course, wouldn’t even take them out of my backpack, but Mom wouldn’t need to be aware of that. The one good thing was that Angie’s parents were taking her on a road trip for a week right after school was let out. That would push off the first sleepover long enough that my parents should be getting me pull-ups after having run out of other ideas to treat the bedwetting. “We could do the sleepover on your birthday,” Emma suggested. She turned to Angie. “You’ll be back by then, right?” Angie took a look at a calendar on her phone. “Yep, we get back the day before.” “I was thinking,” Emma said. “That we should do something special for it. How about pulling an all nighter?” “No way, I’d be out of it by 2 a.m. at the latest,” Angie said. Emma looked over at me. “Well, birthday girl?” That was perfect. Even if I didn’t have pull-ups by then, I could convince Mom I’d be fine until after my friends left to go sleep things off for the rest of the day at home. “That sounds like fun,” I said. “I can do it as long as I can have enough caffeine.” “OK,” Angie said, giving me a look. “Now I really know that it is a bad idea. No way should you be allowed to have that much caffeine.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. Emma joined with Angie in staring incredulously at me. “Let’s see,” Emma said. “There was that time in second grade when you had pop during the pizza party at school. Do I need to remind you what happened afterward?” I blushed. I was very grateful that Emma hadn’t spelled out what had happened in that embarrassing incident. “That was ages ago,” I protested. “Besides, our teacher should have known that my parents didn’t let me have any caffeinated drinks when I was that young.” “Well, what about that time Allen tricked you into drinking that energy drink last year?” I groaned loudly. “That wasn’t my fault, either. How was I supposed to know that Starbucks’ lemonade was caffeinated?” “I’m not saying it was your fault, just that maybe caffeine and you don’t mix very well,” Angie said. “You practically had the shakes, and you literally couldn’t shut up for hours. Mr. Gainwell had to send you to the nurse’s office until you could calm down.” “That’s still different,” I protested. “I’ll be thirteen. I’ll be fine as long as I pace myself and no one surprises me with drinks secretly spiked with caffeine.” “Fine, but we’re doing the sleepover at your house then,” Angie said. “Your parents can deal with you if you get too hyper.” I agreed that this was a fair deal, though it might take some convincing for my parents to go along with it. <><><> I followed all my parents’ rules about limiting my liquids to the letter after I got home from school. I made sure to not drink too much, and I made sure that they could see that I was only filling my cup halfway up the few times I did have something to drink this afternoon and evening. I didn’t get any further comments about limiting my liquids. I didn’t think that was because my parents weren’t paying attention, but because I’d given them no opportunity to complain, as I was following the directions without needing to be given any reminders. Mom did end up reminding me to go and use the toilet before getting into bed, but I would have done so even if she hadn’t said anything to me. The hardest part tonight was having to wait until I was certain that everyone was asleep. As the clock again passed midnight, I once again found that I had no need to pee at the moment, which wasn’t a surprise for tonight. But that didn’t matter. The situation tonight was perfect. I’d done everything my parents had wanted me to do in order to avoid wetting the bed, so when I would trick them into thinking I had wet the bed anyway, despite all of those precautions, they would have no choice but to look for other solutions. The plan tonight was simple, and there was only a tiny risk of being caught at the wrong time, so I figured I could pull it off. I would do what I had considered doing the night before, but only this time, I would do it without wetting my bed in the first place. I eased myself out of bed, turning on the lamp on the nightstand to let me see what I was doing. I removed all the bedding into a pile on the floor. It was a lot to carry all at once, but it would be a lot less risky if I did it all in one trip. I went to open my bedroom door first, as I’d not be able to easily grab the handle with my hands full. The only point where things could go wrong would be right now. I’d only be in the hallway for a couple of seconds, but if Grace were to come out of her bedroom and notice that none of the bedding I was holding was wet, that would out my plan then and there. But it only took a few seconds to walk down the hallway, even while trying to do so quietly with a massive bundle of laundry in my arms. Soon, I was on the stairs and out of sight, letting me slow down lest I trip over Chester in the dark. I deposited the bedding in the washing machine, added some detergent for good measure, and got the washing cycle started. There wouldn’t be any way to tell that I hadn’t actually peed the bed. It would just look like I had been responsible for taking care of the cleanup myself without waking Mom and Dad. And there wouldn’t even be any need to say something to Mom directly. She would be sure to come across the full washing machine at some point after I had left for school. I remembered to sprinkle baking soda on the bed before getting tucked into the sleeping bag on the floor. My only regret as I was drifting off to sleep was how much it was going to suck having to take a bunch of tests tomorrow while being extra tired. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

He didn't really comment on that, other than to say even if he thought there was something in that area, he wouldn't want to go close to it because "that's where the external sphincter is, and if we damage that in any way you can become grossly incontinent." Lol. He really just thought everything looked good for a prostate surgery and was very opened up, just still healing.

Hi All, He did a cystoscope and didn't find a stricture! The camera tube went in very smoothly and easily. He did say my bladder was full. But then I had a flood in my diaper, so that was fine. I also accidentally peed on his exam table and his floor. He said the scraping that was done looks great, but the tissues are still healing and might have inflammation. He definitely seemed confused about my procedure and he wanted my medical records. So, I am happy he doesn't see a stricture, but I don't know what is wrong and why I can't pee. I am a little hopeful that maybe it's just tissue inflammation and I'll be peeing freely soon. But it's odd, and I'm surprised.

Hey everyone! Welcome back to another chapter and I hope you all enjoyed the first one. As I mentioned previously, Dash is a bit rough at the beginning of this story, but every redemption requires at least a bit of a rocky start, otherwise, there would be no need for a redemption, right? Regardless, moving on, right now this story stands at 14 chapters. It’s shorter than a few of my latest stories, but I really wanted to keep the plot concise and not draw it out more than it needed to be in order to tell this story. I have plenty of other stories in store for this year, so definitely don’t worry about a lack of storytelling coming from me. Additionally, while this story is only a soft sequel to the previous ‘A Stuffy’s Tale: One Bunny’s Journey in the Diaper Dimension,’ I would encourage everyone to go back and reread at least the last chapter or two to get some clarity for this story. I’m going to try to write this in a way that won’t bore those of you that do, but also in a way that will at least explain some of what is going on without the need to go back and reread everything extensively. For those of you interested though, I have provided a link before the start of the first chapter. Anyways, I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter! Chapter 2: Turning Down or Around Completely Pete. What could I say about Pete that hadn’t already been said a thousand times before? The parrot was rumored to be one of the oldest toys at the daycare and was a close ally of Nadia in the hierarchy of the toys here. He usually helped most of the new toys settle in and learn the rules and even find their own Littles here if they didn’t already have one. I guess I was the exception to that rule though… or I guess I was until tonight. “That sounds like a line you give to everyone, Pete…” I said unconvinced over this new path as I turned around to face him. “Why should I even trust you? You swooped in and helped Hop out in defeating me with the others here. For all I know, I follow you and it’s a one-way path to the incinerator.” Pete grimaced at my words. “A little harsh, but that’s fair… You were different back then though, Dash. You might still be the same distrusting and stuck-up toy you were back then, but your little incident with Buster next door has already changed you, willingly or not.” I looked at him questioningly. “Well, your personality is still about as smooth as sandpaper, but you would have never been defeated by Nadia or the others, and the Dash I knew would have never left a Little’s side until they had emptied their brains out into their diaper, smoke or not, let alone contemplate tossing themselves into the garbage to make things easier on others. It’s admittedly a darker version of you than I thought, but it’s still a change.” His words were tough, but I couldn’t deny a single one of them. My old self would have probably outright dismissed me if they saw my current form or even demeanor. It was a tough pill to swallow, but I was even disgusted with myself now, so I knew my past self would have been even worse. I then looked back at the kindly and awaiting Pete for me to say something back. “What would you even suggest, Pete? I can’t do anything with starting some electrical discharge, and I’ll go crazy if I can’t achieve my purpose. You know that about us toys Pete…” Pete sighed. “I do. Blast your creators for giving you that burden to forcibly regress a Little instead of loving them, but for now, maybe just start small… work your way up and all that to see where your limits are. Are you willing to do that much at least?” “Start small?” I asked skeptically. Small wasn’t something I did naturally. “I don’t know…” “Well, do me a favor and before you go tossing yourself in the diaper pail, can you at least try to go small?” Pete asked, his desperation to save me now very evident. It was an odd stance coming from my possible former enemy, but at this point, I’m pretty sure we both knew that my options were pretty limited at this point. “Okay, Pete, I can try…” I relented. “Maybe just use my subtle messaging rather than the pulses? It’s not much, but it could push some Littles and maybe even satisfy my internal drive.” “Hmmm… I can’t say I’m a big fan of you still trying to regress the Littles around here, but maybe it will be something to keep yourself from completely losing it.” Pete sighed. “I’ve seen that happen around here before, and it’s not pretty…” “Well, I don’t see an alternative. Do you?” I asked a little too desperately for my own liking. “Uh…” Pete fluttered his feathered semi-fingers together and seemed to be contemplating a great burden. It quickly made me nervous. “There is one way…” I gestured with my paw for him to just spill it already after he paused yet again. “Well… you could always do what everyone else does and find a Little to connect with…” My system became rigid, and I nearly wanted to vomit over the notion. The past few days had practically been my hell, and most of that was because I was getting cuddled by the Littles in this room. It wasn’t a fate I would ever wish for myself, and to be blunt, right now, the diaper pail seemed a better alternative. “Absolutely not.” Pete sighed again. “I was afraid you were going to say that, but just keep it in mind. I know that you know you aren’t the same toy anymore, but you’ve got a stubborn streak a mile long. If not my way, then just try it small and your way, but just know that I’ll always be here if you change your mind.” And with that, Pete waddled back off to the Canopy room where he spent most of his time lately. I had seen two days ago that another Little had gotten very attached to him that had just joined the daycare. Obviously in the early stages of the program here, his new Little was the active type but seemed emotionally frail as well. Pete definitely had his work cut out for him if he was going to help him and not just regress him quickly like I would have. Regardless, the next day I awoke from under the crib and maneuvered around the Burrows room. Several Littles stayed the night in here and there was always one daycare attendant who stayed nearby to watch out after them. While the Meadow and Canopy rooms were empty and toys could roam freely, the Burrows room required a little more caution at all hours of the day. A walking, talking dog prancing about the youngest Littles room was likely a scene that wouldn’t end well if a Big caught wind of it, let alone saw it themselves. So, I maneuvered about and out of the room to check out the rest of the daycare in the early hours. A few Littles were already here, and most were likely prime candidates for being regressed. If they were here this early, it likely meant that they were already coming from households with possibly uncaring or time crunched Bigs. It wasn’t a guarantee, but that usually meant a more emotionally vulnerable Little. As I was walking and slinking around the hallway, I heard a sudden squeal from nearby. “I won’t eat another bite! You can’t make me!” I peered around the corner of the open door and found Miss Mindy and the same Little that I saw her haul out of the Meadows room the other day. It was truly a shocking sight but knowing the methods of these people and even myself, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised over the Little’s appearance now. The Little had formerly been so self-assured, undiapered, and even had a bit of a potty mouth if I recall. Now, all that seemed to be gone. The Little was perfectly perched in her highchair but had been strapped in at the waist and both her hands to the tray in front of her. Her skirtalls and white stockings covered her well, but the bulge around her pelvis left little to the imagination. The bib, now coated with food, and her floppy pigtails weren’t helping her image either. “Oh?” Miss Mindy asked a little sarcastically. “Does the big girl think I can’t get her to eat her yummy num-nums? I guess a certain little miss doesn’t remember this little device, huh?” Miss Mindy quickly popped up a small remote control. “No…” The Little’s eyes bugged out in pure fear. The defiance could still be seen, but it was quickly being shoved back and replaced by terror over whatever was in Miss Mindy’s hand now. Curious, I leaned in a little further. “Please, Miss Mindy. Please. I… I didn’t mean it… I… I’ll be g…good for you…” Miss Mindy only stared back at her and sighed. “I’m sorry, honey, but rules are rules. You’ve been very naughty refusing to eat and making a mess, and there are consequences for not eating your breakfast, little girl.” Almost with resigned contempt for her job, Miss Mindy then clicked the button in the center of the device she was holding. After, I swore I could hear almost a zapping of some sort, almost like the type one would hear with power lines or tasers, but I couldn’t be sure. What I was sure of was the complete look of pain plastered into the Little strapped helplessly into the highchair and the contorted and strained positions her body now took. It was kind of odd for me, but right then, I almost felt bad for the Little. ‘Just give in… for your own sake… just give in and comply… you’ll be much happier, I promise…’ It was always a wonder to me when a Little didn’t comply with the whole regression process. I suppose it was pride and the notion of once being an ‘adult’ messing with their heads, but if they just gave into the staff, other Bigs, or even my own pulses and messaging, a Little’s life became so much more bearable. Spankings and mouth soaping’s were replaced by toys, bubble baths, and sweets of all kinds. Being regressed was just for the best, so I just never understood why they always seemed to resist it at first. Still, I had to find another Little I could manipulate this morning, so I moved on. To my strange discomfort, the last thing I heard was the girl tearfully pleading with Miss Mindy. “Please… please, no more. I’ll be a good girl… I’ll be a good Little. Just please… no more…” It broke my own little heart to hear such pain, but I knew two things. First, hearing her break like that, she wouldn’t be in pain for too much longer, and second, I had to move on and focus elsewhere. Other Littles were here, and they had a chance to ease better into the Little life if I did my job correctly. So, after looking for a minute or two, I finally found my subject. Unfortunately, my subtle messaging just wasn’t powerful enough with my new stitched together façade. The Little held her sway for a minute or two, but then quickly popped out and almost seemed horrified with me. I tried again, hoping to follow Pete’s words, but it was still no use. Giving up, I felt that I could try and lower the intensity of my pulses. They would take longer, but the changed settings could be less of a burden on my system and therefore not begin smoking. So, I went searching again and found yet another Little to test my new theory out on. They were a brown-haired Little that looked like they were already in the throws of regression. Pete had said to start small, and to my shock and thanks, I even saw him hold a few toys back when they tried to interfere with my interaction with the Little. Still, I had to be cautious in the usual toy manner, but the Little truly seemed more fascinated with his milo juice than anything else around him. Charley had the drink once, but he complained that it tasted too much like apples and raspberries. I think it was just that particular flavor, Charley hating raspberries and all and it not being the original and more popular flavor, but his caregiver, Monica, never tried to get him to drink the stuff again. Pleased with my luck in finding an unobservant Little, I plopped myself right beside him and even gave him a nudge in his rear after he didn’t turn for a solid minute. His rear was padded, but still not Little thick yet. I surmised the padding was instead likely just a pull-up, which gave me even further confirmation that he was perfect. Stepping down to diapers would be a good first step for me. After all, if a Little was already in pull-ups, every toy and Big knew that it was just a matter of time before they were demoted to diapers. The only ones who seemed to maintain hope of staying in pull-ups or maturing back up to underwear even were the Littles themselves. One almost felt bad for them and their dreams of maturity. Eager, I wanted to race in and blast my moderate pulse at my new Little, but I held back and waited with my growing skill of patience. Then, my waiting paid off and the Little set his drink down to the side and finally noticed me. “Oh… who are you little fella?” I quickly felt myself being picked up and I knew this Little’s fate was sealed as long as I didn’t start smoking again. It took a little time for me to get my bearings straight and find just the right pulse, but eventually, I had lulled my new Little into a wonderful trance on a lower setting. The innocent lad didn’t even realize that everyone else had started to arrive and were busily scurrying all around him once I really started going. A few even tried poking him, but to my relief, Mrs. Gillies got them to leave him alone. I felt so successful. Pete was right. Subtlety was now my new course of action. Thirty minutes in, nothing was going wrong, and I relaxed. It was wonderful, but then I heard a question that wouldn’t have worried me only a few weeks ago. “What’s that smell?” one Little in a flowing pink tutu asked as she was playing with the doll, Cassie. “Dunno…” another Little said as they articulated the arms of Sgt. Luvman into a more combat ready stance. “Did you have a messy accident again, Lilly?” I saw the Little shift around on the carpeted floor, and while she seemed perplexed for a moment, she ultimate shook her head, sending her blonde braids flapping about her face. Trying not to break my trance of my own Little, I sniffed as deftly as I could, but then I began to panic as well. With horror, I realized the smell was coming from me, and it only took a second for me to realize that I was smoking once again. ‘Shit!’ I panicked and immediately shut off my pulse. This also meant that my connection with my Little was also broken, and seeing this, I leapt off him and behind a bookcase to remain hidden in my failure once again. I cursed myself and my new body, but hidden away, I still had hope. It wasn’t much, but I had only clocked my pulse down a tiny bit from the moderate one I had used before. My timing was much longer before anyone noticed my burning smell or smoke, but I knew I had to drive it down even further. So, I tried again. Despite my hope and my realization that subtlety was now the way to go, each time I tried using my pulse, it was another failure. The times would lengthen between when I started and when I began to smoke, but it was still occurring. Unfortunately, each time I lowered my pulse, to get the same effect I had gotten before with the Littles, I had to also increase the amount of time I was using the pulse in the first place. I just knew there had to be a happy medium place where I could still use the pulse, but as the week wore on, my doubts only began to increase in that possibility. It likely didn’t help that the other toys noticed my failure as well. I suppose it started before now, but after my clear failure in front of Cassie and Sgt. Luvman, two staunch allies of Hop and the rest of their gang, the jabs to me only became more prominent. After my fight with Nadia, and then my subsequent losses to her, the tabby cat, and the lamb, I had heard the whispers from the darkened corners of the daycare. Now, I was hearing them much more directly. “Oh no. Here comes our fire starter!” “Hot pants!” “Man, I was thinking you could have worked for the fire department as a backup career, but I think half their calls would just be to put out the fires you started!” “Wee-woo! Wee-woo! Watch out, walking fire hazard approaching!” “Here come smokey, the hottest hot dog around!” In truth, they didn’t bother me at first. I felt confident that I would prove them wrong, but after each failure and each smoking, smoldering incident, their jabs struck closer and closer to my inner being. It didn’t take long until even I began to think of myself as a legitimate fire hazard. It was only by a miracle and my quick reflexes that a Big or daycare worker hadn’t noticed yet, but my fate of becoming trash began to loom ever larger on my horizon. Finally, I was nearly at my wits end. I had nearly tried to regress every Little here that hadn’t already been claimed by a stuffy. In truth, the Littles would believe they were the selectors, and while that did happen occasionally, most of the time, the toy chose the Little. If they didn’t, even the most organized Little would often find themselves ‘losing’ their toys. Feeling the proverbial rope begin to tighten around my neck and my looming fate though, I tried one last ditch effort to interact with some of the toys and maybe try to find some followers to help me in my regression efforts. After a few failures though, I found Victor in the hopes of a better outcome. Now, Victor was like me in the sense he was heavily stitched and scarred after a particularly nasty incident while trying to protect his Little. He certainly wasn’t pretty, and he was a close ally of Hop, but I knew he was at least a possibility of a companion or even follower with our similarities. “Hey Victor… how’s it goi…?” “No,” he said bluntly as he was settling down for the night. “What do you mean ‘no’? I haven’t even asked my full question to you,” I tried to defend myself. ‘Maybe this was going to much hard than I thought…’ Still, I knew I needed to make an effort to try and boost my image up around here. “I just want to make pleasant conversation, Victor. That’s all…” Victor scoffed. “Right… and all I want is to jauntily dance around the daycare here in a tutu by myself.” I didn’t know Victor well enough to know if he was joking or not. We were toys after all… Littles sometimes dressed us up how they saw fit. “I don’t know… I mean, do you?” Victor glared right back at me. “See? That just shows how little you know about me. I’d rather do anything else, Dash. So, when I say ‘no,’ it means just that,” he said bluntly. “You want some pleasant conversation, but I also know you want something more. You want to blast these Little’s minds back into oblivion. It’s your programming, sure, but it’s also your choice. This daycare might use FOY secretly to regress the Littles around here, but they do it humanely. If I were you, I would leave and find another daycare that better aligns with your… sadism.” I was shocked, but I guess I shouldn’t have been over Victor’s reaction to me. I had tried to harm his friends several times by now and I knew that he loved Littles more than anything else in this world. His scars were testaments to just how far he would go in proving that. Unfortunately, Victor just continued the pattern of my rejection in this daycare. Sometimes, I would find a toy to talk to, but they would always turn me away for one reason or another. Some loved Littles too much, some were too close with Hop, or some were even both, like Victor had been. I couldn’t find every toy, but after my fifteenth rejection in a row, I finally gave my renewed interactions up as merely a fool’s hope that I could ever be friends with them. So, resigned, I wandered off and pondered my current state of being. I was now on my lowest setting for my pulses. After my third day of trying the more subtle approach, I realized that I would need to use naptimes predominantly to regress a Little given the time I needed to actually achieve any results whatsoever. It slowed my progress down considerably, possibly only testing out one Little a day now, but I knew that I needed a time longer than naptime for my lower pulse settings. Enter the Burrows room once again. Here, my options were more limited on the Littles I could choose from for an overnight stay, the time I would need now to achieve any amount of regression at all, but they still presented me with an opportunity, no matter how slim. Of the seven Littles staying overnight today, five had already been claimed by a toy of some kind. Most Littles at this point, if they could, would likely have chosen a toy already. The two that hadn’t chosen though, only didn’t have a toy with them because they were so new to all this. It was the perfect opportunity and opening that I had been looking for. Selecting between the two however, it became clear which I would have to select. The first I came upon was already way too regressed, this one both physically and mentally. Low amounts of hair even on their head, subtle surgery lines, blank and unfocused eyes, and massive newborn diapers poking up as clear as day through their sleeper. Knowing that stage, it was a safe bet that there was nothing left there to regress. ‘Poor Little… you were either very naughty or have at least one terrible caregiver. I’m not sure which is worse with the situation that you find yourself in now…’ Keeping my task in mind still, I then switched my focus to the other Little in the crib next to his. She was still heavily regressed, but I saw she could still hold a bottle, speak in more coherent sentences during the day when she was awake and I was observing them, and even seemed to recite her own little funny limericks to herself to pass the time when she was being fed, changed, or sleeping like she was now. In truth, seeing her like I did, I suspected she was really only in the Burrows room due to her physical, and not mental, regression. So, tonight, I quietly crept into her crib while she was soundly snoring, an empty bottle laying right by her side and her diaper already quite heavily used. It meant that an attendant would be around here before long to change her, but in her sleepy state, I knew I could always pause my messaging and then just resume it when she had been returned to the crib at this new pulse’s setting. Settling in, and with a hefty amount of hope, I began to use my pulse. It was nearly the lowest setting, and I quietly mourned what was essentially the loss of my other pulse settings. The highest would almost inevitably make the Little mess themselves within a minute, if that, and could have them drooling on themselves within a day. Now, I could barely notice any changes in my new Little even after a few minutes. Still, all seemed to be going well and I even drifted a little in my contentment. Not long after though, I began to hear a shrieking coming from nearby. My eyes bolted open, but I still tried to maintain my control over my new Little just in case the shrieking Little was reacting to something other than me. So, diligent and ever watchful, I looked around to find the source of the problem. To my resignation and bottomless disappointment, I saw that they were looking directly at me. Soon, more Littles began to do the same. Horrified at what was happening, like some nightmare I couldn’t escape, I fearfully looked back at my own body, and once again, I was smoking. It wasn’t as bad as the other times, but the acrid smell of burning electronics and the faint wisps of smoke began to dance right towards me unmistakably. My crushed soul knew… this was it… the final straw. I was practically on my lowest pulse setting, and now, even it had failed, so therefore, I was a failure. It was total and complete now. Any lower of a pulse setting and it would take hours to achieve any kind of success at all. At that point, any disturbance would disrupt the flow and almost erase all my progress in one fell swoop. It was too much of a risk to take here at the daycare and I knew that the only time I would ever get access like that elsewhere is if another Little claimed me. By now, with all my scars and lack of abilities to sway them to love me, I felt that was a complete lost cause. So, resigned and defeated, I thinned out my smoke, stopped my pulse, and retreated hastily from the Little’s crib. In minutes, she too was shrieking and bawling her lungs out, probably in response to my smoke, her dirty diaper, and the other Littles here, which is exactly when Miss Tully came charging in. I only just managed to slip back under the crib as she viewed the squalling Little above me. “Oh, poor baby. Did something make you all cranky?” she cooed at her younger charge. I could then hear her sniffing about. “Hmmm… that’s an odd smell. Did someone make a stinky and their tummy just didn’t like their new mashed hot dogs, huh? I don’t know why though… those places always get their meat fresh…” She seemed to ponder the notion for a moment, but then just sighed. “Who knows? You Littles just have the most sensitive stomachs ever. No matter! Let’s just get miss cranky pants up and changed, shall we?” I could hear Miss Tully bend over and begin to coo and shush my previous Little. Soon, her crying subsided and Miss Tully made her way over to the changing table. Sensing my open opportunity, I took it and ran out of the room, defeated and further humiliated in my complete failure as a toy. Alone and in the dark, I wandered the hallways and thought back to just how I got here. I mean, I was a super toy after all. These types of things just didn’t happen to us, or if they did, we were often recalled, repaired, and sent back out to fulfill our purpose. For whatever reason, that just didn’t happen to me. Maybe Monica was so happy to get her precious Charley back and he was likely too content with Hop to notice my absence. I wasn’t sure, but in essence, I felt I had been erased… practically listed as already deceased in their world already… Still though, I thought back to all my failures and even the mauling and my subsequent fixing up by old man Paul from next door… but that wasn’t right either where everything had gone wrong. Everything in my life had been going well and Charley was only days away from being a permanent and compliant Little in the Burrows room. All that was now gone though, as I had seen and yet actively avoided Charley and Hop when they still came here during some days in the week. They were now stationed at the more permanent Oasis room down the hall for more long-term Littles here, rather than the regressing ones in the other three rooms, but I could clearly see that much of my progress had been overturned. Sure, he still clearly required diapers, was afraid of the dark, and clung onto his bunny stuffy friend Hop like he was practically a life preserver in a choppy storm, but he could toddle about and even speak without too much difficulty. When I had last left him, he was just above the level of a newborn. Almost broken or permanently in that state with the intensity I had selected… perfect to some in this society even, but I guess not Monica or even most of the toys in here. All that, and I guess the fact that I had kind of tossed Hop out of a window and into the garbage to head to the dump, led to our duel. Sighing, I returned to the scene of the crime in the Meadows room where I finally remembered the moment where it had all gone wrong. We were up here on the bookshelf and fighting. Nearby, to make it easier for cleanup purposes, was a direct shot to the incinerator. It required a button to open the chute down at the bottom, but for anyone with half a brain, it was only a matter of popping off the cover and pressing the button to activate the direct line to the incinerator below. Now, I was a toy and not some highbrow scholar who knew all about psychology, purposes in life, the universe, what came next, or any such thing like that. All I knew was that I had two purposes in this life, and both were meant for regressing Littles. There was always the rumor that us toys had a natural affinity towards needing to comfort living beings as well and that was our true purpose above all else, but I had never bought into all that nonsense. Or, at least, I never yet felt the tingles other toys did toward another living being, no matter how much they cuddled, kissed, or hugged me. So, without purpose or drive now, I felt I was nothing but a damaged and washed-up toy. I had tried it Pete’s way and had gone slow, but all that had accomplished by now was in giving me new nicknames, scorn amongst the rest of the toys for trying to regress all the unclaimed Littles here, and just more smoke and hideous burning plastic smells. In other words, it had been a complete disaster, so for me, I felt I only had one option left. I looked over the platform at the top of the small bookcase by the window where Dash and I had dueled, and all my plans had so quickly come undone. So, I was back here once again, finished and defeated. There was no use in denying it now, and I just felt like a waste of space. If rumors were any indication, I would go mad without fulfilling my purpose, so, dejected and seemingly an abysmal failure, I leaned over the pit below and reached out to hit the button. If my luck amounted to anything, it would all be over in seconds with a puff of smoke. I closed my eyes and touched the red button underneath its small safety enclosure. “You know… I did say there was one more option…” Pete said from behind me. My eyes shot open, and I turned around to face the large, old stuffed animal parrot behind me. I didn’t want to show my weakness, so I tried to lie as much as I could. “Oh, I was just… reminiscing about… the life of paper… weird, huh? Tree to pulp, to paper, to cut up scraps, to fire.” I chucked to break the palpable tension in the air. “Oh well… silly thoughts, so I just best be going.” I then quickly tried to make my escape and vowed to come back later when Pete was less observant. But the old parrot was too quick for me. “Hold on there,” he squawked, jutting forward and then holding my right shoulder back with his wing. “I said you had another option.” “What other option?” I shot back. “To sit around and wait for a Little to claim me while I slowly go mad or catch fire when I finally can’t take another day of them slobbering over me? Is that your third option, Pete?” Pete looked at me wearily and shook his head. “No, but I want you to choose a Little yourself.” It seemed the same to me, so I squinted at my would-be savior. “Pardon? I don’t think I quite heard you correctly.” He quickly shook his head. “No. You heard me correctly,” he assured me. “I want you to pick out your own Little around here. Don’t regress them or anything, but just be with them. Experience what it’s actually like to be a toy… a loved toy.” His last words hit me harder than I would have ever thought possible. True, I had been Charley’s toy. There was no denying that from all the time I had spent with him cuddled under blankets when watching scary movies or playing with me within this very room which now felt so long ago. Stil though, as much as I was his toy, I don’t think I could’ve considered myself his stuffy. That was Hop’s position. Admittedly, a Little could very well have more than one, but for me, the difference between toy and stuffy was the element of love. Not forced, like my messaging had induced within Charley, but real and deep. As it stood now, Hop was Charley’s stuffy and was even helping him bounce back. The day after I let Hop fall into the garbage out our window, was the most depressed I had ever seen Charley. It was worse than when I had seen him scrape his knee or realize that he couldn’t pronounce something, or even when he realized that books were getting too difficult for him when I began to take his ability to read away. After I was gone however, I doubted I was even missed for more than a minute… if that. “I don’t know, Pete…” My hesitation was laced heavily into my words. I was fearful yet again over this new chapter. I could be terrible at it, hate it, and then end up losing my mind anyways. It was a gigantic risk to just stop trying to regress Littles. “How could a Little ever love… this?” I gestured to my partially burnt, stitched-up, horror of a body. Pete sighed and came over to me. Without warning, he suddenly wrapped his large wings around me. “You are a toy, maybe even a stuffy, Dash. You may not believe it, but I do. If you want, we’ll find you a Little. We’ll do it together.” He then backed up and looked at me directly in my fearful and sorrowful eyes. “What do you say? You willing to give my plan a shot now?” His plan stood against everything that I stood and strived for so far in my life. Instead of regressing a Little, I would now be attempting to praise them and keep them from slipping further. Before, I would plunge them into their darkest moment to eventually find happiness in their regression, but now, I would be attempting to console them in their darkest moments. It was a huge step, but as I glanced back toward the incinerator, I knew the hero that I was based on was buried somewhere within me and would want me to fight and take every chance I could. So, with a sigh of dread, but maybe one day hope, I nodded my head. “Okay, Pete. I’ll try it your way...” Pete only smiled and nodded over my acceptance down a new path towards being someone’s stuffy.

Just a quick note to say I'm in the waiting room waiting for urology. I don't really want to deal with the fact that I'm wearing a diaper, idk why suddenly it's really embarrassing me. But I have been leaking constantly (which is odd because I was completely blocked when I woke up) so there's no way I could be out of diapers for this. I didn't expect to be nervous at all but I am. I just really want to get scheduled for a procedure.

You certainly have had the whole enchilada there. It does seem pretty tough to me that you got a glimpse of your promised land only to have it scoot away from you to be replaced by yet another obstacle (literal and metaphorical). And yet, you’ve stayed upbeat and kept your eyes on the prize, which under the circumstances, is really the best thing you could do I think. It’s a testament to the resilience of this mindset that this is how it rolls. I guess it’s too soon to know if you’ve finally “scratched that itch” but your journey continues to be incredibly enlightening. Thanks for sharing it!

Thanks for the responses! Peeing 2 dozen times per day involuntarily in a flood when your bladder managed to squeeze past resistance actually sounds like my ideal form of incontinence to be honest. Obviously being blocked entirely isn't good, but I like the feeling of a gush of pee, especially one that I can't stop. I feel like dribbling without ever having spurts would take some of the fun out of it for me. It's not surprising you have an infection, you been cathing so much it's almost guaranteed. I actually have a possibile UTI myself at the moment, waiting on urinalysis results but I already have the Rx if I need it. Almost certainly a result of my recent forays into catheterizing. Good luck tomorrow, let us know how it goes!

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You didn't correct him and say deliciously incontinent?

Marry looked at the typical sighns as she was pushed towards the "orphanage." The sighns were the typical Hays act bullshit. Things like how wearing diapers would help you study better. That was one of the better signs. Marry refused to look at the rest to the amusement of the girl. Marry gaped as she saw the entrance to the orphanage. She couldn't process it for a second. In a row in full view of everyone, a line of girls sat on what looked like rocking horse. With a single addition, a thick metal pole were the girls crotches were. They were humping them, humping while a crowd of men watched and girls turned away mafe uncomfortable by the scene. Marry struggled as the girl rolled her to the entrance, but no matter how hard she struggled she could not escape. "Here we are!" The girl said cheerfully before wheeling her inside. Their was a receptionist who started chatting with the girl. Marry didn't hear what was said as she desperately tryed to escape. She failed, and the girl wheeled her into what looked like a clinic. Except it was full of girls in strollers just like hers. All had vibrators attached to the strollers. Marry looked down to realize that her stroller had an attachment. Then she noticed the girl pull something from a bin. It was a vibrator. "Here we go sweetie. I know the ride must have been so boring, but don't worry you'll to have so much fun. " "Mmph mmmph" Marry tried to beg, but for all her struggles the vibrator was quickly attached and the stroller was adjusted to keep her from avoiding the pleasure the vibrator forced upon her.

And here is the update that nobody wanted, asked for, or needed lol. Since getting back into my night wetting after that irritating plateau, things are moving along nicely. In the month of March, I've had 7 surprise wet mornings, and I feel relatively confident that I will wet if I drink the right amount right before bed. But, the most exciting part for me is that while my wettings were rather light at first, with only a faint change in the color indicator. Lately they have become a bit heavier, which I'm looking at as a sign of progress. I don't know if that is a sign of things to come or just a result of more hydration prior to falling asleep, but I'm looking at it as a mark of progress. I've not had a wet night without water beforehand, nor do I expect to, but I do wonder if it would continue if I was A) undiapered, and B ) not hydrated. I guess we'll see what the next few weeks bring.

@Reddy im youll get past thank you for letting us know of the complications believe me ive broken my left arm twice and my shoulder (i have 11 screws and a plate in there) 6 years on i still get some wicked pins and needles in that area. Ill have to have them removed at somepoint. Anyway point is nothing is without compromise so thanks for letting us know what to be prepared for! PS: thank you for not disapearing your a inspirtion🙏 i mean that even though im just a stranger on the internet lol

Thank you! I hope it's all good in the end, I think it will be. I enjoy it anyway so far. Yeah, I'm actually really excited to see the urologist. It's amazing how now I'm just motivated by hopefully not having blockages anymore. I do wish there was some anti-scarring medication used at the time of procedure, but that's okay. I think it's extremely expensive still, and nothing has been designed for that yet. Yes, there is a point of very firm resistance and I have to be very slow when inserting at that point. It takes a while to get through that tight spot, and then just a little bit after that I start peeing. So, the stricture is sitting just outward of my prostate/external sphincter. I normally sleep uncathed and lately I don't put in any catheter at all unless I am completely blocked. I pee like 2 dozen times a day when my bladder pushes past the resistance momentarily. I'm just really really looking forward to getting a plan to clear out the stricture!

Mikey heard Lilith make her way down the hall, spitting out some swift instructions about how Maggie was supposed to scrub the carpet but didn’t care for any of it. He didn’t waste anytime as he let his instinctual urges take over as he assumed his position on all fours, eagerly crawling across the room towards his teddy bear, grabbing it as he positioned himself over top of it as he tightly straddled it with his legs, squeezing it as his boy parts stiffened. His cock twitched as he worked it against the soft, mushy confines of his diaper sending sensational pleasures through his body as the plush teddy bear provided a firm, yet soft surface to grind against. The padding squished as it made room for his girthy member and within seconds he felt himself drifting off into a mystical fantasy as his body's rhythmic endeavor took over. He slowly rocked back and forth, forcing his cock against the bear over and over as he suckled on his binky. A brief moment passed before Lilith could be heard making her way back down the hall as she headed back towards the nursery. “Now, where's my little rascal?” Lilith called out. But Mikey didn’t stop. He didn’t care. Every part of him told him to keep going as he let his mind slip. Lilith let out a soft gasp as she entered the room, finding Mikey mounted over top of his teddy as he rhythmically moved his hips. It would be a lie to say she was surprised, but she certainly had just been expecting to catch him with his hands down his diaper or something similar. “Well… what do we have here?” She said softly, running her hand down his back as she couldn’t help but hold back a smile. Mikey’s body tingled with a sensational wave of goosebumps as her cool, crisp hand slowly traced down his bad sending out jolts of pleasure as he let out a soft moan from behind his pacifier. “Is somebody trying to make cummies?” Lilith cooed, taking a seat on the carpet just beside him as she continued to run her hand over his back. “Does having a big sister excite you?” She teased quietly. Mikey stayed silent aside from the faint moans he made as he let Lilith’s words fill his head with desires. He kept his pace, feeling the warm, wet padding envelop his cock as the frictional sensations built at the tip of his cock. “We can keep that a secret if you’d like,” She said with a smirk. “Though I’m not sure you’re doing to well on your end,” Lilith’s fingers danced across his back in a slow, swirling motion as Mikey continued to thrust against his teddy. His soft whimpers and moans were broken up by exhales of hot, steamy air as he chased his desperate need for release. “Such a good boy,” She cooed. “Mommy’s perfect little diaper boy,” She continued before being suddenly interrupted by Maggie’s return. “Ew, gross!” Maggie called out from the doorway, having finished cleaning up her mess in the living room and stumbling back to the nursery to find the two of them. Lilith gave her a scornful look as she turned to get up. “Don’t you stop till you make cummies,” Lilith whispered into Mikey’s ear before pulling out her wand and giving it a quick swish in Maggie’s direction. Maggie suddenly felt a firm bulb fill her mouth as a pacifier materialized out of thin air before feeling a set of leather straps tightly wrap around her head, locking the pacifier in its place. “You think so?” Lilith said with a smirk, strutting over to grab Maggie’s arm, pulling her into the room and towards the rocking chair. “I’m sure we can work it out so that you’re in that same position if you really want,” Mikey tried to make out what was happening as he kept his rhythm up, feeling close to a release as he huffed hot breaths of ecstasy, not thinking about the moisture that had been slowly building up on his pacifier shield. It wasn’t till he saw Maggie forced over Lilith’s knee that he thought to reposition himself. “Usually I’d make you count them out, but seeing as your mouth is otherwise predisposed…” Lilith said, raising her hand up high before bringing it back down with a loud smack against Maggie’s diaper butt. “Maybe I’ll help count backward…25,” She said, raising her hand again as she brought it crashing back down with another loud smack. Mikey’s eyes locked onto her pink diaper as Lilith continued on. He used each thrust to slightly reposition himself until he was staring straight on. The smacks faded into the background as Mikey’s hot breaths turned into frequent moans before his sweet moment of relief finally took over. He thrust forward, having felt the eruption brewing before finally setting it over the edge as electric waves of pleasure soared through his tense body. His mouth opened wide as he shoved his face into his Teddy as a loud stream of moaning began. His cock twitched violently as hot streams of goo shot into the wet padding wrapped around his waist. His hips didn’t stop, eager to squeeze out every last bit of pleasure as he frantically thrusted his diaper against his teddy as his body erupted into a loss of control. Lilith couldn’t help but let out a smirk as she watched him lose control on the floor in front of her. A quick flick of her wand let the nearby paddle take over as she felt her own fingers slipping downwards in complete jealousy of what Mikey had just experienced. “Good boy!” Lilith cooed, watching Mikey collapse on his side out of exhaustion, his teddy still tightly wrapped between his legs as his breathing switched to long heavy pants. He spit his binky out, taking in long deep breaths as he tried to gather himself as loud, firm smacks echoed through the room before coming to a stop a few moments later. Maggie collapsed of her own exhaustion, tumbling off of Lilith’s lap as tears swelled out of her eyes as she lay on the floor not far from Mikey. Lilith couldn’t stop herself from smiling. Pulling her hands back up as she lifted herself out of the chair, knowing she had to care for the two helpless adults in front of her. “Boy, oh boy,” Lilith called out, stopping to do a little stretch. “Looks like I’ve got two tuckered out kiddos in need of a naptime,” Mikey gave no resistance, his eyes already drawing heavy as his breath mellowed out. He could feel himself drifting, barely realizing that Lilith had scooped him up as she carried him to the changing station where his binky had been wiped clean and returned to his mouth. His lips delicately wrapped around its bulb, securely keeping it in his mouth as his eyes faded in and out of blackness, catching brief glimpses of his change before being delicately tucked into his crib and locked in. “Sweet dreams,” He heard Lilith whisper before finally letting his vision fade to black. Lilith turned around to look at Maggie, still laid out on the floor, unsure of what she was expected to do next. “Are you feeling like a big girl, or does the little baby need a nap?” Lilith chuckled. “Do…what…will I have to clean?” Maggie asked quietly, wiping tears from her eyes as she tried to sit on her sore bum. “Of course, sweetie!” Lilith cooed. “I’ve got just the diaper pail in mind that needs a good scrubbing!” Maggie looked disheartened, not wanting to have to do anything at the moment as she felt overwhelmed. “Can…can I take a nap?” “Awww, poor baby,” Lilith said, scooping her up and onto her hip. “Of course you can take a nap. It just means you’ll be my baby for that much longer!” She said with a smirk, carrying Maggie to her newly constructed crib and setting her inside before closing the gate and locking it shut. “You be a good girl now,” Lilith smirked. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check on you both,” She said, turning to leave the room. She hit the light switch and gave a quick flick of her wand, forcing the curtains to close themselves as the room filled with darkness, aside from the small night light in the corner that helped to illuminate the bare minimum. “Sweet dreams,” Lilith cooed mockingly with a final swoosh of her wand as the mobile above the two cribs began to rotate, playing a soft gentle lullaby as Lilith closed the door. Maggie collapsed into the soft confines of her new bed, staring up at the small animals as they spun around above her head letting the soft gentle tunes help calm her as she tried to come to terms with everything that had happened thus far. 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Chapter Seven After a long discussion, the principal assured Ai that what happened to her would never happen again. The only reason it slipped under the radar in the first place was because nobody had ever entered the Academy in diapers before. It also didn't help that she was in mittens, which automatically branded her as a kind of girl who got herself in trouble. The principal suggested "safe word" posters around the school, just in case, and they were up on the walls of every classroom within the week. With her boundaries safeguarded, Ai decided to spend some time at Ageplay Academy. Most of her days were in the Middle classroom, getting in touch with a childhood she never truly had. Other days, she volunteered as a babysitter for the daycare, just to understand the experience. Nothing gripped her quite like that first day, chained to the desk and flooding her diaper, but she never found the courage to return to that room. In truth, the most important and inviting element of Ageplay Academy to Ai was Rin. She was the first person with which Ai had ever had any kind of serious sexual encounter, and she wanted to explore those feelings. Rin was supportive, maybe out of a feeling of obligation or guilt, but Ai was also an attractive woman. Rin was a sucker for hot girls, especially hot girls in diapers. Unfortunately, Ai wasn't into diapers. Or, she said she wasn't. She tried a dozen other roles: "big" to Rin's "little", "disciplinarian" to Rin's "brat", "teacher" to Rin's "student". But despite the premise of the Academy, Ai was too embarrassed to delve deeply into ageplay. As it became more and more apparent that Ai wasn't willing - or maybe ready - to explore the things that brought them together, Ai and Rin started to drift further apart. In every bubble, Ai always did her best to stay for as long as she could. She didn't want to leave behind a place where she could be happy, where she could belong, unless she was absolutely sure it wasn't the right place for her. Sooner or later, that feeling always grew in her heart, that feeling of wanting to see over the next horizon. For Ageplay Academy, that feeling came in less than two weeks. Ai packed a bag. A diaper bag, because diaper bags were in abundance. The principal let her take anything she wanted from their stock; "it's the least I can do," he said. Ai took a few outfits worn by the daycare attendants, and buttoned herself up in a white blouse with dark pants. She was starting to feel like herself again. As she left the storage room, Ai hesitated by the door. She looked back at the room as if it were the entire Academy. All the things she experienced. Her awful introduction. Her adventures in babysitting. Her time with Rin. But one thing lingered a little longer than the rest. She picked up one of the white diapers off the shelf - in her size - and tucked it into her bag. "Just in case," Ai said to herself. "Once I'm outside the bubble, I can know for sure how I feel..." Rin went with Ai to the vending machine where she left her compass. Ai had considered going back for it a few times, but the location felt safe. No one knew about it but her, and it was still her only real possession. After rummaging around under the machine for a minute, Ai stood up and opened the compass. "Aren't you supposed to follow the needle?" Rin asked. "That's how you get back to your bubble, right?" "I'm not trying to go home," Ai said, turning herself in place to find the right path. "Why not?" Rin asked. "I dunno," Ai shrugged. "I got bored..." "You could do anything you wanted, right?" Rin asked, because Ai had talked about home before. "How could that be boring?" "It just was..." Ai didn't know how to explain it. Some bubbles were made up of a hundred people. Those bubbles were shaped by a lot of different minds, and a lot of different wants and needs. People who shared a bubble tended to be grouped together for a reason. Like Ageplay Academy. But other bubbles had fewer inhabitants. Some, like Ai's, only had one. A solitary mind, with singular wants and needs. Ai could make her world any way she wanted it to be. But that was the problem. What she wanted wasn't hers to give; it had to be something she found. She had to look for it, through error and opportunity. So she left. She gave up infinite power in one tiny universe for no power at all in millions. Because out there, in the millions, she had a chance to find where she belonged. She had the chance to find her purpose. "Well if you're going in the opposite direction from the needle, then you can follow it back here, right?" "Yeah, I think so," Ai said. She didn't know if that was how it worked, but she hoped it was. Ai had said goodbye hundreds of times, through hundreds of bubbles, and they always felt the same. A universal feeling, despite all the other inconsistencies. A necessary pain. It didn't seem fair to Ai that, in worlds where people could have pretty much anything they wanted, any pain at all was necessary. But she worried that a world without loss would be a world without love. And what was the fun in that? "I'll miss you." Rin said. "I'll miss you too," Ai said back. "I hope you find it, whatever you're looking for." "I'm getting close," Ai said, and kissed Rin goodbye. It made Ai's stomach flutter with pleasant feelings, but not pleasant enough. Ageplay Academy wasn't far from the edge of its own bubble. On certain nights from certain places, Ai could see the faint shimmering without even leaving the building. As she approached the unworldly surface, she wondered what she was going to face. She wondered what the price she'd paid in leaving all of this behind would buy her. When Ai stepped through the shimmer, the sun was warm and the air was pleasant. The grass beneath her feet was a deep, beautiful aqua, and a lake in the distance glittered gold in the midday sunlight. All around her, trees and bushes curled in beautiful shapes out of the ground, like something from a fairy tale. But most of all, Ai didn't feel anxious to be in a new place. The atmosphere wasn't charged; it was heavy. Heavy and light at the same time, with a wonderful wistfulness to it. In only moments, Ai started to feel very sleepy. Ai wandered down the hill toward the lake. It was in the center of a park, with paths of glass stones and benches with big, cavernous chairs. In the distance, Ai thought she could make out the pink gingham of a blanket. But Ai's feet wouldn't take her much further. She sat down on the edge of the hill and yawned. What... a... beautiful... day... "Mm..." "Hey there, sleepy head," a voice cooed. A familiar voice. But when Ai opened her eyes, she didn't recognize the face. A woman, a little younger than her. A warm smile. Dark, heavy hair. And a diaper in her hands, wringing it gently to open it up. Ai blinked a few times, then looked over at her diaper bag. It was unzipped. And that diaper was... "You had a little accident," the woman smiled. "But don't worry, I'm taking care of it." Ai tried to sit up. Her body was heavy. Her mind was heavy. But sure enough, the dark pants she had worn through the shimmer were wet between the legs. The woman unbuttoned the front of them and began to strip Ai of her wet pants and underwear. "I, um... dunno how that... happened..." Ai said sleepily. "That's okay," the woman laughed. "It happens to my sister all the time. Do you have a name, little one?" "Little... one?" Ai wanted to contend with that nickname, but she felt too sleepy to come up with a good argument. So she answered the question instead. "Ai, um... I'm Ai..." "Nice to meet you, Ai. My name is Aya." Aya. Yeah, that sounded familiar too. But before Ai could try to figure out where she'd heard that name before, her legs were pulled up into the air by an unseen force. The sleepiness took a backseat to sheer surprise, and Ai quickly tried to pull down her shirt. "Shh, shh, no one is going to hurt you," Aya said calmly. "The Specters are just helping out." "Specters...?" Ai asked, as Aya slid the diaper under Ai's bottom. "They're our friends," Aya said cheerily. "They take care of my sister and I. And, well... I suppose you too, now that you're here." "Where... where is here?" "Here," Aya repeated, motioning out to the park, to the lake, to the trees and the gardens all around the both of them. "Eden." "Eden..." Ai rubbed her eyes and the invisible Specters set her back down on the diaper. Aya sprinkled some powder on Ai's skin and pulled it up between her legs. The sound of each tape echoed through the whole world, like faraway bells. And when Ai was once again in diapers, she knew without a doubt that it hadn't been Ageplay Academy that made her feel this way. The diaper was resplendent in the light that seemed to come from everywhere but nowhere at the same time. It felt like a long lost love. It felt like everything she had ever wanted. Ai belonged in Eden. Ai belonged in diapers. "Is Eden a nice place?" Ai asked, because it was the first thought that came into her mind. "It's the best place," Aya said simply. She patted the front of Ai's diaper and helped her off the grass. Right away, Ai stumbled and nearly fell down the hill, but a flurry of invisible forces held her upright. Then, they lifted Ai off the ground completely, just a few inches. She could feel hands grabbing at her, squeezing her ankles and her arms and her diapered butt. But just as quickly as the feelings were there, they were gone, to other places on her body. Ai didn't know if the Specters were invisible people, or a mass of shifting forcefields, or both at the same time. "C'mon, I'll show you around," Aya smiled. Suddenly, the force beneath Ai compressed itself so thickly that it became visible. Bending light and energy, twisting space. But the more it twisted, the finer the form it took. In less than a second, it became its own kind of matter. And that matter shifted in color and appearance, until it looked exactly like an oversized pram. Ai was gently lowered into it, and found it to be soft and comfortable, as if it was never anything but an oversized pram. "What just happened..." Ai asked sleepily, trying to make sense of everything. "Don't think too hard," Aya said softly. "Just let the Specters take care of everything for you." Ai nodded, and the pram started to move on its own. Down the hill of bluish grass, toward the golden lake. Aya followed at its side. "Um, I can... can walk..." Ai tried to argue, but she wasn't sure why. She was so tired, and the pram ride was so cozy. Why would she want to walk? "No need," Aya answered. "Just relax." "Relax..." Ai repeated. That sounded... so lovely... "The Specters can carry you, move you, do everything for you," Aya explained. "They can be anything you need, or anything you want, or… anything, I guess. So you don't have to worry about anything, not a single thing." Not worrying wasn't something Ai was good at. All her life, she'd had an insatiable curiosity, like an itchy fabric in the back of her head, something her skin didn't agree with. But when Aya told her that there was nothing to worry about, Ai believed her. She trusted her, implicitly, like a voice from on high. At first glance, the golden lake didn't look to be particularly big. But as Aya led Ai around it, it seemed to take forever. On the right, they passed a playground. A beach. Trees that looked like cotton candy. An ocean of bubbles, like a giant bath. A pretzel stand. A hot dog stand. A lemonade stand. The night sky, in the middle of the afternoon. A penguin rental kiosk. A castle with an army of empty armor. A very large bed. A very small bed. Paintbrushes. A "Fill" tool, to color anything. Kisses with wings. A spacecraft. Everything, but upside down. Giant mountains made of candles, with flames of fireworks. A musical. The timeline. Lost atmosphere. Corduroy. Mixed tapes. Mixing bowls. Marshmallows. Mars. Honey made of money. Money made of honey. A kickball field. Waterslides. The absence of the descriptor "sticky". Waterfalls of watermelons. Trampolines. Trapezoids. Pennies. Lightning, but small. Clouds, but ice cubes, but warm. The center of a whirlpool, but only the center. Kindergarten. Kind gardens. Mean gardens, but kind when you got to know them. And a million other things Ai didn't have words for. Perhaps, because she didn't need those words anymore, or perhaps because there never were any in the first place. And on the left, there was the golden lake. "Do you understand?" Aya asked. "This is the best place." Ai nodded. Her diaper was soggy and warm, and her mind was alight with arousal. The kind of feeling she had when that girl touched her diaper. That girl, from that other place. Who was she? Where was that? But it didn't feel like that at all. It wasn't sexy; it was pure. It was what all emotion should have been. A warm, soggy diaper, and an endless lifetime of pleasantness. Before long, Ai was lying on the grass and Aya was patting her diapered butt. Ai sunk into the ground like an ice cream on a hot day. She grunted and pushed and effortlessly filled her diaper. And life was perfect. Except... "Ai, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Aya asked. "Mm... nuh uh..." "Where are you from?" Where was she from? Ai didn't know. So she said: "Here." "No, I know... but what about before here?" Aya asked. "No one else has ever come here... I didn't even know there were others, other than my sister and myself. And now you're here." Ai didn't know what to say, but Aya's question seemed like a good one. "Are you a Specter?" Aya asked. "Are you like the pram?" The pram... Ai shook her head. She was not like the pram. She wasn't from here, was she? Aya had convinced Ai that Eden was the best place to be. That there weren't any better places. And if no places were any better, what was the point of discussing other places at all? But Aya was curious, and there was no crueler fate to Ai than a question unanswered. So Ai tried her best to think of one, and the answers came easily to her. Like they were there all along. "I'm from another place, many bubbles away. Like circles touching, and going on and on, and on and on, and on and on..." Ai paused, and for a moment she considered something Aya had said: no one else had ever come here. Aya had never met anyone other than her sister, and now Ai. "What was it like?" Aya asked. "It was..." Ai paused. When she tried to think about all those other bubbles, only one word came to mind. "Different..." "Eden is different," Aya said, almost in defense of it. "There can't possibly be anything anywhere else that doesn't exist here already. Right?" Ai shook her head. She didn't know how to answer Aya's question, so she spoke from the heart. "Everywhere I've been... maybe this is the best one. The best feelings, and... the best of everything. But I guess... if it's the best... then there has to be things that aren't as good. And because they aren't as good, they can't be here, right?" Aya was quiet, but she slowly nodded. "I'm happy to be here," Ai said. "But... I think... I think I was happy to be in those places too, for different reasons. Because the best isn't very good at all without something to compare it to." Ai remembered why she left home in the first place, why a single universe was never going to be enough for her. Because she believed, deep down in her heart, that she wasn't meant to stay still. Perhaps her quest for belonging was never about a destination, but about the journey. She found a little bit of belonging everywhere she went, and in a way, everywhere else belonged to her too. The conversation with Aya continued for eternity. Or it lasted just a few minutes. That was the problem with endlessness: there was no point of reference. No transitions. Nothing to lead you to the next important moment. "Do you have any idea what you're doing?" Bala asked sharply. She was sitting in a playpen, on foam puzzle piece tiles. Ai was sitting across from her, and walls of plastic surrounded them like mountains surrounded a village. Like a river surrounded a castle. Like a yard surrounded an academy. Bala was dressed in a white onesie, decorated in halos and cartoon wings and the laughter of children and the heat of the universe. Ai looked down at her own clothes, which had changed: a red onesie, with horns and pitchforks and block towers of arrogance and the coldness of space. "Subtle," Ai sighed, rolling her eyes. Suddenly, everything was so clear to her. She remembered her purpose. "I gave you everything you wanted. I gave everybody everything!" Bala balled her hands at her sides. "Do you know how hard it is to make everybody happy? I had to break it all up into a billion pockets. Into tiny happinesses, instead of one big one! But I did it! I did it, and you had to go and ruin it! Why do you have to ruin everything?" "I didn't ruin anything," Ai shot back, balling her own hands at her sides. "You did!" Bala shouted. One baby shouting at another across a plastic, colorful universe. "I put you so far away from us, but you came here anyway. Then you told Aya all about the other places, the other people. You brought sin into Eden. And now she's gonna leave! Maybe not right away, but sooner or later." "Then let her go," Ai fumed. "She can make her own decisions." "Let her go? What do you think happens to the universe when God abandons Heaven? Everyone else does too. The structure of it all, the building blocks... nobody will be happy ever again." "You're wrong," the demon said to the angel. She toddled forward a single step, rattle of Damocles in hand. "I was happier in every other bubble than the one you stuck me in. I was happy, because of the possibilities. Because there was so much to learn and know, and so many new ways to grow and get better." "You think you're any better?" the angel asked. A throne appeared beneath her and she was lifted up into the sky, safely secured with a tray in front. "You're worse than ever before. You're selfish, and you're willing to sacrifice everything I made for everyone else, because you think you're right!" "You hypocrite," the demon hissed, waving her rattle. "You want to condemn me for selfishness, when you trapped all those people here to take care of you? You think I don't know who the Specters are? Was this their wish?" "They can be anything!" Bala screamed. "They can be the stars themselves! They aren't bound by matter or reality or anything! They have all the power they wanted!" "They can't be anything, because you won't let them choose. You're too scared that they'll choose wrong, and they'll blame you." "You don't know anything about me!" Bala said as loud as she could, as loud as the Big Bang. "You want to put everyone in a box of what is 'best'," Ai said angrily, because when someone didn't listen, the best answer was to say it louder. "Just like Aya, and this farce of a paradise. But if something is the 'best', then there's no getting any better. There's no point." "SHUT UP!" The walls of the playpen around Ai and Bala exploded into stardust, along with the chair and the rattle, and the two of them were left alone in the dark. Then Ai felt a pang of something other than anger, a feeling that resonated through the emptiness and through the both of them. Ai felt disappointment, because the universe was at the whims of a true child. "You can't start at the end," Ai said sadly. "Fucking watch me."

Chapter 98: History Repeats Itself DIAPER SHOPPING WAS an experience I would have gladly skipped if asked about it. As bad as the first training pant search had been, this had seemed worse. Every female Big in the store, age thirteen and older, looked at me and cooed if I made the mistake of making eye contact! I noticed some jealous looks, but Grandma was intimidating enough to scare people away alone. Between Grandma and Beth, as soon as I was placed in the cart seat, they had been off to the races. Two packages of a brand called Monkeez and then a nighttime version of what looked like Pampers from back home were tossed in the cart. Several packs of wipes that would fit in my backpack, along with rash cream, powder, and disposal bags, all found their way into the cart before we made our way up to the front as my stomach was growling. “We skipped lunch,” Beth said, waiting beside the cart. “Yeah,” I said quietly. As we came to the checker, I expected some taunting. Still, the projected attendant just rapidly scanned everything, and we were soon on our way back home. “We’ll eat an early dinner when we get home,” Grandma said when my stomach growled as she placed me in my seat. “Thanks, I’m starving,” I told her. Beth sat beside me in the middle seat, playing with my hands occasionally as we drove. Nikki had sat in the front and decided this weekend that she wanted to remain with us despite the safety of Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Aunt Bella, Ryan, and Shelby all joined us for an early dinner. When they arrived, Beth and I were sitting on the couch. “Cute dress, Carly!” Shelby said. I smiled at her, “I’d rather not wear the toddler chic designs?” She laughed, “So why are you?” I sighed, “Because everything went wrong with the nanites again?” Beth and I explained what had gone on that week, and at the end, she said, “Well, I guess that explains the diaper.” Shelby came over and hugged me, then said, “Sorry, but you make a really cute girl?” “Dinner is ready!” Grandma called right then, and we walked into the kitchen together. I shook my head as I ate the tasty breakfast for dinner meal. ‘Now I know where Mom got that!’ Gigantic and thick waffles, bacon, sausage, and toppings for the waffles were quite plentiful. I had to give my order since I couldn’t reach anything from the high chair I was sitting in. An observer from our dimension would probably think there were four babies, a slightly older elementary girl, and a pair of grandparents if they looked at us since Bella, Ryan, Shelby, and I were all sitting in our high chairs. “Besides this minor disaster, how’s school going?” Shelby asked me. “Minor disaster?” Beth raised her eyebrows. “This seems like more than a ‘minor’ disaster?” Beth sounded annoyed. “Well, at least Carly wasn’t adopted and turned into a tummy-time infant?” Shelby shrugged, “At least by Little standards, this was definitely only a minor disaster.” My stomach turned at that, and Beth looked like she was about to blow. I winced when I realized she probably took it personally, and Shelby probably didn’t know. “Beth,” I said softly, “Shelby doesn’t mean anything by that?” “Huh?” Shelby asked. “Shelby, we’ll talk later… definitely not the right thing to say,” Aunt Bella told her in a strained, sympathetic voice. Beth, I’m sorry. Not many people know…” I could just barely reach and gently touch her shoulder since she was sitting close and did so. She sighed and said, “Sorry, I know you didn’t mean anything, Shelby.” Shelby looked at me with confusion, then at Beth, then at her mom. “Umm… Beside that… I guess school’s going well,” I said. “We’re done filming, so we just have to edit this horror down. Since we technically still have another three weeks after this until we were required to be ‘in the can,’ we’re ahead of the game?” “Are you going to have some sort of release party? I want to see this and throw popcorn at the screen or something?” Ryan said. That at least got Beth to giggle lightly. ‘She’ll be okay,’ I told myself. We went around and talked about things, and I even learned about some of Grandpa’s latest projects to occupy himself. As we finished, I was glad to see my front was clean. Shelby’s was, too, but Ryan definitely should have had a bib on. Several dropped strawberry spots were visible! Aunt Bella, though—it was a very good thing she had a bib on! ‘Grandma must have been intentionally missing her mouth!’ I thought with a shake of my head. “Mommy, once you get Carly changed, let’s have her go through the outfits I brought over?” “I’m sure we can do that, Bella, but someone else is going to need a clean change of pants, too!” she tickled the woman who was older than my mom but seemed younger than me then! Thirty minutes later, and two changed diapers later, Grandma, Aunt Bella, Beth, Shelby, and I were in my room, where fourteen boxes were stacked in front of me. They looked like high-end gift boxes, and knowing that Aunt Bella essentially catered to that clientele, I knew there was probably some nice custom clothing inside. She’d take the time to even number boxes to go through in an order. “Go ahead, open the first one!” Aunt Bella encouraged me. “You didn’t have to,” I started to say. “Nope!” She smiled at me, “None of that! I missed nineteen birthdays with my niece!” I sighed, “Okay,” and pulled open the first box. I pulled out what seemed like a massive pile of fabric. It unfolded and revealed itself to be a green Emerson University jumper dress. She had embroidered the Emerson logo on the left chest, and I saw five dresses in the stack. “Umm… thanks,” I said. “The next two boxes go with those,” Aunt Bella said. I blushed. I was excited to finally be given gifts of my very own girls’ clothes! Still, I would have preferred my first ones not to be a university uniform! I found six collared white polo onesies and six pairs of tights inside the following two boxes. “You can wear knee-high socks,” Shelby told me, “but I wouldn’t until it gets warmer. Those will work until you reach the temperatures to be allowed the slacks.” I just numbly nodded as I then opened up a box with three pairs of the girl’s slacks, which weren’t all that different than the boy’s with the elastic on the waist to easily pull them up and down, and then the additional snappies up the crotch to also allow for easy diaper changes. ‘I think the dress is actually less humiliating!’ Uniforms covered, the other boxes included a nice winter coat, mittens, a knit cap, pajamas, some coordinated casual leggings and tops, and three one-piece girls’ swimsuits. A couple of outfits looked like something Beth or a Big might wear, which I figured would probably look like I was pretending to be a big girl… But, in short, it was a good chunk of the beginnings of a wardrobe for my new status. Especially since the underwear was bought in the store on the way home… “Thank you, Aunt Bella,” I told her and leaned down to give the only adult I knew shorter than me a hug. “You’re very welcome, Carly!” She smiled. “One more box, though!” Grandma handed me one that had been hidden somewhere. I opened it and pulled out the most infantile dress I’d seen in my size outside of Meggy’s birthday party! It was yellow, with ruffles on the sleeves and skirt. On the bodice, an endless bit of embroidery detail showed it was well made - and certainly not cheap! As I held it up in the air, I realized it was also short enough that if I wore it, I would flash my diaper in any position other than standing still. “What is this?” I asked incredulously. “Oh, we’ll call it an heirloom piece,” Grandma said. “We still have to tell your mommy that you’re her little girl now.” “And this?” “It’s identical to the dress her parents got to see her in first,” she smirked. Beth looked at me with concern. I was silent for a long moment, then I began to laugh until I couldn’t breathe. “Perfect!” I coughed as I calmed down. Beth looked at me like I was crazy, but Bella told her, “Stacy is nuts. This is probably the best way to explain things to her.” Beth shook her head, “I think you are all a little nuts sometimes,” she muttered. Everyone laughed at that! Aunt Bella said, “I’ll make you some other things in the next couple of days, and I’m sure Mommy will want to take you shopping again.” I shifted a bit, wondering what was in my size that wasn’t meant for a baby! It was late enough then that Aunt Bella took Shelby home to get some sleep before she had school the following day. Grandma took me to the living room with Beth to make the call home. “Stand on my lap,” she told me with a smirk. I sighed, “She’s going to kill me?” “You have to get home first for that,” Grandma reminded me, “and by then, she’s just going to want to hug you.” I shook my head and waited for the connection to be made, and then I saw Mom, Mama, and my sisters on the other side. “Hi,” I said sheepishly. I watched the participants on the other side of the link stay absolutely still. There was a blink from Riley. Lila and Hannah both looked at each other with mouths open simultaneously. Mama just looked like she was hit in the gut with something. Mom was the first to speak. “Mom, where have you been keeping that dress?!? I told you to get rid of that!” she blushed. “And please tell me Connor isn’t wearing it for the same purpose?!?” BETH LOOKED ON as the family that let their son leave the dimension, just like their mother, was dealing with the same thing. “Sorry, sweetie, but I did have her wear it because history has repeated itself here…” “What happened?” Gabby asked, much less calm than Stacy. Carly sighed, “I told you about our film project?” The five most important people she had back home nodded, “Well, I was playing a character that has a gender change in the middle of the film and gets adopted. Our crew used a set of nanites that the theater department uses all the time for this kind of thing.” Amanda said, “They are used all the time for changes, and according to the stats I looked up, only have an issue point-oh-oh-oh-oh-one percent of the time. Even with the professor asking me to review the code, this happened.” “Of course, it would be Connor,” Riley shook her head. “Guess we have a new big sister instead?” Hannah said, sighing. “I have rather enjoyed having one boy in the house to keep us sane, though?” “I wasn’t doing a very good job of that,” Carly told them. With that, some of the tension was broken, and Amanda explained the situation. “So you have a whole mass of that protein now?” Stacy asked, concern evident in her voice. “It’s about the thickness right now that you’d expect if he... she’d been nursing for three weeks,” Amanda said. “And growing thicker by the moment.” “So diapers for the foreseeable future, huh?” Stacy asked. “Well, it’s not the worst thing, Connor. I assume you’ve already come up with a replacement name?” Amanda had pulled Carly into her lap a long while ago, “Carly,” Carly told her. “I like it!” Riley said. “Yeah,” Lila and Hannah agreed together. “It’s just like when we played together as little girls,” Riley added. “That’s what we called you then, too, right?” Beth turned to see Carly squirm but nodded, “Yes?” “Perfect then!” “So, are you normally keeping Carly dressed like this now?” Stacy asked. “No, sweetie. I just thought it might help break the ice. Unless, of course, Carly wants to wear it to school. It’ll be a dress code violation, but she’s adorable enough they might let it slide.” Beth wished she had taken a photo of Carly’s face at that moment; it was priceless! AFTER WE FINISHED with the phone call with Mom, Beth and I had decided to sit on the floor in my room and get some homework done. Occasionally, we’d talk about something, she’d ask a question, or I’d just talk. She yawned a few times, and I realized it was getting later. Without warning, she pulled me into her lap, facing her, and felt the wet diaper I was wearing. “Not staying dry very long?” I blushed, “No, and not feeling it either?” “Well, that’s not surprising; according to your grandma, you basically ended up with at least three weeks’ worth of those breastmilk proteins?” “I wonder if their milk would do anything to me now?” I said, instantly wanting to push the words back into my mouth. She giggled, “Please don’t try and find out! While I’m sure there will be no end of nest mommies wanting to pop their booby out for you, you really don’t want to get addicted to that stuff!” “Not planning on it,” I told her. “Just thinking aloud of what else could go wrong.” She squeezed me in a hug then and gave me a kiss on the lips. “As long as I have you, nothing can go wrong enough to matter.” I hugged her then, too, as some tears streamed down my face. “What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asked me. I shrugged, “I’m kind of nervous about tomorrow, actually?” “Well, it will be a big day for you,” she agreed. “What’s got you most scared?” I shrugged, “Moving in with a new nest? Having classmates see me as a girl now? I can only imagine how the fellow exchange students will feel about that one…?” She hugged me again, “We’ll get you through all of that, I guarantee you!” I shook my head, “Somehow, I don’t think you’ll be joining me in the nest?” At her look of horror, I said, “At least I hope not.” She nodded. “I'm sorry about what Shelby said earlier,” I said after she ran her hand down my hair for a few more moments. “She didn’t know…” she said. “At least, I don’t think she does?” I shrugged, “As far as I know, she doesn’t? You’ve all kept that pretty secret from everyone? Have you ever really told anyone?” “I’ve only ever told Livy,” she told me. “Not Reila?” “I probably should at this point, but it’s not exactly the topic you just bring up?” I nodded at that. “I kind of wish you didn’t know?” I turned to look at her, “Why?” “Because it’s got to be awkward dating a woman as old as your moms?” I laughed, “The fact that you’re still willing to date me after all of this means I’ll never care about that at all!” “You know, at some point, we need to go out on an actual date…?” I looked up at her, “You’re right!” I smiled, “So what do you want to do?” “Let me think about that?” She shrugged, “I wouldn’t have risked it before. Now that I have Nikki, I might as well take advantage of the overbearing safety she offers?” I nodded. “What do you think you might want to do?” I shrugged, “I don’t know the town that well… Dinner and a movie? Some sort of show? A picnic at a park?” I hugged her, “As long as I’m with you, it’ll be perfect!” She leaned down, kissed me again, and hugged me right before Amanda came in. “Hey, kids, I think it’s time to call it a night. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow?” We nodded, and I watched Beth go after one last hug and kiss goodnight. After Grandma changed me out of the embarrassing dress I was still wearing, along with the wet diaper, into my pajamas, she commented, “I hope it works out for you two.” “Me too,” I said. She tucked me in, “I’ll wake you up to swim in the morning, then you’ll go to your first couple of classes. We’ll go to your dorm and move you at lunch. Grandpa is going to come to help.” “ID?” I asked. “After your last class, we’re going to get your ID bracelet switched to Carly. It’s still valid right now, though.” “I’m still safe from adoption?” She shrugged, “As safe as you’ve ever been?” Sighing, she added, “Unless you are adopted, that’s always a risk, Carly.” I nodded, “That makes sense.” After a pause, I asked, “Will Lilly be okay with me coming into her nest?” “I got a message from her earlier that she’s expecting you and will have your pod all ready to go!” “Great, my crib will be ready,” I groaned. “At least they’re leaving them open now?” “True,” I agreed. “And I guess it’s not like I’ll need to get up to go potty again at night.” “No, those diapees will easily hold all you can throw at them,” Grandma said with a sad smile. She kissed my forehead, “Well, my little granddaughter, it's time for the princess to get some sleep! Good night, I love you!” “Love you too,” I replied as she left, turned off the lights, and closed the door. 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Ted stood in the corner sniffling, his hands on his head and his bottom throbbing. His mind was a blur, recounting what had just happened. He had been spanked, thoroughly. Punished like a young boy by his roommates. It had been a long time since Ted was spanked. Spanking was not a regular occurrence for him growing up, both because his parents usually deployed other punishments like grounding, but also because Ted was generally very well behaved. He recalled one time when he was about ten, his mother had been very angry with him for something, he couldn’t really remember what it was. She was sitting on the couch lecturing him while he stood in front of her, clearly not listening. Without warning, she had quickly tossed him across her lap and slapped the seat of his pants five or six times, then sent him to his room. It didn’t hurt very much, but he remembered the spanking getting his attention. That was usually the case - a spanking let him know he had gone too far, without inflicting any serious pain. Now, standing in the corner with his bruised butt on display, the same message was sinking in that he’d crossed a line. But the lesson was far more painful than when he was ten. He badly wanted to rub his aching backside. But he didn’t dare. Upstairs in Stacey’s room, the girls sat on the bed gushing about the experience of punishing Ted. “Then he just plopped himself over my lap. I still can’t believe it!” Stacey giggled. “Oh my god, when he begged me not to paddle him, I thought I was gonna melt.” Lara recalled. “That big tough guy reduced to a blubbering little boy!” “Hahaha, I know!” Stacey laughed. “I thought for a minute you were gonna let him off the hook.” “I must say, those little puppy blue eyes almost had me. But he got everything he deserved.” “Did he though?” Lara put her hand to her mouth. She giggled. “You think he needs another dose??” “Well not a full one… but I think when we introduce him to the rules, we can also introduce him to the strap.” “Oohhh hohoho!” Stacey paused a little apprehensively. “Is that ok with you? I know it was a gift and it can stay between us ‘BFF’s’ if you want.” “Oohhh hohoho…” Lara continued with a big smile. “Yes?” Stacey asked. “Ohhh yes. How about one stroke from each of us.” “Yeah. Just a taste. Then he’ll know what to expect the next time he misbehaves.” “Ohhhhhhhohohoho!!” They laughed hysterically as Stacey pulled out the vicious implement from her nightstand drawer and tossed it on the bed next to the hand written list of rules. “That’ll be for later,” she said. “Only one minute left in his timeout. Let’s go make that boy clean up this disgusting mess.” Ted nearly jumped off the floor when he heard the timer ring behind him. He had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t hear the ladies come back in the room. Regaining his composure, he stood perfectly still facing the wall with his hands on his head. “Ok, you can come out now, naughty boy,” Stacey said, dialing up the maternal authority in her voice. She was really enjoying herself. Ted turned around and stared at his feet where his pants still sat bunched up. He covered his manhood in embarrassment with both hands. “Pull up your pants and come over here,” Stacey ordered. He did as instructed, wincing when the elastic waistband slid across his tender backside. His member, though, got a rush of blood. Shuffling over to where the girls stood, he was still unable to meet their gaze, completely broken and ashamed. One by one, Stacey and Lara pulled him into a hug. With his arms trapped at his sides, he couldn’t hug them back even if he wanted to. He just rested his head on their shoulders and enjoyed each warm embrace. Lara spoke first. “You took your punishment like a good boy and we’re proud of you,” she said with her hands on his shoulders. “But now it’s time to clean up. We’re going upstairs to do homework.” Stacey cut in. “No breaks for you until this place is spotless. Lara and I will check on you every so often to make sure you’re making progress.” “And if you need any extra motivation to keep at it,” Lara added, “we’ll be happy to provide it.” Stacey smacked his ass hard. “Oowwwww ohoho, please no more, I’ll clean so fast!” Ted howled. “Ok then,” said Lara, “get to it.” She patted his bottom three times, not very firmly, but hard enough to make the boy wince in pain. He staggered into the kitchen to find some garbage bags and started picking up. Lara and Stacey retired to their bedrooms to get some studying done. They both had trouble concentrating, still very stimulated from the morning’s excitement.

I don't want to sound like Captain Obvious, but I think you may be in diapers for quite a while... 😁😁 Ok.... We need details!! You said you went there diapered. What brand of diaper? Was your diaper very wet when the doctor examined you? Did you bring a spare diaper, or did you have to wear the wet diaper home? (Hey, this IS the incontinence forum - You can't just tease us !!) 😁😂🤣😆 Did he recommend wearing a catheter for a while, until things heal more? Did he ask where you had the operation done? What did you tell him about your medical records?? So he couldn't tell the external sphincter was cut? ( It was cut, wasn't it? ) Sorry for the million questions.. But I'm pretty sure most of the folks following your journey have the same questions in mind... 😁

Hi Everybaby, and Momies and Daddies, It has been a year since I took down my old website and I have decided to get back active on the web with a blog and audio podcasts. The name of my blog is ABDL LIFESTYLE and I will be presenting information on gatherings, news about out little space as well as audio podcasts. I will be interviewing people in our community in hopes that this will inform all ABDLs that they are no longer alone. Check it out at: https://abdl-lifestyle.blogspot.com/ I also have a Youtube channel at: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoYkYX-PjZBxemUs0HcSGrA Stay Pampered SoCalAB

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Not the case, I look forward to your posts worrying when you go silent. Congratulations on 7 “successes” before mid-month. With continued commitment I’m convinced your wetting will progress to whatever level you desire. Enjoy the trip!!! 🙂

Yeah, that Select got me. It didn't eat the hem of my shirt this time, but somehow it became so saturated in one area - while still being mostly dry in others - that is precipitated a rivulet of fluid across the inside of my plastic pants. Plastic pants over a disposable can prevent wicking incidents, and, delay leaks somewhat, but, there is no absorbency in there, if you're wearing a plastic-backed disposable, so confining fluid between two sheets of plastic is a loser's game. Ergo, the Select won, and my jeans lost, on the outside edge of my thigh. Sigh. But watch, if I put another one on, it will transform itself into a reliable middle-weight daytime diaper and I'll sit in it and work away for 6 hours with no problems. It's like playing blackjack. I just need to burn through these and be done with them. After that Select betrayed me, I reached for a classic, a Rearz Incontrol Elite Hybrid, which is a Gen 1 super diaper from right after Rearz launched the Incontrol sub-brand. These harken back to when a large diaper was a large diaper - today, Rearz would call this an XL for sure. It fit me generously. The capacity claims back then were generally less hyperbolic, although still mostly unattainable, which makes me wonder why it is necessary, now, to say that any diaper can hold 11000 ml of fluid - as I've said many times before, that's over 24 lbs of fluid, trapped in your underpants. Or, to use a Toronto-area unit of measure, two dead raccoons. When this diaper was built, they claimed "only" 5500 ml of capacity for it - that's still 12 lbs of liquid - but, you could maybe get within striking distance of that, without having to perform gymnastics in a bathtub. Don't get me wrong - you were not going to be going out ballroom dancing, and you probably shouldn't sit down on anything not easily wiped off - but at least you were in the ballpark of possibility. 11000 ml (as their new BeDry Night currently claims) is a moonshot of a promise. The diaper was very comfortable, and lasted 15 hours on me, on a day when I didn't need to go anywhere except out with the dog, under the cover of darkness, in a long jacket. Fair thee well, Elite Hybrid, you were a pal of a diaper. Now, I want to try the BeDry Elitecare, which looks like the spiritual successor to the Elite Hybrid. I just have to make room on my shelf for another case, amidst my 6 months or so of supply, so that my wife doesn't notice it...

A likely part is because it removes all the shame of having this fetish. If you're forced it's not you who decided to do something crazy and thus there can be no blame and shame on you. It's liberating. A second part is that you are then free to enjoy the moment, rather than having to worry or feel responsible over your choices. You no longer have to expend thought and energy over how exactly to work this thing into your life, because it is no longer up to you. Another form of liberation, which you can also recognize in people who like being submissive. A third part is that it instantly creates a person who knows and approves of your predicament, for whatever reason, and thus is voluntarily part of the fetish. Instant connection and approval.

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I am using a 18fr cath tonight to hopefully stretch me out a little bit. The blockage has been really uncomfortable lately. And hopefully the antibiotics will help reduce some swelling.

As someone who is trying like hell to break the rust off and get back in the game, this is super-useful information. I have a rep for high-quality material, but that rep is mostly from material I produced a decade ago or longer, and it competes with a rep I've gained lately of being unable to finish what I started, which is primarily because I hold myself to such a high standard that I can't just relax and have a chapter where I advance the plot without a bunch of fireworks. Either way, it's good that someone went through the trouble of figuring out how best to monetize, because back when I was churning out 5K or more per day (especially if my muse caught fire), it was all for free. I made zilch off any of it. And the gods know damn well I could have used it at that point in my life.

Have you figured out what you're going to say if the urologist asked how this happened? I assume when he scopes you, he'll see that some kind of recent operation took place.

Chapter 7 This was the dichotomy of a sub. On the one hand I was being ‘used’ (although I was admittedly being well paid for it): my nappy was full of shit and piss, Simon had me sat on his lap with his finger on my clit. On the other, though (and still bearing in mind I was being paid) I felt loved and protected. Now, I’m not an idiot - I’m well aware that this was a commercial transaction and that we’d go back to our own lives as soon as it had run its course - but in the moment it felt good, it felt real. One of the perks of the job, so to speak. Simon’s hands squeezed my waist, picking me up and standing me on the floor. “I want you to do a baby-dance now Louise. I want you to dance for Daddy, shaking your nappy and telling me how much you love being my baby. Remember - you’re nothing but an incontinent, helpless baby and I want to see you humiliate yourself”. I turned round to him, still sucking on the teat of my dummy, and started to dance. I figured that moving my sex and ass were the key to success here, getting my filthy nappy moving rhythmically. “I love you Daddy” “I’ve messed my nappy Daddy, I’ve done poopoo and peepee in my nappy” I rubbed the front of my nappy. It seemed huge now it was so swollen, and the feel of the soft, wet poop against my cunt was a new experience. Simon reach over and, with his left hand pulling back on my tummy, pushed my nappy right between my buttocks with his right hand, almost lifting me off the ground. My bowels were still a bit volatile and another loud, wet fart escaped me. “Dirty baby” he said as he undid his flies and pulled his cock out. “I want you to suck on Daddy’s special pacifier, baby”. Spitting my dummy out, I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth, sucking and exploring it with my tongue. He didn’t take long to come. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and let him cum on my face. All was silent for a few moments. “Do you want to come now, Baby?” “Yes Daddy” “Come over to the bed then” He led me over holding my hand and then lifted me onto the bed. He lay down next to me and put his arm under my neck, resting my head on his chest. His free hand played with my tits, gently pinching my nipples. “Go ahead Baby, masturbate for Daddy”. My hand reached into my nappy, I felt for my clit and started to frig myself, rubbing myself through the soft poop that covered everything. People always assume that we don’t get any sexual pleasure from our encounters but that wasn’t my experience. A lot of my punters wanted me to come and, although many just ‘get off’ on watching me masturbate there were certainly some who seemed keen to ‘share the pleasure’. It didn’t take me any longer than it took Simon. Sated, I fell back into his arms.

Chapter 48: Weeks rolled by after the whirlwind of Christmas and New Year's festivities. The days settled into a routine that mirrored the rhythm of a nursery rhyme, with predictable yet comforting cadence. My world, once again, revolved around the colorful chaos of Mrs. Henderson's daycare, where playtime and toddlerhood melded seamlessly. Mommy, quickly set up and allowed me to settle into a new routine. Each morning, she would walk me to daycare, the familiar click-clack of her heels on the pavement echoing the routine that had become our daily ritual. Me laying in the pram, still groggy from the previous night’s slumber as she would wheel the pram the few blocks through the neighborhood from our house to Mrs. Hendersons. The pram had transformed into a multifunctional nursery on wheels. Its presence became an integral part of my daycare experience, serving as a makeshift crib for naps and a convenient storage space for spare clothes, snacks, and other necessities. Mrs. Henderson, recognizing its practicality, gladly accepted to keep it at the daycare during the day. As we arrived at Mrs. Henderson's doorstep each morning, the pram would be handed over with the same care as a trusted family member. Its role in my daily routine expanded, much like the familiarity and routine that characterized life in the daycare. Mrs. Henderson, with her apron adorned with playful characters, greeted us warmly, ushering us into the lively haven of toys and toddlerhood. The vibrant play area, with its kaleidoscope of colors, enticed me to explore and engage with the lively atmosphere. Playtime, guided by Mrs. Henderson and occasionally enlivened by Mrs. Simmons, flowed with the energy of young laughter and the gentle hum of daycare life. Feeding time brought a daily challenge, one that Mrs. Henderson met with creativity and care. The absence of a highchair large enough for my adult frame prompted an improvisation—as she would settle me on her knee, a baby bottle in hand, as she balanced spoonfuls of pureed baby food. Diaper changes, with their routine mat, wipes, and baby talk, became a familiar part of the daycare routine. Mrs. Henderson's experienced hands moved with a grace and efficiency. The pram, a constant presence, transformed the daycare experience. When the sun reached its zenith, and the demands of the day took their toll, Mrs. Henderson would guide me to a cozy corner where my carriage would await. The pram, repurposed as a makeshift crib, became a haven for afternoon naps, transporting me into a world of dreams amidst the rhythmic breathing of other toddlers. The daycare days took on a rhythmic pattern, and one of the anticipated highlights was the daily outing for walks. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons, with their nurturing spirits, orchestrated these excursions, turning the mundane into mini-adventures for the toddlers under their care. The routine started with the assembly of the toddler troop. The twin strollers, sleek and practical, awaited their occupants with the promise of fresh air and exploration. The other toddlers, their faces beaming with anticipation, would be comfortably nestled into the strollers, their chubby fingers clutching at toys or the edges of the seats. And then there was me, as the other toddlers settled into the strollers, I was gently tucked into my pram. Mrs. Henderson would expertly fasten the safety straps, ensuring that I was snug and secure. The pram became my mobile nursery, wheels ready to traverse the neighborhood while providing the necessary support for my infantile regression. The daycare troop, a colorful procession of strollers and prams, rolled out of Mrs. Henderson's doorstep. The rhythmic hum of wheels on pavement accompanied the lively chatter of toddlers, their excitement palpable in the air. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons, with their attentive eyes, orchestrated the journey, pointing out birds, trees, and other wonders of the neighborhood. The twin strollers, side by side, held the toddlers who babbled and giggled as they took in the sights. My pram, slightly behind, served as a reminder of the unique dynamic within the group. Strapped down and secure, I observed the world from the perspective of a contented infant. The toddlers in the strollers would reach out to touch anything within their grasp, point at passing cars, and exchange animated observations. In my pram, I reveled in the gentle sway of the journey, absorbing the sensory experiences of the outdoors with wide, innocent eyes. As the weeks unfolded at Mrs. Henderson's daycare, a subtle transformation occurred within the minds of the parents of the other toddler. Initially, the presence of an adult sized baby among their little ones might have seemed peculiar, perhaps even raising eyebrows and prompting curiosity. However, the routine of daycare life and the shared experiences of the toddlers began to weave a tapestry of acceptance. Mrs. Henderson and Mrs. Simmons, with their nurturing guidance, created an environment where the age gap became inconsequential, and the shared experiences of toddlerhood took precedence. Gradually, the parents of the other toddler began to see beyond the initial novelty. They observed the interactions, the shared joy during playtime, and the genuine care Mrs. Henderson extended to each child, regardless of age. My pram, initially an outlier, became a familiar presence—a unique symbol of daycare life that blended seamlessly into the colorful array of strollers. The other parents, over time, started to view me as just another baby in the nursery. The coos and giggles, the messy diapers, and the shared naptimes all contributed to a normalization of the extraordinary. As the sun would dip below the horizon, signaling the end of another daycare day, Mommy would arrive, her warm smile reflecting the familiarity of our shared routine. Mrs. Henderson, with her nurturing presence, would recount the day's adventures—playtime, meals, diaper changes, and, of course, the unexpected surprises that had become synonymous with my presence in the nursery. The pram, a silent witness to the ebb and flow of daycare life, would be handed back to Mommy. Its wheels, now well-worn from the daily journey, would roll across the familiar path that led us home. The click-clack of heels, the rhythmic hum of the pram wheels, and the soft whispers of baby talk—all blending into the lullaby that accompanied our journey. And so, the days melted into weeks, creating a mosaic of memories within the walls of Mrs. Henderson's daycare. As the weeks passed at Mrs. Henderson's daycare, a subtle undercurrent began to weave its way into my toddler-like emotions—a burgeoning and distinctly childish crush on the stunning Mrs. Simmons. Mrs. Simmons, with her vibrant smile and engaging warmth, became a focal point in my daily adventures. My childish heart fluttered with a sense of excitement whenever Mrs. Simmons joined the playpen, her laughter and playful banter creating a symphony of joy. However, amidst my toddler daydreams, it was evident that Mrs. Simmons saw me through the lens of pure innocence, nothing more than an overgrown infant among the nursery children. Her interactions were characterized by a delightful mix of baby talk, playful teasing, and genuine affection. Whether she was guiding me through playtime, feeding me during meals, or orchestrating the diaper changes, Mrs. Simmons approached each task with a maternal grace that transcended any romantic notions. In her eyes, I was just another toddler under her care—someone to nurture, guide, and cherish. The affectionate pats on the back, the encouraging smiles, and the tender care during diaper changes were all gestures rooted in the understanding that, despite my adult status, I existed within the realms of toddlerhood. In the vibrant world of Mrs. Henderson's daycare, Mrs. Simmons played a central role in the daily adventures that unfolded. With each interaction, my childish crush on her subtly deepened, despite the clear and caring boundaries that separated our roles. During feeding times, Mrs. Simmons would playfully orchestrate the mealtime routine, turning spoonfuls into a delightful choo-choo train game. The exchange of glances between us felt like a shared secret, heightening the intimacy of the moment. Diaper changes became a delicate ballet of tenderness. Mrs. Simmons' skilled hands moved with efficiency, filling the nursery room with the comforting scent of baby powder. Her affectionate baby talk added an extra layer of warmth, creating a unique bond that lingered even after the task was complete. Naptime, bathed in the soft glow of afternoon sunlight, offered moments of quiet reflection. Mrs. Simmons, with her nurturing demeanor, guided me to my cozy pram where dreams took flight. In this tranquil space, my crush on her transformed into a gentle bloom, infusing my dreams with innocent sweetness. While my toddler heart may have harbored a crush, Mrs. Simmons remained steadfast in her role as a caretaker. The dynamics of our interactions never strayed from the innocent and nurturing boundaries set by the daycare environment. As I wiggled in my pram during walks or babbled incoherently in the playpen, Mrs. Simmons continued to see me as a cherished part of the daycare family—a sentiment reciprocated by the other toddlers and Mrs. Henderson. Lying in my crib, surrounded by the gentle hum of the nursery and the soft glow of the nightlight, I found myself lost in contemplation. Another day's activities at Mrs. Henderson's daycare had come to an end, and the thoughts that danced in my mind took on a more introspective tone. The realization struck me like a gentle wave – in this current infantile state, no woman, especially someone like Mrs. Simmons, would ever look at me with the potential for romantic interest. Instead, I existed in their eyes as a helpless infant, a role I had willingly embraced but one that carried its own set of emotional nuances. Mrs. Simmons, with her stunning presence and maternal grace, had become a focal point in my daily nursery life. The gentle banter, shared glances, and the warmth of her caregiving were all integral parts of our dynamic. However, the boundaries were clear – I was the baby, and she, the caring adult. The crush I harbored was a whimsical fantasy, a projection of emotions onto a canvas that could never reciprocate in the way my heart desired. As I stared up at the mobile hanging above my crib, its colorful shapes gently swaying, I allowed myself to feel the weight of my infantile reality. The truth resonated through the nursery – my regression had transformed me into a dependent being, reliant on the care and guidance of those around me. A twinge of melancholy settled in my chest as I acknowledged the impossibility of romantic connection in my present form. The yearning for affection, though genuine, existed within the confines of a nursery, where cribs replaced beds and diapers took precedence over adult attire. My fingers instinctively wandered down to the front of my fuzzy footed-sleeper, seeking a connection to a part of me that felt distant within the layers of padding. The realization hit me with a poignant clarity—this once-familiar act of self-exploration, a gesture that held notions of self-identity and maturity, was now met with a palpable reminder of my regression. Beneath the plush layers of my nighttime diaper, I felt the unmistakable bulkiness that separated me from the essence of my manhood. The thickness of the diaper served as a tangible boundary, a reminder that any touch in this region was now associated solely with the caretaking rituals of the nursery. A sigh escaped my lips, laden with a sense of resignation. The warmth and security provided by the padded confines of the diaper were undeniable, but they came at the cost of an intimate connection with my own body. The possibility of any woman, Mrs. Simmons included, showing interest in my crotch now carried a distinct context—one of changing diapers and ensuring the well-being of the nursery baby. The irony of my situation struck me, amplifying the dichotomy between the infantile comfort I found in my diapered state and the recognition that the very garment symbolized a relinquishment of certain adult experiences. As my fingers traced the padded contours, I grappled with the realization that the days of intimate connections beyond the realm of caretaking were indefinitely suspended. With a wistful glance at the nursery's dimly lit surroundings, I acknowledged the boundaries drawn by my current state. The allure of romantic gestures, of shared intimacies, had given way to a different narrative—one where the touch of a woman was intricately woven into the fabric of diaper changes and nursery care. Closing my eyes, I let out another sigh, accepting the unique blend of comfort and limitation that defined my nursery existence. The gentle lullabies continued to play, casting a soothing backdrop to my contemplation. In the hushed nursery atmosphere, I settled into the crib, acknowledging that the path I had chosen led to a destination where the nuances of adult connection had been traded for the simplicity of caretaking rituals.

Must be a very interesting home environment for sure

Chapter Six "What do you two think you are doing?" Ms. Lady's voice was sharp and loud, like the sound of breaking glass. Her timing was the opposite of impeccable: only seconds after Ai twitched and spasmed, splattering the inside of her diaper with cum. Her timing was sinful. "Oh, Ms. Lady!" Rin said through labored breaths, struggling to her feet. "I was just, uh... this new student here—" Like the crack of thunder, the ruler came down on the side of Rin's thigh. Ai squinted up at the bleary lights, at the fresh air... she was dizzy and in disbelief. "Both of you, to the principal's office. Now." "Y-yes ma'am..." Rin reached down and helped Ai off the ground. Ai tried to pull away, but she was weak and malleable after her first orgasm. Before she could defend herself to her teacher or her classmates, Rin had dragged her haphazardly into the hall and Ai almost fell down. The diapers between her legs felt thicker than ever, and her mind was fuzzy with conflict. When Ai finally came to, she was sitting in a wooden chair in a long hallway. The door in front of her said "Principal's Office", and Rin was in the chair beside her. When Rin looked over, Ai quickly dropped her gaze. She didn't know what to say... what to do! Ai had no experience with something like this, and her face was burning with embarrassment. "I can't believe you got me in trouble..." Rin's voice was different to the cocky bully in the classroom; she sounded a little pouty, actually. Maybe without an audience, she didn't have any reason to keep up the persona. Or maybe she was genuinely worried about getting in trouble. "You got you in trouble," Ai muttered, trying to argue with Rin in a way that wasn't technically a lie. Everything they had done together, Ai had liked. She hated that she liked it. "Ah, so you're playing it that way," Rin sighed, rolling her eyes. "Well, that isn't what I'll be telling the principal." Ai was so angry, but she didn't have the energy for it. Her body and mind were spent, and Rin was still trying to make it worse for her. But before anything could get worse, the door opened and a head poked out. "The principal will see you girls now." The principal's office was mostly wood decor. The walls were a polished wood, and the large desk was wood as well. It had windows, with soft light streaming through them. Ai wondered where her exit was, and how she would get there. She had to get her compass back. But for now, the principal demanded her attention. He was taller than Ai, but most people were. He was also older, but not by much. Above everything else, he was attractive. "What has gotten into the two of you?" he said with disappointment dripping in his tone. Both Ai and Rin shrunk a little, standing in front of the desk. "She started it," Rin pouted. "I was trying to help her learn her manners, and—" "You're in here once a week," he said to Rin. "It feels like you can't stay out of trouble. But this is the first time I've seen you, Miss..." "Uh... me?" Ai was too distracted by everything that happened to remember why she was here in the first place. "I'm Ai Sinclair, sir. And I'm not from here. I'm trying to get to a different bubble." "Blah blah blah," Rin mocked. "Just another lie to get out of trouble." "I'm not lying," Ai said firmly, but her cheeks were still pink. "Look, she's blushing," Rin teased. Even in front of the principal, it didn't seem like she could behave. "She's loving all this attention. She wants this to happen." "I do not!" Ai said a little louder, and her cheeks took on a bit more color. "You can't assume that stuff just because my face is red! If you'd just... listen..." Something was wrong. Suddenly, everything around Ai was muted and grey, like looking through foggy glass. The room was a little darker, and the expression on Rin's face was frozen mid eye-roll. The principal behind the desk was also frozen, looking a little annoyed. But Ai wasn't frozen, and she was still the same colors as before. "Um... hello...?" Neither of them answered. Ai got a little panicked. "Rin? Hey, Rin?" Ai took a step toward Rin, reached out, and touched her. Suddenly, Rin's colors returned and she took stock of the grey room. "Oh, hey," Rin said, noticing Ai. "Should I be less mean? I feel like I'm being too mean." "I... what? What are you..." Ai shook her head, trying to shake away the nonsense of the situation. If she could just think for a moment... "I can come clean with the principal if you want," Rin suggested. "I'll get in trouble, but that's kind of the point, right?" The confusion on Ai's face must have been evident, because Rin started to become confused too. "You safe-worded, right?" Rin asked. "I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Ai sighed, angry and exhausted. "Woah, hey! No playing in Safe Space. You have to be real." Now Rin seemed annoyed. But as she watched Ai's frustration build, as tears filled her eyes, Rin hesitated. Her annoyance dripped away. "Hey... you know what's going on, right?" Rin asked. "I mean, no games. No pretend. You opened this Safe Space, right?" "I don't know what that means," Ai said again, just as angry and exhausted as the first time. But this time, she sounded a lot more defeated. "Oooh boy. Oh boy oh boy. Shit. I'm so sorry, I should have checked! I just, we don't usually have people who don't understand how things work here. I am so sorry." This wasn't the same Rin. Well, she was the same Rin, but her attitude and demeanor couldn't have been more different. This was a concerned young woman who was realizing that she'd just pushed the limits of someone who didn't know the rules of the game, and she felt awful. But more importantly, this was a person who wanted to make sure that Ai understood everything, and that was Ai's favorite kind of person. "Are you okay? I was really rough with you in there, and if you didn't know that you could safe word that's hugely negligent of me." "I'm... fine? I guess? What are you talking about? What safe word?" Ai's frustration was beginning to wane, though her confusion was not. At least it felt like someone was finally listening to her. "You said 'red', remember?" Rin asked. Had she? Ai tried to go through her own dialogue, but she couldn't be sure. "When you say 'red', it sets up the Safe Space," Rin explained. "You can take any time you need, and anyone you touch enters the Safe Space with you. That way, you can talk about what you need, or what you want to go differently, or whatever. And it doesn't ruin the scene." "This is... a game...?" Ai asked, starting to puzzle it out. "You're all playing a... a weird... dress-up diaper game?" "Uh, yeah..." Rin blushed a little and twirled the ends of her hair. "For some people, it's just a way to play and relax. For others, it's kind of like a kink? Sexy, you know?" "I don't know," Ai said bluntly. "Why would I know this!" "Well, you were put in the brat classroom!" Rin said in her defense. "I just thought... I mean, you were really convincing..." "Convincing that I didn't want to be treated like that?" Ai asked rhetorically. "Yeah, because I didn't want to be treated like that!" "Look, I'm so sorry! It's not usually my job to check stuff like that; we have staff. But when you didn't safe word, I should have known. I'm... I'm not trying to shirk my responsibility here. I'm just trying to explain." Ai hesitated. She wanted to hate Rin, but she seemed so sincere. And in retrospect, looking back, it all seemed so made up. Like a play. Of course it was a play... but Ai had never been to a bubble like this one before... "Okay... I believe you," Ai finally said, crossing her arms. She looked down at her own outfit, then up at Rin's. They were both still in their diapers, and Rin's was full. Thankfully, the time-stop seemed to prevent the smell from getting through. An important stipulation, surely. "I can talk with the others and let them know that you weren't informed, and they won't ever mention that scene again. It will be like it never happened. I'm really upset that nobody told you. I was having a great time, and I thought you were too, and now… well, I just feel so guilty. And like, I'm not blaming you for that! I just wish whoever dropped the ball… well, hadn't." "No, um... it's... a misunderstanding, I guess..." Probably the biggest misunderstanding of Ai's life, but sometimes that came with the territory of bubble hopping. Now that everything was starting to make more sense, Ai felt a little twinge of embarrassment. "It wasn't so bad," Ai admitted shyly. "I don't know why I acted like that... and I don't even know why I'm bringing this up." "Safe Space does that," Rin explained. "It tries to coax the truth out of you, so you can express yourself. And since you opened this Safe Space, I'm actually more inclined to listen and believe you. Which... is maybe why I didn't listen before..." Rin paused a moment, lost in thought, then continued her explanation. "As for your feelings when we... uh... ya know... don't be too embarrassed about that. A lot of feelings are amplified at Ageplay Academy, like how it feels when you wet a diaper. Or if someone touches you in one. It's like turning up all your feelings to eleven. Even the teachers and caregivers feel it, but it's different for them." "Right... so even if I don't like any of this stuff, the rules of this bubble make me like it?" "Well, no, it should just amplify it..." Rin paused for a moment. To her knowledge, a Big didn't feel the same things a Little did. Rin herself had experimented with different roles, but nothing ever felt as good as bratting. "Well, maybe something went wrong," Rin shrugged. "You came into this bubble in a diaper already, right? It could have messed with things." "Yeah, that makes sense..." But if Ai thought too hard about it, she would find that it didn't really make sense at all. Something else was pulling her strings. "We should explain all this to the principal," Rin urged. "Just touch him and it'll draw him into the Safe Space. And when you are ready to close it, when you feel safe, just say 'green'." Ai nodded. She still had a lot of explaining to do.

Chapter Five Ai Sinclair had no memory of wearing a diaper. She had no memory of wetting one. She probably had, because that was what babyhood was like. But unlike most kids she met in her travels, Ai didn't have parents. She never had a babyhood, as far as she could remember. If she thought hard about it, her imagination could fill in the gaps: the tension of a blanket swaddling her shoulders, or the sight of looking up at someone as they wiped her skin clean. But Ai had lived for a long time in her bubble, and she'd never known anything about aging until she'd left. That was the thing about bubbles. They're just... different. But nothing was quite so different as the feeling of soaking her diaper. The heat on her skin. The sodden padding, growing thicker and thicker. The uncontrollable bliss... the blissful lack of control. And it seemed to go on forever. It didn't stop. Never in her entire life had she peed for so long, and never with anybody watching her. Ai's humiliation got the better of her, and she closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the teacher or her classmates. She wanted to pretend they didn't exist; out of sight, out of mind. But with another one of her senses stripped away, others lit up like fireworks. The tingling between her legs. The warmth on her cheeks. The sharp inhales and exhales as Ai lost control of her breathing. Her fingers trembled in the mittens. Her stomach fluttered with excitement. And it just... didn't... stop... Soon, the diaper between her legs was heavy and warm and pleasant. Her mind was swirling with a thousand feelings, but not a single thought. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she opened her glossy eyes. Everyone was still there; they didn't disappear. They were still watching her, and Ai had never been so embarrassed. "Well, it seems someone had a little accident," Ms. Lady teased. Her voice felt like daggers, slicing up Ai's pride into ribbons. Ai wanted to argue that it wasn't her fault, that Ms. Lady wouldn't let her use the restroom, but her words were frozen in her throat. Her brain wasn't sending the right signals anymore. All she felt was... good. So, so good. Ms. Lady went back to teaching the class, and Ai sunk lower into her seat. The diaper was so squishy beneath her, and Ai made the mistake of squeezing her legs together. The plastic crinkled and a shiver zipped up her spine. Involuntarily, she did it again. And again. And again. Ai hung her head in shame, and in an effort to mask her shallow breathing. To hide her pink cheeks. To steer her focus away from Ms. Lady and the classroom and toward the willpower to stop what she was doing. But there wasn't enough willpower in all of Ai's mind or body. For the next ten minutes, she squirmed and crinkled and flooded herself with undeniable pleasure. At the same time, and somewhat paradoxically, the students seemed both entranced with Ai and entirely dismissive of her. No one was watching her, but any time she looked away, she could feel the attention of her classmates. She could almost hear the things they were thinking about her. How Ai was just one step away from Henry's fate: a mushy-bottomed toe sucker. Ai's breathing was still shallow, and every now and again little gasps would escape her lips. How she longed to cover her mouth with her hand. "That's all for today, class," Ms. Lady finally said, shaking Ai from her introspection. The ropes around her wrists unfurled, as they did with everyone else in the classroom. "Tomorrow's class is about etiquette, and I expect you all to be dressed appropriately," Ms, Lady said, sharply pointing her words at Ai. Unbound at the ankles and the wrists, Ai could get up. But getting up was a little dizzying. She was still adapting to all the sensations of her wet diaper, and even lifting her bottom up off the chair caused so many new ones. The tug on her hips, as the heavy padding sagged between her legs. The squishiness in all new places. Finally, Ai gave up and sat back down, resting her head on her mittened hands. "Hey there new girl." Ai lifted her head just enough to see Rin standing over her desk. She was leaning on one foot, twirling her hair with her finger. She smiled sweetly. Sickly so. "Seems like you really had a good time in class," she teased. "Shut up," Ai muttered, putting her head back down. Every muscle in her body felt tense and weak at the same time. "You must really love your diapers, hm? Pissing yourself like that in front of everyone, then moaning like a little slut?" Ai raised her head and glared at Rin. She knew a slut wasn't exactly a bad thing to be, but Ai didn't have much experience. Sex wasn't a thing in her original bubble, but Ai knew enough to be offended by Rin's implication. "What's your problem?" Ai said sharply. "I didn't do anything to you." "My problem? I don't have a problem. Do you?" Rin asked rhetorically. "It seems like you had a really good time, that's all. Did you like it when I stared at you like that? When I watched your widdle assident?" The last two words from Rin's mouth were twisted into baby talk, and Ai was struggling to keep up with her logic. Her head was swimming. Or drowning. She couldn't even tell. She tried to get a word in between Rin's, but the other girl just kept talking. It was like one unbroken sentence, moving from topic to topic, and Ai couldn't find a spot to interrupt. It was kind of hypnotic. "It makes sense that a pervert like you would be obsessed with me though; I'm kind of a big deal around here. You're lucky that I'm even talking to a little diaper dork like you." The fact that Rin was in a diaper too didn't seem to matter. "And not only are you a pervy little dork, but you're rude too! You haven't even thanked me for my attention." "I'm not thanking you for anything," Ai said fiercely. She knew different bubbles had different rules, but she always stood up for herself when she thought she was being treated unfairly. Communication was important, after all. "Aww, you think you're such a big girl," Rin cooed. "But this behavior of yours isn't very mature at all. It's rather childish, actually." "Because acting like a bully is so grown up?" Ai shot back. Then a low chorus of "ooo"s flooded the room. Ai looked around to find the rest of the class watching from the sidelines. Somehow, their argument had become a spectacle. "Oh, oh, you think I'm a bully?" Rin crossed her arms, and looked over her shoulders to the left and to the right, at the gathered crowd. "You hear that, y'all? This baby slut diaper dork thinks that I'm a bully. It sure sounds like she's never known what it means to be bullied before, doesn't it?" Her attention shifted back to Ai and she smirked confidently. "Maybe I should show you what bullying looks like?" Ai felt a pang of anxiety. Most of the people in her travels were rather kind; there was no history of abuse or violence or neglect. Every now and again Ai's ethics and morals didn't quite line up with the worlds she visited, but almost all of them were respectful of their differences. Once or twice, in extreme cases, she was asked to leave. But what happened at the King's Kingdom and what was happening now seemed so disproportionately violating. "Whatever," Ai sighed, trying to tone down her frustration. She got to her feet with every intention of walking out of the classroom, but the weight on her hips was startling. The diaper sagged halfway down her thighs, and she almost lost her balance. Her agitation was whisked away, replaced with embarrassment and fervor. Ai blushed deeper than before. "Oh? Whatever? Did you mean, whatever you say, Miss Rin. I'm a little diaper brat who needs to be put in her place? Is that what you meant?" Rin stepped directly in Ai's way and gave her a shove. Ai held onto one of the desks and managed to stay standing, but the heavy padding between her legs caused her to lose her footing. With another shove, Rin pushed Ai backward, away from the door and toward the crowd of students. They dispersed, giving space for Rin and Ai to have their tussle. "Oh my gosh, what is your problem!" Ai said angrily, losing her composure. Every step in her soaking wet diaper was a rush of new sensations, each one stealing more and more of Ai's breath. So when Rin stepped toward her again, Ai panicked and shoved her right back. Ai had been in fights before, but none were so inelegant. They were demonstrations, like a show of strength. Or they were customary, like a call and response. Sometimes fights were acceptable, sometimes they were necessary, and sometimes they were lauded. But this was none of those. This was a total mess. Rin didn't strike or attack Ai; she tugged on her clothes and pulled her hair. Ai, realizing very quickly how immobile she was in such a thick diaper, mirrored Rin. In the end, Ai was knocked onto the floor, landing on her padded behind with a squish and a shiver. She was out of breath and her body tingled in an unbelievably pleasant way. Her face was red with embarrassment. Rin stood over Ai with her hands on her hips and a wicked smile on her face. Rin stepped forward twice, so that each of her feet was on either side of Ai's hips. From that position of power, she descended and sat her ass upon Ai's stomach, pinning her in place. She grabbed Ai's wrists, one in each hand, and held those down too. "Pinned on the ground by a girl in a diaper? You're so pathetic." Ai was awash with conflict. On one hand, everything Rin said sounded like something on a radio drama. That's where she learned about bullies to begin with, since she had never gone to a proper school. It was so stupid, it was almost laughable. But on the other hand, Ai's body was flooded with gooey emotions and her soggy diaper begged to be squished and rubbed. And a girl was on top of her? For the first time in a very long time, Ai wanted to kiss somebody. "Y-you're... um... lemme..." Ai's conflict was a terribly slow tug of war. It was humiliating, and the entire class was looking down on her. Literally and figuratively. "Tsk tsk... you really should learn your manners," Rin teased. "If you'd just thank me for all this attention..." Ai shook her head; it was all her determination would allow. Rin sighed, clucking her tongue in that universally chastising way, that way that everyone understood. "Well, lucky for you, I'm really good at teaching little brats how to be polite and grateful." She kept Ai pinned to the ground and looked up at the gawking students. "Aren't I?" Rin asked. There were a few quiet mumbles, all of which sounded affirmative, and some nods of the head. But there were a lot of blushing cheeks. Before Ai could come up with a solution, Rin pulled Ai's wrists down to her sides and spun around on her tummy. With her knees on either side of Ai, she pinned her arms in place and arched her back. Rin's diaper was on full display, only inches from Ai's face. It was thick and swollen, forcing Rin's legs apart. Ai could see the faint line halfway up her backside, where the pure white padding changed to a muted yellow. "Goodness, what a cute little print," Rin teased, lifting Ai's dress. "Everybody, come look at the new kid's diaper! It's like it was made for a baby!" Then Rin pressed her hand to Ai's diaper, causing her to shiver involuntarily beneath the bully. The rush of pleasure was intense, but it quickly capsized to violent waves of humiliation. "Oh my gosh, did you all see that?" Rin mocked. "She's like a little toy, look! I push the button~" Rin pressed her hand expertly against Ai's diaper and grinned, pressing fingers into the padding like a skilled artist crafting from clay. Then she flattened her palm, forcing the sodden, swollen padding up against Ai's intimates. Ai shivered, and let out the cutest little noises. "And she moves and makes sounds!" Rin went on. "Maybe that's why you don't have any manners, diaper dork; maybe you're just a toy who doesn't have that function. Maybe you're just for playing with? Is that right?" "Lemme... up..." Ai tried to throw Rin off of her, with no success. It felt insurmountable, like moving a mountain. "No, no," Rin tsked. "Toys don't give orders. Toys get played with. You don't think you still have any power, do you?" She squeezed Ai's diaper again and Ai whined a needy whine. "You know, if you'd just used your manners, I might have even mistaken you for a sweet little girl. But you're not, are you? You're a naughty little toy." Each of Rin's ministrations had been precise, planned, and theatrical. What Rin did next was much more chaotic: she began to knead at Ai's diaper like a cat kneading a blanket, like the padding was dough. And as she kneaded, she began to rock on her knees, shifting her diaper closer and closer to Ai's face. Ai couldn't focus on any one thing. The pleasure from the soggy diaper. The words Rin used to humiliate her. The sight of everyone looking down on her. The gentle press of plastic against her nose, as Rin sat back onto her face. She knew she had gotten into this mess herself, but the way out was shrouded in smoke and mirrors. "You're the most helpless little diaper dork I've ever met," Rin jeered. She seemed to be having the time of her life. "Even a brat in a diaper like me can top you. Could this be any more humiliating for you?" Ai thought, with resounding certainty: no. Rin thought, with resounding certainty: yes. "You're clearly at the bottom of the social ladder. You're clearly helpless. You're clearly just a toy to be played with. So I should treat you exactly the way that I'd treat any of my other stuffies. Any of my other toys." There were some gasps from the people that had gathered; some knowing sounds and mumbles. "I can't believe you're going to let me do this to you, diaper dork. But you're such a pervert that you're probably getting off on it." Rin leaned forward and her diaper pressed ever-closer to Ai's face. Ai tried to turn her head, but the soft squish of Rin's diaper pressed into her cheek. It left an imprint in the padding, contouring around Ai's nose and chin. The faint smell of pee from inside Rin's diaper wafted around Ai's face. Ai was about to thrash again, to push Rin off, when the bully pressed on the front of her diaper and Ai moaned involuntarily into the bully's padding. Rin arched her back a bit more and the seat of her diaper began to swell. The padding was soft and mushy as it warped around Ai's face, covering her lips and her nose. Then the smell of pee mixed with something new and Ai realized: Rin was pooping her diaper while sitting on her face! Ai reeled and whimpered, kicking and twisting to throw Rin off, but Rin held her ground. Grunting and pushing, the diaper grew bigger and bigger. It was almost comical, the way her diaper ballooned out. It continued to swell until Ai's whole face pressed into it like a fluffy pillow. She could still breathe, but Ai almost wished she couldn't. "Wow. You just stayed down there the entire time," Rin teased. She sounded a little out of breath, and her cheeks sparkled with perspiration. "You must really enjoy this!" As Rin leaned back, she arched her back and raised her arms to stretch, using Ai's face as a seat for her mushy bottom. The crowd mumbled and gossiped and made declarations about the kind of girl Ai Sinclair truly was. Now she had a reputation, and it would only become cemented in the coming minutes. Rin leaned forward again. This time, when she began to rub Ai's diaper, it wasn't to tease or interrupt Ai's arguments; this time, it was with intent. "How pathetic," Rin's voice rung in Ai's ears. "It's one thing to be a little diaper dork, or a helpless toy to play with. But to let a girl fill her diaper on your face? To whimper and moan while you bury your face into my stinky diaper?" Ai hated Rin. And not because Rin was teasing her, but because Rin was right. Because ever since she'd wet her diaper, the feelings inside of Ai had been overwhelming. Lust and desperation she had never known. Sex itself was an uncomfortable urge at best, something Ai had gone her entire life without much interest in. And now, in a soaking wet diaper, with her face plunged into the seat of another girl's messy diaper, she was more turned on than ever. Even Rin's taunts weren't enough to quell her libido. For the first time in her known life, Ai really wanted to cum. She hoped her pride and self-control would be enough to triumph over her desire, but nothing had ever stopped nor could ever stop Ai Sinclair from getting what she wanted. Not even herself.

Chapter Two Suddenly, everything was different. The evening sky turned mid-afternoon. The snow vanished and the fluffy grass beneath poked up. The mountain wasn't so steep anymore, more like a hill, and all the mountains on the horizon were replaced with thick, autumn trees. But one thing stayed the same: Ai's momentum. The canvas sled skipped across the grass a few times before friction got the best of it, and Ai was thrown off. She landed on her hip and tumbled down the hill on her side, eventually sliding to a halt near the bottom. "Ow," Ai said to herself, struggling to sit up. She rubbed her shoulder, which broke some of her fall. Then she wiggled her fingers and toes, just to make sure everything was still working okay. Other than a few scratches and a lot of sore muscles, Ai was just fine. "Well, where am I now..." Ai said to herself, fumbling for her compass. It pointed back the way she had come, up the hill. She turned and looked at the forest in the opposite direction. Under the canopy, the grass was littered with fallen leaves, orange and yellow and brown. A gentle breeze would sometimes pick them up and scatter them around, like moving around paint on a canvas, trying to cover up every blade of grass. There was a crispness in the air that made Ai think about apples. She hadn't had an apple in a long time. Ai took her first step into the forest, because her compass told her not to and for no other reason. The forest was tranquil and lively at the same time, and Ai immediately took a liking to it. Unlike the last bubble she was in, this one had animals. Deer. Deer with antlers. Rabbits. Rabbits with antlers. She had never seen a rabbit with antlers before. She offered one an M&M, but it ran into the brush. With a shrug, Ai continued onward. As the day went on, the wind brought a gentle song to her ears. The leaves were swept around and set down once again, leaving a path of yellow and green grass. Without thinking too much about it, the path and the song led her to the edge of the wood. In front of her was a river of sparkling blue water, and on the other side, a large stone castle. Ai's admiration lasted only a second before it was swiftly interrupted by a rumble at her feet, and vines sprung up around her. They twisted themselves with impressive speed into a tight cage, trapping her inside. The melody on the air fell away, and was replaced with a woman's voice. "Trespasser!" it boomed, and a woman rose up out of the river in front of Ai. Her skin was blue and shimmery, almost translucent, and her clothes were barely clothes at all. They were made of water, with rushes of bubbles to cloud particular parts of her body. Another woman dropped down from the trees behind Ai. She had green skin, her clothes were made of leaves, and her hair was decorated in flowers. She also had antlers on her head, just like the animals in the wood. They both looked annoyed and curious at Ai Sinclair. "Who are you?" asked the woman who came from the trees, though it sounded more like she was demanding an answer than asking for one. "I'm Ai Sinclair," Ai said. "And I'm not trespassing. I'm walking through. "Walking through without permission is trespassing," said the woman in the water. Ai sighed to herself. She had been in bubbles like this before, with magical denizens. Ai used to have magic too, a long time ago, but she gave it up for other things. Exploration. Possibility. "Please, I'm just trying to get to the other side of your kingdom," Ai explained. "If you'd let me go—" "Let you go?" the woman in the water gasped. "You've broken the law. You have to be sentenced by the king!" "Yes, the king," the woman from the trees agreed, and suddenly the wooden cage began to shake. It tumbled forward into the river with Ai inside. "Hey! Watch it!" Ai shouted, trying to kick at the cage. But whatever magic the forest nymph used was strong. The water lurched and spun the cage, causing Ai to sink underwater, only to bob back up again for air. She clung the wooden bars of her cell for dear life as it drifted along with the river current. All the while, the two women laughed. It wasn't long before the cage arrived at a stone bridge. Water rose up underneath Ai and she fell roughly on the bridge, cage and all. She coughed up water and rolled onto her back, vines and sticks digging into her coat. "This is why I hate magic," she said more to herself than the two women. "It makes people so entitled." "Us? Entitled?" the woman in the water said. "You're the one trespassing!" the flower-dressed woman added, standing on the grassy bank. "Good point," Ai sighed, not wanting to fight with her captors. Maybe once she met this so-called king... "Oh, and what's this one?" The new voice was one of a young man in armor. He stood in the castle doors, looking down at the sopping wet girl. "Trespasser," both women said in unison. "Well, I'll take her to the king," the man said, staring curiously through the wooden bars. "Free her." Sure enough, the wood unraveled itself and left Ai in a puddle on the bridge. She struggled to get to her feet, completely waterlogged. But her freedom from captivity was short-lived, because the man in armor quickly forced her wrists into cuffs. Ai groaned. "You're new to the King's Kingdom, aren't you? Well, ignorance is no excuse when it comes to The King's Law." His tone was stern and serious. Then it softened. "Although The King is in a good mood today; this morning's harvest of honey was particularly to his liking. What is your name?" "Ai Sinclair," Ai said, without any deference in her voice. She'd been to enough "King's Kingdom"s in her travels to know the type. Arrogant, bossy men who liked to tell people what to do, thinking that what they wanted was always best. And often Ai was just another way to assert their dominance. "Well, Ice and Claire, that is an unusual name. But I'm not here to judge. I'm Rupert, and I'm Junior Squire to Lady Errata and a member of The King's Royal Guard. It's very nice to meet you, and I'm sure that once justice is dispensed you'll have a pleasant time here." Ai didn't believe in Rupert's prediction; lands like this one were always her least favorite, and she wasn't looking to stay long. But she knew to get what she wanted, she had to play the game. The castle was unsurprisingly empty. Though each world had a lot of space, they often only had a handful of people. There were exceptions, like the City in the Sky; Ai only stayed there for a day, but she guessed there were something like five hundred residents. Rupert led Ai through a large set of doors and into the throne room, where a tall man in fancy robes was sitting. Beside him, there were two chairs: one had a woman in it, who was nearly as tall as the man and dressed in equally-but-different fancy robes. The other chair was empty. "Your Majesty," Rupert said. "This is Ice and Claire. She was found trespassing in your wood." "Pardon me, Your Majesty," Ai said kindly, putting on a fake smile. "I am new to the kingdom, and I meant no disrespect." "Mm... and where were you going?" the king asked. His voice was oddly warm and deep, lulling even. Ai felt his words in her chest. "To another bubble," Ai answered honestly. Then, on the rare chance the king didn't know what she was talking about, she added: "A different land." "And what is wrong with my land?" the king asked. "Nothing, Your Majesty," Ai asserted. "But it isn't my home. I am trying to get home." "Mm... and have you a compass? You should have one, if you left home." "I do, Your Majesty. It's in my bag." The king snapped and Rupert unclipped Ai's backpack from her back. Ai let out a sigh of mild irritation, but she couldn't do anything but acquiesce. The king opened it up and sifted through, as if it was his own. "This bag is quite deep." The king sounded almost impressed. "It's enchanted, Your Majesty. A friend gave it to me, to help me on my journey." "Mm... yes, you have quite a lot of things in here." "For travel, Your Majesty." Ai was getting really tired of saying 'Your Majesty'. The woman on the king's side - perhaps Lady Errata - leaned in and whispered something to the king. The king nodded his head. "Well, you must be disciplined for trespassing," the king said, and that deep, velvety voice echoed in Ai's ears. "Um... yes, Your Majesty," Ai managed to say. As soon as she resolved whatever discipline he had in store, then she could leave. "I believe that twenty sets of ten ought to be sufficient; you're a first offender, after all." The king looked to the woman for her opinion, maybe her approval, which the woman gave with a small, understated nod. Ai didn't know what the king was talking about, but he said in a smooth voice: "Come here", and Ai did just that. With Rupert at her side, Ai approached the throne until she was an arm's length from the king. He reached out, took her by the handcuffed hand, and lifted her up onto his lap. At first, Ai was stunned. The man was at least a foot taller than her, but he picked her up without any effort at all. He didn't make any comment about how her wet clothes were soaking his robes. Then Ai was confused because the king was adjusting her over his knee, the way a child might adjust a doll. But when the grown man tugged down the seat of Ai's pants, flashing her wet underwear to the queen beside him, her confusion turned to deep embarrassment. A familiar sinking feeling filled Ai's stomach, but she didn't know why. "Hey! What are you doing?" "Administering justice, as is my duty as the king." The king acted swiftly, bringing his hand down in quick succession over Ai's wet behind. A wetness that certainly exacerbated the sting of his very large hands. "Now dear," the woman, Queen Errata smiled with faint amusement, "you must count, or they don't." "I... what... I'm..." The pain was nothing compared to the sheer shock. Ai's whole body tensed up in a panic, and her mind whirled with a thousand feelings she couldn't explain. Another spank on her bottom pulled her out of her shock, and another reminded her exactly how much it really hurt. And it really hurt! "One?" Ai asked, after the third hit. She should have started at three, but she didn't. Something in her head told her to start at one. "Good girl!" Queen Errata cooed. "And what comes next?" Another spanking came next. The pain radiated through Ai's bottom, up her spine, into her head. Her whole body was trembling. "T-two..." Ai tried to hold it together. Counting, ignoring the pain, ignoring the embarrassment. She'd never been spanked before - she didn't even know what spanking was! - but it filled her with such heavy feelings. "T-ten..." Ai finally stuttered, and the king stopped. Ai was quivering in his lap, the skin on her bottom red and angry. She was dizzy from the flood of emotions. "A little break then," the king said, gently rubbing Ai's bottom with his hand. "I... I'm sorry I... um... please... lemme up..." Ai begged the king, but his hand on her butt felt nice. Comforting. It made her heart warm. "Now now Miss Ice and Claire, there's no hurry. Your justice will be delivered swiftly and regally, as I, the king, see fit. Enjoy your reprieve, and no more squirming now, understand? There's a good subject." "I'm not a subject," Ai said sourly, kicking her feet and trying to get off the king's lap. There were limits to her willingness to follow the rules in someone else's land, and those limits had certainly been crossed. "I said no squirming," the king said sharply, and a heavy fog filled Ai's mind. She hesitated on her words and her body stilled. The king clearly had some kind of magic of his own, and Ai wasn't able to contend with it. "I think that's enough time," the king said, and loosed his palm onto Ai's bottom. She did her best to count, but the second set was so much worse than the first. Humiliation was waning away, and the sheer amount of pain in her body made her eyes fill with tears. By the time he got to ten, Ai was spent. She couldn't take another round. "Please... your majesty... I've learned my lesson, please..." "If you had learned your lesson, Miss Ice and Claire, you wouldn't be begging me to stop." "You'd be begging him to continue," Queen Errata offered smugly. Ai shook her head. She knew what kind of behavior the king wanted, and she had been determined to give it to him, but this was too much for her. Even as he rubbed the seat of her panties, Ai was so anxious about the next set that she couldn't stop crying. "One," Ai managed. Tears spilled down her cheeks. Each spank was so powerful, and she was in agony. Two, three, four. Five and six were slow and slurred. And after that, her wailing of numbers was indecipherable. Her brain had turned off entirely, and her base instincts kicked in: bawling like a little baby. "My king," the queen whispered, looking forlornly at the bawling woman in her husband's lap. "Perhaps let's wait for the rest." "Mm..." The king looked at Ai, then the eyes of his wife. He nodded. "What do you think of that, Ice and Claire?" the queen cooed. "We will postpone the rest of your discipline until you are ready. And until then, you'll be our honored guest." Ai quickly nodded her head. She was only catching every other word through the ringing in her ears, but Ai knew that the queen was offering to end the spankings. "But you must do what you are told," the queen said sternly. Her voice didn't have the same command as her husband's, but it was just as serious. "Any disobedience, and we will add more discipline. Do you understand?" Ai didn't hesitate. Her higher thoughts had shut down, and the concept of cause and effect was a wistful memory. Above all else, Ai needed the spankings to stop, and she would do anything to make that happen. "Yes, Your Majesty..." Ai fumbled, mispronouncing every syllable of those words. "Good girl," the queen said. "But from now on, you'll call me Mommy."

Academy II By Sophie & Pudding "At the end of the world, there will be neither clamor nor calamity, neither echo nor epoch. It will be mired in silence and sleep, in deliverance and death. At the end of the world, there will be both patience and purpose, both temperance and time. Only then will it be graced with eternity, and from eternity, a chance." -The Source, in valediction Chapter One Ai Sinclair packed her bag with clothes and trinkets. She had a snow globe from her friend Pyrah and a plastic recorder from her friend Tennessee. She picked up the pair of knitting needles and looked them over, from one end to the other. They were warm and stainless, and Ai wondered if they would stay that way for long. She threw her bag over one shoulder and carried the needles outside. Ai stepped out onto a long porch, a porch that connected to three other cabins. In front of her was a cobblestone path through a field of flowers, and in the distance, a small, humble town with only a dozen or so buildings. Beyond that, picturesque snow-topped mountains surrounded the town and the field of flowers and the cabins and the porch. From the porch where Ai stood, the view was perfect. A ways down the porch, in a cluster, was a set of four rocking chairs. Three of them were occupied by older women. If the day had been yesterday or the day before, Ai would sit down in the fourth chair. But today, Ai did not sit down. She walked up to the women and held out the set of knitting needles. "Thank you for teaching me how to knit," Ai said. "But I have to be going now." "Going?" asked one of the women. "You don't need to go anywhere." "Come now, Maribel," another woman tsked. "You knew when she arrived that Ai wouldn't be staying." "I know, but..." Maribel sighed in resignation. "I suppose I had hoped that we could change her mind." "I wish you had," Ai said sadly. "I can't think of a more beautiful place to live." "Then stay," the third woman urged. "Margie said herself she wants you to stay." "I did," Margie laughed. "But don't let us sway you. You seem like you have somewhere to be." "I think I do..." Ai said, more to herself than the three older women. She'd been looking for that somewhere for quite a while; no matter how comfortable she found herself, it was never enough. "You always have a home here, should you find your way back," Margie said, and the other two agreed. "These belong to you," Ai said, holding out the knitting needles once again, but Margie was quick to raise a hand in objection. "They're as much yours as they are ours. Take them with you, in case you need to knit a scarf. It's cold in the mountains." "Thank you," Ai said again. Every time someone gave her a new gift, she was always surprised. But time and again, she was given gifts anyway. "Thank you for staying as long as you did," Maribel said. "I don't suppose there's an easier way up the mountain?" Ai asked. "I'm afraid not," the third woman said. "But as they say, life is more interesting with hardship." "What is a mountain if not a challenge?" Margie winked. "Then I suppose I'll need these knitting needles after all," Ai smiled. She hugged each of the women goodbye and did her best not to cry. When she'd arrived at the small, humble town in the mountains, she didn't expect to stay very long. But she'd spent half the season there, with no regrets. She waded into the field of flowers, down the cobblestone path, and toward the town for the rest of her goodbyes. Before she lost sight of the porch, she turned and waved one last time. There were fewer people in the town of Hamlet than one might expect. John Bootie ran the General Store, and a younger man named Zachary Hicks helped in the afternoons. Charles Clarke managed the Old Bank, where Robert Molyneux worked the counter. Sydney Parkinson tended bar at the Misty Pub all by herself, every single afternoon and every single evening. But the Misty Pub was always full of townsfolk with drinks, though no one in town was a brewer. Often the women on the porch would take trips to the bank, though Ai had never seen any money exchanged. And the shelves at the General Store were always stocked with what you needed, even if what you needed wasn't very general at all. And though everyone should have been at work, they were all instead waiting for Ai in the town square: men, women, and some who didn't say one way or the other. The town crier, a portly fellow by the name of John Satterley, was the first to run up to Ai and pull her into a tight bear hug. "Hamlet won't be the same without you, darlin'," he said a little too loudly, causing Ai to wince. "Uh huh, yeah, thanks..." Ai struggled a little to hug John back, but her arms were pinned to her sides. When he finally let go, Ai was a little lightheaded. "You make sure to come back now," he said with a very serious tone, and then erupted in a loud laugh. Before Ai could give John the same reassurances she gave the women on the porch - that she would try - Charlie Green slammed into her hip with all the force of a seven year old girl. "Miss Ai! Don't go!" Ai untangled herself from Charlie's hug and knelt down to ruffle her hair. "I've got somewhere else I need to be," Ai said warmly. "You gotta be right here!" "Well, maybe one day I'll figure out how to be in two places at once. And if I do, I'll send one of me back here. How does that sound?" "You promise?" Charlie asked with comically big tears dripping down her chin. "I promise." Ai gave Charlie another hug. Then she shook some hands, gave one salute, and hugged Charlie again. Ai waved back at the town and walked backwards for quite a ways, until she rounded a hill and Hamlet disappeared behind it. A part of Ai wanted to stay in Hamlet forever. It was pleasant and welcoming, and filled her with a sense of safety. In all the lands she'd visited, nowhere felt more like home. But it wasn't enough. With a deep sigh, Ai finally stopped walking. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and looked up at the mountain tops. "Leaving is always the worst part," she said to herself. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a little compass. The needle pointed solidly to the left, so she went right. The climate in Hamlet was unique; it was always warm and temperate, snuggled into the mountain range. It was like the peaks were cuddling the town, keeping it safe and warm, because once you got too far away from it the temperature began to drop. Ai unzipped her backpack and rummaged around inside until she found her snow coat. She also grabbed a scarf that Margie had knitted her and wrapped it around her neck. Ai remembered Margie's indignation when she first arrived in Hamlet: "No scarf? No hat? You think a coat is enough to keep you warm in the mountains?" But truthfully, Ai had no idea what a scarf was before she met Margie. Everywhere she went, Ai learned something new. With the coat warming her body and the scarf warming her neck, Ai wondered why nobody had thought of a scarf for her hands. The brisk air made her knuckles ache, like her elbow when she knocked it against a doorframe. She slipped her hands into her pockets. Ai wondered if she'd run into anybody else on the mountain. She decided to hum a song she never remembered learning, so if someone was nearby they might hear her. Then she might have some company. Ai pulled her arms inside her coat for a while, to keep her hands warm, but the mountains only grew steeper and steeper. There was no path leading the way, and if it wasn't for Ai's compass, she may have gotten lost herself. Every so often, she'd reach a small mesa and turn to see Hamlet in the distance. Every time she looked, it seemed smaller and smaller. Ai stopped again to change shoes, to switch from hand-sewn climbing shoes to a pair of snow boots she got from her friend Tanner. And on she went. "Going up is a lot harder than going down," Ai groaned. She had stopped for a drink of water from the bottle in her backpack. The sun was starting to set, and the cold was only getting colder. It only took her half a day to get to Hamlet the first time, and she had hoped it would only take half a day to leave. Animal sounds were abundant in the mountains. Chirps, whistles, flapping. The crunch of footsteps on fluffy snow, distant and rhythmic. Or maybe it was just the echo of her own footsteps bouncing off the mountains, because Ai didn't come across any animals at all. "I'm sorry for traipsing through your home," Ai said to the animals, in case they were shy. "But if you live here, you can come out and say hello." When nothing came out, she added: "It's an open offer." When Ai had no one else to talk to, she often talked to herself. Sometimes, on her journey, she would go entire days before finding someone new. It helped her feel safe knowing that someone was around, even if that someone was just herself. As the setting sun glinted off the snow, Ai lost her footing and fell flat onto her stomach. Before she could grab onto something, she slid down the incline. Her arms flailed through the snow like she was making snow angels, but she only picked up speed. Just as Ai thought, "I'll slide down the entire mountain at this rate," a rough surface snagged the toe of her boot. She fell over herself and landed flat on her back, like a pancake on a griddle. She was still on the mountain, on a flat ridge near the top, but her ankle was twisted and her back hurt from the rocks. It felt like even the terrain itself was trying to keep Ai from leaving. "I guess I have to set up camp after all..." Ai sighed, trying to get to her feet. The layers of snow were thin, and she felt like it wouldn't be too much work to set up a tent. She scavenged around in her backpack until she found a sheet of canvas and some metal poles. In the end, her bivy tent was barely bigger than she was, but it warmed up quickly. Ai could just barely see off the edge of the cliff, at the little lights that must have been the town of Hamlet. They were so far away. Then she looked up at the stars, even brighter than the lights below. They beckoned Ai onward, like trail markers. "Thank you," Ai said to the sky, because her star was out there somewhere. She just had to find it. Early the next morning, Ai emptied a whole bag of M&Ms into her mouth and packed up her tent. She filled her water bottle up with snow and breathed warm air into it to try to make it melt. It was slow going, as was her trek up the mountain. By noon, the sun was high in the sky and Ai felt warmer than she had all day. The heat was rejuvenating. She unwrapped a layer of her scarf and doubled her pace up the mountain, taking a more careful path through the valleys. The town of Hamlet was long gone, and Ai's determination was at an all-time high. It was early evening when Ai reached the peak of the mountain. She was out of breath and her hands were frozen pink, but her eyes were bright and beaming. She rushed to the other side and saw the ground slope down in front of her. In the distance, the mountain range continued for a while, but that didn't matter. Ai checked her compass. She found the exact opposite direction the needle was pointing and went into her backpack to get the canvas tent. She fluffed it out like a blanket on a bed and grabbed one of the corners. With a running start, Ai leapt off the top of the mountain and into the snow. The canvas slid across the surface and Ai slid along with it, down the slope. As she picked up speed, she laughed. She laughed, because all that hard work finally paid off, and Ai was having fun. As she slid faster and faster toward the bottom of the slope, there was a shimmer. It filled the whole sky, like a wall of transparent fabric. Like the surface of a bubble. Then Ai Sinclair crashed right into it.

Chapter 9: Running Dry Mom’s eyes went back and forth between the sleeping bag on the floor and the uncovered mattress still covered in baking soda. Like yesterday, I had slept in much longer than intended because of how late I had finally fallen asleep after cleaning up after the fake bedwetting incident. Unlike yesterday, Mom had come to investigate why I hadn’t gotten out of bed at a reasonable time. I had woken up to the sight of her standing over me at the foot of the sleeping bag. The second night of waking up on the floor was less disorientating than the first. I knew right away both where I was and why I was there. I had intentionally peed on the bed, and Grace had helped me clean up. I stretched my mouth open in a wide yawn and rubbed my eyes. This was not how I had intended for my mom to find out about the bedwetting. I would have preferred a discreet conversation once I was fully awake rather than be wakened to her witnessing the aftermath of it. I had less control of my secrets than I thought I did. “What happened?” Mom asked. The question irked me. The answer seemed rather obvious. Why else would I be in a sleeping bag? And why else would all the sheets and blankets have been taken off of the mattress? Why was Mom insisting that I spell it out for her? I didn’t bother describing the elaborate dream I had made up for Grace last night. “Um,” I said, my gaze fixed on Mom’s slippers rather than her face. “It happened again.” Mom sighed. “I did tell you that you shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night.” That was true. Mom had caught me in the middle of drinking one more glass of water before going to bed. I had worried that it would have caused problems with being able to pee on the bed, but I still had been hydrated enough to do so. The last thing I needed was for Mom to be fixated on how much liquids I was drinking. “I was thirsty. And it’s not like that’s caused problems before.” “And it’s not like you’ve ever wet the bed before, much less two times in a row,” Mom said. “I think it would be good if you drank a little bit less in the evening.” There wasn’t anything I could say to argue back against that. From Mom’s perspective, it was a completely reasonable request. From what I could recall, Grace had been under similar restrictions back when she was a bedwetter. I would just need to be more discreet when getting extra water to drink today. There were footsteps in the hallway. Then Grace walked by, passing my open bedroom door on the way to her own bedroom. Mom turned around just in time to briefly make eye contact with Grace before my older sister scurried off. Great. Now, Mom and Grace both knew that each other knew about my bedwetting. Mom rushed over to close the door. “I’m sorry,” Mom said. “I’ll talk with your sister and make sure she respects your privacy. I should have closed the door behind me when I came to get you up.” “It’s fine. She found out last night. She helped me get it cleaned.” “Oh,” Mom said. “That was nice of her.” “Yeah,” I said. Best to get the full truth out. “She knows that I know about her past bedwetting as well.” “I see,” Mom said. “Still, I’ll have a talk with her later this morning. Did you start the washing machine last night?” “Yeah.” “Well, no one else has started on any laundry this morning, so it’s still in there. Please move it over to the dryer before you get in the shower.” Mom left the bedroom without giving me any further instructions. It was Sunday morning. That sucked cause it meant the weekend was already halfway over. The only good thing was that I only had one more week left of school before summer break. That also meant that our soccer tournament was continuing this afternoon. We had a game scheduled for right after lunch, and there would be another one early in the evening if we won. All that exercise would at least give me plenty of excuses to drink more water. I rolled up my sleeping bag and tucked it back in the closet. I stood and stretched for a couple of minutes before heading downstairs to move the bedding over to the dryer. I wasn’t super sore from having slept on the floor, but I was beginning to notice the effects of having done so for two nights in a row. <><><> Getting hydrated was a lot more difficult when everyone was monitoring how much I was drinking. My problems with getting enough to drink started as soon as I got home from the soccer match. I had gone through two bottles of Gatorade while I had been playing, but with how hot it had been during the game, I was sure I had practically sweated it all out. We’d lost three to zero in the sweltering heat, and the score would have been even more lopsided if not for some heroic saves by Angie, who was the team’s goalie. And that was the end of soccer – at least playing competitively on a team – until it was time to try out for the middle school team in the fall. There were some summers when I had played in a summer league with Angie and Emma, but with the lengthy vacation my parents had planned to celebrate my sister’s high school graduation, that wasn’t an option this year. That had been disappointing, but Mom and Dad had made it up to me by signing me up for a week-long, overnight soccer camp instead. After having taken a quick shower, I thought I had the kitchen to myself as I retrieved a plastic cup from the cupboard and grabbed the filtered water from the fridge. Still, it wouldn’t do to dawdle. I needed to drink the water quickly. I lifted the cup to my lips and tilted my head back as I began to chug down the water as fast as possible. It wasn’t fast enough. I had gotten halfway through the cup of water when I heard my sister’s voice behind me. “Not sure that’s a good idea.” The shock of hearing Grace’s voice, especially when I had been so certain that she had been tucked away in her bedroom, caused my hand to slip. Instead of continuing to pour the water into my mouth, I splashed a large amount onto my chin and T-shirt. I turned to face my sister. “Seriously, don’t sneak up on me like that.” Graced eyed the wet spots on my shirt as I wiped my chin dry on my sleeve. My face burned. It brought me back to how she had looked at me in the hallway last night when it had been my pajama pants rather than my T-shirt that had been wet. Grace grimaced a little, as if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with what she was about to say. “Look, I know from experience that, um, drinking as much water as you’re drinking right now isn’t always a good idea.” She looked around as if she was making sure no one was eavesdropping on the conversation and then leaned in closer to me. “Probably best to limit your liquids until bed unless you like waking up to change your sheets in the middle of the night.” My chest froze at that last whispered sentence from Grace. What, why would she think that I – or anyone – would like waking up to a wet bed? “What? I don’t like it.” Grace rolled her eyes. “I know you don’t like it. It’s just a figure of speech.” “But I can’t, like, not drink anything at all,” I protested. “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t drink anything,” Grace said. “But, like, chugging a sixteen-ounce cup of water isn’t exactly going to make things easier on your bladder tonight.” It wasn’t as if I could very well argue with her about that point. My older sister was the expert on bedwetting, after all. I emptied the remainder of the water from the glass into the sink. I would need to find other opportunities to stay hydrated. That proved to be difficult. <><><> Grace had helped Mom and Dad set the table for dinner. We always sat in the same spot around the table. Our parents sat on one end together, with Jackson next to Mom, so she could keep him in line. Grace sat next to Dad, and I was sandwiched between my two siblings. The glass of water in front of my plate was technically full, but Grace had also filled it to the brim with ice, so there was only about half as much water in it as normal. Not that I could say anything about it at the moment. The last thing I needed was for Jackson to find out about the bedwetting as well. He would not handle it as discretely as I had with Grace when I was his age. I desperately wanted to excuse myself from the table to refill my glass of water, but I had a sinking feeling that Mom and Dad would definitely say something about it. They wouldn’t outright tell me that I should drink less to avoid wetting the bed – not in front of Jackson – but I suspected they would encourage me to drink less, and I didn’t want to deal with that embarrassing conversation. I stared at the glass of ice as I took another bite of spaghetti, as if I could mentally make the ice cubes begin to melt a little bit faster. By the time I was finished eating my spaghetti, enough ice had melted to allow me to have one more small sip before it was time to take the dishes to the kitchen for Grace to get them washed. The rest of the evening didn’t go any better. It seemed like every time I got up to walk past the kitchen, Mom, Dad, or Grace were in sight. That was a problem. I needed them to think I was wetting the bed naturally, like whatever genetics had caused Grace to be a bedwetter was now doing it for me. If my parents thought that the bedwetting was only due to how much water I was drinking, I worried they might focus on that rather than purchase pull-ups. I managed to sneak in a few sips of water here and there, but it wasn’t nearly as much as I’d had to drink the other night. I also put off going to the bathroom. The last time I had peed had been shortly before dinner. Even without as much to drink, if I went from then until midnight, surely I’d need to pee badly enough at that point that wetting the bed wouldn’t be difficult. <><><> It was a school night, so I was sent to bed a bit earlier. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when Mom peeked into the bathroom. “Madelyn,” Mom said. I took the toothbrush out of my mouth so that I could reply. “Yes?” “Make sure you use the toilet before you go to bed, OK?” “I will,” I replied, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice. I didn’t want to be treated like a baby who had to be reminded to go to the toilet, even if Mom did think I’d had two actually bedwetting accidents so far this weekend. I brushed my teeth for another ten seconds and then shut the bathroom door behind me. Was Mom still out in the hallway? I couldn’t tell if her footsteps had carried her all the way to the stairs or if she had just gone to her bedroom. There also hadn’t been a sound of any doors closing. That was a problem. The bathroom wasn’t very soundproof. Mom might be able to notice if I didn’t pee at all, as should would be able to hear me if I did go like she had asked. I didn’t need to pee all that badly at this point, but I did need to go enough that I shouldn’t have trouble peeing as long as I was sitting on a toilet rather than in my bed. I lifted the lid to the toilet seat, let my pajamas fall to my feet, and sat down. I had to find a way to convince Mom and Dad that none of their other methods of getting me to stop wetting the bed – limiting fluids and making me use the toilet right before going to sleep – were working. I needed to reach the point where they would give up trying to stop the bedwetting and switch their focus to limiting the damage from it by getting me pull-ups to wear. That meant that I needed to convince them that I was doing my best to avoid wetting the bed, so I would have to use the toilet now and try to figure out a way to still wet the bed later tonight. I didn’t have any difficulty in getting my bladder to release. The sound of the urine streaming into the toilet was proof that I had done exactly what Mom had asked me to. I had hoped that I’d perhaps be able to stop the stream mid-pee, giving myself a better chance to wet the bed later, but that wasn’t successful. Once my bladder started to empty, there was no stopping it until every last drop was out. I took a peek in my parents’ bedroom after leaving the bathroom. Mom was lying in bed on top of the sheets, reading a book. That was a problem. There would be no sneaking any more drinks of water tonight, not even the yucky tap water from the bathroom sink. The next two hours passed slowly. My eyes were sore from staring at my phone by the time I was certain that everyone was asleep. There had to be a better way of faking the bedwetting, but every alternative I’d considered so far had presented some sort of complication, something that would risk Mom and Dad – and now Grace as well – discovering that something was off about my bedwetting. I had to stick to faking the bedwetting in a way that looked perfectly natural. There couldn’t be any doubt in my parents’ minds that it was real. With the clock now past midnight, I still didn’t feel like I needed to pee at all, but I was determined to try either way. I sat on my knees on the bed for about ten minutes until I could barely keep my eyes open. It was the same routine I had followed the past two nights. I strained as hard as I could, trying to conjure pictures of water and rivers and streams in my head. It was no use. I couldn’t get anything to come out. My bladder was still too empty. I nearly lay down in bed in resignation, but another plan to fake my bedwetting suddenly sprang to mind. --- Links to all my stories can be found at https://abdlwriter.wordpress.com/

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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.

If I wanted to be dry, I would use the Potty. Diapers are too expensive to not use them to their fullest potential so I like to wear my diaper until it can hold any more of my time clock for wearing comes to a close.

I know this topic is old but I just sound it. I understand completely the fear and reality of wearing diapers for nightime issues or day and night. I grew up wearing cloth diapers with plastic pants every night for my multiple nightly wetting issues. I also struggled with daytime wetting and leaking which was mostly handled by thick training pant type of underwear with plastic pants during the day. Being discovered as a diaper wearing bedwetter numerous times growing up by cousins, and occasional friend’s was always difficult. I think I handled it by pretending, to myself, it was indeed a non issue. Reality was pretending wasn’t necessary since it usually was actually a non issue being found out. I had actually become a dl by age 8 or 9 since I really looked forward to every night to being pinned into my diapers by my mom, pulling on my plastic pants, and having my mom tuck in all the edges to guard against leaks. Anyway I also felt like I needed to be one of the guys when I entered high school and out of diapers. I still wet every night and still leaked regularly during the day. I quickly grew tired of waking up in a pond in the middle of the night in soaking wet sheets, blankets, and even my pillow. Fortunately my mom would not let me remove the plastic mattress cover which at least kept the mattress safe. I now had to deal with all the mess, laundry, etc. and even then now my bedroom started having that bedwetter smell. I couldn’t have any friends in my room because of the smell and when anyone sat on my bed the loud crinkle of the plastic under my sheets was a dead giveaway. I think I only waited about a month before putting myself back into my nightime diapers. Sure I was 14 and a half but the diapers worked pretty well at keeping everything dry, most nights. I also still really enjoyed the safe and secure feeling sleeping with a diaper on. Fast forward for 18 years now I’ve been 24/7 diapered and totally content and comfortable this way. I don’t broadcast I’m in diapers but don’t hide from it either. My stress level, particularly during the day, vanished when I started wearing quality disposables. I still only trust my thick cloth diapers overnight. I m so happy I became a dl many years ago since incontinence would be very hard to live with if you dislike diapers regardless how necessary they may be for you. What I’m trying to say embracing diapers if far more comforting and fun.

I suppose 3 dry nights in a row was too much to ask for

Did… Did Grace just ask me if I wanted her to wear a diaper? I was stunned. I felt like I was in the hot seat for the fifth time today. “I umm… Yes? But also… It's complicated. I think I need a minute to cokme up with an explanation.” “Well can I go use the potty like a big girl while you think?” she teased. I practically snorted at her choice of words. “Yeah, go ahead.” My mind was reeling and I wasn't even quite sure why. Did I want her to wear a diaper? Yes. Sweet lord yes. The thought of it alone had me practically tenting right here in my soggy padding. So what was the problem? Why couldn't I just say yes? Could it be that I felt ashamed to admit it? No, I don't think so. By this point in the evening shame had long since packed its bags and hit the road. Plus she was the one who suggested it in the first place, and she wouldn't have done so if she was unwilling to go through with it. Was I afraid she'd hate it if she tried wearing one? Well, yes, of course I was. But logically that was gonna be true of anything new a person wants to try–they might like it or hate it. Could that be the root of the objection? Grace returned entirely too-quickly. “So. Have you had time to think it over?” she asked. “Not exactly. I'm having trouble articulating an answer, even to myself. It's… Very frustrating.” I admitted. “So basically you're wrapped up in your own head and can't think straight?” “... Yes…” This was nothing new to Grace. Her ability to get me out of my own labyrinthine mental prison was one of the reasons I loved her so much, and it seemed she would need to do so again today. “Well, let's try this,” she began. “Is having me wear a diaper something you've thought about or fantasized before?” My cheeks turned a yet-darker shade of red. “Yes…” “So then what's the problem? I'm willing to give it a try for you, even of I don't fully *get* it yet.” I scrunched up my face in a way that made it clear to both of us that I wasn't quite happy with that answer. But something in the way she said it did resonate with me: Willing. “I think,” I began, still searching for my words, “That the problem could be that, while you are *willing* to try them, I don't believe you actually *want* to. Does that make sense?” She tilted her head, “I mean, kinda? Of course I don't want it like you want it, because I've never tried them. But how will I know if I like them without trying them?” “But do you actually *want* to try them because you're curious, or are you just doing it for me?” I asked. She thought about it for a second. “Is it necessarily a problem if it's just for you?” Bingo. “I think that's the problem I'm running into.” I explained, “I love diapers, I think they're one of the best things ever. And I really want you to like them too. But if I know you're only doing it because I want you to, it almost feels like I'm forcing it on you, in a way, and I'm not into that. Some guys are, but I'm not one of them.” She let that sink in for a moment. “So… You only want me to wear a diaper if I *want* to wear one?” When she put it like that, it did sound a little ludicrous. “Yes, but I think it has more to do with… Expectations? Like, I want you to go into it expecting to get something out of the experience, otherwise I doubt you'll find much enjoyment in it. Like if I handed you a drink and said it was orange juice and it turned out to be chocolate milk. You'd probably spit it out instantly, because your expectations were wrong.” I hoped that made sense. Surprisingly, she nodded in understanding. “So what should I expect from wearing a diaper?” I shrugged. “That's for you to decide. Everyone's gonna have a different reaction to diapers. For some people it's about feeling safe and small and protected. For others it's all about the humiliation of wearing such an embarrassing garment. For others still it could be the physical sensations that accompany wearing and using diapers. Then there are some diaper lovers who don't prefer to wear a diaper themselves, but instead want to ‘force’ their partner into wearing them for any number of reasons.” Thankfully for both our sakes, I was not in that last category. At least, I don't think I am? “So… How about this,” Grace said. “Let's put a pin in having me try diapers tonight, okay babe?” I nodded, “You've already made this one of the best nights of my life. I love you so much, Grace.” “I love you too. And besides,” she sidled up to me and put her hand on the front of my diaper, easily finding the outline of my dick with how hard I've been practically all evening. “I can think of something I'd rather have in my pants.”

Wow! That's interesting!

When my IC issues fist started I would change right away now I change after 6 hours or when my diaper feels like its getting saturated, Im in a dry diaper for a very short time and its just to expensive to change every time you wet.

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