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Sam finds a way to embarrass herself once more that day before running off to hide. Thankfully it's Nina who comes to the rescue yet again. --- My writing is my passion and my income. I'm only able to write as much as I do because of the wonderful support from my subscribers. With the ABDL purge on Patreon hurting my income dramatically I have set up a couple of alternatives. If you enjoy my work and want to support me there has never been a time where I need it more. For $5 you can see every update to my stories one week before anyone else and for $10 you get early access PLUS access to 50+ stories EXCLUSIVE to subscribers. There are other rewards and tiers available including discounted commissions. To find out more please consider visiting one of my subscription sites. Prices, rewards and eveything else are the same across both https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy Thank you for reading and supporting me and my work ❤️ --- Sam felt something shifting under her head and then heard a chuckle from across the room. The television was still on quietly in the background. She didn’t open her eyes, she was feeling far too comfortable. “It’s like when you have a cat on your lap.” Amy said quietly from somewhere across the room, “You’re not allowed to move.” Sam wondered what they were talking about but she still didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t know how long she’d been napping but she felt like she could use just a little more. “I’m getting pins and needles.” Came Nina’s voice jokingly. That was odd. It sounded like Nina was right above her but Sam couldn’t work out how that was possible. She tensed up, suddenly she didn’t want to open her eyes because things weren’t making sense and she wasn’t sure what she would see. She didn’t want to move either and let on that she was awake. Sam felt that only she could manage to get herself in such a position and she didn’t even know what was going on! “Slip a cushion under her head.” Chrissy said. Her voice was closer than Amy’s but definitely not on the couch. Sam couldn’t pretend any longer. Her eyes fluttered open and it took her a moment to work out what was going and why everyone was talking about her. Then it hit her like a brick. She was looking out at the room but as she turned to look up above her she saw Nina’s smiling face. Somehow Sam had twisted around whilst asleep and laid with her head on her friend’s lap. She was mortified. “Oh God… I’m sorry!” Sam quickly said as she sat up so quickly the room span for a moment. “It’s fine!” Nina quickly put a hand out on to Sam’s shoulder, “It was cute.” Sam should’ve been annoyed. She hated being described as cute, it was something inherently childish. Nina knew that as she quickly shook her head and raised her hands. She started stuttering as Sam turned to look at her again. “I… I mean…” Nina started. Sam smiled. She couldn’t help it. Being described as “cute” by strangers who thought she was a baby was one thing, but having it used by the person she had a crush on was quite another. Her smile turned to an embarrassed little laugh as she shyly looked away. “Erm, I don’t want to break up a nice moment…” Chrissy said causing Sam to look across to her, “But you really need to change your diaper.” This time Sam wasn’t smiling. She was mortified that Chrissy could be so blunt, it was in her nature but she knew this was a very sensitive topic. Sam felt all the good feelings replaced by anger as she opened her mouth to retort. Sam shifted in her seat so she was sitting normally. She could feel the wetness of her diaper, it felt a lot colder now. “Oh my word!” Amy exclaimed. She covered her mouth as she looked at Sam’s waist. Sam finally looked down and saw a huge wet patch between her legs with streaks going down each inner thigh. She scrambled off the couch and fell to the floor going head over heels. When she stood up she could just about see over the top of the cushions to a wet patch right where she had been laying. “No… No, no, no!” Sam covered her face as tears sprung from her eyes. “Sam, It’s…” Nina started. Sam ran from the room. It was less a run and more of a waddle though. Her legs were pushed apart by the thick padding and now she could feel more urine leaking out of the diaper with each step. Her clothes were sticking to her as she pushed the bedroom door open and then closed it behind her. She fell to her knees and then lowered her head to the floor. How could it be possible for her to humiliate herself this much? Sam cried into the carpet until there was a knock on the door. Sam crawled away from the door and hid underneath her crib. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. “Sam?” It was Nina calling for her. Sam remained silent. There was another knock but when Sam didn’t respond Nina seemed to back away from the door. She remained under the crib, hiding as if there was a monster stalking the room. She brought her knees up to her chest and rested her face against them. Every time something seemed like it might be going right it all suddenly collapsed. She sat in the silence and sobbed, she didn’t know how long she stayed down there but no one disturbed her. Finally she crawled out and stood up. She toddled to the bathroom to clean herself up. After embarrassing herself in the living room Sam decided she couldn’t have any faith in her own body. She didn’t think she had wet whilst asleep, that sort of thing never really happened to her, but clearly the diaper was having such a hard time with how much she had wet it that laying sideways had allowed some of her pee to just slip out. It was because she didn’t trust herself that, despite the toilet being mere feet away, Sam pulled another diaper out of the packet. This was getting disappointingly common for Sam. It felt like an age since she first been put into a diaper and now she was going for her third one of the day. Not only that but the first two were fully used. She flattened the fresh diaper on the floor and sat on the fluffy padding. After repeating the same diapering process Sam sat up and looked at the mirror. Sitting on the floor with her legs spread, her diaper on full display, she saw what the world saw. A pathetic baby. “Maybe I should just… give up.” Sam said to herself. Everyone always thinks she needs to be treated like a baby and now her own body felt like it was being a traitor. Sam stayed in the bedroom for the whole afternoon. There wasn’t a lot to do in there but most of her time was spent ruminating over the past. Every single embarrassment, insult, miscommunication and rejection had been filed away over the years and now she was revisiting them in her head like a rolodex. She sat naked under the crib and was lost in her thoughts for what felt like hours. “Sam? Can you at least let us know you’re OK?” Nina called in at some point as the sun started to go down, “We’re worried.” “I’m fine.” Sam replied just loud enough to be heard through the door. “Can… Can I come in?” Nina asked. This time Sam didn’t respond and after a little while heard Nina retreat from the door again. The sun went down without Sam getting out of her hiding place. At one point she felt the need for the bathroom but she didn’t move. She relaxed and wet herself without any effort. It didn’t feel like there was a point going to the toilet. Her friends had seen her crap her pants, they knew she had wet herself and they had even seen her leaking. She remained unmoving as she felt the fresh wetting encircle her butt, the warmth feeling pleasant on the otherwise quite cool floor. At some point dinner was made and there was another knock on the door. Sam didn’t respond. She didn’t feel hungry, she didn’t really feel anything except self-loathing. Eventually there was another knock on the door but instead of shouting anything the handle turned and the door opened. Sam looked to the side and saw that it was Nina. She closed the door behind her and stayed in place. “Sam?” Nina asked nervously. She was looking around couldn’t see Sam. “Down here.” Sam said quietly. Sam looked away as Nina bent down to look under the crib. She expected her taller friend to leave once she had seen that Sam was alright, but instead Nina got on her hands and knees and crawled under the crib as well. It was a much tighter squeeze for her than it was for Sam. She banged various parts of her body on various parts of the crib until she got into a slightly uncomfortable looking slumped sitting position next to Sam. “We’ve been worried about you.” Nina said after a little bit. “No change there.” Sam replied, “I’m so tired of everyone having to worry about me.” Sam suddenly became much more aware that she hadn’t got dressed again after putting on the new diaper. It wasn’t anything Nina hadn’t seen but she still felt a wave of embarrassment. She didn’t even have something to cover her diaper. Nina was sitting right next to Sam, so close that her clothes brushed the smaller woman’s bare skin. “Can I tell you a story?” Nina asked. “I guess?” Sam replied. “Well, a long time ago, when I was a little kid, my friend Wendy was having a fairy princess birthday party.” Nina started, “I mean this was a long time ago, I must’ve been eight or nine years-old. Anyway, I’m sure you can imagine that a fairy princess party was the height of the social calendar for a bunch of little girls. Her parents really went all out as well. There were decorations, streamers, balloons, a giant cake… Hell, they even had a princess castle themed bouncy castle in the backyard. It was incredible.” Sam wondered if this story had a point. She slowly looked around at Nina who was looking off into the middle distance with a faraway look in her eyes. It almost seemed like she was literally taking herself back to that time. For just a moment Sam felt like she could see the little girl version of Nina in her college-aged face. “Anyway, it was amazing. Everyone was having a great time and there was lots to eat and drink.” Nina continued, “I was one of Wendy’s best friends, we hung out all the time at school and whenever either of us needed a partner we would go to each other. Our parents joked that we were sisters that had been separated at birth with how much we clung to each other. Well, we went to a part of the living room where a huge princess castle had been set up. Three other girls were there too, Joy, Angelica and, funnily enough, Sam.” Sam gave a small exhale of amusement. She had turned slightly to lean against the wall whilst facing Nina who carried on with her story. “These other three, we were friends but we weren’t particularly close, you know?” Nina said, “So we’re all playing and we all have our dolls and we’re making them all look pretty when…” Nina paused. She looked down at the floor between her legs with a wry smile then turned to Sam. “I wet myself.” Nina finally said. Despite being years removed the memory clearly still affected her as she cringed slightly. “In the living room?” Sam asked. She was fully invested in the story. “Surrounded by all my classmates, their parents… At that age it felt like everyone in the world. It was everyone I knew.” Nina continued, “I was just so into playing that I guess I never noticed that I needed to go. Everyone saw, of course. It was running down my legs and pooling on the floor.” “Oh no…” Sam said sympathetically. “Wendy was the first to notice. I had frozen up completely in shock and fear. She looked at me and… the look she gave me, it was like pure disgust. I can remember it to this very day. We always helped each other no matter what but when I saw the way she looked at me I knew everything had changed.” “What did she do?” Sam asked. “She laughed at me. She ran away laughing and got everyone to look at me.” Nina swallowed, “All the girls gathered around, the adults couldn’t get so many little girls who were hopped up on sugar under control. I still just… stood there. It was like my brain had switched off. It’s stupid really but, all these years later I can remember all of this so clearly.” Sam reached out a hand and put it on Nina’s arm as a gesture of friendship. Nina smiled. “Do you know who helped me that day?” Nina asked. Sam shook her head, “Joy, Angelica and Sam. We were friends but we never hung out outside of school, but when I was desperately in need of help they stepped in. Once they had recovered from their shock they got me out of the room and into the bathroom upstairs until someone had found my mom. I was mortified, of course, I cried and cried and begged not to go back to school. Mom told me I couldn’t hide forever and she was right. I went back and, well, I learnt three things.” Nina held up a single finger. “Other people won’t remember you embarrassing yourself as much as you do. Seriously, whilst I was still dying from shame everyone else had moved on completely by the next day at school.” Nina laughed. Nina held up a second finger. “Friends, real friends, stick with you no matter what.” Nina said a little more seriously, “And when you are most in need is when they will step up to the plate. You learn who your true friends are when you at your lowest.” Nina held up a third finger. “And lastly…” Nina leaned in closer to Sam and continued in a whisper, “I learnt that Wendy was a real bitch.” Sam burst out laughing and Nina chuckled along with her. Sam sniffed and wiped her eyes as her laughter died down a few seconds later. Nina was smiling and sighed as she looked from Sam to the edge of her bed. “God damn it…” Sam shook her head, “I’m trying to be miserable here. You’re not making it easy.” “Oh, sorry, I can go if you want.” Nina replied tongue-in-cheek. “I didn’t say that.” Sam leaned sideways against Nina’s arm. Sam wasn’t expecting it but Nina moved her arm allowing Sam to lean against her side. The arm went around Sam’s shoulders. Sam felt a shiver go through her, a good one. She tingled at the touch. She felt so comfortable, it was like the log in the woods all over again but this time there was no one to disturb them. They stayed that way for a long time. Sam thought she could fall asleep right where she was, pressed against Nina and feeling the warmth of her body. She no longer felt any anxieties about being mostly naked or the openly displayed diaper she was wearing. She let out a little sigh as she closed her eyes and breathed in Nina’s comforting smell. --- I recently posted a brand new 109-page subscriber exclusive story! "Blackmailing Tommy" is about a young teacher who, after an accident, lives with his best friend's family until he heals. Unfortunately for Tommy his friend's son see this as an opportunity for revenge on a mean teacher... 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Chapter 7 --- Sarah and Kate were a flurry of excitement as they settled into Kate's room, giggling as they flopped onto Kate's bed together. Sarah tried not to think about the diapers hidden in her overnight bag, or the fact that her mom would be coming over later to help her with her "medication." She focused instead on the joy of being with her best friend, the anticipation of a night filled with laughter and memory-making. As the evening wore on, the girls lost themselves in the simple pleasures of each other's company. They braided each other's hair, swapping styles and accessories until they looked like mismatched royalty. They belted out karaoke to their favorite songs, using hairbrushes as microphones and collapsing into giggles at each other's dramatic performances. But as the night grew later, Sarah's nerves began to creep back in, the looming specter of bedtime and her impending diaper change impossible to ignore. She wondered when her mom would come over to start their covert operation. Kate’s mom knocked before opening the door. “Sarah, your mom’s here. She says you forgot your medication so she brought it over.” Trying to keep her voice natural, she turned to Kate and said “I’ll be quick,” and went to meet her mom in the bathroom. Kate blinked, something unreadable flickering across her face before she smiled. "Oh, yeah, no problem! You gotta do what you gotta do. I'll just hang out here and pick the next movie for us to watch." Sarah nodded gratefully, grabbing her overnight bag and slipping out of the room before Kate could ask any more questions. As she made her way to the bathroom, she couldn't shake the feeling that Kate seemed almost... relieved? But that didn't make any sense. Shaking her head, Sarah pushed the thought away. She had bigger things to worry about right now. Like the diaper her mom was about to help her into. Meanwhile, Kate was having a minor crisis of her own. With Sarah occupying the bathroom, she and her mom were scrambling to find an alternative location for her own secret diaper change. "What about the guest room?" Kate whispered, her eyes wide and nervous. Her mom shook her head. "Too risky. Sarah might hear us in there." Kate bit her lip, thinking hard. "The garage?" "Too far away," her mom said. "We need somewhere close by, but still private." They stared at each other for a long moment, both racking their brains for a solution. Then, at the same time, their eyes widened with realization. "The master bedroom," they said in unison. It was perfect. And with Sarah occupied in the bathroom, there was no risk of her walking in on them. Quickly, quietly, Kate and her mom slipped down the hall to the master bedroom. Kate's heart was pounding as she laid down on her parents' bed, the reality of what she was about to do hitting her full force. But then her mom was there, gentle hands and soothing words guiding her through the process. The crinkle of the diaper seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet room, but Kate forced herself to focus on her mom's steady presence, drawing strength from her unwavering support. By the time the last tab was fastened and Kate was redressed in her baggy pajamas, she felt a little calmer, a little more in control. She could do this. She had a plan, she had her mom, and she had Sarah. Everything else was just details. As Kate and her mom slipped back into Kate's room, she said to her mom with a relived sigh, “We made it - Sarah is still in the bathroom” *** Sarah slipped into the bathroom, her heart pounding. She could hear her mom's footsteps approaching, the soft knock on the door making her jump. "Sweetie? It's me." Sarah took a deep breath, stealing her nerves before cracking the door open. Her mom slipped inside, a sympathetic smile on her face as she took in Sarah's anxious expression. "How are you holding up?" she asked softly, setting down the diaper supplies on the counter. Sarah managed a shaky laugh. "Oh, you know. Just about to get diapered in my best friend's bathroom. Living the dream." Her mom chuckled, pulling her into a quick hug. "I know it's not ideal, sweetie. But we've got this. Just like we practiced, remember?" Sarah nodded, taking a deep breath as she stepped back. "Right. Okay. Let's do this." She reached for the waistband of her pajama pants, then paused, glancing around the small bathroom with a frown. "Wait. Where should I...?" Her mom blinked, realization dawning on her face. "Oh. Right. We didn't really practice this part in a bathroom, did we?" They stared at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting them both at once. "Okay, okay," her mom said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "We can figure this out. You lie down on the bath mat, and I'll crouch next to you." Sarah raised an eyebrow. "On the floor? Really?" "You got a better idea, missy?" her mom asked, hands on her hips in mock indignation. Sarah laughed, shaking her head as she lowered herself onto the fluffy bath mat. "No, no, the floor is great. Let's do this." The next few minutes were a comedy of errors, as Sarah tried to shimmy out of her pants without kicking her mom in the face, and her mom attempted to unfold the diaper in the cramped space without knocking over the toiletries on the counter. "Okay, lift up," her mom instructed, sliding the diaper under Sarah's bottom. "No, not that much! You're going to make me fall in the tub!" Sarah dissolved into giggles, her nerves momentarily forgotten in the face of their shared predicament. "Sorry, sorry! This is harder than it looks!" Her mom snorted, dusting powder onto Sarah's skin with exaggerated care. "You're telling me. I feel like I'm playing Twister in here." By the time the last tape was fastened and Sarah was redressed, they were both breathless with laughter, the tension of the moment broken by their shared amusement. "Well," her mom said, helping Sarah to her feet with a grin. "That was an adventure. But we did it!" Sarah smiled, leaning into her mom's side as she caught her breath. "Yeah, we did. Thanks, Mom. For everything." Her mom pressed a kiss to the top of her head, her eyes soft with understanding. "Anytime, sweetie. I'm so proud of you for facing this head-on. You're braver than you know." Sarah swallowed hard, blinking back sudden tears. "I don't feel very brave," she admitted quietly. "I feel scared and embarrassed and... and like a baby." "Oh, honey," her mom murmured, pulling her into a tight hug. "You are the furthest thing from a baby. You're a strong, capable, amazing young woman who just happens to need a little extra help right now. That's nothing to be ashamed of." Sarah nodded against her mom's shoulder, drawing strength from her unwavering support. "I know. I'm trying to remember that." "And I'll be here to remind you, every step of the way," her mom promised. "Now, let's get you back to your sleepover. You've got a best friend waiting for you, and a night of fun ahead." Sarah took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she stepped back. "Yeah. Okay. I've got this." Her mom grinned, pride shining in her eyes. "Yes, you do. Now go show that sleepover who's boss!" And as Sarah slipped out of the bathroom, the crinkle of her diaper hidden beneath her baggy pajamas, she felt a flicker of determination amidst the butterflies in her stomach. She could do this.

Chapter Thirty Four John squeezed Amanda’s torso with his bare legs. An entire lifetime of being fully clothed to so much as walk outside to check the mail was screaming at him. And that was just the immediate part. Having had the perfect opportunity to explain that he didn’t like that Nana Claire woman one tiny bit, he felt that if he had to explain that he was about to freak out and punch her as hard as he could in the chest he might have wound up in trouble. And holding that in seemed like a good call. Honestly just thinking about it, he was still mad at her. He just wanted her to at least be wrong about which foods he would like. Something, anything just for her to not be right so he could feel like she couldn’t just magically understand him because he’s a little. While he was being carried into the Pet Store he realized that he was still dwelling on it and just making it worse for himself. So he rolled his eyes and flopped his head forward onto the chest in front of him. With a deep sigh he tried to stop thinking about it. Which only made it harder to get out of his own head. He felt Amanda stop walking and then his butt being patted. Then came the whisper from above him “Hey, you still in there?” Sarcasm being his default response, he shook his head and mumbled around the pacifier and into a breast “No. Please leave a message.” “There’s someone here with a puppy that they want to get used to being around littles.” Immediately John decided that he would mope later and pet the puppy now. His head snapped up and he looked around, squinting at the lights. When he caught sight of a small brown dog with curly hair and a tail whipping back and forth looking up at him he smiled. Behind the dog there was a man even taller than Amanda kneeling down with his hand on the puppies shoulder to keep it calm. As he felt Amanda kneeling down, he tensed up and said into her ear “I don’t have any pants on.” He could feel her stop down on one knee as she whispered back “No one even notices that. But if you would rather pass on petting the puppy, that is also fine.” Ugh. The one thing he couldn’t resist. Baby animals. John nodded “Just this once.” Amanda lowered him to the floor and he turned around. This ‘puppy’ still came up to his chest and it had a tail whipping back and forth just shy of the speed of sound. Still, he looked down at his bare legs and froze up. The giant man asked “Oh, is he scared of dogs?” John didn’t even have to look to imagine Amanda shaking her head as she said “Oh, he loves animals. But he’s new here and he’s still a bit shy.” The man just nodded knowingly and said “Yeah, that’s perfectly fair. It’s a big world and he’s suddenly a cute little guy that all the women won’t be able to resist.” Then the man looked at John and addressed him directly “Well, this is Latrare. She’s a Mastiff, so she’s going to get pretty big. She’s gentle as a lamb … but she may lick you to death. Do you want to pet her?” Of course John nodded mutely. He continued “Do you want to come to her, or do you want her to come to you?” John thought about over a hundred pounds of hyperactive puppy shaped missile and said “I’ll go to her.” With a nod, the man patted the dog on the booty and said firmly “Sit.” and the dog put her butt down. The tail was still sliding back and forth side to side on the furiously. Exceedingly conscious of his bare legs, John walked over to the large puppy and held out his hand for the puppy to smell. It was immediately licked. In for a penny, in for a pound, he just took one big step and got his fingers in and started giving the dog some good scritches up and down her side. The next five minutes were an exercise of John petting a giant hyperactive puppy, and a large man patiently keeping her calm. It was obvious that she was soft, but her fur was shorter and so it felt different. And petting her left like a film on his hands. Still worth it though because she was such a great dog! Eventually the man nodded and said “I think that’s about all the calmness she can handle. She needs to go run around now.” John nodded and asked “How big is she going to get.” The giant man said nonchalantly “Her Mother was about three hundred and forty pounds. But she is almost a year old and I don’t think she’s going to be much over three hundred. She’s been training to work with littles and children since she was six months old. She almo…” The man stopped as John got a giant dog tongue up the front of his shirt, neck over his face, and left some of his hair sticking up. “...almost got the hang of staying calm around littles.” Amanda was laughing behind him as she got a wipe out of the diaper bag and knelt down to wipe him off. Curiosity got the better of him so he asked “Mom, how big is Xerxes?” While she was wiping his face, she answered “He’s just shy of two hundred pounds. He’s not full blooded, but he looks just like a big border collie.” Once she was done wiping and explaining, John pointed at Latrare “You mean she’s going to get bigger than Xerxes!?” Amanda looked down at him funny and then sighed as she looked at the man “He rides our dog like a horse.” That got quite a laugh out of everyone involved. Except John, who sulked while mumbling “It’s not funny.” Finally Mom told him “Okay, say goodbye to the puppy, we have to get a toy and get our groceries home.” John reached down low and snapped his fingers. The moment Latrare looked down he darted in and kissed her on the forehead, praising her by saying “Good puppy!” and then darting back before he needed another wipe down. After that he was picked up and wrapped back around his Moms torso, they said their polite goodbyes and as they walked into the store, John looked up and said “I’m no expert, but that’s almost twice the size they get on my world.” He felt himself being raised some more and got a kiss on the forehead before she explained “Yes John. There’s a theme here. Things here are about twice as big, and combined with you shrinking will seem probably half again as big to you on top of that.” He rested his head on a boob while he thought. It was soft and it was conveniently located as a resting spot. Everything seemed so normal and so abnormal at the same time. An while John never considered himself to be dumb, it was just hard to process. Like everything was new and huge all over again. Plus there were the differences. Some of them were pretty incredible. Thinking of incredible differences, he felt a few pats on the butt as Mom said “We’re here at the toys. Take a peek.” John looked up and over and was greeted with a wall of dog toys. He zeroed in immediately on what he wanted the second his eyes focused on the wall. He pointed “That!” Amanda reached out and took a red plastic handle with a tennis ball on it off the shelf. It was about two and a half feet long and had a cup for the tennis ball. “You want this?” Nodding emphatically he said “YES!” She laughed now and said “You feel cheated that Xerxes can catch what you throw without having to chase it, don’t you?” “Yup.” With a chuckle she said “Okay, anything else you want for Xerxes? We really have to get those groceries home.” “Doggy breath mints.” A few seconds of walking later she had a bag of treats that said they were good for his teeth, and she said “If this isn’t good enough you’ll just have to start brushing his teeth.” He nodded “You get me on the side of the sink and I’ll brush his teeth myself. I’m closer to his mouth than you are.” They shared a good laugh, and as they walked by a young woman that was tagging merchandise, Amanda shuffled him around to her left arm and he could see her making a motion of some sort. There was a click-clack and something smacked him on the butt, followed by some giggling. As he was carried away he could see a red head with a great big smile waving at him. He wanted to feel indignant, but all things considered he couldn’t. As they approached the check out he looked around and spotted the cooler by the check out line. Even THAT was normal. But on closer look it had juice as well as sodas. “Mom?” he asked tentatively. “Yes sweety?” “May I have something to drink?” As the person in front of them left, Amanda leaned and said “Plapple or Grape?” “Can I have a soda?” She shook her head “You had more than enough sugar an hour ago.” “...Plapple.” The two items in her hand were put onto the conveyor belt and a bottle of Plapple juice quickly followed. But as the items got scanned, Amanda looked down at him with a mischievous grin and asked “Do you feel like doing something silly?” With a shrug, he answered “Sure?” And with that he was placed on the conveyor belt. Okay, this was funny but he did actually feel a little bit indignant. Amanda patted him on the head as he asked “Excuse me, could you do a price check on this item?” There was a “Hmm… Is it okay if I pick this item up?” Amanda looked at him “Do you mind if she picks you up?” He just nodded “It’s okay.” And with that he was picked up and rotated to face a very pretty brunette, about his age but much larger, and he was slid over a scanner and there was a loud ‘BEEP’ under him. The cashier said “I’m sorry Ma’am, but this item seems to be out of stock. I’m afraid I have to put several stickers on it and send it off.” He could hear Amanda laying on the drama as she said “Oh dear. Well, I suppose that if you are willing to put stickers on it, I can carry it back to where I found it.” John couldn’t help blushing as the pretty young woman put a sticker on his shirt, then another one on his arm and as Amanda picked him up … she swatted one onto his butt. One swipe of a card, and a wave, one blush as she blew him a kiss, and they were on their way to the car at a pretty brisk pace. Diaper bag slid in place, Booty in carseat, a quick check and then a snap of the buckles and Amanda was quickly in the drivers seat and starting car. He asked “Mom?” After pulling onto the road heading back to home, she looked up and asked “Yes?” “How many stickers do I have on me?” After a laugh, she answered “Five stickers and a price tag.” Rolling his eyes, he settled in for the twenty some odd minute drive with his sippy cup full of fresh cold Plapple juice. It was the little things. The irony of that saying was lost on him as he stretched in the carseat that was oddly always comfortable. One empty sippy cup of juice, and five minutes later, he closed his eyes for just a moment as the movement from the car relaxed him a bit. A moment later the car door opened and the sun hit his face briefly. He groaned. As he was unbuckled he could hear Mom saying “Well, someone fell asleep in the car.” “Nnnnn. Just closed my eyes.” John cracked an eye open and could see her nodding as she said sarcastically “uh huh. Let’s get you in the house and I’ll get the groceries in.” As she lifted him up and got her arm under his bottom she paused and looked at him at the same time that he felt how thick his diaper was. It was, frankly, huge. Carried through the fence and greeted by a jumping dog was nice. Having his shoes off at the grocery store he was just in his socks, so those didn’t have to be taken off. And Mom stopped and wiped her shoes off on the mat before stepping in to set him down and drop the diaper bag on the couch. As he stood there on the living room floor realizing that he couldn’t make his knees go anywhere near one another, Xerxes came in and smelled all over him. He was suddenly worried that Xerxes could tell he had petted another dog, but it turned out to be a non issue as he started getting a cold nose across his face. Xerxes was just happy to have his little home. When the dog walked over to the door to watch Amanda move in and out carrying in groceries, John tried to take a step with the diaper sagging so low, the plastic was pulling a bit painfully on his hips. At first he gave up and sat down on the carpet, but with an audible squish, he decided he didn’t like that. Plus he was a couple inches off the floor anyway, and that was weirding him out a bit. So that was how he waited patiently, watching his Mom carry in groceries and hurry to put away the cold stuff. Meanwhile his priority in life had been reduced to sitting with his legs under him not putting pressure on his butt. That was it for him at the moment. So naturally he sulked a bit. Finally, what seemed like half an hour, but he knew was really just a few minutes, most of the groceries were put away and Mom was on her way to scoop him up. In what seemed like moments she had him on the changing table. An with no shorts on there was no delay. But he could tell that he did have to scrub his legs and thighs a lot. Before telling him “lift.” After that it was business as usual, but once she was done taping him into a fresh new rough pup, she sat him up instead of lifting him off the table. “Arms up!” He lifted his arms and his shirt was pulled off. Immediately she said “back up!” and he could see her lifting a dark blue onesie up and over him. All he asked was “Onesie?” There was a nod in response as she said “Onesie. You have destroyed two diapers in as many hours, so … lay back … you’re in a onesie until after nap time, for easy changes. Sit up. Okay, I have to go finish things up, and wipe out something that got wet in the carseat. Would you like anything specific for lunch?” Thinking back to what they got he said “Cookies?” “No.” “Peanut butter sandwich?” “Yes.” “THEN cookies?” “One.” “Two?” “One.” “Three?” “None.” “You drive a hard bargain. One it is.” Finally she nodded and said “I thought you would see it my way.” Nodding along he agreed “You’re the Mommy.” That got him scooped up into a hug and deposited on the rug in the living room. A look at his wrist band had him wondering if it was about the time she always insisted he take a nap. Maybe she would let him skip the nap today and he could sit on the porch and draw. It never hurt to hope. After a couple of minutes he found himself in a booster seat looking at a ten inch wide peanut butter and jelly sandwich that had been cut in half diagonally. Only as he started eating it and felt the sandwich leaving traces on his cheek did he realize that this was not going to be a dignified lunch. Nor would it leave him seeming as mature as he surely still was. Not that it mattered, the jelly or the peanut butter, or just SOMETHING tasted like the embodiment of the word delicious. And he couldn’t stop himself until he was out of sandwich and sighing contently while he was being assaulted with a wet rag. When she was done wiping him down, he sat there looking at her expectantly. She looked confused for a moment as she asked “Yes?” The audacity!! His demand was simple: “Cookie.” She laughed. Laughed! He cleared his throat and repeated himself. “Cookie.” At least this time Mom turned around and got the package, holding it out to him “As serious as you are taking this cookie, I don’t think we even needed to get the little variety. Chocolate or Strawberry?” As he stared intently at the package, easily deciding which he wanted, all that was left was to ask “What is different about the little variety, and why even have a different one for us?” Flipping the package over, Amanda pointed to a spot “The little variety is made with something called Little Extract. From my understanding, it’s supposed to help with your different taste buds. Bigs and Littles have … well you know by now.” Smiling up at her, he said “You mean you like freakishly spicy savory foods, and I like sane people food?” With a laugh and a nod she answered “From my point of view it’s the other way around.” “So …” John pointed at the package “What is ummm… what is little extract made of?” Now she was smirking at him “It’s made from littles that didn’t eat their vegetables. So you’re safe… for now.” It was impossible to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he said “Oh God, Aunt Cat would be proud of you.” That got him a hair ruffle as she held out the package “Okay, pick one, and then I’ve got to get some work done fast before someone comes over.” Immediately he pointed “Strawberry, please.” As she handed him the wafer, he was unsurprised that it was generously portioned. Not gigantic by any means, but size wise it was like someone folded a pop tart in half. Despite its size, it seemed to weigh very little. Stopping to smell it suspiciously while Mom’s back was turned as she put the cookies away, he went ahead and took a big bite of the large pink snack. As he bit down into the crunch his brain had a reset moment. Something was so good that it seemed off. As in it shouldn’t be THIS good. Of course, he still finished the bite. And then immediately took another one. Figuring out what was off about it would have to wait. The wafer was crunchy enough that all he heard was himself chewing on it, soft enough that chewing it was delightful, and strawberry enough to just be downright amazing. Plus there was just some other flavor there that didn’t make sense to his brain. But this didn’t have to make sense. As he finished the wafer, he felt honestly a bit zoned out. Never even noticing as his hands were wiped and he was lifted up until he was held up and looking at his Mommy. She was definitely looking at him funny. “Sweety, how are you feeling? Do you need a nap?” Shaking he head he said “No, but another cookie would be great.” Being pulled in for a hug and a coupe of firm pats on the booty, he was told “Maybe one after dinner. As long as you’re good.” Oh, he was totally going to be good, he decided that immediately. Even if he had to cheat to do it.

Chapter Three Michelle had come prepared for the accident–she just tried to act as though she hadn’t. Her regression curse, cast upon Jamie with a simple incantation and a lock of his hair on the same day she’d met him, was a bit of home-brewed magic, and she hadn’t been certain how quickly it would work, but she’d been optimistic about its success and her hope had been rewarded. He’d had plenty of time for the magic to brew before their date, and a few carefully planted nudges–the whipped cream, the discussion of baby books, her efforts to ensure he wouldn’t have time to step into the bathroom–had all done their job perfectly. The bag full of beach supplies provided a good explanation for why she had a large towel ready to lay down, spreading it over her passenger seat before Jamie got in. “See?” she declared, patting the seat. “No problem.” Jamie held his arms over his chest, glancing around uncertainly. His pants were thoroughly soaked, and nothing he could do would hide that fact to passing strangers–he just felt thankful that nobody seemed to recognize him. “I’ve got some clothes that should fit you, or we could go to a store somewhere and get you new pants,” Michelle added, prompting him a bit as she walked around the car. If he asked to be taken home, she wouldn’t have a good reason to say no, but if she prompted him with a binary choice, chances were good he would impulsively answer with an option she gave–and no matter what he picked, she would be happy. Just as she’d predicted, Jamie nodded meekly, buckling himself in, eyes drifting to the wet stain over the crotch of his jeans. “Can we do your place? I don’t want to go out in…thanks.” She smiled, patting him on the knee before she got the car moving. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Accidents happen, right?” “I guess,” Jamie began. “But…” He trailed off, and Michelle pushed a bit further–she didn’t want him to clam up. If things went her way, she’d eventually wear down any barriers between herself and his inner thoughts, she didn’t want him to close her off. “But what? Don’t worry, Jamie, I really don’t mind.” “It just came out of nowhere,” Jamie admitted. “I don’t know. I’ve never lost control like that.” “Well, there’s no sense in worrying about a fluke,” Michelle assured him. “Bodies are weird, okay? Don’t beat yourself up over one accident.” They arrived at her apartment a little later. She half hoped that there would be someone else waiting for the elevator, so she could parade her soon-to-be Little in front of them, but she didn’t have that luck today. They got to her floor without interruption, and just like that, she had Jamie in her house, wearing–she hoped–his last ever pair of grown up underwear. “Just wait here, I’ll get those clothes,” she promised, leaving him to blush and stand in place, fidgeting with his hands, unable to sit without staining her furniture. Her living room was neat and decorated with an overthorough sense of order–she’d recently gone through spring cleaning, purging clutter. Michelle was no minimalist, but she wanted to make room for the inevitable play pen and stuffies that’d be littering the floor before long. Retreating to her bedroom, she pulled a few tags off the new clothes and tucked a pacifier into the front pocket. Hastily looking them over for any obvious tells that they were new, she returned, a smooth lie at the ready as she justified the clothing choice. “My cousin came to visit with her Little recently, and he’s the same size as you–they left a couple things behind. Don’t worry, though, these should be totally discreet.” That last part was even true, or at least true enough. She’d bought the clothes from a Little store, but specifically selected the outfit for this lie. The shortalls only seemed juvenile in that they were shortalls–no cute designs, no flowers, no crotch snaps–and if you couldn’t see the bottom, the onesie would just look like a normal shirt. Holding up the clothes, she added, “Sorry I don’t have any boxers in your size–it’s these or panties, I’m afraid. Nobody will see–it’s just so you’ve got something on down there.” Michelle would have been just as happy if he asked her to go get the panties. Again, she’d jumped ahead of his decision making, forcing a false binary on him so he wouldn’t suggest anything else. She’d learned the trick from a book on dealing with fussy toddlers, and it seemed to work on soon-to-be-Littles just as well. He was hesitant, a blush spreading up his face, but she’d already primed him for this. ‘Nobody will see’. He reached out, accepting the pull-up, turning it over in his hand. She’d sized it right, and the princesses on the front were as cutesy and feminine as she could find. “I guess…” he began, hand moving to his mouth. Michelle’s heart leapt, hoping he might start sucking his thumb right in front of her, but he just chewed on his nail instead. “I’ll just do the pull-ups.” “Of course,” she said, handing him the stack of clothes. She wanted nothing more than to dress him up herself, rendering him cutesy and adorable and claiming him as hers, but for that, she could wait. “And just so you know–as far as I’m concerned, our date hasn’t ended yet. Since we had to leave the cafe early, how’d you feel about maybe turning on a movie?” “Oh!” Jamie’s eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “Yeah, that’d be really nice. Did you have something you wanted to watch?” Michelle walked the verbal tightrope, aiming for suggestive without being too overt. “I don’t really care what’s on the TV,” she explained, leaving it to Jamie to guess what she did care about. “If you want some privacy, you can use my bathroom, okay?” He nodded, face still full of blush, and followed her simple directions. When he locked himself in the bathroom to get changed, Michelle nearly squealed in glee. She’d chosen perfectly–Jamie wasn’t just adorable, his attitude would be perfect once he’d regressed a little more. It had taken a heroic amount of effort not to ask him about adoption paperwork right at the coffee shop, when he’d started talking about childhood books. Michelle hadn’t even done that much to plant the subject, just a well placed question! She imagined him on the floor, asking for uppies or a diaper change, and her heart surged with excitement along with other parts of her body. She could be patient a little longer, but she wanted this boy. The object of her desire returned, waddling out of the bathroom. Even in the unassuming Little clothes, Jamie was darling–bottom ever so slightly puffing from the ‘discreet’ pull-up, shortalls making him look round and juvenile in tiny ways. But, above all that, he had his thumb between his lips, suckling away with a distant look. Seeing that, Michelle nearly lost control of her facade. She raised a hand to her mouth, eyes widening, and Jamie stared back at her. Only then did he look down and seem to notice, removing his thumb in a hurry. “I–” he began, anxiety and fear building in his face. Not just embarrassment, but true worry. “Oh, Jamie,” Michelle began. She wanted to give him a hug and whisper reassurances, but that would be too far. He shook his head, eyes watering. “Michelle, I…I think there’s something wrong with me. Something really wrong.” (Oh, to hell with it,) Michelle thought, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around his body. He tensed, then melted into the hug, embracing her back. “Don’t worry,” Michelle promised. “Whatever’s wrong, I’ll help, okay?” “Okay,” he sniffled, squeezing a little tighter. “Everything is going to be okay. I promise.” Michelle knew then, there was no turning back. This boy was hers. ... I've got some pretty good news! Between Ream and SubscribeStar income, I'm up to over 60% of the income I'd been making on P*treon before they purged all of the ABDL accounts on their site. It's still a blow, but it's a big step up, and I've been able to make up the difference with extra work on the side. Any and all support is always appreciated. 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Chapter 5 --- Sarah stood in her bedroom, nervously double-checking the contents of her overnight bag as her mom watched from the doorway with a reassuring smile. "Okay, so I've got my PJs, my toothbrush, a change of clothes for tomorrow..." Sarah murmured, mentally ticking off each item. Her gaze fell on the package of diapers sitting on her bed, and she swallowed hard. "And...the diapers." Her mom crossed the room and placed a comforting hand on Sarah's shoulder. "You're going to do great, sweetie. We've practiced the routine, and you've got all the supplies you need. Just remember, I'm only a phone call away if you need anything." Sarah leaned into her mom's touch, drawing strength from her steady presence. "I know. Thanks, Mom. I'm just nervous, I guess. What if Kate finds out?" "Then you'll handle it with the same bravery and maturity you've shown throughout this whole process," her mom said firmly. "But let's focus on the positive. You're going to have a wonderful time with your best friend, making memories and strengthening your bond. The diapers are just a small part of that." Sarah nodded, taking a deep breath as she carefully tucked the package of diapers into her bag, nestling them beneath her pajamas. "You're right. Kate and I have been looking forward to this sleepover. I'm not going to let a little bedwetting anxiety ruin it." Her mom beamed, pulling Sarah into a tight hug. "That's my girl. Now, let's go over the plan one more time, just to make sure you feel fully prepared." Sarah recited the steps they'd rehearsed, her voice growing more confident with each point. "When it's time, you’ll come over because I forgot my ‘medication.’ You help me with the diaper in the bathroom. Then in the morning, I'll get up before Kate and change out of the diaper myself, hiding it in the plastic bag we packed." "Perfect," her mom praised. "And remember, if there are any hitches or unexpected challenges, we'll handle them together. You're not alone in this." Sarah smiled, zipping up her overnight bag with a newfound sense of determination. "Thanks, Mom. I feel ready now. Let's do this." The drive to Kate's house was a blur of nervous excitement and last-minute pep talks. By the time they pulled into the driveway, Sarah felt like a coiled spring, ready to either snap or soar. Kate greeted them at the door with a grin, bouncing on her toes. "Sarah! You're here! Come on, I've got so many fun things planned for us." Sarah hugged her friend tightly, the familiar embrace settling her nerves. "I can't wait! Let's get this sleepover started." As Kate led Sarah inside, chattering excitedly about the movies they were going to watch and the junk food they were going to devour, Sarah's mom caught her eye and gave her a discreet thumbs-up. Sarah returned the gesture, her heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and determination. She could do this. She was ready. With a deep breath and a brave smile, Sarah followed Kate into the house, ready to embrace whatever the night had in store. --- Chapter 6 --- Kate stood in front of her bedroom mirror, fidgeting with the hem of her pajama top as her mom watched from the doorway with an encouraging smile. "Are you sure this looks okay, Mom?" Kate asked, turning to the side to examine her reflection. "These PJs are baggy enough to hide a diaper later, right?" Her mom nodded, stepping into the room to give Kate a reassuring hug. "Absolutely, sweetie. You'll be completely covered. No one will suspect a thing." Kate leaned into the embrace, trying to let her mom's confidence soothe her jittery nerves. "I hope so. I just want tonight to be perfect, you know? I don't want the bedwetting stuff to get in the way." "It won't," her mom promised, pulling back to look Kate in the eye. "You've got a great plan, and I'll be right here to help you every step of the way.” Kate asked, “Can we do one last practice run before Sarah gets here? Just to make sure I feel comfortable with the routine?" Her mom hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. We have time before Sarah gets here. I’ll get a diaper and meet you in the bathroom.” Kate took a deep breath, then headed for the bathroom, her mom making a detour to the master bedroom to grab a diaper. Once inside, she laid down on the bed, her heart thumping as her mom gently tugged down her pajama pants. The diaper crinkled as her mom unfolded it, the sound seeming unnaturally loud in the quiet room. Kate held her breath as her mom slid the padding under her bottom before fastening the tabs snugly. "There we go," her mom said, helping Kate sit up. "How does that feel? Not too tight?" Kate shifted experimentally, the bulk of the diaper making her waddle slightly. "It’s comfy - just like usual.” Her mom hugged her again, mindful of the padding. "You're handling this with so much maturity. You’re going to have a great sleepover. I'm proud of you." Kate managed a small smile, drawing strength from her mom's steadfast support. "Thanks, Mom. I couldn't do this without you." They went through the rest of the steps, with Kate changing out of the diaper and hiding it in the pre-arranged plastic bag. By the time they were finished, Kate felt more confident, the routine starting to feel slightly less foreign. Just as they were returning the supplies to their hiding spot in the master bedroom, the doorbell rang, making them both jump. Lucky started barking. "Oh gosh, that's Sarah," Kate said, her stomach flip-flopping with sudden nerves. Her mom chuckled. "Relax, sweetie. You've got this. Just focus on having fun with your friend. The rest will fall into place." Kate took a deep breath, stepping into her underwear and pulling up her clothes. The absence of the diaper felt strange now, almost too light and insubstantial. But she knew it was only temporary. "Okay," she said, squaring her shoulders. "I'm ready. Wish me luck!" Her mom pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. "You don't need luck, honey. You've got this. Now go let Sarah in before she thinks we've forgotten her!" Kate laughed, some of the tension draining from her body. With one last grateful smile at her mom, she hurried to answer the door, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was it. The sleepover she'd been both dreaming of and dreading for weeks. But with her mom's support and a solid plan in place, Kate knew she could face anything. Even crinkly diapers and covert changes. She opened the door to Sarah's bright grin, the sight of her best friend chasing away the last of her nerves. "Sarah! You're here! Come on in, we're going to have the best time ever." And as Sarah stepped inside, Lucky, realizing it was one of his favorite people, switched from barking to tail wagging, trying to get her to throw his toy. Seeing her friend, Kate felt a wave of determination wash over her.

I'm sorry it has taken so long to get this out. I may make a few corrections still, but I wanted everyone to know I have not given up the story. I will not give it up until I finish it. 03-20-24 Update: I fixed a lot of errors and improved the flow. Chapter 25 - Unexpected Addition Darlene's fingers drummed on the cold surface of her desk, her eyes staring blankly at the wall cluttered with sticky notes and IT reports. She still couldn't stop thinking about the meeting with Julian, which made her feel she was being trapped like an animal, desperately clawing for an escape. She wanted a way to vent this out of her system. Anger at Julian, Bryan, and Corporate about how they justified John’s response and pinned John's reckless behavior on her. She was only doing her job, trying to keep Avery safe just as she was asked to do. Their inability to keep their own employee safe from an ill-behaved employee who seems to have a record of issues with other employees somehow is now her fault, and there was nothing they could do but install dam security badges on each floor and entrance/exit. "Ugh," she muttered under her breath, grabbing her personal iPhone phone and swiping through her contacts. She needed someone to vent to, someone who would understand the pressure she was under and the injustice that was served to her. Laurisa and Ashley, her sisters, were always there for her in times like these. Her thumb hovered over their names before she pressed the call. The ringtone kept going on and on. "Come on, pick up," Darlene whispered, willing either of them to answer. But one by one, both calls went straight to voicemail. The weight of frustration settled heavily on her chest. "Damn it," she hissed, quickly typing out a text to both of them: 'I need to talk ASAP. Call me when you can. Really need my sisters right now.' She then proceeded to text her sisters again in desperation. “I really need one of you. I am about to lose it at work.” She sighed, locking her phone and placing it facedown on the desk. Alone with her thoughts, Darlene's mind raced back to the conversation with Julian. They just didn't understand that John was about to hurt Avery. If she let it go on, that is precisely what would have happened. He came up here in a fit of rage and was uncontrollable, yet somehow, she was expected to reign him in with calm and delicate talking. Avery had already finished his second cup of coffee and wanted to check on Darlene. He glanced down at his favorite coffee mug adorned with colorful Legos. Despite its sentimental value, it was covered in dark, crusty stains. Avery knew Darlene would see the mess and tease him. From the thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. So, he made his way to the communal kitchen, trying to ignore the uncomfortable bulkiness of his diaper underneath his sweatpants. In that moment, he longed for the simplicity of pull-ups, which were much easier to hide and more comfortable beneath clothing. It was a thought he never imagined he would have in his adult life. When Avery entered the kitchen area, a couple of employees were talking. Avery put his head down as he passed them by and went to the sink to wash his coffee mug. He could hear them discussing the new security measures. "Nice outfit," a voice jibed, breaking Avery's concentration. He looked down only to realize his shit was only half buttoned and showed his white shirt underneath, which was really his onesie; half his shirt was tucked into his pants, and the other half hanging out the sides of his pants. His face flushed as he looked up to see two of Darlene’s employees smirking at him. Avery turned away from them and faced the kitchen sink as he buttoned up his shirt as panic surged. Avery forced himself to remain calm. Surely, they didn't know about the diaper. Surely, Darlene hadn’t said anything to them, but Avery still felt exposed, as if they knew his secret. It didn’t matter; Avery couldn't help but feel self-conscious as the comment was made, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He hated that he had to wear bulky diapers, and the onesie Darlene had bought for him only made him feel more exposed. Yet, it was necessary to keep his secret hidden. Their comments didn’t help him shake off the constant reminder of his vulnerability. The internal struggle between wanting to hide and needing to accept his new reality waged within him. After buttoning up and tucking in his shirt, Avery turned around to face his coworkers. “Thanks," Avery replied tersely. He tried his best to ignore the comment. Then he put the coffee mug in the sink and placed some soap in it. He began washing the outside and inside of the mug, making sure to remove any lingering stains or residue. While he rinsed his mug, he could hear the coworkers’ mumbling words, but he couldn’t make them out. His heart panicked, and he wanted out of the kitchen as fast as possible. Avery was paranoid because he just knew the coworkers were talking about him. When he finished cleaning his coffee mug, Avery walked over and knocked on the office door before entering. "Is everything okay, Darlene?" Avery asked cautiously, opening the door slowly and peering into the office. His eyes were filled with concern, but he kept a respectful distance, sensing her need for space. "Fine, Avery," she lied, forcing herself to smile. "Just dealing with some... management issues." She didn't want to burden him with her problems, especially considering the struggles he was already facing in the current environment. She knew all too well about his fragile state and the anxiety that plagued him. "Alright," he said hesitantly. “Do you mind if I grab another cup of coffee?” Avery held out his Lego coffee mug. Darlene just nodded and said, “Sure.” Her voice was dry and monotone—not the normal Darlene, and certainly not the one he met prior to this weekend at her house. Avery walked over to the Keurig and placed a K-cup in there labeled morning brew. He then went to the small office fridge and found his normal bottle of creamer labeled “Avery’s Creamer”. He turned to see if Darlene was watching, but she wasn’t. She was focused on either her email or her iPhone. He could feel her anxiety even though she was trying to hide it. Afterward, he poured his creamer into the coffee mug, set it on the Keurig, and pressed brew. Avery watched Darlene from behind. He wasn’t sure what to say. He knew this was all his fault, and she was hiding the real reason for her frustration. For some strange reason, he wanted to sit on her lap and hug her, but he refrained from doing it. She probably didn’t need a hug and would push him away right now. He was bad at reading people, and this wasn’t a time to try. Once the coffee was complete, Avery began to retreat back to his work. "If you need anything, though, I'm here." "Thank you, Avery," she whispered, grateful for his unwavering support. But right now, what she really needed was her sisters' advice. As Darlene tried to refocus on her work, she couldn't help but feel helpless, trapped within the confines of her own thoughts, the expectations of others, and the injustice she felt. Avery returned to his office to start working again, aware that he had changed the whole office atmosphere with the incident last Thursday. He couldn’t get over the feeling that everyone was looking at him, but he didn’t dare look up to see if he was right. As he sat down and sipped his coffee. Avery took a deep breath and tried to block out the distractions around him. It wasn’t long till Avery's fingers danced over the keyboard, the rhythmic tapping a soothing counterpoint to the chaos that had been swirling around him all morning. He finally had let go of the thoughts that the security cards were his fault, even though he could hear the whispers down the hallways and across the cubicles. He was able to immerse himself in his research on cell walls, seeking to understand better their structure and function for the drug interaction project he'd been assigned. The screen before him was filled with diagrams and molecular schematics, each more complex than the last. His heart pounded in his chest in excitement as he attempted to refocus on the task at hand, which he loved. He read that the cell wall lies outside the plasma membrane, which defines the boundaries of the cell itself. The wall is freely permeable to most molecules, but the membrane exhibits selective permeability, tending to concentrate specific dissolved molecules and ions inside the cell. This complicated the matter of how he could calculate the external and internal pressure effects on the cell wall, which he knew he needed to figure out to make these custom drugs effective. As he delved deeper into his research, Avery's thoughts wandered to Darlene, her own struggles weighing heavily on his mind. He wished there was more he could do to support her, but for now, all he could do was focus on his work and prove himself to be a valuable asset in their ongoing battle against cancer – and against the challenges they faced both within and beyond the walls of their workplace. A few hours passed as Avery's eyes darted between the lines of text on his computer screen, furiously absorbing every last bit of information about cell walls. The pressure of the onesie and diaper beneath his clothing weighed heavily on him today, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but at this moment, this wasn’t what he was focused on. He clenched his jaw, determined not to let it hold him back. This whole day had not been what he had hoped to come back to. "Guess what, Avery?" A familiar voice cut through the tense silence, and he looked up to see Christy standing behind him in a pretty light blue work dress, the delicate light hugging her slender frame. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as always. A hint of perfume lingered in the air, a subtle but alluring scent that added to her charm. She radiated energy and vitality as the always positive girl he had come to know. "Hey, Christy," Avery said, confused about why she was here since they didn’t have any time set up to work on anything together today. "What's going on? What are you doing here?" "Looks like we're about to be full-time work neighbors," she announced eagerly, gesturing to Bryan approaching with two boxes of office supplies in his arms. She grinned at Avery, her dimples deepening as she giggled in anticipation. "Really? That's great!" Avery forced a slight smile, though his mind raced with uncertainty. How would having a new coworker impact his already delicate situation? He didn’t want Christy to know about his diapers or, worse, about Darlene inspecting his diaper. Avery was also sure this had something to do with John, and once again, this was his fault in his mind. "Good morning, Avery," Bryan said. "I hope you don't mind us invading your space a little." "Of course not," Avery replied, trying to sound genuine but not so sure about this. "It'll be nice to have some company." Christy's enthusiasm seemed to be authentic as she started to grab one of the boxes from Bryan. "Is it okay if we put these boxes down on your desk for the moment until we know where I'm going to sit?" Christy asked, gesturing to the second box she held. "Sure," Avery managed to say, forcing a semi-fake smile onto his face. His thoughts churned like storm-tossed waves, threatening to pull him under. He really liked Christy but as an office mate. He wasn’t sure. "Here, let me help you with that," Avery offered, rising from his seat to take the box from Bryan’s hands before Christy could get to it. The box’s weight surprised him, and he nearly staggered under its bulk. “What in the world did she bring with her?” he thought to himself. He knew he should be grateful for the distraction her arrival provided—a brief respite from the relentless nagging feeling that all this was his fault—but in fact, it was just another reminder that it was his fault and another chance to be found out. "Thanks, Avery!" Christy beamed at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I can't wait to get settled in." There again was her enthusiastic voice. In fact, she was glad to be getting away from John and his two cohorts. It would be much better to be close to Avery and help him program his mathematical solutions in the software. Avery couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at her carefree attitude—something he had lost touch with long ago. "Let's go see where Darlene wants to put you," Bryan said, leading the way toward the office door. Avery placed the box on his desk, still feeling the shock of Christy's unexpected move.” Want to come with us, Avery?” Bryan clapped Avery on the shoulder. Avery just nodded yes, stood up, and followed behind Bryan and Christy. He prayed that neither of them could see the bulk or hear the slight crinkly sounds of the diaper he was wearing. As they approached Darelene’s office, Avery thought to himself that he was honestly a little shocked that Darlene would have agreed to this. But then it dawned on him as they approached: Darlene probably didn’t know. She would have told him. Bryan's knuckles rapped against the closed door, and Avery couldn't help but hold his breath. He could envision the conversation that was about to take place - the confusion, frustration, and possibly even anger that would follow. A wave of guilt washed over him, knowing he was adding to Darlene's already stressful day. The door opened, revealing a puzzled Darlene, who took in the sight of Bryan and Chisty standing together and Avery standing behind them. Bryan smiled. “Good morning, Darlene. I am so grateful you agreed to this. I need to know where you plan to let Christy sit," Bryan smiled. "What? No one told me about Christy coming up here," Darlene replied, both surprised and upset. Her gaze flicked to Avery, who felt he'd been caught red-handed, even though he'd had no part in the decision and no clue about it ahead of time. Avery quickly interjected, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "I apologize, Darlene. This caught me off guard as well. I had no idea Christy would be joining us until just now." "Didn't Julian tell you?" Bryan asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "We're moving Christy up here for her protection away from John." Bryan watched as he read Darlene’s puzzled and upset facial expressions. “I thought Julian had already discussed this with you. He told me he was going to talk to you this morning." Bryan said hastily, trying to defuse the tension. "It's just a temporary arrangement." “Temporary by what means?! Till you get, John fired?!” Darlene quickly responded in anger. As the conversation continued, Avery became increasingly distracted by the warmth of his body and the confines of the onesie he wore beneath his clothes. He tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady, but his heart raced, fueled by anxiety and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, as he stood there feeling helpless to control this situation. Avery's heart clenched as a stepped back up against the back wall of Darlene’s office. He listened to the heated exchange between Darlene and Bryan just beyond his cubicle. He could feel the tension thicken in the air, and a knot formed in his stomach. It was apparent that Darlene wasn't happy about this unexpected change, especially since she had yet to be consulted first. He hated tense situations and never did good with them. "An IT department isn't the place for Christy," Darlene argued, her voice rising with frustration. "This isn’t a research center dedicated to some magical DNA cancer treatments and a hideout for employees who are afraid of your troublemakers." He couldn't help but empathize with Darlene's plight – she'd taken him under her wing when no one else would, and now it seemed her generosity was being taken advantage of. "Look, I understand your concerns," Bryan attempted to soothe her, his tone measured and calm. Avery's heart raced as he heard Bryan acknowledge Darlene's concerns. His anxiety increased, and he felt a sudden need to pee. "We know it's not ideal," Bryan said, "but we're worried about Christy's safety with John and his friends harassing her. With the new security badge system causing tensions, we need to take precautions." The mention of John made Avery's bladder twinge even more, but he tried to ignore the urge to use the bathroom. He wanted to be present for this conversation in case his name came up, though his body protested against his will. Plus, he was trapped inside Darlene’s Office with Bryan and Christy blocking the way. "Christy is the last person I'm taking in from your department," Darlene snapped, her voice raised so that anyone nearby could hear it. "You can't expect me to house your whole R&D center just because you can't control John and his fucking behavior." It took all of Darlene’s emotion and resolve not to slam the door on them. Avery winced at the outburst, clenching his thighs together instinctively. He could no longer deny the pressure building in his bladder, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the room. It felt like a choice between preserving his dignity, staying informed, and not looking like he didn’t care about what happened with Christy, and he didn't know which option was more terrifying. "Darlene, we would appreciate your help and understanding in this matter," Bryan replied, his voice tense but controlled. "We'll find a solution to the John issue as soon as possible." Darlene couldn't help but roll her eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. She knew that the solution was to ignore it and pretend like it would never happen again. Plus, they wanted to make an example out of her for office violence. Avery's mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. Should he try to slip away now or risk embarrassment by waiting too long? The sudden silence in the room interrupted his thoughts, signaling that the discussion had temporarily ended. Panic gripped him as he realized he'd missed his chance to escape unnoticed. "Get it together, Avery," he thought, forcing himself to focus on his work. "You've faced worse situations before." "Please, just let me make it through this," he silently prayed. "I can't afford another slip-up." The air in the office seemed to thicken as the silence continued. Then Darlene's voice reverberated off the walls again, her anger palpable. Avery, already on edge from desperately needing to use the restroom, felt his heart rate spike at the sudden outburst. His grip on his own self-control wavered, and in that moment of terror, he lost the battle. Warmth spread through the diaper between his legs, rapidly soaking up the unexpected release. Avery's cheeks burned with humiliation, and he tried to shift his body to the side of the door frame, trying to hide any evidence of his accident. The bulky padding now felt even more intrusive, a constant reminder of his failure to keep control. Christy, oblivious to the situation unfolding just a few feet away, had been observing the heated exchange with wide eyes. When she finally glanced over at Avery, she noticed him standing uncomfortably and shifting his posture, a pained expression etched across his face. Concern filled her, and she hurried over to check on him. "Hey, are you okay?" Christy whispered close to Avery, genuine worry in her voice. Avery forced a tight-lipped smile and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't want to draw any more attention to himself, especially with everyone on edge and arguing. It took all of his willpower to keep his gaze focused on Bryan and Darlene. "Alright, if you need anything, just let me know," Christy whispered close to him, puzzled by Avery's behavior. Darlene finally let out a long sigh, her frustration dissipating slightly. "Fine," she relented, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "But this is the last time, Bryan. I can't keep taking in people from other departments just because management can't control their employees." "Thank you, Darlene," Bryan said gratefully. "I promise we'll work on finding a more permanent solution." As the conversation drew close, Avery wanted to waddle back to his office and sit in his chair, defeated yet again, but he was wet and needed a change into a fresh diaper before he accidentally leaked. It wasn't that he had anything against Christy - quite the opposite, in fact. But the prospect of having someone so close to him, someone who could potentially discover his secret, filled him with dread. He felt a tear start to swell up around his eyes. "Get a grip, Avery, don’t start to cry now," he muttered under his breath as he felt the warmth of his diaper as it swelled up around his crotch. "Alright," Darlene relented, sighing. Christy, you'll be two desks down from Avery." "Thanks, Darlene," Christy said nodding gratefully, walking back to her new spot to begin unpacking her belongings. Avery watched from the corner of Darlene’s door, not moving till everyone left. Avery then slipped towards Darlene's desk, heart pounding in his chest. The shame hung heavy in the air around him, making it difficult to breathe. "Darlene, I..." he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had another accident” as a tear slide down his face and his head hung low. "Did you bring a spare diaper in your backpack?" Darlene asked gently; concern etched across her face as she realized the argument was stressful for the boy. "Y-yes," Avery stammered, avoiding her gaze. "Alright, go get it, then." Avery wiped his tears before he left the room. Darlene got up and started closing the blinds to her office and waited for him to return. Avery quickly picked up his backpack, not paying attention to Christy, who was watching him walk back to Darelen’s office with it. When he came back with his backpack, she locked the door behind them. "Sit down," Darlene instructed, gesturing to the chair by her desk. Avery did as he was told, trying to keep his composure while his mind raced. Darlene's gentle yet firm voice offered advice, "Next time, try to remain calm. Perhaps you could practice some breathing exercises and visualize a happy place. There are some helpful apps for that." She reminded him that he couldn't let these incidents occur frequently, or others might start to question them. "I know," Avery mumbled, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tried to focus on the patterns in the carpet beneath his feet, but his thoughts kept intruding, taunting him with images of his coworkers' reactions if they ever found out. "Okay, let's get you changed," Darlene perked up but kept her tone professional as she opened a drawer and the supplies she brought with her this morning. "And when we're done, we both need to get back to work." "Right," Avery agreed, his voice barely audible. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself for yet another diaper change. He opened his backpack, pulled out his only spare diaper, and handed it to Darlene. It felt odd to be offering this exchange. Darlene spread out a large towel on the office floor, careful to smooth out any wrinkles. She then carefully arranged a few essential items: a package of baby wipes and a bottle of sweet-smelling baby powder. As he watched her, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of using such items for their intended purpose. But Darlene didn't seem fazed at all, simply going about her business with a calm and confident demeanor. He couldn't help but be grateful for her as he didn’t realize this was her maternal instinct at play here. "Alright, lay down on the soft towel so I can change you into a fresh, clean diaper," Darlene instructed gently as she patted the towel. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sense of awareness and fear creeping over him, not because of Darlene but because Christy was just outside, within earshot. He could imagine her giggling if she knew his predicament. As he got up off the chair, he began to unzip his pants and step out of them, revealing the bottom of his onesie. “Do I take this off?” he asked confused. Darlene looked up at him, as she was already on her knee. “No need; the snaps are made for easy access just as I did before. Now, come on and lay down.” She patted the towel. The humiliation of these diaper changes had become all too familiar, yet a small part of him craved the comfort they provided and the attention he got from Darlene. Avery placed his pants on the chair and laid on the large towel. As Darlene leaned over to him, Avery closed his eyes and focused on the slow rise and fall of his chest. The shame still clung to him like a second skin, but he resolved to push past it and told himself to return and concentrate on his work when this was done praying Christy wouldn’t find out. He felt Darlene unbuttoned the onesie as he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, focusing on the patterns within the acoustic tiles. "Do I have to have the baby powder again?" he asked, hoping for the answer ‘no’ as he continued to stare up. Darlene looked down at him and replied, her tone firm but gentle. "As I said before, it's necessary to prevent diaper rash, so just trust me." He sighed, knowing she was right. But it didn't make the process any less mortifying. He heard the tapes unfasten from his diaper as she pulled the front end of the soaked diaper off, exposing him. He then lifted his hips as she slid the wet diaper from underneath him and then slid a new, fresh, disposable diaper into its place. He gritted his teeth as she applied the cold otion and baby powder, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath her touch. He tried to connect the dots on the ceiling, hoping he wouldn’t get erect from her gentle touch on his sensitive parts. He could smell the heavy scent of baby powder in the air as it was applied to him. "Almost done," Darlene murmured, fastening the fresh diaper and then pulling the onesie in place, snapping the crotch back together. She helped him sit up, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. “You're doing great, Avery. Just remember to breathe and stay calm when you get nervous. Maybe you can prevent this future." After Darlene finished helping him, he quietly said a grateful "thank you." As Avery stood up, Darlene's hand almost reached out to pat his bottom, but she stopped herself, realizing what she was about to do. He then pulled his pants back on, feeling the added bulk of a new, fresh diaper underneath his onesie and trousers. "Of course," she replied, reassuringly squeezing his shoulder. "Now, let's get back out there and show them what you’re made of." It was almost as if she was giving encouragement to a boy not a young man. The embarrassment weighed heavily, but he couldn't afford to wallow in it. Suppressing a shudder, he picked up his backpack like he was about to head home and brought it back to his office. "Focus, Avery," he silently urged himself, knowing Christy was just outside Darlene’s office setting up her new desk. You can't change what happened, but you can keep it from happening again. You are smarter than this, stronger than this." He told himself as he did his best to hold back a tear. With that, he exited the office, determined to put the incident behind them and move forward with their day. A cacophony of thoughts raced through Avery's mind as he tried to drown out the sounds of Christy unpacking her belongings nearby. Christy glanced up from her unpacking, her gaze lingering on the closed blinds of Darlene's office. Curiosity piqued, she watched Avery return with his backpack, his body language tense and uneasy. The door clicked shut behind him, and Christy couldn't help but wonder if he was in trouble for something. "Is everything okay?" Christy asked genuine concern in her voice. "Everything's fine," Avery replied, trying to sound casual. "Just a minor issue." "Alright then," Christy said, nodding slowly as she returned to setting up her desk. Avery settled back at his desk, praying that the walls of the office had been thick enough to keep their secret safe. He focused on his research, determined not to let his anxiety get the better of him. Avery's heart raced as he returned to his desk again and slowly started to settle down, the scent of baby powder clinging to him like a cloak. Sitting down and looking at the computer, he did his best, trying not to draw attention to himself. Christy glanced at him from her new workstation; curiosity continued to be etched on her face. She didn’t feel like Avery was being straight with her and something was wrong. "Hey, Avery, can I pick your brain about this problem I'm working on that has your formulas?" she asked, strolling over with a notepad in hand. "I could use a fresh perspective." "Sure, let me take a look," Avery replied, attempting to calm his nerves. He was starting to focus on the equations before him, finding solace in their complexity. Avery began to explain the purpose and reasoning behind the equations. As they delved deeper into the project, Christy leaned in closer, her nose wrinkling delicately at a familiar scent. Soft notes of baby powder wafted toward her, causing her to pause and comment, "You smell like... baby powder?" Avery's muscles tensed when he heard the words. He struggled to maintain his composure. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck as he hastily responded, "Oh, uh, it's just a new laundry detergent." He prayed that she would accept his flimsy excuse. "It's supposed to be good for sensitive skin." "Ah, I see," Christy mused, raising her eyebrows with a hint of skepticism. She didn't press the matter further, but Avery could tell she was still puzzled by his choice of scent. The faint aroma of baby powder lingered in the air around them, mixing with the heady scent of coffee from their nearby cups. Avery quickly explained why he did what he did with the calculations that Christy was asking about. Christy finally agreed to his method. “it will be tricky to program, but I think I can figure something out.” She smiled. A wave of relief washed over Avery as Christy walked back with the notes she had taken and sat back down at her desk. They both separately drove back to their work. His mind whirred with calculations and possible solutions, grateful for the distraction from his earlier ordeal. Meanwhile, Darlene finally connected with her sister, Laurisa, on the phone when she called her back. She was eager to vent about the day's events and seek their advice. “Finally, you call me back. What took you so long?” Darlene exclaimed in a panicked and upset voice, feeling slightly neglected by her sister's delayed response. "Sorry, I was at the police department for new clients. They needed me to review their cases and complete all the necessary paperwork." Laurisa replied, her tone a bit strained as she became defensive of her own important work. Darlene could hear the exhaustion and frustration in her sister's voice and immediately regretted her initial outburst. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that your work isn't important, too." She apologized sincerely, understanding the demands of her sister's job. “Darlene paused, trying not to cry from the stressful day. “I just really need my sisters, and I can’t talk about it here. I know it is short notice, but can we all meet up for dinner tonight? I really need to talk to you girls about what's been happening at work. I am about to lose it." Darlene said, her voice strained with frustration. "Of course," Laurisa agreed, concern evident in her tone. "We'll be there for you, sis. Just tell us where and when." "Great. Let's meet at that Greek place we love around four pm if that isn’t too early. It is the only way I think we will get any reservations this late in the week." Darlene suggested, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “No problem, I can get out of work early, and I am sure Ashley can too. Her work hours are generally not till late in the day.” Laurisa and Darlene both laughed. “I will make reservations for the three of us,” Laurisa replied. Darlene thought for a second. If they were going to leave work early, she needed to take Avery with her to ensure his protection. “No, make it four.” She paused. “I am going to bring Avery, the one I talked about previously.” “Oh really? It will be interesting to meet him,” Laurisa said. “First, you can’t Psychoanalyze the boy. The poor boy is confused enough as it is.” “Okay, I won’t. At least I won’t out loud. My job is to psychoanalyze people, and I can’t just turn it off,” Laurisa giggled. With that, Darlene hung up the phone, grateful for her sisters' unwavering support. As Avery and Christy continued work separately with only one empty desk between them, he found himself growing more comfortable in her presence, forgetting about the scent of baby powder. The earlier tension seemed to dissipate, replaced by the shared language of numbers and logic. For now, at least, his secret remained safe. About an hour later, Darlene came out of her office to talk to Avery. Christy looked up. Darlene was quick to the point. “Avery, I am going to leave work early at 3:30 pm today to have an early dinner with my sisters. With everything that has happened today and last week, I want you to leave with me and come to dinner. I just want to make sure your safe when I am not around. I don’t yet trust the badge system.” Avery looked up to see that in her expression, “No” wasn’t an answer Darlene would accept; however, it would be nice to leave before Christy so he would not have to worry about being caught in the elevator with his diaper on. Plus, lunch with Darlene last week was a wonderful break from fast food. “Sure, just give me five minutes heads up to wrap everything up.” Darlene nodded as she walked over to Christy and began talking to her. Darlene wanted to apologize for her previous behavior, saying she was taken off guard and that it wasn’t her fault she was so upset. Christy's face lit up with a radiant smile as she looked up at Darlene and they began to talk, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth and excitement as they always seem to do. Avery couldn't help but steal a glance at her, his heart clenching as he watched her chat animatedly with Darlene, possibly about her new workspace. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about him, and the thought made his stomach churn with nervousness. Despite his desire to join in on their conversation, Avery stayed rooted in his seat, feeling left out and unsure of what they were discussing. He couldn't take his eyes off Christy, who seemed genuinely thrilled about something. As Darlene and Christy shook hands, Avery pretended to be focused on his work, trying not to eavesdrop. When Darlene approached him with a smile and an air of excitement, Avery couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. "Guess what, Avery," she said, practically bouncing with anticipation. He looked up at her, trying to act surprised by her sudden appearance. "What?" he asked eagerly. "Christy will be joining us for dinner!" Darlene announced gleefully. Avery tried to hide his nerves, but it was clear from the way his hands shook that he was taken aback. "I-I mean, that's great," he stuttered, attempting to sound enthusiastic. "I just wasn't expecting it." Darlene looked confused by his reaction. "I thought you would enjoy her company," she said innocently. Avery nodded quickly, trying to play it cool. "I do, I do. It's just...surprising." Inside, he was brimming with questions about what had just transpired between them and whether or not Christy knew about him wearing diapers. But outwardly, he put on a mask of composure and simply replied, "Christy is a wonderful person." "Perfect, Christy will join us at the restaurant around 4 pm," Darlene said with a hint of hesitation. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had made a mistake by inviting her. However, with John lurking around and keeping a watchful eye on her was her duty. It seemed necessary to have invited her for safety. With a sigh, Darlene headed back to her office to wrap up the day's work. The anticipation of meeting her sisters and sharing all the events of the day filled her with some comfort. As she finished her work and shut down her computer, she could already picture herself sitting at the restaurant table, laughing and exchanging stories with her sisters, who were her best friends.

Hey everyone. Over the last week I've been playing with AI chatbots and LLMs to see how they do with ABDL content. I think it turned out pretty well, and now I have about 13k edited words worked into a story, and maybe 20k more once I get around to editing them, fitting them into the narrative arc, etc. One note - it starts a bit heavy, but gets lighter. Full disclosure: this was written in collaboration with an LLM, but directed and edited by me. What's weird about this is that it really felt like it was a collaboration to me - some of the elements that made me want to develop the story more came from the LLM. --- Chapter 1 Sarah stepped off the school bus and walked up to her house, her backpack bouncing lightly with each step. As she opened the front door, the smell of her mom's chocolate chip cookies wafted out to greet her. "Hi honey, how was your day?" her mom, Lisa, called out from the kitchen. "Fine," Sarah replied, setting her backpack down by the door. She headed to the kitchen, hoping to sneak a warm cookie, but stopped short when she saw her mom's serious expression. Lisa gestured for Sarah to sit at the kitchen table. "Sweetie, I wanted to talk to you about something. I know the pull-ups haven't been working well lately to keep your bed dry at night." Sarah's shoulders slumped a little, but she tried to keep a brave face. "Yeah, they've been leaking a lot." Lisa reached over and gently squeezed her hand. "I have an idea I wanted to run by you - what if we tried using tape-on diapers at night instead? They're more absorbent than the pull-ups." Sarah wrinkled her nose at the mention of diapers. "But mom, diapers are for babies! I'm way too old for those." "I know this isn't easy," Lisa said, her voice soft with understanding. "But wearing diapers at night doesn't make you a baby. They're just a tool to help keep you dry and comfortable while we work on this together." Sarah chewed on her lower lip, thinking it over. The idea of wearing diapers made her feel self-conscious, but she was also tired of waking up in a wet bed. "Do you really think they'd help?" Lisa smiled reassuringly. "I think it's worth a try. And remember, your dad and I love you no matter what - diapers or no diapers. We're so proud of how brave you're being about all of this." Sarah managed a small smile at that, feeling a little bit lighter. "Okay, I guess we can try the diapers. But only at night, right?" "That's right, honey. Just at nighttime, and no one else ever has to know." Lisa stood up and grabbed a cookie from the cooling rack, handing it to Sarah with a wink. "Now, how about we have some of these cookies and you can tell me all about your day? I heard a rumor that a certain someone aced her spelling test!" Sarah grinned, biting into the warm, gooey cookie. As she began to recount her day, the worry about the diapers faded a bit. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but with her mom and dad's love and support, she felt like maybe she could handle this new challenge. *** A few days later, Sarah arrived home from school and found her mom, Lisa, in the kitchen, preparing dinner. "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" Lisa asked, looking up from the vegetables she was chopping. "Fine," Sarah replied, grabbing a snack from the pantry. As she turned around, she noticed a package on the counter. Curiosity piqued, she read the label: "Youth Diapers." Lisa saw her looking and gave a warm smile. "Ah, I see you've spotted our new helpers. I know it might seem a little strange at first, but I think these could really make a difference with the nighttime leaks." Sarah bit her lip, feeling a mix of emotions. "Do I have to wear them?" she asked hesitantly. Lisa put down her knife and came over to give Sarah a reassuring hug. "Let's just give them a try and see how it goes. Remember, this is only for nighttime, and no one else ever has to know. If they don't work out, we'll put our heads together and come up with another plan." Sarah leaned into her mom's embrace, drawing comfort from her steady presence. "Okay, I guess we can try them." "That's my brave girl," Lisa praised, giving Sarah an extra squeeze before returning to her cooking. "I'm making your favorite tonight - spaghetti and meatballs. Why don't you tell me about that science project you were working on while I finish up?" As Sarah launched into an explanation of her potato battery experiment, the diapers faded to the back of her mind. Laughing and chatting with her mom over dinner, she felt a little more ready to face this new challenge. That evening, after dinner and a shower, Sarah's mom brought one of the diapers into her bedroom. "Let's make sure it fits alright. Do you want to try putting it on yourself first?" Sarah hesitated, then shook her head, feeling overwhelmed. Her mom smiled gently, "That's okay. Lay down and I'll help you." With shaky breaths, Sarah laid on her bed, dressed in an oversized t-shirt. Her mom unfolded the diaper, and Sarah's eyes widened at how thick and crinkly it looked. She squirmed as her mom slid it under her bottom and pulled it up between her legs, securing it snugly around her waist. The bulk felt strange and uncomfortable. "How does that feel? Not too tight?" her mom asked as Sarah slowly sat up, acutely aware of the diaper crinkling with every move. "It's okay... just weird," Sarah mumbled, her face burning, as she put on her pajamas. Her mom tucked her into bed, trying to keep things as normal as possible, even with the obvious diaper bulge under the covers. "I'm proud of you," she said softly, kissing Sarah's forehead. Sarah lay awake for a while, intensely aware of the diaper's presence. She worried about waking up wet, wondering if it would leak like the pull-ups usually did. Mostly though, she just felt embarrassed and babyish as the crinkly plastic constantly reminded her of what she was wearing. *** The next morning, Sarah woke up slowly, blinking against the sunlight streaming through her curtains. As she stretched, she became aware of an unfamiliar sensation - the diaper between her legs was thick and squishy, but the sheets beneath her were dry. Sitting up, Sarah patted the bed around her, marveling at the lack of damp spots. A small smile tugged at her lips as she realized the diapers had done their job. Just then, there was a soft knock at the door. "Sarah? You awake, sweetie?" Lisa called softly, peeking her head in. Sarah nodded, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious about her wet diaper. "Yeah, I'm up." Lisa came in and sat on the edge of the bed, giving Sarah a warm smile. "And how did the diapers hold up? Did you stay dry?" Sarah fidgeted with the edge of her blanket. "The diaper's wet," she admitted. "But the bed's all dry." "That's wonderful, honey!" Lisa praised, giving Sarah a big hug. "I'm so proud of you. I know this isn't easy, but you're handling it with such maturity." Sarah leaned into the hug, feeling a mix of emotions - relief that the diapers had worked, happiness at her mom's praise, and still a little embarrassment at needing them at all. As if sensing her thoughts, Lisa pulled back and looked Sarah in the eye. "Remember, sweetheart, this doesn't define you. You're still my smart, brave, amazing Sarah, no matter what. And we're going to keep working on this together, okay?" Sarah nodded, blinking back a few tears. "Okay, Mom. Thanks." "Now, what do you say we get you out of that wet diaper and ready for the day? I think I smell Daddy's famous pancakes cooking downstairs!" Lisa grinned, tickling Sarah's side. Sarah giggled, the heaviness of the moment lifting. "With chocolate chips?" "Is there any other kind?" Lisa winked, helping Sarah out of bed. As Lisa helped her out of the wet diaper and into a clean pair of underwear, Sarah felt a little flicker of hope amidst the mixed emotions. Maybe, with her parents' love and support, she really could get through this. "Race you to the kitchen!" Sarah challenged, taking off down the hall with a laugh. Lisa chuckled, following behind at a jog. "Oh, you're on!" As they bounded into the kitchen, Michael looked up from the stove with a grin. "There are my two favorite girls! Who's ready for some world-famous chocolate chip pancakes?" "Me!" Sarah exclaimed, climbing up onto her stool at the counter. As Michael slid a stack of fluffy pancakes onto her plate, winking at her over the syrup bottle, Sarah felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the food. Sure, the diapers were still new and a little weird. But here, laughing with her mom and dad over a delicious breakfast, she knew she was loved and supported, no matter what. And that made all the difference. *** Sarah arrived home from school to find Lisa waiting for her in the living room, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Hi sweetie, how was your day?" Sarah shrugged, setting down her backpack. "It was okay, I guess." Her eyes fell on the diaper laid out on the coffee table, and she felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach. Lisa patted the couch next to her. "Come sit with me for a minute. I was thinking it might help to practice wearing your diaper for a bit before bedtime tonight. Just to get used to the feeling." Sarah's cheeks flushed at the suggestion. "Right now? But what if Daddy sees?" "Daddy's still at work, honey. It's just us," Lisa reassured her. "And remember, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. This is just a part of our new routine, like brushing our teeth or putting on pajamas." Sarah hesitated, then nodded, settling onto the couch beside her mom. Lisa helped her wiggle out of her jeans and underwear, keeping up a steady stream of light chatter about her day to help Sarah feel more at ease. As Lisa brought the front of the diaper up snugly and taped it securely at the sides, Sarah couldn't help but giggle. "It's so crinkly!" Lisa grinned, poking Sarah's nose playfully. "The crinkliest! But you know what that means? It will keep you dry." Sarah reached for her jeans, but her mom stopped her. "Those might be a bit snug over the diaper, honey. It's pretty thick. Why don't you just wear it like this for a little while, since we're staying in?" Sarah wanted to protest, but the words stuck in her throat. Clad in only a t-shirt and the bulky diaper, she felt more exposed than ever. Gingerly, she stood up, blushing at how the thick padding forced her legs apart. For the next half hour, Sarah went about her usual after-school routine - having a snack, watching a little TV, starting on her homework. The diaper felt bulky and weird at first, but as she got caught up in her activities, she found herself forgetting about it for minutes at a time. That is, until the first twinge from her bladder reminded her of its presence. Sarah froze, the urge to pee suddenly at the forefront of her mind. Usually, she'd just run to the bathroom without a second thought. But now, with the diaper... She thought of asking her mom for help, but didn’t want to do anything to draw attention to the diaper. She pressed her legs together tightly, trying to hold it, but the bulk of the diaper made it difficult. A small spurt of urine dampened the front of the diaper and Sarah froze, panicking. She desperately tried to clench her muscles, but the need overpowered her and she felt herself fully relaxing. The diaper grew warm and heavy between her legs as it absorbed the flood. Sarah felt hot tears pricking her eyes. The sensation of purposely wetting herself was distressing and humiliating. When the flow finally stopped, she sat motionless, overwhelmed by the soggy bulk encasing her. "Sarah? Everything alright?" Her mom came in from the kitchen and immediately noticed her daughter's distress. "Oh honey, did you have an accident?" The kind words broke Sarah's composure and she started to cry, covering her face. Her mom sat beside her and pulled her into a hug, letting her sob into her shoulder. "Shh, it's okay sweetie. You didn't do anything wrong. The diaper did its job, see? No mess." She rubbed Sarah's shaking back. "I know this is so hard. But we'll get through it together." Sarah just clung to her mom, drawing shaky breaths. In that moment, she was deeply grateful for her mother's steadfast support and lack of judgment. Even so, the road ahead seemed dauntingly steep. Her mom gave her a gentle squeeze before saying, "Let's get you changed into a dry diaper before dinner, okay?" Sarah nodded, sniffling. She let her mom guide her to lay back on the couch and remove her diaper. The process of being changed was embarrassing, but also comforting in a way. There was something soothing about her mother's calm, tender care. A fresh diaper was slid beneath her bottom and secured snugly around her hips. The clean, dry bulk felt better, but was still a strange sensation. Her mom helped her to sit up, giving her a soft smile. "There we go, all clean and dry. Ready for dinner?" Sarah managed a small nod, still feeling shaky and raw. She clung to her mom's hand as they walked to the kitchen, intensely aware of the way the thick padding made her waddle. As Sarah and her mom set the table, they heard the front door open and close. "I'm home!" Sarah's dad called out. Sarah froze, suddenly acutely aware of the bulky diaper crinkling loudly under her oversized t-shirt. She shot her mom a panicked look. Her mom gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay, sweetie. Daddy knows about the diapers, remember? There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Sarah swallowed hard, trying to calm her racing heart as her dad entered the kitchen. He greeted them warmly, kissing her mom on the cheek before turning to Sarah. "Hey there, princess. How was your day?" Sarah managed a shaky smile, fighting the urge to hide behind her mom. "It was okay," she mumbled, shifting uncomfortably as the diaper crinkled with her movement. If her dad noticed her attire or the telltale bulge and crinkling, he didn't show it. He just pulled her into a warm hug as usual. Sarah relaxed slightly, comforted by the familiarity of his embrace. Dinner was a quieter affair than usual, with Sarah's parents carrying most of the conversation as she picked at her food. She couldn't quite shake the feeling of the diaper between her legs, a constant reminder of her shame. But her parents' easy normality helped a little, making the situation feel slightly less overwhelming. After dinner, Sarah helped clear the table before retreating to the couch to watch tv, trying to ignore the diaper. As her bedtime approached, she turned to her mom and said, "I think I'm ready for bed.” Her mom nodded understandingly. "Okay, honey. Let's go get you changed and settled." In her bedroom, Sarah laid down on her bed, her cheeks flushing as her mom gently removed the still dry diaper. “Do you want to go to the bathroom?” her mom asked. Sarah eagerly got up. Once that part of her nighttime routine was finished, her mom had secured a fresh, thick diaper around her hips for the night and helped Sarah into a pair of oversized pajama bottoms. The extra room helped accommodate the diaper's bulk, but it was still noticeable. Sarah blushed as she caught sight of herself in the mirror, looking more like a toddler than an 8-year-old. Her mom turned down the covers and patted the bed invitingly. Sarah climbed in, hyper-aware of the crinkling with every movement. As her mom pulled the blankets up around her, Sarah felt tears pricking at her eyes again. "Mom?" she whispered shakily. "Do you think I'll ever not need diapers?" Her mom smoothed Sarah's hair back from her face, her touch gentle. "Of course, sweetie. This is just temporary, remember? We're going to keep working on it and I fully believe you'll get past this. But even if it takes a while, that's okay too. Daddy and I love you no matter what, diapers or no diapers." Sarah nodded, blinking back tears. She clung to her mom's hand, drawing strength from her solid presence. Her mom leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams, honey. Daddy and I are so proud of you. We'll get through this together, I promise." As her mom turned out the light and left the room, Sarah curled up on her side, the diaper crinkling softly with her movement. She tried to focus on her mom's comforting words instead of the embarrassment swirling in her stomach. It wasn't easy, accepting this new reality. The diapers felt like a glaring sign of babyishness, a step backward she hadn't wanted to take. But in the darkness, her parents' steadfast love and support felt like a lifeline. Maybe, just maybe, if she leaned on that love... if she trusted in their belief in her... she could come out the other side of this. A few tears slipped down her cheeks, but Sarah clung to that hope as she drifted off to sleep, aware of the diaper’s thickness. Chapter 2 (a few weeks later) Sarah lay on her bed, the crinkle of the diaper loud as her mom fastened the tapes securely. She fiddled with the edge of her pajama top, a question burning on her tongue. "Mom?" she finally asked, her voice small. "I really want to have a sleepover with Kate. She’s asked me to spend the night a couple times. But I'm scared she'll find out about... you know." Her mom checked the legs of the diaper, smiling gently. "I understand, sweetie. Sleepovers are a big deal at your age. It's okay to want that experience." Sarah nodded, biting her lip. "But how can I do it? With the bedwetting and the diapers?" "Well," her mom began thoughtfully, "what if you wore pull-ups instead of diapers for the sleepover? They're less bulky and might be easier to hide." Sarah shook her head vigorously. "No way. The pull-ups leaked all the time. That would be worse. I don't want to risk it." "Okay, that's valid." Her mom tapped her chin, considering. "What if we hosted the sleepover here, at our house? That way, you'd have all your usual supplies and routines." Sarah sat up a little, interest piqued. "Like how?" "Well, we could hide all the diapers in the master bedroom. I could diaper you there. We’d just need to distract Kate for a minute during the diaper change.” Sarah nodded slowly, warming to the idea. "And in the morning, You could wake me up early and change out of the diaper. Before Kate wakes up." "Exactly," her mom agreed with a smile. "We could double-check that your pajamas hide the diaper well." Sarah took a deep breath, feeling a flicker of excitement alongside the nerves. "I think... I think I want to try it. Having the sleepover here, I mean. It feels less scary than sleeping at Kate's house." Her mom squeezed her hand reassuringly. "I think that's a brave and wise choice. We can make sure everything is set up to help you feel comfortable and confident." Sarah exhaled slowly, nodding. "Okay. I'll ask Kate if she wants to sleep over here next weekend. I'll just tell her my house is better because... because we have a trampoline! And a popcorn machine!" Her mom laughed, eyes twinkling. "Those are excellent selling points. I'm sure she'll be thrilled." Sarah managed a smile, feeling a weight lift off her chest. Maybe this could work. Maybe she could have a normal sleepover, even with the bedwetting. It would take some extra planning and courage, but she was starting to believe it was possible. Her mom enveloped her in a warm hug. "I'm so proud of you, Sarah. You're facing your fears head-on. That's true bravery, you know." Sarah nestled into the embrace, drawing strength from her mom's steadfast support. She knew there would still be challenges and scary moments ahead. But for now, she allowed herself to feel a spark of hope and excitement. With her mom in her corner and a solid plan, perhaps even the biggest obstacles could be overcome, one diaper and one sleepover at a time. *** The next day at school, Sarah nervously approached Kate during lunch. "Hey, Kate? I was wondering... instead of me sleeping over at your house, would you maybe want to have a sleepover at my house this weekend?" Kate's eyes widened slightly, and she fidgeted with her sandwich. "Oh, um... I don't think I can this weekend. My family has... plans." Sarah's heart sank, but she tried not to let her disappointment show. "Oh, okay. No worries. Maybe another time?" Kate nodded, not quite meeting Sarah's eyes. "Yeah, definitely. Another time for sure." The rest of the school day dragged by, Sarah's mind spinning with worries and what-ifs. Had she said something wrong? As soon as she got home, Sarah sought out her mom, finding her folding laundry in the living room. "Mom? I asked Kate about sleeping over here, but she said she can't. She seemed kind of weird about it." Her mom set down the shirt she was folding, patting the couch cushion next to her. Sarah plopped down with a sigh. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Did she say why she couldn't?" her mom asked gently. Sarah shrugged, picking at a loose thread on the couch. "She just said her family has plans this weekend. But it felt like maybe there was more to it." Her mom nodded thoughtfully. "It's possible her family does have something going on. Or maybe she's just not ready for sleepovers yet, for her own reasons." Sarah hadn't considered that. She chewed her lip, thinking. "You mean... like maybe she's worried about something too? Like I am with the bedwetting?" "It's possible," her mom said with a soft smile. "Everyone has their own challenges and fears, even if we can't always see them." Sarah leaned against her mom, absorbing this idea. "So what should I do? I don't want to pressure her or make things weird." Her mom wrapped an arm around Sarah's shoulders, giving a comforting squeeze. "I think the best thing is to keep being a good friend, just like you always are. Let Kate know the invitation is open, but don't push. When she's ready, she'll let you know." Sarah nodded slowly. "Okay. I can do that." She hesitated, then added quietly, "I just really wanted to try having a sleepover. To feel... normal." Her mom pressed a kiss to the top of Sarah's head. "I know, sweetie. And you will, when the time is right. In the meantime, how about we have our own special sleepover this weekend? We can camp out in the living room, make popcorn, and watch all your favorite movies." Sarah managed a small smile at that. "With sleeping bags and everything?" "Absolutely. And I'll even let you choose the toppings for our sundaes." Sarah giggled, feeling a bit lighter. "Even if I want gummy bears and chocolate sauce?" "Even then," her mom agreed with a grin. "It'll be our own special tradition." Sarah hugged her mom tightly, grateful for her unwavering support and understanding. The disappointment over the sleepover still stung a little, but her mom's love and the promise of their own special sleepover helped soothe it. Maybe Kate just needed time, Sarah thought. Just like Sarah had needed time to work up the courage for a sleepover invitation. And in the meantime, she could focus on enjoying the little moments of connection and normalcy, even if they looked a bit different than she had imagined. With a deep breath and a determined nod, Sarah hopped off the couch, ready to start planning their living room campout.

Last night, I went to bed with a fresh diaper on. I woke up at 5 AM extremely briefly (barely remember it) when my girlfriend left to go to work. Then I woke up at 8 AM. When I got up, I realized the sheets and mattress under where my diaper was were wet. To be perfectly honest, I had taken a weed edible the night before, as a dispensary recently opened up near me. I find that it reduces my bladder control. But I hadn't expected to pee so much for my diaper to leak. My diaper was a Crinklz, for reference, so not a huge capacity. Still, does this imply that I peed in my sleep, or at least in a conscious state that I wouldn't remember much? I'm scared but excited for what this all means. Scared because in a couple months when my part-time job ends and it's only my girlfriend working, I'm not sure how much I'll be able to afford diapers. I'm scared because this means I may truly rely on diapers. But I'm excited because I may truly rely on diapers! That's the dream! I think I want to get some high-capacity night-time diapers like megamax for the future. Even right now, it feels like so much effort to hold back my pee. I'm experiencing so much progress so quickly. Maybe it suggest I really do belong back in diapers... :3 EDIT: Like just now, I started to pee my diaper without even thinking about doing it. That's been having more and more lately. This is insane and so lovely!! I just don't know if I was ready to be a diaper girl. I need to buy more onesies in my wardrobe, buy more wipes, so many preparation steps! My bladder future is uncertain but it is very exciting. EDIT2: Just changed my diaper status to Incontinent on my sidebar in this forum. Aaaaa, this is so crazy yet cool!!! I just really hope I'll be able to keep affording diapers.

There's lies... damn lies... and ....

Good lord! You're actually MORE continent that I am! I haven't been able to do THAT for at least a couple of years 🤣 This must be one of those perverse manifestations of Murphy’s Law: the least probable outcome prevailed just because it was the one you DIDN’T want. A variation on this is my theory of cable ensnarement. If you wanted to hook 3 items of furniture AND capture the family cat simply by tugging on an extension lead left laying across the living room floor, it would of course never be possible irrespective of the number of attempts you made. IF however that was NOT the outcome you wanted (and say, just pack away the extension lead), it would be the FIRST thing that happened.

Crotch shots do nothing for me. People who act as "god's gift to the ABDL community" and pontificate on what people should do cause even more consternation.

Yeah, but they're just Littles! 🤣 Thanks for keeping the commentary going while you catch up! 🙂

Chapter 4 --- The next day Sarah approached Kate with a shy smile. "I was thinking... I think I can spend the night at your house next weekend. We don’t have that… thing … with my family." Kate’s heart leaped into her throat, not believing that Sarah had said yes, but now that the moment was here, the reality of it felt overwhelming. She bounced on her toes. "Awesome! It's going to be so much fun. We can stay up late telling ghost stories and painting each other's nails and..." As Kate chattered on enthusiastically, Sarah felt a blush creeping up her neck. The idea of her first sleepover was thrilling, but the looming specter of her nighttime issues hung heavily over the excitement. She thought of the practice runs she'd done with her mom, the awkward process of diapering and cleaning up discreetly. Could they really pull that off at Kate's house, without anyone finding out? Sarah took a deep breath, trying to center herself. Her mom's words echoed in her head: "You're facing your fears head-on, and that's the definition of bravery." She could do this. She had a plan, she had practiced, and most importantly, she had her mom's unwavering support. Sarah tuned back in to Kate's animated planning, forcing a smile that she hoped looked more confident than she felt. "That all sounds perfect," she agreed, her voice only slightly unsteady. "I can't wait." Their teacher called for the class to settle down, and the rest of the day passed in a blur, Sarah's mind constantly flicking between giddy anticipation and nervous worst-case scenarios. By the time she got home, she felt like a tightly coiled spring, ready to snap at the slightest touch. *** Kate nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt as she approached her mom, who was folding laundry in the living room. "Hey Mom? Sarah said she could spend then night. Can we practice the sleepover plan one more time? I want to make sure I've got it down." Kate's mom smiled warmly, reaching out to smooth Kate's hair. "That’s great news. Of course, sweetie. Let's go through it step by step, so you feel totally prepared." She retrieved a diaper from the package in Kate's room, then paused. "For the sleepover how about we store most of these in the master bedroom? That way, they'll be out of sight.” Kate nodded gratefully, and followed her mom to the bathroom for their practice run. Lucky, their dog, tried to follow, but Kate’s mom closed the door and said, “Lucky, you’ll have to wait - there’s barely enough room for two of us in her.” "Alright, honey, go ahead and lie down on the bathmat," her mom instructed gently as Lucky whined quietly outside the door. Kate obeyed, her heart fluttering with nerves about the sleepover as she settled onto the plush rug. The bathroom tile felt cool against her bare legs. Her mom knelt beside her, unfolding the diaper with practiced movements. "Bottom up, sweetie." Kate lifted her hips, allowing her mom to slide the diaper beneath her. "There we go," her mom murmured, securing the tabs snugly around Kate's waist. "How does that feel? Not too tight?" Kate sat up gingerly, aware of the comfortable bulk between her legs. "Perfect," she assured, wriggling a bit to settle the padding. Her mom helped her to her feet, then walked her through the morning removal process. "So, first thing when you wake up, you'll want to sneak in here and take off the diaper. Roll it up tightly, then slip it into one of these scented bags, like this." She demonstrated, sealing the bag with a quick twist. "Then just tuck it into the trash can under the sink. I'll make sure to empty it before Sarah wakes up, so she'll never know it was there." Kate nodded along, committing each step to memory. A small part of her marveled at how surreal this all felt - strategizing ways to hide diapers from her best friend, like some kind of bizarre spy mission. As if reading her mind, her mom reached out to cup Kate's cheek, her eyes soft with understanding. "I know this all feels a bit strange and scary, honey. But you're handling it with so much grace and bravery. I'm really proud of you." Kate leaned into the touch, feeling some of her anxiety melt away. "Thanks, Mom," she whispered. "I couldn't do this without you." They stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing together, until Kate remembered something. "Oh! Um, while we're here...could you maybe put me in a fresh diaper?" Her mom, recognizing her nervousness about the sleepover, smiled tenderly. "Of course, sweetie. Come here." She guided Kate back down to the bathmat, diapering her with the same gentle efficiency as before. As she taped the last tab in place, she smoothed a hand over Kate's arm. "It's okay to be nervous," she murmured. "Sleepovers can be scary even without the extra challenges. But you've got this, Kate. You're so much stronger than you know." Kate blinked back sudden tears, nodding shakily. "I love you, Mom," she whispered, the words feeling somehow too big and not big enough for this moment. Her mom gathered her into a warm hug, mindful of the padding between them. "I love you too, baby. Always and forever, no matter what." *** The next day at school, Sarah and Kate huddled together during lunch, excitement and nerves mingling as they planned out their sleepover. "I was thinking we could make personal pizzas for dinner," Kate suggested, doodling topping ideas in the margin of her notebook. "And then maybe have an epic Mario Kart tournament after?" Sarah grinned, nudging Kate's shoulder with her own. "That sounds perfect. And we can't forget the most important part - staying up way too late talking and giggling until your mom has to tell us to go to sleep for the third time." Kate laughed, a bright, unburdened sound that made Sarah's heart lift. In that moment, all her anxiety about diapers and nighttime accidents felt far away, eclipsed by the simple joy of scheming with her best friend. The rest of the day passed in a blur of giddy anticipation and carefully concealed nerves. By the time Sarah got home, she felt like a bottle of shaken soda, ready to burst with a jumble of emotions. When Sarah got home, her mom emerged from the home office, and sensing Sarah’s nervous energy, motioned for her to sit on the couch. She said, “We have a great plan - I know it will work. Let’s review it again. We can even do another dry run." They settled on the living room couch, Sarah fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she repeated the plan they'd come up with. "So when it's getting close to bedtime, you’ll come over and say I forgot my medication. You'll meet me in the bathroom to help with the diaper. Then in the morning, I'll get up before Kate, take off the diaper, and wrap it up to throw it away when I get home. Right?" Her mom nodded, reaching out to still Sarah's restless hands with a gentle squeeze. "That's right, honey. And remember, we'll have your overnight bag packed with extra diapers and supplies, just in case." Sarah took a deep breath, trying to let her mom's calm confidence settle her jumping nerves. "Okay. Yeah. I think I've got it."

Incontinence 2! Electric boogaloo!

Chapter 3 Sarah took a deep breath and approached Kate at recess. "Hey Kate, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to sleep over at my house this weekend? We could make pizzas and watch movies, it would be really fun!" Kate bit her lip, not quite meeting Sarah's hopeful gaze. "Oh, um... I don't think I can this weekend either. I have... another thing with my family. But do you want to sleepover at my house next weekend?" Sarah panicked, not having expected to receive an invitation herself. “Um, I have a thing… with my family. Yeah,” was the best Sarah could manage. Kate looked disappointed. Sarah's heart sank as Kate as the bell rang and they made it back to class. Disappointment and confusion swirled in her chest - why did Kate keep turning her down? Was it something Sarah had done? And what would she think of her refusal? At home that afternoon, Sarah flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh as her mom walked in. "Kate said no to the sleepover again. I don't understand, Mom. Does she not want to be my friend anymore? She asked me if I wanted to sleepover at her house but I don’t want her to find out about my diapers." Her mom sat beside her, rubbing soothing circles on Sarah's back. "Oh honey, I'm sure that's not it. Sometimes people have their own reasons for things that we can't see." Sarah leaned into her mom's comforting touch, blinking back frustrated tears. Her mom was quiet for a moment, considering. "You know, I might have an idea for how we could make a sleepover work at her house, if you're open to it." Sarah looked up, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" "Well, what if I came over to Kate's house in the evening to help you with your 'medication'? Maybe you ‘forgot’ to bring it. That way I could discreetly diaper you for the night someplace private. And then in the morning, you could slip into the bathroom first thing to take it off and dispose of it before Kate even wakes up. You can put it in some plastic bags in your backpack so you can throw it out here. No one will know." Sarah wrinkled her nose, uncertain. "I don't know, Mom. It seems really risky. What if Kate or her mom finds out?" "I understand it feels scary," her mom soothed. "But we could practice beforehand to make sure you feel comfortable and confident. Want to try a couple dry runs this afternoon, to see how it would work?" Sarah hesitated, then nodded slowly. If it meant a chance at a real sleepover with Kate, maybe it was worth a shot. That afternoon, Sarah and her mom set up a mock sleepover scenario in the living room. Sarah's mom had her lie down on a towel for the diaper change. "Okay sweetie, I'm going to diaper you now, just like I would if we were at the sleepover," her mom narrated gently, unfolding one of the thick, crinkly diapers. Sarah blushed but nodded, trying to quell her nerves. She lifted her hips as her mom slid the diaper beneath her, the rustling loud in the quiet room, brought up the front of the diaper up snugly and fastened the tapes securely. "There we go, all set," her mom said, helping Sarah sit up. "Now let's get your pajamas on over it." Sarah had chosen her baggiest pajama pants and a long, oversized t-shirt, hoping they would help conceal the bulky diaper. She wiggled into them, relieved to find that the diaper was barely noticeable underneath the loose fabric. "Okay, looking good," her mom approved. "In the morning, you'll want to wake up before Kate to take the diaper off. Roll it up tightly and slip it into a plastic bag, then you can discreetly put that bag inside your backpack to throw away later." Sarah nodded, trying to commit the steps to memory. They practiced the full routine a couple more times, with Sarah setting a quiet alarm for the morning, tiptoeing to the bathroom, carefully removing and rolling up the diaper, and sliding the plastic bag into her backpack. By the third practice run, the process felt a bit more familiar, even if Sarah's cheeks still flushed with embarrassment each time. Her mom's calm, matter-of-fact demeanor helped somewhat, making it feel more like a medical necessity than a shameful secret. Sarah's mom gave her an encouraging smile as she taped up the diaper for the final practice run. "You're doing great, sweetie. I have an idea - why don't you keep your diaper and pajamas on for a little longer? That way you can make sure the diaper stays well-hidden under your clothes, just like it will need to at the sleepover." Sarah shifted uncertainly, the diaper feeling bulky between her legs. "I guess that makes sense," she agreed hesitantly. She didn’t want to keep the diaper on, but her mom had a good point about getting used to it for the sleepover. Her mom nodded, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "And you know, it might be a good idea to practice with a wet diaper too, since that's what will happen at the sleepover in the morning. That way you can get a feel for how to handle it discreetly in the morning." Sarah's cheeks flushed at the suggestion, an uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach. "You mean... pee in the diaper? On purpose?" Her mom gave a sympathetic nod. "I know it feels strange, honey. But it's better to practice in a safe, controlled environment than to be caught off guard at Kate's house with a wet diaper in the morning. This way you can troubleshoot any issues and build your confidence." Sarah bit her lip, considering. The idea made her squirm with embarrassment, but she had to admit her mom had a point. Better to confront the awkwardness now than in the middle of a sleepover. "Okay," she finally agreed, her voice small. "I'll try it." Her mom squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "Brave girl. Remember, this is just practice. It doesn't define you." Sarah took a shaky breath and nodded, trying to absorb her mom's words. She stood up carefully, acutely aware of the diaper's bulk beneath her loose pajama pants and baggy t-shirt. "Why don't you go about your normal afternoon routine," her mom suggested. "Do some homework, watch a little TV, whatever you'd like. Just keep the diaper on and let yourself use it when you need to. We can reconvene before dinner to see how it went." Sarah agreed, her stomach fluttering with nerves. She made her way to her bedroom, each crinkly step a reminder of the challenge ahead. After several minutes of trying to focus on her homework while acutely aware of the diaper's presence, Sarah felt her bladder twinge insistently. She took a deep breath, then hesitantly relaxed, feeling an odd mix of relief and embarrassment as a warm gush of urine flooded into the waiting diaper. The thick padding quickly absorbed the liquid, swelling noticeably between her legs. Sarah gingerly stood up from her desk chair. The soggy bulk felt awkward and uncomfortable as she shuffled out to find her mom. "Mom?" she called softly, her voice wavering. "I, um... I wet the diaper." Her mom looked up from her book, giving Sarah an encouraging smile. "Okay, sweetie. How do you feel? Let's talk through the steps of changing out of it, like you'll need to do discreetly at Kate's." Sarah nodded, her face still flushed with embarrassment. She carefully made her way to the bathroom, the saturated diaper sagging heavily with each step. Once inside, she hesitated, unsure where to start. Her mom noticed her uncertainty and guided gently, "First, take off your pajama pants." Sarah followed the instructions, gingerly tugging her loose pj bottoms over the bulky diaper and setting them aside. She stood in her baggy nightshirt, the wet diaper now clearly visible. "Good," her mom encouraged. "Now, unfasten the diaper tapes and slowly remove the diaper." With shaking fingers, Sarah peeled open the tapes, the cool air hitting her damp skin. Gingerly, she slid the sodden diaper down her legs, face scrunched in distaste at the sensation. "Okay, now fold the diaper up carefully and wrap it tightly in one of these plastic bags to contain any leaks," her mom instructed, handing Sarah a small stack of disposable diaper sacks. Sarah did as she was told, wrinkling her nose as she wrapped the diaper into a compact plastic bundle. "Excellent," her mom praised. "Now give yourself a quick wipe-down with a wipe before putting on your underwear." Blushing furiously, Sarah cleaned herself up and quickly tugged on a clean pair of panties, feeling an odd mix of relief and residual embarrassment. Her mom smiled at her warmly. "You did great, honey. I know it feels strange and uncomfortable, but you're handling it with a lot of maturity. The more you practice these steps, the more confident and discreet you'll be able to be at the actual sleepover." Sarah nodded, trying to absorb the praise over the swirling of her chaotic emotions. Her mom hesitated, then added gently, "In fact, it might be a good idea to try another practice run, just to really solidify the process. What do you think about trying again with a fresh diaper, to simulate the full sleepover experience?" Sarah's stomach swooped at the suggestion, her cheeks flaming anew. But beneath the knee-jerk embarrassment, a flicker of pragmatism glowed. Her mom was right - the more she practiced, the less daunting it would feel at Kate's house. "Okay," she finally agreed, her voice small but determined. "Let's do it." With an encouraging nod, her mom retrieved a clean diaper. Sarah laid down on her bed, heart thumping as her mom gently slid the thick padding beneath her bottom. The front of the diaper was pulled up snugly between her legs and the tapes fastened securely, leaving Sarah once again diapered and blushing. "There we go," her mom said softly, helping Sarah back into her loose pajama pants. "Remember, this is just practice. It doesn't define you. You're still my brave, brilliant girl, no matter what." Sarah leaned into her mom's reassuring embrace, drawing strength from her unwavering support. The diaper crinkled quietly as she shifted, a tangible reminder of the challenge ahead. But beneath the nerves and embarrassment, a fragile determination was taking root. With enough practice and her mom's steadfast guidance, maybe, just maybe, she could handle this.

LOL so he can just repeat the process? Maybe, though I think we all know where he belongs. But either way, no spoilers, final section is up so you can see what happens for real Three months had passed. Ryan looked out the window at the rising towers beyond. He breathed in fresh air, and sighed, smiling. He turned back into the massive condo. His pink skirts swirled as he walked through the house, making sure every inch of it was clean before Mommy got home. She would be there soon, probably with a friend, and he wanted to make sure it was perfect. He checked the curried meat in the slow cooker. He had become a much better cook since he had moved in- the state of his butt often depended on if his Mommy liked what he cooked. An alarm went off, marking the end of his free day. He grabbed his paddle and leash from where he kept them in the living room, walked to the front door, and knelt. As he had done dozens of times, he attached the leash to the collar he now permanently wore, and held the handle, along with his collar, in his upturned hands. He bent over. He checked his outfit. As a rule, his diaper should always be exposed. Today he was wearing triple layered bunny hops, covered by locking plastic pants he never held the key to. He had already filled them several times that day, and hoped that would make his Mommy happy. He waited. From that point on, it could be minutes, or hours, until she was home. His job was to remain perfectly still regardless, and a monitoring camera ensured he obeyed. As long as he never heard otherwise, this is how he spent the time from four PM until whenever she got home. Fortunately, it wasn't long until he heard footsteps. There were two of them, and from the weight he guessed the other was male. That told him Mommy had taken home one of her boyfriends. Depending on how the night went, he may be asked to join, perhaps help the man, or he might be left locked up in his cage, merely witnessing it as he struggled, helpless, with no relief. He hoped for the first- it gave him the best chance of reward. The door opened, and his Mommy walked in. She bent and took the leash and paddle from his hand. She put a foot under his mouth, and he kissed it. She moved aside, and another larger foot came under, which he kissed too. "Knees," she commanded. He snapped up into position. This position, also called "position 2", was normally what came next. It had him kneeling regularly, back straight, and hands on his lap. Mommy walked round to his back, and lifted his skirt. She tsked. "That is one poopy pamper, Diaper Girl," she said the name that now came to him as if capitalized, the name printed on his collar, the name he was most willing to respond to. "Pathetic. A 25 year old man in a dirty diaper. Lets decide if you've earned a change." "Yes mommy," he said. "Eyes," she said. He looked up at her. This was the first time since she came in that he saw her face, as well as the man beside her. He had seen him a few times, though he didn't know his name. The man in question liked proving he was dominant over Ryan, and Ryan had no issues accepting that role. However, the ways he did it could get rough, and Ryan gulped, thinking about what kind of night he was in for. Mommy reached down and cupped his face. "Alright then Diaper Girl. We are going to look around the house, and see if you made any mistakes or left any chores undone. Then, we will see the dinner you cooked us, and decide if we like it, or if its going in your pampers too. What we decide will determine if we punish you, and if we change you." "Then tonight, we will have some fun. You will eat early in your high chair, then take your normal place waiting on us. After that, Mommy's boyfriend has some things he wants you to do to help him get ready to please Mommy, and you will watch from your cage as we go about it. If, and I mean IF, you do everything perfectly, we might reward you tonight. Alright? Ryan nodded eagerly. "Good boy. Position 1." He put his head down, prone and bowing. "Position 2." He knelt back up as he was. She laughed. "Position 3." He lay back ward and lifted his legs in the air, then grabbed at his ankles. This was something his Mommy had shown him, and he had learned from yoga. It was called "baby pose." Aside from being a stretch, it left him particularly venerable, and always made him blush. When Mommy sometimes tied his wrists to his ankles in it, he became as helpless as he looked. "Hmmm," she said. "Diaper position." He switched his hands to his knees and held his knees to his chest. This was used for spankings, changes, or just to make him feel more helpless. She shook her head. "No, position 3." He switched back, and she nodded. "Good boy. That will do." She knelt down in front of him, and put a hand on his now exposed diaper. She rubbed the mess into him, and he moaned as her hand went back and forth. She took the pacifier from the string on his chest and put it in his mouth, then returned to rubbing his diaper. "Now, you will stay like this until we return, understand?" she said, and pressed hard on his diaper. She returned to her teasing, cooing voice, the same tone that had driven him mad on the first night. He nodded. "Good boy. I hope for your sake you did your chores and can have fun tonight, or you will have to stay in your dirty diapers allll night," she said. He nodded again. She stood up. "Good boy. Just stay like that stinky pants, Mommy doesn't want your smell following us around." He nodded agreement, and watched them leave. No matter what the result from their inspection was, he couldn't wait. If they came back to spank him, keep him in his dirty diapers, and lock him up for the night, he knew he'd spend the night panting and loving every sensation. If they came back to praise him, change him and let him join in their games, then it was even better. He lay back and sighed. He didn't know if there was a more perfect life for him.

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I'm still mulling over yesterday's diaper dream, because it was so weird. I didn't have one last night, by the way. I'm trying to figure out whose baby that was; I have friends of South Asian descent, but none of them have kids that young. Ahh, the mysterious machinations of the subconscious. Less mysterious would be the status of a Rearz Daydreamer diaper, with it's close-to transparent cover, and that came into play last night. My family is back, by the way, and regarding that, I'm glad they're back - the dog is good company, but he's not much of a conversationalist, mostly making exclamations that are fairly repetitive. In the before-times, I would have been both looking forward to having my housemates back, and, slightly depressed about packing away all my baby pants and donning the boxer shorts of sadness and responsibility, whereas now, I didn't give my underpants a second thought. Which perhaps I should have, at least yesterday. I was washing dishes and streaming a TV show I don't often get to watch, it being unpopular with the females I reside with, and thinking to myself, I should go take a shower and get changed, before they get back, and there is a press for our shower stall, which is more popular than the one in the kids' bathroom, because it's roomier and the water sprinkles gently from overhead in a rain-like pattern, rather than attacking you from the side in a pressure-washed-in-prison pattern. But I got caught up in finishing the episode, and then they were coming through the door, and then my daughter had priority for the shower, as she's the one with a bedtime. Once she was done in the bathroom and off to bed, it was like an hour later, and the Day Dreamer I was in was very, very wet, although still holding and still largely comfortable. But, I was getting into the "I've been in this thing for 15 hours" zone where I'm just tired of being damp, so I wanted a shower and a fresh nappy. My wife went down to the kitchen, and I thought, now's a good time, so I stripped down to my diaper to prepare to get showered, but then I caused a chain reaction accident on the floor when I kicked the dog's bed and it nudged his water bowl, and a bunch of water sloshed out and onto the hardwood. SO, I went to get paper towels from the cabinet... and found the roll missing. However, I knew there was another one in our linen closet, so I left the confines of our room to get it... and ran into my wife, coming back with a beverage. Her, with deep sarcasm evident: "Nice outfit, I kind of missed being confronted by a man in a soaked diaper while I was away..." What could I say? The Day Dreamer was undeniably sagging, but, much more than this, it was inarguably yellow, practically from stem to stern, in the areas that weren't tinted iridescent pink or blue. I don't know if these things integrate a wetness indicator or not, but they definitely don't need one, anymore than an aquarium does. You can tell when there is fluid in there. I then had to go back into our room, thusly attired, with the paper towel I had retrieved... and start cleaning liquid from the floor. "What happened there?" "Nudged the dog's bowl." "You're sure?" "Well, it's entirely around the dog's bowl, do you have another theory?" "Just checking." (Squelch squelch squelch... the sound of me walking around the room...) If I had to bed, I would say that the stuffing in a Day Dreamer is exactly the same as the stuffing in every other diaper Rearz makes, varying by the amount the put in, and maybe, the SAP to pulp ratio, but it has to be the same stuff, more or less, you'd think. However, the Day Dreamer I had on did a really good job of wicking out from the blast zone. It was wet really high up the back by the time it hit the floor, and almost had a cloth diaper "enveloped in a uniform cloud of moisture" feel to it. And, it didn't leak, which suggests that fluid had moved up in the queue to other areas, leaving room behind it. I didn't mind how it felt at all, until maybe the last hour, when I had had enough. Comfy diaper - if you haven't tried one, I recommend you do. Just not in front of anyone whose judgements you are concerned with.

Beards!!!

I'm thinking about getting back to this one and cleaning it up a bit as I do. Thank you for showing interest in it. I do like the story, but I've just sort of realized that it was getting away from me, and was starting to become inconsistent. So, please forgive me as I try to rewrite it a bit to clean it up before I go on with it. I'll probably just use the same thread through, and just post it after this message.

So are you going without diapers all the time now? Work, home, out and about? No leaking whatsoever

Well it didn’t take me a month to get a reply in so that’s something. good chapter. I guess the girls are going to become much more involved with those diapers than they had initially thought.

You never mentioned if her diaper was wet or messy by the time she was changed back into big girl panties lol. Poor Vickie, all so worked up.

@Personalias what a great read!! I totally didn’t see the twist coming!! I can’t believe AI said no but now I see why she left her world to explore. I would have totally said YES!! Living my life as a carefree baby. @Dophie and Pudding, your first 7 chapters took my breath away and made me feel like I could believe in magic msg wonder like I did when I was a kid. Thank you for an amazing read. @Miamoore thank you for allowing these amazing authors contribute to the amazing world of The Academy series:

When I was a little kid, my Mom used to sing this song while bouncing me on her knee. The title of the song is MY PONY BOY (see lyrics below:) Pony boy, pony boy, won’t you be my pony boy? Don’t say no, here we go, ride across the plain. Marry me, carry me, ride away with you. Giddy up giddy up giddy up, Whoa! My pony boy. So I changed a few of the lyrics in honor of Diaper Lovers everywhere. What do you think? Diaper Boy, Diaper Boy, won’t you be my Stinky Boy? Don’t say no, here we go, ride across the plain. Marry me, carry me, ride away with you. Giddy up giddy up giddy up, PEW! My Diaper Boy Now you see how that works? When the giddy ups come at the end, you bounce the diaper boy really hard. If he has a full diaper, well, that's where the PEW comes from!! (Assuming he has a full, messy diaper!) HA HA!! You can hear the song here:

Meh….I don’t know. I have been working to untrain at night and have been wetting 3-4 nights a week lately. That is as a result of decent hydration before sleep which now means more often than not I will wake up wet. It’s never a lot, but it’s there. I don’t consider myself a bedwetter. Yes, wet at night on occasion, but it is a result of actions prior. I have no doubt that I would not wet if those steps were not taken or if I made an effort to stop.

Bookmark for today: I'm at page 51 Chapter 59. Things got wild after the weekend at his grandparents. It felt like there have been a political coup, everyone is suddenly so aggressive and sadistic. Let's see how things go. I'm glad he got rescued again for another weekend at his grandparents. Also I'm probably reading it too fast and therefore don't get details, but I guess his daily swim has something to do with his mostly intact bladder control. There is still much to explore for me. So I keep in touch.

Hi and welcome to DD. Glad to have you join us, it’s always good to have new people. Come in, make yourself at grab a high chair and pull it on up. There’s lots of good likeminded people here. Relax, have fun, enjoy!

Definitely, if you worry about the bed getting wet you are defeating the object. Nappies leak, not always but it happens. My advice is if you want to be a bedwetter always think of your self as one. Protect your bed, wear nappies but just accept sometimes you will wake up with a wet bed. There will be problems you must overcome along the way but they can be worked around. I found family and friends were not such a big deal. One thing you can't do is switch bedwetting on and off. If you want to be a bedwetter you have to live as one all the time. The rest will follow.

Another great chapter!! Really enjoying this story...

It depended on my output (which will continue to be the question) as I got to a busier time in real life. I'm in one of those weeks right now; I doubt I'll write much, if anything, this week at this rate, unfortunately! (Fortunately, most of the next couple months are not as crazy) My poor characters are always being plotted against! 🤣

Thanks for the update, really loving this story

"Let us never speak of that particualr diaper change again," he said. "The colors. I've never seen colors like that in a diaper, and I never want to again," she replied, and shuddered. Her and Jerry was standing outside the bathroom, he still in a t shirt and his now fresh diaper, and her holding her bags. "Oh right!" he said, suddenly remembering that he was suppsoed to be bratting. He sat flat down heavily on the floor. "Babykins, we need to go." He reached his arms up toward her, making grabbing motions. "I can't Mommy! I'm too much of a baby! You have to carry me!" "What!? No, crawl if you want." He made a show of trying to get to all fours, the collapsing on the ground. "I can't Mommy! it's too hard for a bratty little baby who needs to be put in mean daycares like me!" She roled her eyes. "Ohhh you are such a brat!" "I know Mommy! That's why I'm going to the Deliquent Daycare!" He remained lying on the ground with his hands in the air toward her. Mommy dropped her bags, then reached down and grabbed his wrist, then began to drag him accross the floor toward the door. He slumped down as much as he could, turning himself into complete dead weight to her efforts. "You... spoiled... pampered... brat," she strained. "Look mommy! It's like I'm dead! BLLAARRR!" he tilted his head back and stuck his toungue out. "Alright, here," she panted. "Mhmm. Say where are our bags?" "FUCK!" she said, and headed back to get them. "I don't think you are supposed to swear in front of babies! I'm impressionable, what if I say it now and its your fault!" "Then I'll rinse your mouth out with soap!" "That's not fair! It be your fault!" "Life isn't fair! And neither is soap!" As she walked to get the bags, Jerry slowly got back up on all fours. He began to crawl into the next room as quietly as he could. "WHAT?! You can move now! Come back here!" she shouted. "EEEP!" Jerry shouted, and got up and ran back into the kitchen. "NO! HEY! COME BACK!" Mommy shouted as she blocked him off around the table. He tried to dart to the right around it, then switched to the left. "Gotcha!" She shouted as she finally grabbed him by the wrist, and he stopped. "BLARG dead again!" he said, and slumped back down with his toung out. "Oh you. You are going to that daycare whether you like it or not," She began to drag him. "I think technically you are supposed to CARRY babies, not drag them. This feels wrong somehow." "Technically I'm also not supposed to change babies back into their old diapers, but you're verging on that too." "Eeep," he said, and went back to playing dead. They arrived back at the door, and she sat him down, then put his pants and shoes in front of him. She looked at him expetently. "Well?" "Well what?" "We are going out. You need your clothes." He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Oh no Mommy! I'm such a dumb, bratty little adult baby I totally forgot how to get dressed! I think someone needs to do it FOR me!" She looked at him with her hands akimbo. "Alright, I can do that for my baby." She bent over down to his legs. "Huh." He said. That argument was far too easy to win, and he sensed she had something else planned. "First foot!" She said, and he lifted one. She put a sock on it. "Second foot!" She said again, and repeated the processed. "First foot again!" She said. He lifted it, and she attatched a shoe to it. "What?" He said, suprised. "And final foot," She picked up his last foot. "What about pants?" he asked. She tied his shoe laces. "And done!" "OH MY GOD WHAT ABOUT PANTS!?!" he shouted. "What about them? Babies don't need pants, they are fine in just their shirts, shoes, and diapers."

nightly i cant remember the last time i woke up dry its been years

From your experience, and Reddy's, I wonder if the long term results would be better if they just left the post-surgery catheter in longer, like 10 days, instead of 5. Seems like things would have a better chance of "Healing in an open position..."

This can happen, as I'm sure the doctor mentioned - a revision might be necessary, especially if the original procedure didn't heal in the fully open position (by dumb luck or a catheter issue). My first procedure didn't take either - I suspect partially because my catheter had to be removed early due to recurring blockages. I think this is a fair thing to highlight with this surgery as well - it by far isn't a guarantee it will work, especially the first time. It comes with a whole list of risks that any major surgical procedure does, but especially one that involves the urinary tract. You're basically inflicting a lifetime of trauma on those muscles artificially, and hoping it's enough to make them incompetent at holding anything anymore. I'm comfortable where I ended up - maybe not a full time dribbler, but confident I couldn't go any length of time without a diaper unless I wanted to risk very embarrassing accidents. To anyone reading this and considering surgery - I'd recommend trying out other things first - full-time diaper usage, hypnosis, catheters, etc. - if only because it helps in the event the surgery doesn't take. Knowing how to cath myself has made things much easier, and having used hypnosis to help accept these life changes has been very reassuring and validating. Here's hoping it is just swelling, @Reddy - but if it isn't, there's still plenty of options, including Round 2.

To me that just makes it better! I guess in all fairness, y'all get me unfiltered here. If I wound up in the DD I would be so weird that instead of regressing me they might use me as a case study and point at me ans says "See? This is how they are, and why they need us to protect them from themselves."

Chapter 100: Editing CROSSING THE THRESHOLD to my previous nest had felt like a trip back to daycare. This somehow felt even more babyish as I looked around the room, though! The walls were painted baby pink on two sides and pale lavender on the other. Above the pods and on every empty space were painted baby unicorns. The baby part was evident with the pacifiers they nursed and the diapers they wore as they frolicked around pastel rainbows. A giant sun with a smiley face was painted on the pink wall where the changing table sat. About fifty percent of the painted creatures and scenery were coated with sparkly glitter paint, making the paintings shimmer oddly as you moved. Whereas the only actual seating in my old nest were the desk chairs, a single rocking chair, and two bean bags, this room featured more bean bags, giant stuffed animals, and… ‘Rocking unicorns?!?’ I thought, realizing what four things were in the middle of one side of the room. Actually, it was then that I realized there was a genuine ‘play area’ part of the room, complete with a giant dollhouse, dolls, doll furniture, and what looked like a play kitchen, too. ‘What the fuck?’ I thought internally. “A bit overwhelming, huh?” Lilly said, bending down to where I’d frozen. Don’t worry; you don’t have to play with any of the dolls. When the dorm was built, the donor insisted that each of the girls’ nests have a play area with plenty of dollhouses and toys for them to destress. I looked up at her in disbelief, “Umm… that seems a bit over the top?” She laughed, “You’re not alone in thinking that, Carly, I just think it’s a bit sexist that the girls got this, but the boys got boring rooms.” Mackenzie shook her head, “If you put this in the boy’s nests, they’d destroy it just to make a point.” “Some of the girls do that already,” Lilly said before looking like she shouldn’t have said that. “So, which pod is mine?” I asked, sighing. ‘Can nanites be programmed to filter out extra sparkles?’ “This one here,” she said, “They just swapped out the mattress and everything. I put new bedding on for you too,” she said. I only noticed then that my name was hand-painted on a piece of white wood with ‘Carly Sparkles.’ All the other girls had their first names and sparkles after theirs, too. The pods were white, with bedding alternating pink or purple across every other pod, mine being purple. Grandma helped me set up my desk with my things and unpacked what clothes I could keep from my life as Connor, taking the rest to her house in case they were needed again. Mackenzie left at some point, but Lilly stayed behind and helped organize everything. “We brought this box of diapers,” Grandma said, “I know you don’t get many Littles Carly’s size here.” “She’s in diapers now?” Lilly asked. “Oh, I guess that message didn’t make it to you. There’s been a side-effect of the poisoning Carly had the week before last… She’s lost her continence now.” Lilly looked at me, clearly unhappy, and said, “I’m so sorry, Carly! This wasn’t a very good weekend for you, was it?” I shrugged, “We finished our film at least?” “You’ll have to tell me all about that later,” she said as Mia and Willow walked in. “Well, hi girls, I don’t know if you’ve had a chance to meet her, but we have a new princess joining our nest!” “Hi, Mia, Willow,” I said. “Sorry, how do we kn…?” Mia started to say. “Connor?!?” Willow asked. “Carly, now,” I said with a groan. “How?” Mia asked. “Long story, but suffice it to say I can’t live in the boys’ nests anymore?” “You’re living here?!?” Mia asked. “Can he do that?” She asked Lilly. “Yes, because she is a little girl just like you! Though her diapee might be a little drier? I’m guessing that’s why you two came back?” Both girls blushed but nodded. “Let’s get those diapees changed then,” she said. Both girls looked uncomfortable, especially as they noticed Grandpa, but that didn’t stop her from picking up each and changing them as we headed out the door to get lunch. “I’ll be back later,” I told her, “Thanks for the help!” Grandpa and Grandma followed me out. Grandpa waited until we were inside the closed elevator to say, “That room is girlier than any of the girls’ nurseries you ever designed, Mandy, and I didn’t think that was possible!” “I always knew things were different in the girl’s nests,” Grandma said, “but I think that’s worse than even if Stacy had been stuck inside one.” I nodded, as I’d heard a few things myself already. “Guess we’ll have to start buying you clothes with unicorns on them so you can match the rest of your nest?” Grandma teased as the doors opened. I slapped my forehead, “I’m going to die of sugar overload!” Grandma and Grandpa took me to lunch in the Union before asking, “Are you doing anything after class besides going to your dorm?” Grandma asked. Remember, I need to take you quickly to student services for that new ID; they said they could update your wrist ID, too.” “Beth and I are supposed to meet up and work on starting to edit everything together,” I told her. “Can we just do that now?” She looked at the time and said, “Maybe? Let me carry you, and we’ll see if they’re open.” I sat in her arms as Grandma hurried to another part of the Union where student services were housed. Fortunately for us, they were open. “Hi, we need to update Carly’s ID,” Grandma told the woman at the desk. “Why?” “She’s Carly Slane now, not Connor Slane?” “And you are?” the woman asked suspiciously. “Professor Amanda Westerfield,” she told her. The woman’s expression was almost comical: “Got it! Carly, come over here and stand on this step stool…” My picture was taken, and the card ID was replaced quickly. The wrist ID was a bit trickier, but she could update that information, too, since it was just a change in name and gender. “Send me a message later so I know you made it back to your nest, okay?” Grandma asked after walking me to my math class. “Okay,” I told her. She bent down to my level, “Tomorrow, you have a doctor’s appointment with Doctor Nickerson after your screenwriting class to see if there’s any change in your situation. We want to give it some time to see if things stabilize first. I’ll meet you outside your class to take you over there.” “Okay,” I said. “I love you, Carly,” she said as she hugged me tightly. “I love you too, Grandma.” I walked into Math Analysis and tried to steel myself for the conversation with yet another class that didn’t recognize me at first… BETH GRABBED LUNCH with Livy and Reila that day, even as she initially kept an eye out for Carly. She received a text, though, saying Amanda and Fred had taken her to lunch after the move. “So, how’d things go this weekend?” Livy asked. “Umm… That’s really hard to answer,” Beth said. “Problems in lover’s lane?” Reila asked. Beth blushed, “Not between us, no?” “Then?” Livy asked. “You’ve got that guilty look like you know your best friends are supposed to know something, but you’re kind of embarrassed to tell us?” “I do not,” she tried to defend herself. “Totally do,” Reila added. She sighed, “Okay, so the filming sucked for the roles for us, but the crew was nice, and things went well. We finished filming everything yesterday, so we’re done with the worst part as long as we don’t need to reshoot something.” “That doesn’t sound like a secret?” Livy pushed. “Argh!” Beth complained, “So the script required Connor to go ahead and get one of the nanite treatments to change his appearance to her appearance.” “Wait, I thought you were the dunce?” Reila said. “Thanks…” Beth shook her head, “I was, but the buddy was a transgender character for some reason. So, to make it real, Connor became Carly. The plan was to have him become a girl for the filming from Saturday through finishing on Sunday, then everything would be reversed.” “Oh…” Livy said, “Reversing didn’t go so well?” Beth ran her hand through her hair nervously, “No, and that was only part of it…?” “So your boyfriend is now a girlfriend? Are you willing to try and make that work?” Livy asked. Beth bit her lip but nodded, “I think so? She’s still the same person?” “That’s so totally sweet,” Reila said. “Right answer!” “Something else, though?” Livy asked. “So the nanites also reactivated a side-effect from that stupid LittleGo Plus that that bitch poisoned him with. His potty training is effectively gone forever at the moment.” “That sucks,” Reila said. “Yeah… So you willing to date someone who you have to change their diapers?” Beth nodded, “That, of course, had its own problem. I’m just starting my period, and those stupid hormones were turning the mommy me completely nuts this morning.” “Oh!” Livy said, “You have one Amazon parent, so I guess that’s why?” Beth noted Livy didn’t say which parent. Truthfully, her true biological father had been, so she nodded, “Maybe?” “So wait, you haven’t like…?” Reila asked, pointing to her chest. Beth blushed, “No!!!” She felt her stomach turn, “Mine won’t, right?” Livy shrugged, “Who knows? Betweeners have odd genes. Sometimes, we’re more like Littles; otherwise, the stupid Amazon genes express themselves. You probably need to have a conversation with him… I mean, she to warn her?” “Yeah,” Beth agreed. “Beth, why does that woman over there keep staring at us? She looks a little too old to be a college student.” Beth turned and saw Nikki, “I guess there was one other thing since I saw you… That’s Nikki, my bodyguard…” I WAS GRATEFUL as I finished my math class, and I was able to get free of any taller interventions. Doctor Nash had announced an upcoming quiz, and every other student apparently panicked as they all rushed her at the end with questions and attempts to get tutoring. I had surreptitiously checked my diaper during class and knew that the drinks I had at lunch had run right through me and into the diaper. I was grateful to find Beth coming out of her own class, as we had plans to go work on editing the film. “Hi, Carly,” Beth said, closely followed by Livy. “Hi, Beth,” I said. I blushed at Livy’s shocked expression as she knelt before me, “Oh, my gosh, you’re adorable!!!” “Thanks,” I said nervously. “Sorry you had this happen,” Livy said, “But at least you are cute!” I sighed, “There is that!” “You ready to go work on the project?” Beth asked. I nodded, “We should try and get started at least?” “I booked two hours of editing time already, so we can get a start,” Beth told me. “Join us for dinner?” Beth suggested to Livy. “Can’t tonight, but I’ll take a raincheck!” She said with a smile. She gave me a friendly hug, “Welcome to the better side of life,” she winked. Beth looked down at me, “Need a change first?” She asked quietly to avoid passing students from hearing. I sighed and nodded, “Please? If you don’t mind? I can go to one of the stations if you do?” She surprised me by picking me up and placing me on her hip, whispering, “No stupid HoloNanny is going to change my girlfriend!” I blushed but comfortably sat on her hip as she carried me to the nearest bathroom. Three changing stations were available, and Beth placed me on the cleanest-looking one. “Let’s get you into a dry diapee!” she said with a smile. “Can you hand me one and some wipees from your bag?” “What’s with the mommy vibes?” I asked her as I handed her a diaper and a packet of wipes from my backpack. “Sorry, Con… Carly,” she looked sheepish, “Sorry about the wrong name there too. Since it’s my time of the month, apparently, the maternal instincts are coming out. I really am trying to tamp them down.” “I didn’t realize you had that much Big in you,” I told her as she gently pushed me onto my back. “I didn’t either,” she admitted. “It’s weird, and I’m sorry. I was incredibly distracted in class this morning since I couldn’t help but think I’d been a little crazy with you.” She pushed up the skirt of my jumper dress and unbuttoned the onesie top to reveal my soaked diaper. A moment later, she pushed the top and the jumper almost up to my arms to get them out of the way so she could reach the diaper. “You really soaked this thing!” She smiled at me. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s frightening how quickly I went from full control to less than a baby.” She kissed my head, “Nothing you can do about it! Do you need to go anymore?” I shrugged, “I can’t feel it to tell you?” She made a face, looked around the room, and then suddenly attacked my belly with her fingers without warning! “Beth!!!” I complained, “Stop!” After a little bit, she did and said, “I guess you did need to go some more…” I groaned, “Surely there are less torturous ways to make me pee myself?” “Maybe, but not as fun for me!” She kissed me on the nose and returned to opening the diaper. She was thorough but quick with the rest of the change. Soon, buttoning up the onesie, pulled the skirt down and placed me on the ground. “Okay, let’s go get to work?” she said. I nodded. It was a bit of a hike to the Matisse Center, but not horrible. I appreciated that she controlled the maternal instincts that seemed to suddenly flair and let me walk beside her. While we walked, we talked about our classes and other things. “How’s the new nest?” Beth asked. “Imagine the girliest preschool bedroom you could imagine? Filled with unicorns, rainbows, and sparkles?” She grimaced, “Okay?” “Now give that a shot of some crazy drug, call it a sparkle enhancing super powered formula, then concentrate that and inject the whole world with it!” “That bad, huh?” “I’m not kidding about unicorns or the sparkles,” I shook my head. “It was bad enough being fox kits in the other nest; we’re literally baby unicorns. I looked it up. Apparently, some people call those ‘sparkles’ instead of colts?” I shuddered, “My baby sisters wouldn’t have even wanted it in their girliest of fantasies!” She laughed at me then. “Seriously… and then did you know the girl’s nests have ‘play areas?’” She looked at me as if this was new to her. “What do you mean?” “One part of the room has a couple of gigantic dollhouses and a play area straight from a daycare!” “That’s scary,” Beth said. “I didn’t know that, though; I wonder if anyone actually plays with them?” I shrugged in response. “Who’s in the nest?” I shrugged, “I don’t know all of them; I do know two girls from my dimension are in there. They were a bit nervous, I think, when they figured out who I was, since to them, I’m effectively a boy moving in?” “They’ll get over it as soon as they see you naked?” Beth suggested. I blushed, “I hope so?” Fortunately, the editing studio we had booked was in front of us, so I was able to avoid having any other embarrassing discussions over girly nests and naked me! When I entered the room, I couldn’t help but peek around to ensure there were no surprise former crew members before climbing onto an adjustable-height chair at a computer console. The editing setup was similar to what I’d experienced back home but definitely more advanced! A HoloScreen that felt large due to its proximity to the user was set in the middle. To the right and left of the main screen were ten smaller screens that could display two-dimensional images for quick scanning of views and proofs and synced video to choose views. On the desk itself was a complicated series of touch screens that displayed a series of edit controls and options. I was amused as I activated the console that a holographic set of physical controls like a joystick and wheel were still available, which I assumed were meant to help control views and zoom in. There was even an obvious interface for EdgeSphere goggles! We’d been given an overview of the suite of tools in class, but this was my first real solo venture, and I was looking forward to playing! “What’s first?” Beth asked as she pulled another tall chair up beside mine. “We need to log in first,” I said, pulling up the screen and inputting my credentials. That took us into the system, and I could log into the special server for the projects. My eyes watered over the space the files occupied, but I was able to bring a list of cuts up onto one of the side panels. “Do you have your hard copy of the script by chance?” I asked her. She nodded, pulling out a binder. “Any reason you want a hard copy?” I shrugged, “I feel like it’s easier to make sure we get everything?” She nodded at that, “Okay, now what?” “Now… let’s look for the first clip…?” To my amazement, every clip was already self-labeled with Scene, Take, Length, and even good and bad take marks on the sheet. I knew a couple crew members traded off with a ‘good’ or ‘bad’ rating on the takes, but no one, as far as I could see, had entered the rest of the data? ‘Must have been a setting in the studio? I’m guessing it caught and transcribed the data when they spoke at the beginning of the takes? Talk about a time saver!’ Beth and I soon devised an edit decision list for the first scene. “Okay, let’s take this wide view of you first?” I said to Beth as I started selecting the clips from one take and populated all of them on the outside monitors while choosing the clip I wanted first in the middle. It took us the better part of fifty minutes to edit the first prologue scene, finding the best camera coverage for each line and action. “All of that for a couple of minutes of film?” Beth asked, eventually becoming somewhat exasperated. I laughed, “There will be worse, Beth. At least we didn’t have to worry about special effects?” “This is going to take forever!” she whined. “Probably,” I smiled, “Let’s get it done!” Beth and I worked the entire two hours we had the studio reserved, saved our progress, and headed to dinner. We had sat down at one of the mixed-height tables with our food about a minute before Amy and Mia walked up. “Hi, Con… Carly?” Mia said. “Hi, Mia, Hi, Amy,” I said. “May we join you?” Amy asked. I nodded, “Please!” We sat for a few minutes eating before the elephant in the room roared, “So, is it really true you’re a girl now?” Amy asked I nodded. “This dimension is insane!!! Why did we volunteer to come?” Mia said sadly. “Are you not finding anything positive?” Beth asked. “Well… not really. I’m in my Early Childhood Education classes, but half of them have been more about caring for Littles like me rather than young children! My professor even wanted me to…” She stopped and looked embarrassed. ‘Probably play baby for them?’ I thought to myself. I nodded to her, “I honestly worried about that when you introduced yourself before we came?” “How much did you know?” Amy asked. “I mean about how nuts everything is?” “Probably just about everything?” I said. “My mom came here…?” “So anyway, I guess you get to be in our nest now… go sparkles!” Amy said sarcastically. “Is Lilly at least better a better nest mother?” I asked quietly. “Much,” Mia said. “At least we don’t have forced playtime like in our other nest?” “That is so bizarre! She actually made you play with the dolls?” I asked. “Not just that, she made us pretend we were young enough to do stupid things like play house too… I hated that when I was a kid, for real!” Amy griped. The four of us talked for thirty minutes while we ate and gradually moved back to conversations that were more normal for college students. Time did tick on, though, and eventually, Mia said, “I’m going to head to the nest,” Mia stood, “I need to study and get some sleep.” I looked at Beth before turning to Mia. “Would you Mind if I walked back with you, Mia?” “Umm… sure, Amy, you going back too?” “Yeah, might as well,” Amy replied. “Beth, I’m going to go with them to see how things go tonight. I’ll message you later if I am able?” I looked at Beth as I stood. “I’ll hold you to that!” Beth told me while giving me a quick hug. With that, the three of us headed for the exit. We’d just barely walked inside the doors of Sanders Hall, though, when I felt my body stop on autopilot and crouch. A moment later, I could feel my diaper filled to the sides and the back with a gooey poop that was more liquid than solid for some reason. It was horrifyingly disgusting to have it on my butt! “Guess you really are back to diapers like the rest of us?” Mia asked me a moment later on the way up to our floor. I grimaced, “Unfortunately…” +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Thanks for reading! Please press that Like Button and leave a comment! I'm ahead of you all with writing, but I felt a couple of weeks ago when I wrote this that it was a big moment for me with this work! I know for certain that I'll divide the completed work into several books for publishing, but it definitely is a milestone in the work to me! As of this chapter, I'm now about 2/3rds of the way through Chapter 120 (357k words right now). 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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... 😁

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.

Chapter 13: Night of rebellion I glanced at the glowing digits of my watch, the soft luminescence barely cutting through the darkness. 1 a.m. I slid my hand beneath the mattress, fingers wrapping around the cool metal of my creation – the sonic screwdriver. Carefully, I eased out from under the covers, avoiding any noise that might betray my movement. The screwdriver felt like an extension of my own will, a key to freedom that I had forged in secret. I pointed it at the lock on my crib and activated it. The mechanism clicked softly, and with a gentle push, the railing lowered. Next was Adrian's crib. I crept over, holding my breath as I worked on his lock. Another quiet click and his barrier gave way too. Adrian's eyes flickered open; a shared glance was all we needed to communicate years of pent-up frustration and the burning desire for autonomy. Silently, we slipped out of our cribs and onto the cool floor. Mateo had done his part well; the liquid he provided ate through the adhesive on our diapers without leaving a trace. We peeled them off with a sense of urgency mixed with disgust for having to wear them in the first place. Dressed swiftly in black clothes that seemed to swallow what little light there was, we were shadows within a shadow. Our movements were practiced and precise; this wasn't just about sneaking out—it was a statement, a declaration that we weren't going to be shackled by these humiliating constraints any longer. "We need to be quick and silent," I whispered to Adrian as we finished dressing. "Every second counts." He nodded, his eyes hard with determination. "Let's do this," he murmured back. The door opened silently under the touch of my sonic driver, and we stepped out into the corridor beyond. * * * In the stillness of night, Dean Norris's sleep was a distant memory as her communicator buzzed urgently on the nightstand. She squinted against the soft glow of the screen, Argos's voice, clear and devoid of sleep, infiltrated the silence. "Dean Norris, surveillance indicates movement. The Littles are on the move, and there are unidentified Bigs in proximity. Positions remain undetermined." Frowning, Dean swung her legs off the bed, her mind already racing. She padded across the cool floor to her home office, where screens awaited her command. "I need eyes on this, Argos. Redirect the feed to me and LPS immediately." With a few swift keystrokes, the wall of monitors blinked to life. Images streamed in real-time, night vision casting an eerie glow over shadowy figures weaving through the university grounds. Dean leaned closer, studying each frame with precision. Argos's capabilities were unmatched, yet these intruders moved like phantoms – seen but untraceable. She grabbed her communicator again. "Alert LPS. Have them sweep the area. Keep me updated on any changes." "Affirmative," came Argos's response. The room filled with the hum of technology as Dean Norris watched and waited, ready to act against whatever threatened her charges under Emerson's moonlit sky. * * * The night draped over Emerson University like a velvet cloak, stars winking down at us as we stood huddled near the library's service entrance. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of nerves and adrenaline. Beside me, Adrian shifted on his feet, his eyes sharp and alert. We both wore our dark goggles, giving us the surreal vision of night as clear as day. Mateo had been talking in hushed tones with a couple of others I hadn't met before. One was tall and lean, with a runner's build, while the other had the broad shoulders of a swimmer. They both gave off an air of quiet confidence. "Guys, this is Jules and Leo," Mateo said, gesturing to each in turn. "They're in on the plan." Jules gave a curt nod, his gaze flicking to the drone in my hands. "You're the tech whiz with the toys?" "That's me," I answered with a small grin, feeling a sliver of pride cut through the tension. I held up the drone—a compact piece of machinery that looked more like a shadow in my hands. "This little buddy is going to give us eyes in the sky." Leo crossed his arms, his eyes meeting mine. "And you're sure it won't be detected?" I nodded firmly. "It's fitted with stealth tech. Silent and invisible to most sensors." With practiced ease, I activated the drone and it buzzed to life with barely a whisper, its dark form melting into the night sky above us. Adrian stepped forward then, taking charge in a way that hinted at some past military training he never talked about. He looked every bit the part of an operative from one of those spy films we used to watch back home. "Alright," he said quietly, "Bix's drone will keep an eye out for any unexpected company. Let's not waste time." With those words hanging in the air like mist, Adrian slipped on his goggles and approached the door. He examined it for a moment before giving us a hand signal—the all-clear. I watched him disappear inside first, his movements fluid and precise. After a beat, Jules followed him silently into the shadows of the doorway. Leo glanced at me and gave an encouraging nod before he too stepped through. My turn. Heart racing, I glanced up at my drone one last time through my goggles—its silent flight reassuring me—and followed them into the library's underbelly. Once inside, I felt like we'd entered another world—a place where we weren't just Littles subject to diapers and demeaning rules but rebels on a mission that could change everything. "We stick together," I whispered to myself as much as to them, reaffirming our pact against whatever lay ahead. * * * Mateo's voice echoed softly in the darkness, "Two floors down, guys." I nodded, gripping the controls of the drone. We moved cautiously, shadows merging with the darkness around us. The library loomed ominously, a giant monolith of knowledge that held secrets we were about to uncover. We had a simple plan. Use the drone to navigate the labyrinth of shelves and trigger any potential alarms before we got there. Adrian was in charge of the map, a digital blueprint of the library layout that glowed on his tablet. He directed us with whispered instructions while I controlled the drone, its small propellers humming quietly as it flew ahead. My heart pounded as we descended the grand staircase, each step creaking under our weight. The silence was oppressive, wrapping around us like a blanket. We relied on the dim light from Adrian's tablet and the faint glow from my drone controller to guide our path. "Left here," Adrian whispered, pointing towards a dark corridor. The drone zoomed ahead, its infrared sensors scanning for any hidden alarms. A red light blinked on my controller. I froze. "Wait," I muttered, studying the display. It was an alarm sensor, invisible to the naked eye but glaringly obvious to my drone. "False alarm," I breathed out after a moment of tense silence. The red light on my controller had turned green again. It was just a stray signal from an old security system long out of use. We continued our descent, our movements slow and deliberate. Every sound seemed amplified in the quiet library - our hushed whispers, the rustle of our clothes against each other, even our breaths seemed too loud. Suddenly, Adrian hissed a warning. "Stop!" I froze mid-step as he pointed at something ahead - another alarm sensor blinking ominously on his tablet's screen. This time it wasn't a false alarm. We had triggered something. The drone buzzed as I maneuvered it, sending it towards the blinking light on Adrian's tablet. The drone's camera feed showed us a laser grid, crisscrossing the hallway ahead. With a sigh of relief, I directed the drone through the grid, watching as it successfully navigated through without setting off any alarms. We had avoided a potential disaster. "Alright," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "We're clear." Adrian nodded, and we continued our descent into the library's depths. The promise of hidden knowledge drove us forward, adrenaline pumping in our veins as we navigated through the darkened corridors of the library. Our first heist was going according to plan, despite the close calls and false alarms. Our footfalls were muffled by the ancient carpeting as we moved deeper into the library. The atmosphere was thick with the smell of old books and a sense of untold stories. A low hum of electricity filled the air as we neared our destination: the restricted section. "Here it is," Adrian whispered, his voice echoing slightly in the silence. The door to the restricted section loomed in front of us, imposing and heavy. It was made of solid metal, with a sophisticated electronic lock that seemed out of place amidst the library's ancient grandeur. Taking a deep breath, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my sonic screwdriver. It was an ingenious device, a combination of technology and ingenuity. I had spent countless hours perfecting it, tinkering with different settings and functions until I was satisfied with its performance. I aimed the sonic screwdriver at the door's lock, holding my breath as I activated it. A high-pitched whirring filled the air as I manipulated the device, watching for any signs of success. To my disappointment, the door remained stubbornly closed. I frowned, adjusting the settings on my screwdriver and trying again. The whirring grew louder, but still, nothing happened. I could feel Adrian's gaze on me, his worry palpable in the silent room. "Bix..." he began, but I shook my head. "Give me a minute," I muttered, refusing to admit defeat. The door was just another challenge to overcome - a test of my abilities and determination. But no matter how much I tweaked or adjusted my sonic screwdriver, the door refused to budge. Frustration bubbled within me as I tried again and again to no avail. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I dropped my hand in defeat. The sonic screwdriver felt heavy in my hand - a reminder of my failure. "It's not working," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The silence that followed was deafening, our hopes dashed by a single, unyielding door. "Over there," Mateo's voice was low but urgent, his finger pointing to a curtain at the far end of the room. I squinted, making out the outline of a hidden service lift behind the heavy fabric. A wave of relief washed over me. It wasn't over yet. We hurried over, our steps echoing softly in the cavernous room. The lift was small and looked like it was designed for moving heavy boxes or Littles, not a group of determined young men. I pushed the button and we stepped inside, our bodies pressing close in the confined space. The lift jerked to life, sending us descending into the depths of the building. We watched as each floor passed by, an endless stretch of darkness that seemed to swallow us whole. I could feel Adrian's arm brushing against mine, his grip tight on the railing as we plummeted further down. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as we continued our descent. The small light inside the lift flickered ominously, casting long shadows that danced on our faces. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pounding against my ribcage. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the lift and our own shallow breaths. Suddenly, with a jolt that nearly knocked us off our feet, the lift came to an abrupt stop. We stumbled, clutching onto each other for support as we tried to regain our balance. The doors creaked open to reveal a vast room unlike anything we had expected. It wasn't a library or even an archive - it looked more like an abandoned military complex. Dust swirled in the air, catching in the weak beams of light filtering in from cracked windows high above us. Old equipment lay strewn about haphazardly; metal desks covered in layers of dust and decayed paperwork; rusted lockers lined against one wall; a giant map of Amazonia, faded and peeling, hung on the opposite wall. A chill ran down my spine as I stepped out of the lift, the others following closely behind. The room felt eerie and forgotten, a stark contrast to the polished grandeur of the library above us. I glanced back at Adrian and Mateo, their faces mirroring my own confusion. This was not what we had planned for. "Merde, what's going on?" I cursed under my breath, confusion and frustration mingling in a sour cocktail in my mind. The whole situation seemed off, the air heavy with a foreboding sense of something lurking just beyond our understanding. Without warning, the lights snapped on, blinding in their intensity after the thick darkness we'd been steeped in. My hand shot up to shield my eyes, and as they adjusted, the sight before me sent a jolt of ice through my veins. There stood Evelyn, flanked by five Bigs decked out in intimidating gear, their arms crossed and faces set in hard lines. Each one was equipped with weapons that gleamed ominously under the harsh fluorescent lights. And there, among them, stood Aiden – his charming facade replaced by a steely gaze that cut right through me. Evelyn's lips twisted into that all-too-familiar condescending smile as she clucked her tongue. "Swearing is not becoming of little ones," she chided, her voice carrying that same patronizing lilt I'd come to despise. I clenched my jaw tight enough to ache, anger bubbling up like a volcano on the brink of eruption. Yet, despite the heat of my emotions, a cold shiver ran down my spine. This was bad – worse than any of us could have anticipated. "Now," Evelyn continued, her eyes sweeping over us like we were errant children caught with our hands in the cookie jar. "You can come to us willingly or face consequences far worse than a few swats on your behind." The threat hung heavy in the air between us. My heart pounded against my ribcage with the force of a drum in the silence that followed her ultimatum. The instinct to rebel surged within me, but reason clawed its way through the fog of defiance. We were outmatched and outgunned – quite literally. I exchanged a quick glance with Adrian and Mateo; their faces were pale but resolute. None of us wanted to yield to Evelyn's twisted games or Aiden's duplicity. But as much as it pained me to even consider it, fighting back seemed like signing our own death warrants. A muscle ticked in Adrian's jaw as he gave an almost imperceptible nod. Mateo's hand twitched by his side, but he too seemed resigned to our fate. With every fiber of my being screaming in protest, I stepped forward. "We'll come willingly," I said through gritted teeth. It felt like swallowing shards of glass – bitter and sharp – but it was our only choice. Evelyn's smile widened into a triumphant grin as we moved toward them, her cohorts parting to make way for our surrender. Each step felt heavier than the last; I was acutely aware of the rustle of our clothing and the muffled thuds of our footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. As we approached them, my mind raced with thoughts of Eric and all I had hoped to achieve here in Amazonia – now slipping through my fingers like sand. But deep down, beneath layers of fear and resignation, a small ember of defiance still glowed hot and unyielding. Whatever Evelyn had planned for us next, I wasn't going to make it easy for her.

"BLARRRR!" the sound coming from his diaper was deafening to his ears. The combination of of enema, laxatives, and force feeding had left his stomach jam packed, and every inch of it poured out of him. He struggled helplessly, nothing he could do would stop the effect of the expanded plug. He groaned and rocked. His diaper expanded further, and blew up behind his back as the audience cheered and laughed. He gasped and bent over, more and more pouring out. After what seemed like an eternity, he was left gasping, panting, and sweating, for a very different reason then before. The smell hit his nose, and gagged. Arms grabbed him and picked him up into the air. He shook his head and whined, trying to beg them not to, but no words came out from the pacifier gag. He knew what was coming, but tied as he was, there was no way to stop it. He didn't know the owner of the first lap he was sat on. The woman smiled at him, made an exaggerated waving motion with his hand to make fun of his smell, and pushed him down. "EEEE!" he screamed as his bottom settled into the disgusting mess in his diaper. The ooze was pushed into him and caked him, making every inch it covered burned. When he was finally in it, the smell filled his nose and he gagged. "Gagging on your own smell, stinky?" the woman teased. "That's ok. Someone want to give little poopy pants her doll so she stops whining?" The doll was shoved in his lap, completing the look of being cradled on her. He felt her lift her leg slowly, then begin bouncing. "EEEP!" he shrieked as the mush was repeatedly jammed into him. The mix of humiliation, disgust, and pain filled him, and he cried loudly as he bounced. Each loud "Squelch" made him whine harder, and made them laugh louder. He was passed to another lap, then another. Each woman took the time to tease and mock him, and reveled in his reaction. Thoughts ran through his head. He was in a dress and a poopy diaper, smelling so bad that he gagged on his own smell, with all the women he had longed after laughing at him. And yet, he had never been more excited. He knew that if she offered him another night of the same, he'd accept. It ended on Jordan's lap. The woman who had reveled most in his pain, humiliated and punished him the worse, had the final say in his night "Hey there poopy pants. Hey there stinky little boy. Having fun bouncing up and down in your sad, pathetic diapers?" He nodded, tears in his eyes. His bottom burned and ached. The mush wrapped him, moving with each bounce, making him more sick and more eager. "I think that is what I'm going to call you, poopy pants. I've never seen a grown man so pathetic that he filled his diapers in front of a room full of women. You like your new name poopy pants?" He nodded. "Really? Ok poopy pants, I'll just call you that forever. Should I go to your roommate and tell him too? Your work? Should I make you call yourself that online? Should I..." Her teasing went on, until he was crying from shame. His mind was full of unexpected emotions he had never experienced before, and he had no idea how to comprehend them. Ryan's lay backward in his bully's arms, panting and drooling. His vision went black for a moment, and he rocked forward. When he finally became cognizant again, he looked up to see everyone staring and laughing. "Enjoy that poopy pants?" Jordan said. "Mhmm," he nodded sadly. "Good little poopy pants. Now go with your mommy so we don't have to smell you anymore."

He nodded. She laughed. "God you're pathetic. You actually enjoyed that? You enjoyed being humiliated, paraded around in skirts and diapers, used as a toilet, and treated like our little bitch?" He paused, blushed, but still nodded. "Figures. A loser like you would, and the fact you're here proves it. Looks like you're learning to love your diapers aren't you, you pervert." He looked down at the white, printed material jutting out from under his skirt. He couldn't say he loved them. However, the thought of this attractive, powerful woman dressing him up in humiliating clothes for her own pleasure... it made him shudder. He hated that he loved it. "I really hope you are still learning your lesson. I hope when we are done, you never even think of stalking one of my friends again, ok? And if you do, all the videos from tonight will go online on our favorite sites, and you will have your own herd of perverts coming after you, understood? You want men coming hoping to spank you in a skirt and diaper or tie you down?" He nodded. Even that last, horrifying threat served as pleasure in his mindset. He shuddered again. She looked down at it and shook her head, a bemused smile on her face. "Wow, literally too perverted to punish, Diaper Girl. Maybe I'll just keep you around like this after and we can do it each week? "MHMM!" he said eagerly, nodding. She laughed, then continued. "We have one more game for you, then you can finish and rest, ok? You see, its almost midnight. Normally, we'd watch a ball drop and hear fireworks, wouldn't we?" He nodded, curious. "We don't have one, but we will see SOMETHING drop, and hear SOMETHING go off." She held up the remote. "You see this? When I hit this button, that little plug inside you will open up, and we will all get a nice view of you filling your diapers to the brim. With all the laxatives enemas in you, you're going to make a nice, big, stinky mess for mommy. Then, we are going to take turns passing you around on our laps, bouncing you up and down, where ALL the spicy mush we give you is going to burn your spanked bottom again and again. And that's how you'll end the night- not with anyone here or with anyone in a relationship with you, but with you bouncing up in your dirty, poopy diapers, spanked bum aching the entire time, while we all laugh at you. Sound fun?" For once, he shook his head. "MMM MM!" he begged, though she only laughed and walked away to get everyone's attention. Part of him knew it was coming. They had fed him laxatives, they had even given him an enema, and they put him in diapers. Logically, there was only one way for that to go. Still, even after all he experienced, the idea of messing his diaper shook him to his very core. "MMM MMM! MMM MMM!" he complained as three of the women untied his leash and lifted him up by his legs and arms. He struggled helplessly, the ropes on his feet and hands keeping him in place as the carried him to the top of a shelf. They set him down, bottom to the audience, and almost eye level with everyone there. They lifted his skirt and tied it tightly around his waist, exposing the full back of his diaper. Sawyer just patted his diapered bottom. "Its so cute to hear you complain, as if you get a say. We know you love it, pervert, so just accept it." His plug started vibrating. He lifted his head back, feeling his tears mix with the drool from his mouth. They all laughed as he moaned, but nothing he could to could stop his reaction. The countdown started. "10!" they chanted. He moaned louder. "9!" He whined, not wanting them to see what he knew what was coming. "8!" He cried and screamed as loud as his pacifier gag would allow, desperately hoping someone else would hear and come to his aid. "7!" He pulled and struggled at the chains, but nothing budged. His diapered behind remained where it was, and there was no way to change it. "6! 5! 4! 3!" "MMMM!!" He cried. "2! 1!" He hung his head in shame. He felt the plug expand.

At current I generally think such things should be kept private. However, it would certainly be nice if it could be more openly discussed and accepted. Not to an extent of pushing or even advocating for others to do/try it (if they choose so of their own accord, so be it) but to not having to hide it or there be a stigma around it. p.s. you get a big plus from me (even if it doesn't mean much) for making a poll with many available options and decent descriptions to the options.

Mistake Fourteen I was away from Judith for almost a week. Paul - my replacement - kept me abreast of the situation. Judith never mentioned me. She never asked where I was. But he said she "seemed sad", for whatever that was worth. I really didn't have any options. I had to erase everything. I had to take away the past week, along with the day she nearly messed herself. It was the only way I could get things back on track. When I saw Judith again, she barely reacted. I could see the light in her eyes as they locked with mine, but that was it. Then she looked back down at her novel. Paul said he was giving her books now, and she would go through two or three a day. I set her medication down on the counter and went to sit on the couch beside her. Or, a few cushions away. "Hey," I said, wondering how close I could get to her without her pulling back. If I could touch the marker to her skin. "Hey," she said, a little distantly, lost in thought. Her eyes didn't move, even as she stared at the book. She wasn't reading. "How's the book?" I asked. "Fine," she said. Not like she would remember it anyway. She wouldn't remember any of the two-dozen books she'd read. I sighed and uncapped the marker behind my back, then scooted a little closer to her. This was for the best. "Maria..." Judith said quietly, just as I leaned in to Touch her. I froze at my own name; she never called me that anymore. "Yeah?" I asked. "I'm... really sorry." It was a good opening. I could have leaned in further for reassurance. A gentle Touch to her hand. But I... I guess I was curious about what she had to say. So I leaned back instead. "Sometimes I feel like... our relationship... I don't know. That you don't care about me. That I'm just... something for you to play with at work." "That's not true," I lied. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "I know," Judith sighed, closing her book. She still didn't look up at me. "I'm a little insecure sometimes, and I love doing things for you... but that last day felt so... manipulative..." Probably because it was. But I didn't say that. "I just wish... you'd trust me a little more. To make you happy. Because sometimes it feels like you're playing a game, trying to trick me and stuff. But you don't have to. You can just tell me what you want." "And you'd just do it?" I asked, more sarcastically than I'd intended. "I think so, yes," Judith said, looking up at me with a fake smile. "I see how proud you get... when you get your way. When you... I don't know. Win?" "I'm not trying to win," I argued. "Yeah, you are," Judith laughed. "And that's okay! I don't mind losing. Just... tell me the rules. Let me play too. Don't lie to me or trick me..." I wasn't sure what to say. Manipulating her into doing what I wanted was part of the game. Sure, her role had to be consensual, but informed was not a requirement to reach our goals. If she felt like my equal, was I ever really in control? She always had a choice... I just didn't want her to know it. I wanted her to think her choices were mine to make. "You okay?" Judith asked nervously. "Yeah, um..." I clicked the cap back on the marker. "I'm sorry too. Maybe I'm also insecure sometimes?" "Maybe," Judith smiled. "Do you want to talk about, uh... last time? With the..." "Sure," I sighed. "I just saw an opportunity. I thought if you pooped in your diaper—" Judith visibly shuddered. I stared blankly at her. "Sorry," Judith blushed a little. "Bathroom talk is super weird to me. I've had some bad experiences." "Oh." I didn't know that. "You seemed okay with it, with wetting..." "I wasn't," Judith admitted. "It took a lot of getting used to. I'm still not great about it, but funnily enough the childish terms help a lot. Wetting, accidents, blah blah blah..." "I'll try to avoid more... overt bathroom terms," I conceded. We were both quiet for a moment, then Judith asked: "So you really want this? For me to..." "I do," I said. But now I wasn't sure why. It was supposed to be a demonstration of her lack of control, of her inability to do something as simple as use the toilet without my permission. But now it was just because I wanted her to. I couldn't tell if she was still in spec. "Do you mind if I ask... why do you like all this stuff?" "I've told you that," I said. "No, you've told me that you like powerless girls. But there's a lot of other ways to make me feel powerless, other than... ya know. Treating me like a baby." "That's just... what I want," I said. Because that was what the Academy was built on. Because we decided regression was the perfect bridge between acceptance, dependence, and imagination. It was necessary to meet our ends. "You're lying," she said flatly. Oh, now she can tell when I'm lying? "Fine, um..." I had to think of a way to spin this. "You know the saying, ignorance is bliss? Like, if we didn't have to be privy to everything all the time, we could be happy? It's like Adam and Eve and the apple. Sure, sin existed, but they didn't know any better. They were pure and innocent, and God never blamed them for it." "God gave them the rule: don't eat the apple of knowledge or whatever," Judith continued the story. "But Eve was tempted by the snake, and she did. They learned about sin, and then they were culpable." "Yes, exactly," I said. "But what if they weren't? What if you could take that apple away before Eve took a bite, or you could shoo the snake from your garden?" "That's not possible," Judith said. "We're born with it. Even as babies, even if we don't understand it yet, we still have the capacity to know." "Sure, but..." How was I supposed to explain it? The difference between a grown adult and a little kid? I never even thought about it myself until Penny. "I have a friend," I said, speaking honestly for once. I opened up to her. A mistake, no doubt. "She and her boyfriend play this game, where he takes care of her. But it was her idea, not his. She asked him for it. And when he does it - when he dresses her up, or he changes her diapers, or he treats her like a little kid - she's just... different. She's the same girl, but so much lighter. So unencumbered. So happy. And when we... when I thought about you and me, I thought about the two of them. That, if there was a way to mix in my dominance while making someone else feel that way? That lightness? That's what I wanted. I wanted to give someone freedom from culpability, and to know that I could be responsible for them instead." I never thought about it like that before, but wasn't that the whole reason we were doing this? The Academy wasn't entirely altruistic, but we were going to build a better world. We could take away sin. We could recreate Eden. If it took a bit of manipulation to get there... well, wasn't that worth it? "I think that's very sweet," Judith smiled. "I think I understand a little bit better now. Thanks for sharing that." "Sure." I felt relieved, but also… just a little bit lost. The structure upon which all this was built was supposed to be stable, and I felt like my footing was wrong. My expectations and my reality were not lining up very well. I just needed to talk about something else. So we talked about something else. I mentioned visiting some friends and taking time off work. She mentioned that Paul would only play one board game with her before he got bored, or he would check his watch when watching TV shows. Whenever she would ask a difficult question, Paul always said something about asking me and getting back to her. Like, when could she leave? And was her dad still getting her letters? Despite our catching up, Judith and I didn't feel right. I remembered what Judith said about manipulating her, and the idea of using the marker still wasn't completely off the table. It would have been the easier path forward, but I'd used six Touches already. If there was another way, I had to at least try. "I don't want to push you," I lied, "but do you think things could go back to normal? Acting like this feels... kind of awkward." "Yeah, I think so too," Judith nodded. "I really appreciate you asking." We were both quiet for a moment. Maybe those words were some magic panacea, that having said them would put that change out into the universe. I don't know if either of us held our breaths, but I did feel a little dry in the mouth when I spoke again, so maybe I had been. "Let's watch a movie." Judith took her meds and I set up a movie on the TV. We weren't ten minutes into it when I pulled Judith onto my lap. It wasn't ten minutes after that when I whispered in her ear: "Wet yourself." Heat pooled between my legs as she leaked through her denim jeans. I waited until she was completely done, when the couch cushion was soaked, before I threw her off me in a huff. "Judith!" I snapped, filled with mock anger. I saw a bit of worry on her face, so I dialed it back. "Another accident? You just told me that you had been dry all week." "I... uh..." Judith couldn't make eye contact. Even after so many accidents, she still had such a strong shame response. "I'm not going to keep cleaning up after you," I said, sounding exhausted. "We're fixing this little problem once and for all." I reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her up to her feet. I dragged her through the living room and into the bedroom. Before stripping her of her wet jeans, I held up one of the diapers from her top drawer. "You'll be wearing these from now on, do you understand?" Judith blushed deeply and gently nodded her head. "Yes Nana..." Judith kept good on that promise. We had another "cutting up your panties" moment after the diaper change, destroying the pairs Paul had brought her. Once again, Judith was my little diaper girl. And once again, I was bumping up to the same problem. Two weeks later, the stars aligned: while I was at the beach house, Judith had to poop. I knew it just had to happen once, and it would be easier after that. Every ounce of me wanted to tie her to the bed until it happened. But I was nervous. I needed Judith to trust me. I wanted her to trust me. "I'm gonna use the bathroom, okay?" she asked in a very quiet voice. At least she asked. "You're sure?" I tried to sound condescending, but it came out a little forlorn. "I'm sorry," Judith muttered, looking at her feet. She looked like she might actually cry. So I took her pacifier, dangling from her shirt, and put it between her lips. "Get me when you're done," I said. "I'll put you in a new diaper." She nodded and left the room. I slid down the couch and sighed. Ugh. What was I even doing? But a long con requires a long time. I needed to be patient. Judith and I talked about it after that, as I was taping her into a fresh diaper. "I want to," she said. "I'm just scared." "I know," I said calmly. "There's no rush." "But every time I use the bathroom, I feel a little guilty. It just feels wrong..." "That's because you're a little girl," I teased. But honestly, the guilt of using the toilet was pleasantly unexpected. It was only a matter of time. "I keep thinking, if you're here when I gotta go, I'll do it. But you aren't. And then this time, you were. And I chickened out." "Why is that?" I asked. "I don't know... it's really awkward. Worse than having accidents. It feels so intentional..." "So are accidents, in your case." I powdered her and pulled the diaper between her legs. "It's not the same..." Judith sighed. "Well..." I taped each tape down as I thought, until she was snugly in her diaper. "What if I make it worth your while?" "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, you only wet yourself the first time so I would kiss you. And you only wear your diapers now because you got five passes for sex. Which you still have two of, by the way." "I didn't forget." "So maybe you just need some incentive." "But... I have everything I want," Judith said. Which was very romantic, and an outright lie. "What about grown up sex?" I asked. She blinked in surprise. "You want that, don't you?" "I... yeah. I just thought... I mean, yes. I do." I could see the confusion swirling in her eyes. "One time," I said. "As a thank you." Judith gently nodded her head without giving it any thought at all. I should write a book. Unpottytraining Someone Using Guilt and Promises. It really did have a nice ring to it, didn't it? Judith didn't mention our deal again, not for a while. I was just about to start pushing the issue again when Academy M got some new residents. Jamie and Erik. Erik was one of the Witting; he, and hundreds like him, knew what the Academy was doing and was eager to help. A Witting had no access to the outside world until the Academy project was complete, and in return for their services, they'd get a wish. The Academy needed workers and it was a sweet deal. Of course, a majority of the workers at the Academy were Unwitting. They thought they were here for some other purpose, helping care for sick or damaged people. They were paid in money or favors, but their participation was voluntary. They could leave at any point, unless they started to learn things they shouldn't. Jamie was a Candy. She was entirely unremarkable, as far as I could tell, but she had broke after only four Touches. It was a record low. "You're not going to reset her?" I asked, looking over Erik's notes. "She's wasting resources," Erik sighed. "She's a total handful, and Penny put her likelihood at 2%." "I guess this is why we made the Memoriam," I sighed, signing the bottom of the document. Erik kept mostly to himself as the days went on. I think I intimidated him, to be honest. It was kind of flattering. A week later, Erik got another charge. Felicia. She was another troublemaker, and a grade A liar. She played the system like a pro, and didn't find any shame in diapers. After two transfers and a chat with Penny, she had been sent to the Memoriam too. Penny thought she liked the attention. I was so swamped with real work for a change that one day, I was caught by surprise when Judith tugged on my sleeve and said: "I really have to use the bathroom..." "Oh, you do?" There was disappointment in my tone. At first I made the assumption that she wanted permission to toddle off and take care of her business, but... well, her voice was small and quiet, and her cheeks were as red as the fake sunset over the ocean. "Yeah, um..." Judith's voice was such a whisper that it was hard to hear, even in the silent living room. "But if... you had a reason I couldn't... that would be... understandable..." And there it was - she wanted permission. Or rather, she wanted to not be given permission. I thought of a hundred ways I could stop her from going to the bathroom, and using her diaper for that instead. Deals. Threats. Promises. Instructions. In the end, I went for kisses. I sat down. pulled her into my lap, and I put one hand on her cheek. "You're too busy kissing me to make it to the bathroom, Judith. Isn't that right?" I leaned up and kissed Judith on the lips. My kisses were perfectly practiced. They were soft and hard, rushed and patient. They were a perfect ebb and flow, like the tide. Within a minute, Judith was out of breath and her eyes were glossy. It was so easy to turn off her brain sometimes. Five minutes later, she wiggled a little on my lap and shook her head. She was struggling to focus, but there was a bigger issue. She couldn't get comfortable. "I gotta use the bathroom..." she repeated again. "You're my little diaper-trainee, Judith." I used kisses instead of punctuation, and I made certain to keep her off-balance, to keep her from coming up for air. "You're my baby girl, and I'm going to keep you this way; you're better this way. Helpless, and pliant, and all all all mine. Your body wants to fight, but your heart wants to give me everything, and your mind... well, it'll do what it's told, won't it? Just like you will." "But..." The monologue had clearly affected Judith. Her gaze was flitting between my eyes and my lips, painted with soft red lipstick. "Kiss me," I said. And she did. A few minutes later, Judith whimpered into my mouth. She broke our kisses and ducked her head down, so that I could see the top of her hair. "I can't do this," she muttered, trembling a little. I wanted to just continue kissing her, but truth be told... I'd never shit myself in a diaper before. For all the experimenting I'd done, for all the practice I'd had, I never quite got that far. I thought back to all the videos I watched of cam girls filling their diapers... they made it look so easy. Then again, pissing myself the first time was a lot harder than I thought too. Maybe Judith wasn't playing obstinate; maybe this was just a rough pose. "Let's go to your bedroom, then." I led Judith by the wrist toward the bedroom. She tugged at my grip, which was either a playful attempt at getting away or the last bits of her pride taking momentary control of her body. Either way, it lasted only a moment and the two of us were in her room. Her eyes darted to the ensuite bathroom and I smiled. "I gotta—" "Shh," I cut her off. Her face contorted in annoyance, then pain. She whimpered and crossed her arms over her stomach. She was wearing a frilly crop top with the word 'Princess' across the front, which did nothing to hide the thick white diaper with blue and yellow lines. I kept wanting to switch her to something more infantile, but her medical kink was still so strong. Maybe I could use that. "Oh sweetheart, are you having tummy pains? Are you having other symptoms, too? Should I examine you? Put you up on the bed, run my hands down your body; listen to your heartbeat? I wonder what my stethoscope would find if I ran it over your diaper, mm?" I watched her cheeks change color like a mood ring. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes. Over the past few months, she had become more accustomed to my role as her Nana, and a little less so as her nurse. The two were one in the same, but the latter definitely had a bit more sway when it came to arousal. "I, um... gotta..." "Lie down," I finished her sentence for her. "Can you do that for me?" "Um..." Her eyes darted once more to the bathroom, then she nodded her head. "Yes, Nana..." She gently got up on the bed, with movements like a jilted puppet, and shuffled around before lying down. I sat down next to her on the bed and put a hand to her forehead. "Oh dear, you're quite warm... a fever, or could it be something else?" I moved that same hand down to her tummy... and then up her chest, to rest above her heart. "Elevated heart rate, too..." "Nana..." Judith whimpered. Every touch and every word made her squirm. We hadn't had sex all week, and I knew she was needy. Why else would she even consider shitting herself? "Let's see..." With careful professionalism, I touched the front of Judith's diaper. Then, with no professionalism at all, I squeezed it against her skin. She shivered and rocked against my hand, but I pulled away. "No, you're still dry. So you don't need a diaper change." "Nana!" Judith said a little louder. Then her face pulled together again and she whined. Another cramp. "Warm cheeks, rapid heartbeat, whiny little needy noises, and a completely dry diaper? What a mysterious diagnosis for my favorite patient. Let's have a listen to that tummy then, shall we?" I kept a stethoscope in Judith's room just for moments like this. Most days I still wore my pink scrubs too; my role as her nurse was never far from Judith's mind. I took the stethoscope out of her nightstand and put it in my ears. Then I raised Judith's already short top and touched the cold metal to her stomach. She twitched in response. "Hmm..." I moved the stethoscope from one position of her belly to another, and then to another. I kept making pensive, curious sounds. The theatrics, of course, were mostly to distract her from getting too balled up in her own anxieties; if she could focus on me, she could focus less on squeezing her insides into knots. "Well, I do find this quite distressing," I said, keeping that professionalism in my voice. "You seem to be having trouble using your diapers." "Mmm..." Judith whimpered and tried to roll over, but I held her in place with one hand. "That's probably just anxiety though," I said warmly, running my fingertips up her thigh, against her stomach, and to her neck. I twisted my fingers in her hair. "Maybe you just need a good cuddle and some reassurance." I climbed into Judith's bed, forcing her onto her side. With a bit of maneuvering and a lot of whimpering on her part, I managed to pull Judith on top of me, so that her head was pressed against my chest and the crotch of her diaper was on my thigh. I was mostly lying down, with a bit of sitting up, and started playing with her hair again. "Pull your legs up so that your weight is on your knees," I whispered to her. Judith did as she was told, so that her diapered butt rose into the air. It was like child's pose in yoga, except that her arms were curled around me and her head was on my chest. "I dunno about this," Judith muttered. She tried to sit up, but I could easily hold her in place with one hand on her back and the other in her hair. "That's because you're new to this, so it's scary and unknown. But get through this and it won't be new anymore; it'll become normal. Normal, and repeatable. And it just gets easier..." I bounced her just a little bit with my knee, "and easier, and easier…" Judith whimpered a little as the diaper pressed between her legs, but these whimpers were ones of pleasure. Then, there was another whimper of pain and she dug her nails into my shirt. I played gently with her hair. "Shh... you gotta relax, princess. You want to feel better, don't you? Your body is fighting back, telling you that you're a big girl who uses the potty. But you know that's not true. Your heart and your mind know better. Don't let your body be in charge. Listen to your heart. Listen to your mind. Listen to me." "Mmm..." "Don't let you body control you..." I lowered my voice to a whisper; a sexy whisper. "Let me control you. Be everything I've ever wanted you to be. Give everything else away, and keep only what I say to be. Relax, close your eyes, let it all go. Every bit of doubt, every bit of struggle, all your maturity, let it all out, push it all away." I could feel her body relax in my arms. Then I could feel it tense. Any time a cramp would hit, she would whimper and squirm, and I would press my knee to the front of her diaper. Then she would settle back down. She shuffled her knees a bit and I kept playing with her hair. "That's a good girl... soak up all my words. Let all your thoughts go. Let your body go. Trust your heart. Trust me to know what's best for you. This is best for you. A little girl in her nurse's lap, filling her diaper. Just like she's told. Can you do that for me?" "Mm...mmhmm..." Judith's head nodded against my chest. It was a long time coming, but I knew she'd surrender. I could tell by the way she sighed, like a deflating balloon. I played with her hair, and I spoke clearly: "Push for me sweetheart, and burn this memory into your mind so it can never ever fight back. You do wear diapers, you do need diapers, you do wet your diapers, and you do mess your diapers. Helplessly, sweetly, casually, normally. Push for me sweet girl, show me the real you." Judith's body tensed again, but this time it wasn't paired with a whimper. It was paired with a groan and the quietness of Judith holding her breath. Her body trembled, just a bit, and I could feel every muscle in her body squeeze together. I had seen enough people poop their diapers. I'd seen it Ai do it a lot. It was never a very grand experience from the perspective of the dominant, but I imagined it felt a lot different to Judith. Finally, her body shuddered a little and the tension relaxed. It didn't spasm like when she would cum; it was a gradual exhale. The only reason I knew she was done was because of the smell. A thick stink. Noticeable, but not too bad. Or maybe I was just used to it. I put my hand on her cheek, and I guided her flushed and sweaty face upward enough that I could look her in the eye. I kissed her. Passionately. The hardest part was over. She'd crossed her own personal Rubicon, and she'd earned a reward. I flipped Judith sharply on her back and she landed on the seat of her diaper. The smell in the room grew stronger and I pressed my hand between her legs. There was no foreplay, no build up. I went from zero to a hundred, and every drop of expertise went into touching her diaper. So how she stopped me, I'll never know. "Nuh uh, nuh uh," Judith was trembling, but she managed to shove my hand out from between her thighs. Her face was blistering red, but she wasn't crying. I thought that was a win. "Shh," I whispered. "Be a good girl, and—" "Nuh uh!" Judith cut me off. Her whole body was tense, like she was too afraid to move or fight. I could have overpowered her if I wanted. But I didn't. I sighed and sat up a little. "You are such a good girl," I pouted a little. "Let me reward you." Judith shook her head. "You promised..." Ah, right. I smiled warmly and shook my head. "And I'll keep that promise," I said. "We can do it tomorrow." Judith shook her head again. "Now." "Princess..." "I'm feeling... a little scared right now," Judith said, unable to look at me. "I want to feel like a big girl." I was about to argue that she wasn't a big girl. That she was just a little baby in a messy diaper. But then she said: "Please..." I sighed. Whatever. I'd gotten what I needed out of this. "This counts as one of your free sex cards," I chided. "Deal." Judith got up off the bed so carefully. The seat of her diaper sagged with the weight of what she'd done. I wanted so badly to swat it, to sit her back down on it, and to make her cum in her messy diaper. But there would always be a next time. When I was alone in the room, I pulled the marker out of my pocket. The cap was pink. It seemed like it was time to fast-track my plans. Judith took longer than she should have in the shower. I wasn't surprised. Then I heard the blow dryer. She really wanted to look nice for this whole sex thing, huh? When she came back into the bedroom, she was wrapped in just a towel and her hair was dry. "You look beautiful," I lied. She looked fine. Judith wasn't conventionally sexy or anything, but she was hot enough. And I hadn't had sex in months, not real sex. "How are you doing?" "I'm still feeling a little insecure about... all that," she admitted. "Was it as bad as you thought?" I asked. "No, not really... I just feel kind of gross." "You'll get used to it." As I talked about promises of more diapers, I juxtaposed it by slowly and sexily sliding my pink pants down to my ankles. "Tell me your fantasy with me," I said. "Tell me the grown-up sex you want." "Oh, uh..." Judith blushed a little bit. "I didn't really get that far, I guess? I just thought... you and me. Like, you know. No games, no playing... an intimate me-and-you moment..." "I think I can work with that." Despite everything that happened, it seems Judith's libido was still going strong. The shower had cleansed her of her shame, and now she got to do something she had wanted since the first week we met. She was finally going to have sex with me. I stripped off my own top and unclasped my bra from behind. Judith walked over to me in just her towel and put her hand on my cheek. Then we kissed. And then we stopped. I took half a step away and looked at Judith, with those faraway vacant eyes. I put the cap back on the marker and put it back in my pocket. Then I took a half step back to where I was and waited a moment or two for her to kiss me again. From that point on, Judith would get turned on just like she always had. She still found nurses sexy. She still loved my red lipstick. She would still fantasize and daydream about me, about other women, as often as before. But after that moment, she wouldn't be able to cum without a diaper taped around her hips. And she was about to discover that the hard way. She fell backward on the bed, where only an hour ago she was filling her diaper, and her towel slipped off her body. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my black panties and shimmied them down my legs. "I'm going to make you feel so very good, Judith." I was naked before I climbed on top of her; I wanted her to see me in all my glory. I wanted her turned on, I wanted her needy. I wanted her obsessed and crazed. I wanted her to be completely unable to understand why she couldn't finish. There was a part of me that wanted to monologue and narrate, as though I was a video-game villain. About how far she had fallen, and how adult sex was beyond her. But this was her moment, so I kept my mouth shut. I knew it would be the last moment she ever had like this. I moved my hands to each of her wrists and pinned them to the bed, then moved one knee between her thighs. I covered her lips with mine, but I knew she wanted more than just a passionate kiss. I chained columns of kisses like marching schoolgirls down her neck, where I found her collarbone. I bit down firmly and possessively on her neck. Judith tensed up beneath me, and a little gasp of surprise escaped her lips. Hickeys were pretty juvenile, but then again… so was the person I'd turned Judith into. As I kissed around the teeth-marks I'd left on her skin, I traced my fingers down her tummy to the inside of her thigh. Judith's back arched, pushing her cunny into my hand. She twisted and squealed as my fingers dipped inside her. It was the first time anything had been inside her in so long. In response, I shuffled back up and kissed her lips again. Slowly, in synchronicity with the movements of my fingers, like music at a fireworks display. An apt comparison. She squeezed her thighs around my hand, tensed up, and realized she needed to open her legs more if she wanted me to continue finger-fucking her. Judith forced herself to relax. Judith needed this, and Judith needed me. I made love to the girl that had just shit her pants half an hour earlier, the girl who had become less and less of an adult with each passing day. But there was no end in sight for Judith. "More, faster, please, more." Judith gasped in the moments I left her between kisses, and I figured I could get away with a little bit of mock-villainy. "Oh, you want more, sweetheart? You want me to go faster? I don't know, you might finish before I say so, and that just wouldn't do…" Judith whimpered and reached down with her free hand, gripping my wrist and trying to force my fingers deeper into the nexus of lust between her legs. Oh baby Judith, you really don't understand how futile this is, do you? But how could you? "Maybe I don't turn you on enough," I teased. "Maybe you're just not needy enough…" "Shut up," she whimpered, like a girl barely keeping her head above the ocean. "Get, go, kiss kiss… go down, N-Nana." "Oh? What's that?" I snuck into her mind like a thief, stole her words, and planted them back into her brain through her ear. "My little baby girl needs me to kiss between her legs? Use your words." "Y-y-yeah! Between my legs, my p-pussy." "Nope, try again," I said. I could tell she was surprised by the instruction, and it was so clear from her eyes that any thoughts broadcast inside that head of hers were received like a snowy picture from an untuned television set. And like a TV set waiting to receive, I made sure to send the appropriate signal. "Tell me to kiss your princess parts." I debated on "diaper area", but figured that could come later. Unlike Judith, who wouldn't be cumming at all. Well, not without her diapers. "No… I… that's…" I pulled fingers away from the soft hotness between her legs and that certainly motivated her. Compliance overflowed from her lips. "My princess parts! Nana, Nananana…please kiss my princess parts." That was much better. And who was I to deny her? I shimmied down her body like wet jeans being shimmied down her legs, and I set to work in demonstrating that my tongue wasn't just good at talking the talk. Her hands found the back of my head, and she tangled her fingers in my hair. I didn't hold back. I didn't underachieve. And I didn't give her a moment of reprieve. But the curve of her arousal was perpetually cursed to hit 99% and then drop back down, like a sneeze that never came. I didn't know exactly how long I was eating her cunt before her whimpers and moans became frustrated gasps. Then, eventually tears. Then, a sense of abject exhaustion. Abruptly, and with the backing track of her own frustrated crying, Judith let go of my head. Every bit of energy in her body faded away as she sunk deeper into the bedsheets. It was now time for me to be the supportive partner, the responsible lover, the concerned and ethical nurse. So I asked her in a clear and concise voice, removed from the arousal of the moment: "Judith? Are you okay? Are you green?" "I can't!" She choked on her own tears and batted at her eyes with the backs of her hands, as though she could stop me from realizing she was sobbing. "You can't…?" "It's not, I can't, it, I… I don't know, it's not…" "Calm down, baby girl, what's the matter?" I should have gotten an Academy Award for my playing dumb. "I'm fine, it's fine, it's dumb, dumb dumb dumb, just, dumb, go, I…" Wow, that was high levels of incoherence even for Judith. I could tell she was frustrated and confused, but most of all, I could tell she was… embarrassed. "It's alright, baby girl. You've been under a lot of stress." "You're so stupid sexy! You're a nurse, and your lipstick, and you're tall and sexy and hot and sexy and I don't know why I can't!" She clawed at the covers and pulled them up over her naked body, and even over her head. Did she think that the problem would go away if she couldn't see me? Well, I had been training her to become a diaper-dependent child, so childish behaviors were definitely Judith de Jour. "Hey, Judith..?" "Go away, Judith's not home." "Oh, she's not?" The blanket mound shook as she shook her head, and I was actually delighted to see how childish her defense mechanisms had become. "Well, can I leave a message for her?" A momentary pause, and then she nodded. "Short one…" "Well, I just want Judith to know that it's okay. This won't be the last time we make love. And I'll just do better next time." Judith was quiet for a moment, and then I heard something inaudible. "What was that? I didn't hear that quite so well, sweetheart." "It doesn't matter…" "Alright, well, I'm going to go freshen up in the bathroom. And then I'll come back and get you taped up in a nice fresh, soft, cottony, crinkly diaper. Does that sound good?" I expected her to complain, to offer resistance, to make a big deal out of being little again. But she had a small amount of movement that I thought might have been a nodding of her head. Oh Judith Levin, you have no idea just how deep the rabbit hole can go.

I agree, but not everyone tells their spouse, and not every spouse even tolerates it.

Your missing: Doesn't know. Hates.

I completely understand the thoughts and critique of you guys. I'll be the first to admit that the story did take a turn from its original idea and plotpoint, heading into a different and more fantasy unrealistic path. This may be the result of several writers blocks or some real life stress, but I'm planning to still have it return to its original idea at some point. I'm enjoying writing this story and it allows me to take some breaks from real life from time to time, which is kinda of the point of the whole thing. I hope you'll continue to support the story, despite it not being what you may have original thought and please keep your thoughts, ideas and comments coming it means a lot to know that people enjoy reading the story and have thought and oppinions about what may happen to our diaper clad hero. Chapter 27: I slept great that night. Despite having taken a nap at Karen’s earlier during the day, it didn’t take long for me to drift into a deep peaceful slumber. Tightly tucked into me, happily sucking on my pacifier and clutching “Mr. Bunny Rabbit” close to my chest, I didn’t wake a single time during the night and didn’t regain my conscious until late the next morning when I felt the warm rays of the sun shine through my curtains, as the sound of birds chipping away, cars passing by and kids playing outside, gently brought me out of my slumber and back into the world. But something felt off. It wasn’t my pacifier, that was still planted firmly between my slobbery lips. Its wasn’t Mr. Bunny Rabbit him I still found myself clutching tightly as I slowly opened and readjusted my eyes. I couldn’t quit put my finger on what it was. My diaper felt soaked as usual but also…..MESSY! I quickly sat up and threw my sheets to the side and there was no double about it. I could feel the cold sticky mess, splattered all over the inside of my diaper and sticking close to my bare skin. For the first time I had not woken up in the middle of the night, needing to relieve myself. For the first time my body had simply reacted on instinct and not bothered to wake or warn me about something being wrong, it had simply done what it had to do. I could feel the cold, sticky mush being held firmly again my skin by my onesie as I scooted around on the mattress and swung my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly got to my feet. I knew I was in desperate need of a change, the cold goo in my diaper had been there for too long and was starting to irritate my skin and I wanted out of it. With my dummy planted firmly in my mouth, I made sure to grab MY bunny in one hand, before waddling out the bedroom and went looking for the only person that I knew would be able to help me, MOMMY. Waddling through the house, I soon found her in the living room in the middle of writing out some kind of report on her laptop. Her fingers were hitting the keyboard at rapid speed, but quickly came to a stop as she spotted me in the doorway. “Oh good morning, sleepy head. Did you have a good night? You must have, you’ve been down for almost twelve hours.” Her gently smile greeted me, but quickly faded as she saw the tears rapidly forming in my eyes. “Oh, honey. What’s the matter?” She got up to meet me in the doorway, as tears started flowing freely from my eyes. “What is it, baby. Did you have a bad dream?” She approached and put her arms around me, hugging me tightly to her chest until the stench of my diaper finally hit her nostrils and I felt her hand slowly run down my back and feel its way around my messy diaper butt. “Oh, Honey. Did you make a messy during the night?” She looked me deep in the eyes, as I simply nodded finding myself unable to come up with an audible response. “It’s okay, Baby. No need to worry.” She hugged me tight once more, rocking from side to side, trying to comfort me. “We’ll get you all cleaned up and then we’ll make some din din. Okay?” We both made our way to the bathroom and what followed was a long bubble bath with plenty of soap and bubbles, where Mom was sure to make me all nice and clean, while trying to cheer me up. After being dried off and wrapped in several towels Mom had me sit down on a small chair in the middle of the room, before informing me that a haircut was needed. Staring at my own reflection in the mirror it was hard to argue with her, the high and tight cut that I had been given some time ago, was long gone and my hair was starting to get rather long and messy, coming down past my ears and being especially long in the neck. Mom got busy with the scissors humming several sweet nursery rhymes, as hair started falling and pilling onto the floor. When she was done I was left with what could be descripted as a classic “bowl cut” which did a lot to round out my head and face, suddenly making me appear several years younger. Mom seemed extremely proud of herself, mentioning how cute and adorable I looked over and over again and who was I to argue? After getting my new “look” I was shiftily taken back to my bedroom and placed into a nice fresh new diaper and my outfit for the day consisting of a light blue onesie and dark green shorts, before it was finally time for breakfast. Mom had clearly not forgotten about our new “routine” established the night before, as after placing a bib around my neck and preparing a huge bowl of oatmeal, alongside a full zippy cup of milk, she started the process of feeding me once again. I knew resisting or arguing would do nothing to change her mind or my situation so I simply went along with it, allowing her to shovel spoon after spoon of oatmeal into my mouth, every single one accompanied my several car and crash sounds. Some of them I actually found rather amusing, especially the crash effect and accompanying commentary and announcement. A few times I actually found myself chuckling in-between spoons of mush. Breakfast went without any extreme mess and the few bits of splatter that had managed to escape my lips had mostly been caught by my bib, so after finish the last few drops of milk from my zippy cup, Mom was quickly able to clean me up using a few wipes, before sending me on her way, letting me know she needed to get back to work. I should be using such moments to write on my article, I knew that. And it wasn’t for a lack of trying, believe me. But whenever I would sit down at my laptop and open up the document, I would barely manage to put down a few lines, before I would feel the boredom set in and my attention drifting. This day was no different, after having barely done any writing I soon found myself browsing YouTube, my dummy once again placed between my lips and also with Mr. Bunny firmly clutched in one palm and instead of the usual sport or gaming videos, I found my attention drawn to cartoons and different singalong nursery rhymes videos. I spent hours happily singing along and bouncing up and down in my chair, making Mr. Bunny jump across the table and dance along to the soft tones of the music. During the day Mom would drop in from time to time, either to quickly have a firm feel of my diaper or simply to bring me or refill my zippy cup, making sure I was staying hydrated, which of course led to several soaked and one messy diaper during the span of that day. At some point during the day I found myself in need of yet another changed and waddled into the living room to find Mom on the phone. “Yes, yes tomorrow would be perfect. No, he is all, ready. I even gave him a cute new haircut today; I think it will be perfect. Anything we need to bring? Okay, well thank you so much. Oh yes, very excited. Thank you once again.” She hung up the phone before directing her attention towards me, knowing exactly what I needed as she guided me back to my bedroom for yet ANOTHER fresh diaper. Days like these felt like a haze, with very little to do I found my mind drifting. I had already established on this particular day, that the chances of getting any writing done on my article was close to zero and I instead found myself trying to keep my mind and body occupied, playing ball in the garden and later found myself planted on my blanket in front of the TV, letting the cartoons on the screen do all the work and letting my mind go blank, happily watching whatever was on at that very moment while suckling away at my dummy and of course making sure to keep a firm hold of Mr. Bunny. The night culminated with dinner, this time I didn’t even bother to argue, Mom was clearly set on introducing this new “feeding” procedure and who was I to argue? To be honest it was rather amusing watching Mommy make the spoon fly and spin through the air on its way towards my mouth, while doing her best to make several different car noises and imitating a Daytona racecar driver and announcer. Dinner was followed by a bit of TV time, only interrupted by another diaper change and soon it was time was bedtime once again. With my nighttime diaper still close to dry, my binkie securely between my lips and with Mr. Bunny firmly in my grasp, I was tugged in for another night, as my eyes soon started to close and everything went black. I was awoken rather abruptly the next morning, as the curtains was pulled apart and the bright sunlight exploded into my bedroom. Before I even had a chance to rub the sleep from my eyes, Mom already had my sheet pulled away and her palm placed on the front of my nappy. “Hmmm, only wet. You’ll hold.” She rather dazed and confused, she guided me out of bed not even allowing me to bring Mr. Rabbit with me, as she lead me to the kitchen where breakfast was already served and waiting for me. This morning there wasn’t much playing around during feeding, as I was simply told and instructed when to open my mouth and once in a while handed my zippy cup to take a few big gulps of milk, before being feed another couple spoonful’s of oatmeal and within no time at all, breakfast was over and I my hands and face were swiftly cleaned with a wipe, before with a firm hold of my wrist Mom guided me to the bathroom and quickly got a bath running. “Mom?” I managed to whisper, as she was busy unbuttoning my onesie. “Are you angry?” I was almost afraid of asking her, not wanting to upset her or make the situation worse, if that was actually the case. She proceeded to pull the onesie over my head and throw it aside. “Of course no honey, we’re just in a bit of a hurry today.” She gave me a gently smile and as her hand brushed across my cheek. With two swift pulls, she removed the tapes of my diaper letting it plop to the floor. “Now, get in the bath, we need to get you all clean and pretty.” As Mom proceeded to wash my hair and scrub me down, I couldn’t help but wonder, what all the rush was about, but my mind kept wandering back the phone call I heard her have the day before. Lost in my own train of thought, I let Mom finish washing me of and afterward I found myself wrapped in several towels being dried off, before I was led naked as the day I was born, back to my bedroom and guided onto the changing table, where a fresh new diaper was soon pulled up between my legs and fastened around my waist. Next came a light blue onesie with white edge around the sleeves and neck and a pair of light blue denim shortalls, followed by a pair of clean white socks and I was ready for whatever Mom had planned for us. As I followed Mom through the house and into the entrance hall, I concluded that she must have been up early on that particular day. Not only had she had plenty of time to shower and get herself dressed, but my diaper bag was also already packed and waiting for me at the front door. Mom quickly had my shoes tied around my feet and within no time at all, we were heading out the door and towards the car, where I soon found myself in the back seat, with my diaper bag next to me. Before slamming the door, Mom reached into the bag and produced my zippy cup and handed it to me. “If you get thirsty, Baby. But please don’t make a mess.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, before closing the door and getting in the front seat and soon we were on our way. To where I still did not know. My first thought as we pulled out of the driveway, was that maybe we were going to the park, maybe we were going to meet up with Karen and Jack or maybe we were going to the beach again. But that it quickly came apparent that none of my guesses were correct. As I sat staring out of the window, I could tell we were going in the completely opposite direction, out of the city and soon the roads started to seem unfamiliar and unknown to me. I placed my lips around the opening of my zippy cup and took several big gulps of cold juice, slightly nervous about what Mom had in store for us, but at the same time felt a familiar calmness wash over me, my subconscious telling me “that there was nothing to be afraid of and that Mom had every under control.” I leaned back in my seat, feeling a rush of warm urine soak into the padding of my diaper, as I continued to stare out the window having no idea of where we were or where we were going. Finally, Mom took a turn and went off the freeway as we drove into what seemed like an industrial area somewhere outside of town. We took several quick turns into the area and were soon surrounded by large warehouses on both sides. “Mom. Where are we going?” I asked loudly, as the car continued to swerve between the large buildings. “Hush, Baby. Mom needs to focused for a second.” She was clearly focused, trying to find the right building, between all the large constructions which all seemed to look the same. “Finally!” Mom erupted as she turned off the road and into a big empty parking space belonging to a large warehouse, no different than all the others. She drove towards the large grey concrete building and car came to a stop next to what appeared to be a small door on the side of the massive wall. “Okay, Baby. We’re here.” She announced turning the car off and opening her door to step outside. I still did not know, where “here” was, but as Mom opened my door and unbuckled my seatbelt, I loyally followed her out the car, as she made sure to grab my diaper bag from the car floor before we made our way towards the door, where Mom proceeded to knock hard several times, before grabbing the handle and pushing it open. Inside we were greeted by a rather large empty space, the walls were the same boring concrete grey color as the outside of the building and the whole room were brightly lit with huge light tubes hanging from the ceiling. “HELLO!?!” Mom yelled out into the empty space. “One second!” Echoed a voice loudly back, before a unknown woman appeared out an open door, leading to a separate room. “Oh, Hello!” She greeted us loudly, as she made her way through the room and towards us. She appeared to be in her early forties, maybe ten years younger than Mom, her dark brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, looking very formal and business focused as she was dressed in a semi long, rather right black skirt and a white just as tight buttoned down shirt. She approached us with a large smile extending her hand to Mom. “You must be Susan, I’m Emily we spoke on the phone.” They shook hands. “Yes, I’m Susan. Nice to finally meet you and put a face to the name.” Mom smiled, before turning her gaze to me. “And this is, Patrick. Say hi Honey.” Emily’s eyes widened as she turned her stare towards me, she was clearly struggling to not let her jaw slam against the floor. “Nice to meet you, Patrick.” She extended her hand, which I carefully shook, not knowing exactly what was going on or how to feel about this new person or the whole situation overall. “Well. I have to say.” Emily started, letting her eyes wander up and down, clearly inspecting my appearance and outfit. “I’ve heard a lot about Patrick here. The editor at Mommy Mag, did say that you guys had gone rather all in and maybe a bit further than expected and even with everything you’ve told me over the phone, Karen. Even then I must admit.” Her eyes strolled over me one more time, as her smile grew even wider. “This is going to be just perfect. I can’t wait to get started, it’s going to be the best photoshoot we’ve ever done and great advertisement and publicity for us here at “Cribs to College”.” As those words left her lips, the penny finally dropped for me and so did my jaw. “Cribs to College!?” I blurted out. “That’s right, Patrick.” Emily smiled back. “Isn’t it great, Baby?” Mom placed a hand on my shoulder before continuing. “I wanted to tell you soon, but thought it would be a great surprise. Emily here called one day, asking for you. But you were busy playing outside, so we just talked for a bit. Apparently the people at Cribs to College, who made the base for you wonderful changing table, had heard about your project and contacted your boss at Mommy Mag about doing a photoshoot with some of their special furniture, so Mommy Mag could use it for you article and also so Cribs to College could use it for their advertisement and webpage. And I just thought it sounded like an wonderful idea and Emily is the photographer on the project and she was just dying to meet you and do the photoshoot when she called, so I just couldn’t say no. I could barely believe my ears. How could Mom make this kind of arrangement without involving me? How many people knew about my project, how did Emily and here company find out about it and why did my boss or editor not contact me about it? Why did I not have a say in any of this? I stood speechless with my mouth wide open, unable to utter a single word and not sure what to say or how to feel about the whole situation. “So, come with me you two. The set is in the next room.” Emily turned and started walking back towards the door she came from, before disappearing through it. “Let go, Baby.” Mom placed a firm hand on my back, leading and partly pushing me along towards the door, as we entered the next room and my jaw dropped even lower, almost shattering my teeth on the floor, as I spotted the set for my photoshoot. The inside of this much smaller room, which once may have served as the office of the warehouse, had been decorated to resemble a nursery. The boring grey walls, had been covered with huge light blue sheet and the floor with a soft greyish carpet. The first piece of furniture that my eyes spotted was a changing table placed against the back wall. It was almost identical to my own, but was lagging the costume race car theme and decoration, but looked to be fully stacked with unopened packs of diapers and supplies underneath. In the middle of the room stood a huge white high chair, taller and large than anything I could imagine, looking like it would have no problem containing myself or any other adult. Next to it, hanging from two massive hooks in the ceiling was what looked to be a gigantic baby bouncer, the seat of it made of a bright white thick fabric light material, suspended from the ceiling by two massively thick elastic bands. As my eyes continued to scan the room, I next spotted a massive rectangular playpen on the floor, it closely resembled the one that me and Jack had been playing in, but the side of this one was way taller and looked like they would come close to chest hide for me. Lastly I spotted the final and most impressive furniture in the whole room, a massive white wooden crib placed against the set wall. It looked to be the size of an adult bed, but with massively high railings that would make escaping damn near impossible for any adult person. As I stood speechless, but eyes flickering all over the place, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, Emily once again approached, now with a large camera hanging around her neck. “So, I’m not sure where we should start, but we need to get some picture with the whole set.” She proceeded to push a few buttons on the camera. “I must say, Emily. This is really impressive. Are all of these things, product form the company?” Mom inquired looking around the set. “Oh no.” Emily chuckled. Most of it have been made specifically as props for this shoot. “The Crib and Changing table, are part of the product line. The Changing table turns into a dresser, when needed and the railings of the cribs can be removed and adjusted so it can serve as a full size bed. But everything else is more or less made for the photoshoot.” She adjusted the lens of her camera. “As I told you on the phone. We’re looking to do a two-part shoot. One with Patrick here, using the more infantile side of our product, which I must say he is very much dressed to play the part.” She chuckled, before continuing. “And then when the project is done, he’ll come back for another shoot, all grown up. So we can really show and demonstrate the Cribs to College aspect of our furniture line.” Mom nodded her head up and down, clearly agreeing with Emily, thinking the whole concept was an great idea. “Well let’s get started then.” Mom once again placed her hand firmly on my back, pushing me towards the set. At that point it become clear to me, that I had no say in the manner. The whole shoot had been planned and set up without my approval or without my knowledge and now I was stuck in the middle of it, with no way out. My infantile situation was about to be captured forever and possible published and showcased to the whole world, as part of not only my own project, but also an advertise campaign for a furniture company. The whole situation seemed surreal, but I struggled to see a clear way out and thought that even if I tried to argue, the chances of Mom listening to my please, would be zero to none. There was nothing else to do, then simply following along with the idea and just hoping that the pictures and photoshoot itself, wouldn’t be too embarrassing. “I’m thinking, maybe we should start with the highchair. I’m not sure, if you’ve already had lunch, but I got some props I would like to incorporate in those photos.” Emily suggested gazing towards the massive chair in the middle of the room. “Oh, my Patty is always hungry, so why not.” Mom laughed back at her, resulting in Emily responding with a quick head nod, before turning to go get her props. As she did, Mom guided me towards the high chair, which only seemed even larger and taller, the close I got to it. Mom managed to remove the tray from the chair, with ease clearly admiring the massive structure. “Mom, do I really have to do this. I don’t really wanna.” I pleaded, trying to do anything to get out of this whole ordeal. “Nonsense, Baby. Your boss wants this, the company who were so kind to sponsor your changing table wants this and I would really LOVE if you would do this. This way, when this is all over and your back out of diapers, I would have a few memories of the time I had my sweet baby back for a short while and you know what? I’m sure it going to be a lot of fun.” She gave me a big smile. I let my gaze drop, knowing that there was clearly no way out of doing this thing and that I might as well accept defeat. “Okay, Mommy.” I mumbled underneath my breath. “That’s my big boy.” She smiled running her hand across my cheek. “Let’s get you ready for the first shoot.” She quickly unsnapped the suspenders of my shortalls letting them fall to the floor, leaving me only in my onesie and diaper. Next she dug deep into my diaper bag producing an all-white clean bib, which was quickly tied around my neck, before I was guided into the seat of the high chair, having to do a small jump to get in place, as my feet dangled freely above the floor, while Mom pushed the tray back in place, locking me in. Just then Emily returned carrying a small plastic bowl in her hand, but stopped dead in her tracks, once again clearly having to hold her jaw from slamming against the floor, as she spotted me in the highchair. “OH MY. That’s. That’s just adorable and just PERFECT. I must say, you’ve really gone all in on this whole ordeal.” She proceeded to approach me, placing the bowl on the tray in front of me, as Mom simply smiled. “Now look, Patrick. I just want you to dig in, do whatever you want. Just imagine I’m not here.” She took a few steps backwards, while preparing her camera. Looking down at the bowl, I appeared to be plain spaghetti splattered in ketchup. “No fork?” I whispered, looking confused at Mom. “Its okay, Honey. Just do as Emily says, just dig in.” Came her firm response accompanied with a smile, as she stepped away from the chair and out of frame, as Emily pointed her camera at me. “Just imagine I’m not here.” She noted once again, snapping the first picture, making the flash light up the set. I took a second to stare around the room, from my seat in the high chair, as I locked eyes with Mom she simply gave me approving nod, letting me know that there was no way out, as my focus shifted to the bowl in front of me. With nothing else to do, I dug my palm into the slippery ketchup covered spaghetti, managing to grasp a handful and did my best to shove it into my mouth, with have of it hitting its mark and the rest dropping all over my bib, face and onto the tray of the highchair, as the flash of Emily’s camera exploded into my eyes, lighting up the room like firework. I repeated the process several times, as Emily moved around, making sure to get pictures from every possible angle, as I proceeded to make a terrible mess of myself, dropping and splattering ketchup and spaghetti all over myself, the high chair and onto the floor. When the bowl was finally empty, half of the food seemed to have made its way into my mouth, with the rest of it scattered all over the place, as my face, hands and bib were left covered in sticky red ketchup. “That was just perfect. Great job. I’ll got get the next scene ready.” Emily announced leaving Mom to get me cleaned up from the mess I made. Using several wipes, she managed to get my face and hands cleaned up, before removing the bib from around my neck, revealing a few sticky spots of ketchup having made it way onto my onesie. “You did such a good job, Baby. I’m very proud of you.” She whispered gently, before removing the tray and helping me out of the high chair. Emily was already standing by at the playpen, which proved to have a small gate that could swing open allowing me to enter, without having to climb over the high railing. The bottom of the playpen was covered in a soft white sheep skin rug, which felt warm and soft to stand and sit on. Emily instructed me to start by standing and leaning again the side of the playpen, looking over the railing and straight into the camera. As she snapped several pictures. “Wait a second!” Mom sudden interrupted, before rushing to grab something from my diaper bag. She soon returned with a white pacifier, which she plopped between my lips. “Oh, god yes. Just perfect!” Emily announced, as her eye lit up and she proceeded to snap several pictures. I was instructed to lay down on the sheep skin and lift my bum in the air, as Emily snapped several pictures down from above, with a little effort I managed to grab one foot and almost suck my own toes, which made both Emily and Mom burst out in aww, leaving me feeling rather proud of myself, thinking I was doing a tremendous job. Emily continued to snap away, as I moved around on the soft sheep skin. The flash of from her camera went off like firework, as she moved around trying to catch me from several different angles, until she finally proclaimed that she got what she needed. “I’ll just go change my lens. You can take a short break, if you want, Patrick.” She turned to head back to her small work station. Mom opened the gate of the playpen allowing me to step out, before she proceeded to reach down, sticking two fingers in between the fabric of my onesie and my diaper, giving it a quick feel. “Oh my, you’re soaked. I think we need to get you changed, before you leak all over Emily’s set and her expensive furniture.” She proclaimed, before turning to face Emily who was still busy looking for the right lens to use for the next shoots. “Emily, I’m sorry. But he’s really in need for a fresh diaper. Is it okay if we use the changing table, I brought everything that we need with us.” The question quickly got Emily’s attention as she looked up from her camera back with Christmas lights in her eyes. “Of course! That’s what’s it’s made for. You don’t mind if I take the change to shoot some pictures in the meantime?” “Of course not.” Mom quickly replied, as she grabbed my hand, leading me towards the changing table. I was at a complete lost for word. I had been changed in front of aunt Karen before, but the thought of letting this completely new and unknown person watch me laid out on the changing table, naked as the day I was born, while getting my soaked diaper changed, almost sent me into a state of panic. “Mom, please. Does she have to watch?” I whined, as she guided me onto the changing table. “Of course, Baby. How else is she going to be table to take the photos she needs?” She guided me to lay back down on the soft changing mat, that covered the top of the table. “BUT, MOM!” I almost cried out, only for her to shove my pacifier from earlier back into my mouth, silencing my plead for privacy and to retain what was left of my dignity. As I laid there on the changing table, staring up into the ceiling of the building, I could faintly spot Emily returning out of the corner of my eye and as Mom popped open the buttons of my onesie, the flashes of Emily’s camera once again lit up the room like a rain of shooting stars. “So. I simply have to ask.” She started, in between flashes. “I’ve gotten the basic of the whole project, from the people at Mommy Mag. But how did you get involved in all of this and what about the clothes and I also understand that you got a table similar to this at home.” Her question was directed at Mom, who was busy ripping open the tapes of my soggy diaper, exposing my back crotch to the cold air and of course to Emily and her camera. “Well.” Mom started, taking a second to contemplate her answer. “You’re right, it’s started out as Patrick’s project, all on his own. To be honest, in the beginning I was firmly against it. The whole idea sounded rather crazy. Think about it a strong independent young man, going back in diapers and then training himself back again, all just to write an article for a magazine. Sounds crazy right?” The soaked diaper was pulled away from my bare skin, as she continued. “I wanted nothing to do with it, why would I approve of my son doing something like that, but he was firm on the idea and we is…well, were a grown man so I couldn’t exactly stop him. So back in diapers he went.” Emily had stopped taken pictures and were simply listening, as Mom used a few wipes to clean my crotch. “In the beginning I was okay, letting him do it on his own. But it quickly became clear that he was not capable of handling the responsibility and tasks that came with the project, on his own. You should have seen the messes he made and got himself into in the beginning. So at one point, I simply had to step in and offer my “expertise”. She retrieved a fresh diaper from my diaper bag and unfolded it, instructing me to lift my bum off the table, allowing her to slide it in place under me. I did as instructed, suckling away at my dummy, to be honest I was just as intrigued listening to Mommy, as I think Emily was. “So, after almost twenty years I went back on diaper duty, to make sure that my son was taken care of and to avoid having all my furniture ruined. And the clothes, well having easy diaper access simply just makes my life a lot easier, the same with the changing table. And everything else, that comes along. Well, if my son is back in diapers, its only fair that he also gets to experience the things that comes along with it. Also its makes it much easier for his younger cousin “Jack”. To understand why his much older cousin is suddenly back in diaper and when they start potty training together, they are going to be on equal footing.” She pulled the new diaper up between my thighs, before taping it nice and snug around my waist. “To be completely honest. Having my baby boy back for a short while, isn’t so back. And when it comes time to potty train him once again, who better to do it than.” “His own Mommy.” Emily cut in, as the flash of her camera once again went off. “Exactly.” Mom smiled, before securing the last tape of my new diaper. It felt rather surreal having them talk about me, as if I wasn’t even there, being left completely out of an conversation that completely revolved around me. But hearing Mom say that she kind of enjoyed helping me with my project, somehow washed away all my worries and gave me an unexplained internal calmness. “So, what do you need next.” Mom asked Emily, as she got ready to help me put my onesie back on. “Actually. Would it be okay, if we snapped a few pictures, with him in just his diaper?” Emily asked with a smile, that made Mom stop her movement and give me a quick look. “Of course, whatever you need.” She proceeded to fold and put away my onesie, before guiding me down from the table. “Lovely, I think we’ll move on to the crib shots next, then.” Emily happily announced, nodding towards the huge crib standing a few meters away. We walked the short distant over towards the giant infantile bed, which side rails towered above me, as I stood there naked except for my diaper, simply staring at it. “Okay, Pat. Jump in.” Emily instructed, as she unlocked the railing allowing her to lower it to the floor and for me to climb onto the mattress. “Oh, that’s just adorable.” Mom announced, as Emily raised the side back up, locking me inside. “Isn’t it? And when you remove the railing and adjust the height, it works and looks like just any ordinary bed. It truly does go from Crib to College use.” Emily just chuckled, adjusting her camera, getting ready to snap away. Mom simply tilted her head ever to slightly, while watched me trying to get to my feet inside the giant crib, which proved to be a small challenge, due to the combination of the thick diaper between my legs and the soft mattress of the crib making it hard to find my balance, resulting in me having to hold onto the railing of the crib to finally get vertical. The crib railing was just a bit taller than shoulder height, allowing me to barely put my jaw over the top of it took look out and making it impossible to escape, without opening the lock holding it in place, which was out of my reach. “Perfect, Patty. Just move around and have fun with it.” Emily instructed, having started using the more childish version of my name, normally only used by my Uncle in a teasing manner. I tried doing my best to give her some sweet and innocent poses, as Emily snapped away. At one point letting go of the railing, which quickly caused me to fight to keep my balance, due to the soft padding of the mattress and resulting in me falling to my knees. Emily continued snapping away, as Mom stood my silent. I crawled around inside the crib, allowing Emily to get several different shots, at one point she retrieved a small step ladder, setting it up next to the crib, allowing her to take some photos down into the giant bed, as I lay sprawled out flat on my back, my diaper and bare body fully exposed. When Emily finally announced that she got what she needed, I was completely blinded by the camera flash and feeling rather proud of myself. I had never done any sort of modeling work before and had never really liked having my picture taken, but by the sound of it Emily was more than happy by my efforts. The side of the crib was lowered allowing for me to climb out. “Think there’s only the bouncer left and then we are all done for today.” Emily announced motioning towards the bungee jump like setup that was hanging in the middle of the room, suspended from the ceiling by two thick rubber bands. “Oh my. You used to have a Baby Jumper just like it. Remember that, Honey?” Mom proclaimed, as she went to inspect mechanism. “You used to love, being suspended in it, in front of the TV. You would hang and bounce up and down for hours, laughing away. I remember you throwing some terrible tantrums, whenever someone would remove you from it.” She continued while inspecting the bouncer, opening up the two locks that closed the “seat” motioning me to approach it. The seating had two leg holes, which Mom helped me step into, before she pulled the front strap back up, locking it in place across my chest almost like a pair of overalls. As Mom let go of the bouncer, it quickly became clear that my weight alone was no enough to hold it down and I was suddenly left hanging in the air, only barely able to touch the floor with the tips of my toes. “Oh this really brings back memories.” Mom chuckled loudly, grabbing the rubber bands and giving them a few hard yanks, resulting in me bouncing up and down, helplessly in the air unable to stop myself or reach the floor. The feeling of being freefalling only to be stopped just before my feet hit the ground and fly back up, gave me fluttery sensation and sent butterflies thought my stomach and soon I found myself laughing out loud with every bounce. “HIGHER MOM, HIGHER MOMMY!” I screamed in excitement, as Mom gave the bouncer another firm yank. I didn’t even notice Emily and her camera and only barely spotted the flash as it went off, I was having too much fun to care about any of that. This was the best part of the whole day, it’s been ages since I’d had so much fun and laughed so loud. “I think that’s all I need.” Emily finally announced, putting the cap back onto the lens of her camera. “Mind if I have a look?” Mom replied, giving the bouncer one last yank. “Sure, we can put them up on my laptop.” Emily happily answered back. I had no interest in seeing the pictures, I barely noticed Mom and Emily stepping aside, I was too busy laughing and giggling away as I continued to bounce up and down. At one point I was laughing so hard, that tears started rolling down my cheeks, I was having the time of my life. But my fun came to a sudden holt, as a quick cramp shot through my stomach. This wasn’t butterfly cramps; this was something different. I quickly realized that I hadn’t gone number two during the night and no even before or after having breakfast or eating the spaghetti earlier. “MOM!” I yelled out, knowing full well what was about to happen and with no way of releasing myself from the bouncer, I needed assistant urgently. “MOMMY!” I cried out one more time, but within seconds I felt my bowels relax and release a flood of Poop into my diaper and with the bouncer holding me up and tightly secured between my legs, there was nowhere for the mess to go, as it started spreading up the back, between my legs and into the front my diaper, as my bladder also gave way releasing a sea of urine into the already terrible mess that my diaper fought to contain. “MOOOOOMMMMYYYYY!!!!” I cried out loudly, the tears of joy now having turned to tears of embarrassment and helplessness. “What’s all that fuzz about!?” The sound of Mom’s voice echoed through the room as her and Emily finally returned to my line of sight. “What is all the screaming abo-Oh my GOD! What’s that smell!?” Emily caught herself off and quickly took a few steps backwards her face twisting in a sickening grimace. “Oh, honey!” Mom didn’t hesitate as she approached me and quickly started unlocking the front flap of the bouncer. As the flap came down, my diaper was exposed and the mere sight of it, had Emily making gagging motions, as she took several more steps backwards. “Oh my, lord.” Mom helped me step out of the bouncer, making sure to have me move really slow and careful as my diaper was clearly at its limit and hanging onto my hips for dear life. Through my tears I could see Emily in the distant, covering her mouth, clearly not sure if she should laugh, gag or ask a thousand questions. “I’m sorry. I was fine with the whole wetting and all. But this is just a tad bit too much.” She announced to the room, as Mom was busy trying to wipe the tears from my eyes. “It can be very overwhelming. I know. Do you mind if we borrow the changing table one more time?” Mom questioned Emily, but was clearly not waiting for her to answer as she was already leading me towards the gigantic table. “Of, of course. You do whatever you need. I’ll just go pack my things up and leave you two alone.” Emily answered back while inhaling through her mouth, trying to avoid breathing in the stench of my accident. “Jesus Christ.” I heard her mumble under her breath, as she walked off disappearing out of sight, as Mom helped me scoot onto the changing table, the mess of my diaper splattering even further as my diaper hit the plastic covered changing mat. Emily had clearly been appalled by my messy display and lack of control. Almost like she couldn’t believe that a grown person could make such a mess of themselves with next to no control at all and simply lose any emotional control. I felt embarrassed by the fact that she had seen me like that, this stranger that I had only met earlier that day, had seen me at my very lowest. I couldn’t blame her for feeling disgusted and for almost puking by the mere sight and smell of my diaper. Judging by the time and amount of wipes it took Mom to get me cleaned up, I must have made an absolute mess of myself. The only person that didn’t seem to mind was Mom, she simply got to work fixing me up, while humming a soft lullaby underneath her breath. Once in a while she would whisper that everything was going to be alright and applaud me for how good I had been today and how great of a job I had done during the photoshoot. The calmness in her voice and praise of my “modelling work” made me feel a lot better and made the whole situation feel less terrible, than it actually was. Finally, I found myself in a fresh new diaper, as Mom once again pulled my onesie over my head snapping it between my thighs, before having me jump off the table and helping me step back into my shortalls, pulling them back in place and securing the straps over my shoulders and across my chest. Just as Mom finished packing everything up, Emily returned. “I’m sorry about that, it was just.” Mom faced her with a smile. “None need to apologize. You’ve been great today. We’ll love to work with you in the future.” Emily gave her a friendly smile back, before handing her a small flashdrive. “In case you want to keep or share any of the pictures with family.” Mom accepted the offering, putting the small stick in her pocket. “We talked about it on the phone. Any chance we could, take something with us before we leave?” “Of course! As I said, most of this was made specifically for the shoot, I don’t expect us to have any more use for it. To be honest, according to my boss, it’s the least we can do. We would never have gotten anyone else to do this shoot, its going to be great advertisement and publicity. What did you have in mind.” Mom looked around the room, letting her eyes drift for a moment. “Well..We don’t have that much room at the moment, my car is kind of small. But since he liked it so much, how about the bouncer and then maybe we can figure out something else later?” Emily nodded in approval. “Of course. It’s all going into storage, so just give me a call and I’ll set up something for you.” Emily quickly had her step ladder set up and managed to unhook the bouncer from the ceiling, folding the rubber bands together, before handing the whole thing to me with a smile. “Think you can manage to carry this for your Mommy, big guy?” I extended both arms as she handed my new “toy” to me. “Say thank you, Honey.” Mom instructed. I looked at Emily for a second and inspecting the bouncer in my arms. It had brought me so much joy, only thirty minutes ago and now I got to take it home with me. I felt overjoyed, but didn’t want to show, a adult twenty something old shouldn’t be thrilled by the thought of having to spent his time bouncing up and down in nothing but his properly wet or even messy diaper, but the truth was I was ecstatic by the mere thought of it. “Thank you.” I mumbled trying to control myself. “You’re most welcome.” Emily answered with a smile before following us towards the exit and outside. As I put the bouncer away in the trunk of the car, Mom opened the door to the backseat and instructed me to get in before making sure my seatbelt was securely fastened. “I wish you both the best of luck. Don’t hesitate to contact me again.” Emily let us know, as Mom got into the front seat leaving her to close the back door. “Good luck, Patty. Hopefully next time I see you, you’ll be able to use the potty like a BIG boy.” She chuckled, before slamming the door shut, as Mom fired up the engine and set the car in motion.

Gonna be a fun day at the park! _______________________________________ Chapter 32 Part 1 “I don’t mind staying home with you. You sure you wanna go,” Becky asked. “Yes, definitely. I’ve been either at home or daycare for two weeks.” “Sorry, but …” “I know, I know: I was a very sick little boy,” he smiled. “You mentioned that a few times.” Jamie suspect she was more traumatized by it than he was. Once he was out of the woods she had been a lot more emotive, and there was hardly a time she let him be alone. If she was doing something her bedroom, she picked up whatever Jamie was playing with, and Jamie, and brought them to her bedroom. If she went somewhere, she told Amanda to keep an eye on him, as though she didn’t anyway. Jamie was sympathetic and even found it endearing, but it was wearing thin. “Well, Lauren and Danny are looking forward to seeing you, and Amanda says Mel is going to be there, too.” Jamie remembered that, and he looked forward to it. He didn’t get to see her the week after his illness, or as he took to calling, his Plague Experience. “I know. What are we celebrating again?” “It’s not exactly a celebration. Just a parade and a fair in the park.” Mel and an affair in the park – Jamie liked the sound of that. “We watch the parade and eat funnel cake and play rigged games.” Giant carnies – Jamie liked that part less. “Amanda is going to meet us up there.” They drove into the historic downtown part of their leafy suburb and parked at a brick building that looked like it didn’t belong in in a residential neighborhood. Out front was assign reading “Pancake Dinner Every Tuesday!” “What’s that,” Jamie asked. “It’s the Cayuga Club. It’s a group of people, mostly older men, who volunteer in the community and raise money for things.” “Oh.” A lot of people were around, all like water in a stream flowing to the same destination. Rebecca got Jamie out of his car seat and put him in the stroller. She’d already lathered him with sunblock before they left the house. She grabbed the diaper bag and stashed it below, then handed Jamie a big water bottle to keep with him. He’d been draining six a day even though he wasn’t dehydrated anymore. They started walking in the same direction of the crowd. Every age; littles; bigs; what passed for a dog here. Becky steered them onto a street Jamie didn’t think he’d been on before, just a block over from where they’d gone to lunch with Jane and Rosie. The street was wide and divided by grassy islands. “That one’s ours,” she said, pointing at the one she was beelining for. “We got tickets?” “No, there are not tickets. That’s just where we’ve sat since as long as I can remember. Right in front of the reviewing stand.” Behind the reviewing stand was train station. Small, old, and charming, it looked more like a small-town train station museum than a working station. Lauren was already there waiting for them with chairs set up. “Hey!” she exclaimed when she saw them. She unbuckled Jamie before Becky even stopped and picked him, pressing him to her chest as he wrapped his legs around her and she swung him back and forth saying, “There’s my big guy!” The train station swang out of sight and the next island over in, and then the train station again, then the island again. “Lauren … Lauren … Lauren!” “Oh, sorry! I just got carried away. I’m so glad to see you out and about. How are you feeling?” “Better. Much better.” “You had everyone so worried!” Jamie rolled his eyes. “You were just … so …” she started to get teary and snapped out of it. “Well, you’re fine now. That’s the important thing. And how are you,” she asked, turning to Rebecca. “Fine. Rested,” she laughed. “You know what they say: you’re only ever as happy as your least happy child. Thanks again for coming over that week. Much needed break.” “Don’t mention it. I was happy to.” “Where’s Danny?” “Getting breakfast,” Lauren said pointing to a line half a block long snaking its way out of a pastry shop. Danny eventually made his way back with a box of donuts big enough to be cakes by Jamie’s standards. “Hey! Look at you all conscious and shit,” he said. “Daniel!” Lauren gave him a shot in the ribs. “Oof! Uh, meant to say you’re looking good. Donut?” “Becky,” Lauren asked. “Sure. He’s back on regular food.” Lauren broke out some paper towels and handed one to Jamie and one to Becky. Danny handed Becky a donut the size of a sub sandwich and Jamie a smaller one that he hoped was little food. “Danny,” Lauren whined, “You can’t just give him the whole thing,” she said, taking it from Jamie and tearing it into smaller-than-bite-sized pieces. “Uh, Laurie,” Danny said, looking from Lauren to Jamie, hinting with his eyes. “Oh! What am I thinking. Sorry,” she blushed. Becky watched the exchange with a curious smile. Danny sat down next to Becky. “I called Mom and told her not to come.” “And?” “And she said didn’t plan on it.” Becky sighed. “I don’t want to see her, but I hate to think of her all by herself.” What, Jamie thought, the other fascists banned her from their meetings? Danny cast his eyes down for a second and then took Becky’s hand. “You did the right thing for you and for Jamie and for Amanda. That’s the important thing, right?” “Right.” She patted Danny’s hand and smiled. “Hey!” Jamie’s ears perked up at Amanda’s. “Ooh, donuts!” He twisted around in his chair to see Amanda and Mel helping themselves. “Bikini season is over; go nuts.” “Go donuts,” Jamie said with an idiotic smile on his face. Lamest person ever, Jamie thought, that’s you. Fortunately it didn’t seem anyone heard him. “Hey, Jamie. Remember me,” Donna said, stepping out from behind Mel and Amanda. “Hi, Donna. Good to see you again.” “I heard you were feeling sick,” she said in a voice not quite normal and not quite babyish. “But you must be feeling better because you got a donut! Do you like donuts?” “Hey, Danny,” Jamie said, “Are these little donuts?” “Yeah. Why?” “I’m gonna need another, pretty much right away.” “I got your back. We’re dudes.” Lauren had brought a chair for Amanda; Mel and Donna spread out a blanket in from of their chairs. Jamie wondered if he should or not. It wouldn’t be very nice to Donna. But Mel would like it. Maybe he could make it up to Donna later. Though it was a little shameless. “I’ll share my chair with you, Mel.” “You will? That’s so sweet of you. I can’t say no to that,” she said, turning to mouth ‘sorry’ to Donna. She picked Jamie up and sat down in his place, then set him in her lap. He leaned back into her as the announcer on the reviewing stand welcome them to the annual Founder’s Day parade and fair. The first float was from a grade school, and parents and teachers and kids walked by tossing out candy. Despite himself, seeing a roving gang of young children made Jamie nervous. They were followed by the high school marching band; a car dealership; a real estate agency; more schools; another band; a dance company; a group of older gentlemen and one woman intent on keeping the bagpipe alive in our modern world; a martial arts studio that was running out of wood to break as they reached almost the end of the route; more car dealers; a competing real estate agency; giant men in fezzes driving comically tiny cars, except there were the perfect size for a little to drive; giant men in a classic car club riding in what Jamie guessed were classic cars; what looked like a scout troop, including one mounted scout riding a gigantic horse, followed by a sweaty scout master wheeling a gigantic trash can and shovel; a veterans group; police on motorcycle, and a titanic-sized fire engine that blew its horn and set half the littles and young kids crying. When it was over, everyone stood up and started folding away their chairs and blankets and detritus. Jamie yawned and stretched his arms. “Ya tired, Jamester?” “Nah,” he lied. “Just need to get up and walk around a bit.” Mel set him on his feet and the group started walking toward the park, stopping to put things back in their cars. When they reached the park it looked transformed. The big space was filled with tents side by side filled with vendors art and crafts and clothes and holiday decorations. “Same stuff every year,” Becky said. “They’ve had that spot for as long as I can remember,” Amanda replied, pointing toward a booth right next to the crosswalk selling leather goods. “That’s what I like about it. Tradition.” They walked into the first aisle, and Jamie discovered they weren’t just casually passing through to see what there was, but were instead looking through each booth. Danny looked as bored as he did. “Ya wanna get out of here,” he asked. “Yeah,” “Hey, Beck, how about I take Jamie to find some guy stuff to do?” “Ok by me. Jamie,” Becky asked. “Sounds like fun.” “Alright. Watch him like a hawk, Daniel Allen.” Big sister meant it. Lauren giggled. “Ya know, Dan, if he goes you might actually have to change a diaper for once in your life.” “Hardy har har. Let’s go, Jamie. We can cruise chicks and hit up the hatchet throwing booth,” he said, taking the stroller from Amanda. They backtracked to the sidewalk that ran past the length of the tennis courts near where they came in. To the left was a sea of people. They started to work their way into it. Danny had a firm grip on Jamie’s hand. “Would you feel better if I rode in the stroller,” Jamie shouted. Danny nodded and lifted him in. The crowd parted more easily. This was apparently the food boulevard, set along both sides of the main sidewalk through the park. Typic fair fare. “Do you smell that, Jamie?” “What? Heart disease?” “And I suppose you’re too good for a little heart disease?” “No, just pacing myself. It’s still early.” They came out of pike, and to Jamie’s familiar playground. The last time he’d been here he’d cause a diplomatic row with one of those barbarian countries, or at least that’s how he thought of them, not that he’d ever applied the term to anyone or any place back home. He had more sympathy for cannibals in far flung jungles than for people who tortured and mutilated littles. “This is the do-gooder section,” Danny informed him, able to speak in a regular tone again. They walked past various charities with their booths set up, well-meaning people handing out flyers and information. Jamie talked to each one. He was naturally interested, and since he didn’t watch or read news it was also the first time he heard about some of the issues going on in his area. Of course, he couldn’t contribute anything but a thank you, though that seemed to be much more valuable to these people than any donation. He did, though, take a flyer from each one and stash it behind him in his stroller. At the end of the section was a pet adoption booth with animals in kennels on the ground looking pathetic, or at least as pathetic as a bear can look. “You want to check them out,” Danny asked. “Sure,” Jamie answered. He didn’t want to seem afraid in front of Daniel, which he knew was silly, but he felt that way just the same. They slowly made their way around the circle of pens. A tall woman in a gaudy living-things-love-me-and-I-love-them outfit stopped them. “You looking for a puppy for your son?” “No. And actually he’s just my nephew. He’s a recent arrival, so this is still pretty new to him.” “Oh. Does he want to maybe see one?” “I don’t know. Jamie, do you?” “Uh, sure.” There was a cage between him and them. Jamie got out of his stroller, and the three of them went through a gate into the center of the circle. They followed the woman to one of the cages where a small, by bear standards, black and white was. Danny and the woman got down on their knees next to Jamie, each with a hand on his back, and showed him it was safe by putting their palms on the cage. “See,” the woman said as the dog licked her palm, “she’s very gentle.” Jamie put his palm up to the cage slowly. He laughed when it licked him. “It tickles.” “What’s her name,” Daniel asked. “Muffin.” “That’s good,” Jamie said, “Because, ya know, she looks like a muffin.” “You want to let her out?” “Uh, no, I think that’s okay. She seems so happy … in there … doing her thing … in there.” “Then do you want to meet another?” “Sure.” They moved on to the next cage. Jamie put his hand to the bars, and the dog didn’t stir. This one actually looked content to be where it was. Jamie felt a heavy thump on this butt. “Hey! What was that for,” Jamie ask indignantly. “Oh, Bruno! How do you keep getting out,” the woman asked with exasperation. Jamie heard a long sniff and turned slightly to see Bruno with his snout an inch from Jamie’s butt. Jamie turned around and sat back. He could feel the bear’s breath from two feet away. “Now that’s a dog,” Daniel said excitedly. Judging by the size of the open cage, Bruno was the biggest one they had. Jamie felt himself sweating and his heart rate accelerate. The woman noticed. “It’s okay; he’s safe. He’s very gentle with littles. See?” She gently took Jamie’s hand and pull it closer to Bruno’s snout. Jamie was shaking. Bruno sniffed Jamie’s hand and exhaled with a blow that made Jamie pull his hand back. “Do you want to ride him?” Jamie reacted appropriately to the inquiry. “No!” “C’mon, Jamie. It’ll help you get over your fear of dogs.” “This one, too,” the woman asked. “So strange.” “I’m right here, and Bruno looks like a pussycat to me. Do you trust me,” Danny asked with his hand out. “You? Sure. Bears? Not so much.” “Honey,” the woman said, “This is a doggy.” “You’re a doggy,” Jamie said. I don’t even know what that means, he thought. “No, see,” she said, petting Bruno, “This is a doggy. A nice doggy.” “It’s alright, Jamester. Promise.” Daniel started to pick Jamie up. Jamie’s instinct to get away from the giant and the bear was locked in a struggle with his instinct to seem cool in front of Danny. He resisted only verbally. “Nah, really I’m good,” as Danny got his hands under Jamie’s arms. “Seriously, I’d rather not.” His feet were off the ground. “I said no.” Bruno was underneath him. “No means no! No means no!” I am sitting on a bear, Jamie said to himself. Maybe they have some prehistoric bulls I can run with or a megalodon to use as a bath toy. “See,” the woman said, “He doesn’t mind at all.” Jamie gave her the dirtiest look he could muster. “Interesting, that him minding seems to be your major concern. Daniel Allen, please get me down.” Daniel realized what a mistake he’d made and hurriedly complied. “Uh, thank you, miss. I think we’ve seen all we need to.” Jamie was already walking toward the gate. Daniel caught up with him. “Sorry. I didn’t realize how strongly you felt about it.” “It’s not about the bear.” “Sorry … you, uh, wanna get a beer?” “I can do that?” “Well, if you don’t tell, I won’t.” Daniel got a beer an extra cup for “water,” and the two of them sat at an empty picnic table. “I didn’t … sorry.” “You said that. Look …” Jamie still hadn’t figured out a way to say this to folks without getting angry or hurting their feelings or both. He wanted to empower people to feel confident they could interact with him person-to-person, not frighten or guilt them into treating him with kid gloves. “We can talk about it some other time.” Jamie took a drink and immediately felt tipsy. He hadn’t touched a drop since before his departure, almost half a year ago, and big beer, he could tell, had a lot more alcohol in it. “Wow,” he coughed. “That’ll put hair back on your chest.” It only took a few minutes for Jamie’s tongue to loosen. “So,” he said, “When are you gonna tell everyone Aunt Lauren is pregnant?” Daniel did a double take and unconvincingly tried to deflect. “What? She’s not … you know … your beer is, is what that question is.” Jamie ticked off on his finger, “She was emotional two weeks ago. She was emotional this morning. She was treating me like an infant. And despite her effort to hide it, she has an acne breakout on her left cheek. Hormones, hormones, baby fever, and hormones.” “I haven’t seen any acne.” “Well, your face wasn’t right here,” Jamie said, indicating with his hand how close she’d held him that morning. “You’re not gonna say anything to Becky or Amanda, right? We’re not ready to say anything yet.” “None of my business. I won’t tell anyone.” “Thank you.” “How long is a pregnancy anyway?” “18 months.” “Oh, well, I guess that give you time to paint and everything.” Daniel waved. Jamie turned around to see Amanda, Mel and Donna standing in line. They waved back. “Better finish that.” Jamie polished off the last couple swallows, and Daniel placed the cup under the table. He grinned at Jamie. “So, you got a thing for Mel.” “Yeah, a little.” “Well, you’re not alone. But nothing can come of it, you know?” “I know,” Jamie sighed. “I like her company, though, and I think she likes mine. And a little harmless physical affection …” “I get it. Not so much Donna though?” “She’s just a bit overbearing. She means well, but, well, I guess it’s obvious.” His body was absorbing more of the alcohol. He missed this feeling. No as good as those cookies but pretty damn close. “Yeah. You could say that. Here they are.” He stood up. “Hey, we saved you seats.” Donna managed to sit next to Jamie, with Amanda on the other side and Mel next to Donna. “You guys having fun,” Amanda asked. “Yeah. Uh, what did we do? Oh! We hit on those single moms who thought I was a single dad. Always a treat, right, Jamester?” Amanda was about to laugh, and then Jamie joined in. “Oh yeah, just like old times for me,” Jamie played along. He saw Amanda’s face narrow. “Uh oh.” Too late, a little voice in his head said, she’s seen you! Quietly enough not to be head but loud enough to make it clearly to Daniel how pissed she was, Amanda leaned across the table and said, “You gave him beer!?!” “What,” Daniel tried to play it off. “That’s … that’s my beer.” “Then why is it on his breath!” Amanda said, the sentence coming out as a single word. “Oh my god!” Donna jumped up, smacked her knee on the table, fell back to her seat, and jumped up again. “We have to go to the hospital! We need to call poison control! He’ll need a liver test! What it he’s already addicted!” Daniel looked at her like he was watching a parody of a farce. Mel put her hand on Donna’s shoulder and pulled her back down. Amanda told her to shut up. Jamie wasn’t feeling much pain and leaned across the table. “You know, Danny, I don’t think … we didn’t think this through … very, not very well. “He’s drunk!” Amanda stage-shouted. Mel kept one hand on Donna’s shoulder and kept her face in the other, laughing so hard she was crying. “Manda, big sis, I’ve been drunk before and this is ... is … you got a point, is what you have.” “I didn’t think he was such a lightweight,” Danny said before Amanda cut him off. “Daniel Allen! He’s five-and-a-half-feet tall!” “Ha!” Jamie honked. “That’s the third time someone’s called you by both names today.” “Mom is gonna kill you. If Aunt Laurie doesn’t first.” Yeah, you never wanna piss off a pregnant wife this bad, Jamie thought, not drunk enough to say it out loud. Amanda picked Jamie up. “And his shorts are wet!” “Well, sure,” Jamie said, “Happens sometimes to everybody sometimes when they’ve had a few too many sometimes.” He snorted at his own joke. Mel still hadn’t said a word, but squeals of laughter were escaping around her palm. Donna was on the verge of hyperventilating. Amanda sighed. “Mel, can you go get Jamie a soda and some little peppermint ice cream. And maybe a paper bag for Donna. Mom and Laurie were looking at some lawn ornaments or something. Maybe we can hide this.” “Woah,” Donna righteously but at least not loudly said, “I’m not okay with that. Your mom needs to know!” “Hey Donna,” Jamie said with a smoother voice than he could ever manage sober, “If you promise not to say anything, you can change my diaper and feed me that ice cream.” “Okay!” Amanda rolled her eyes so hard the springs almost broke. Mel went on her errand. “Well, Daniel, now would be the time to offer him some smokes and a hooker.” “I don’t smoke,” Jamie answered, cracking himself up. Amanda sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Daniel, go find Mom and Aunt Laurie and stall them or something.” She handed Donna the diaper bag from under the stroller and Jamie from her hip. “Less than five minutes, please. There’s a change of clothes in there. his shirt, too, not just his shorts.” The line at the bathroom being quite long, Donna headed for a shade tree. Jamie wasn’t feel especially inhibited. Whether trying to help the situation or wanting to show how good she was at it, she kept it short but managed to get in a tummy raspberry, which Jamie found unusually hilarious even as the buzz was wearing off. “Good as new,” Donna reported when she brought him back. Mel was already back, having cut the line by declaring it an ice cream emergency. Donna held the cup up, and Jamie took a long couple pulls on the caffeine. Donna prepared a spoonful of ice cream. “Here comes the airplane …” My god, she’s a piece of work, Jamie, Amanda, and Mel simultaneously thought. “Donna! Tick tock. Just cover the smell, please.” Donna grimaced but did as she was told, making sure Jamie got plenty around his mouth, and Jamie helped out by rubbing it along his gums with his tongue. “Sorry, Manda,” he said. “Did you know how strong the beer was?” “Well, I figured it out after a few swallows.” “So you’re not 100% blameless but for your sake and Daniel’s sake we’re gonna pretend you are. But if this ever happens again you will sleep standing in the corner, buster. For a month.” “Argh,” Jamie said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Brain freeze? Well, that’s your punishment.” “All done,” Donna announced like she was now having a great time. “Thank you.” Jamie started to get drowsy. Mel saw him wobble a bit. “Maybe mixing little food and alcohol wasn’t the best idea.” “It’s perfect. If Mom asks why he’s being goofy we can blame the ice cream,” she responded. “But a nap is a good idea anyway. Best if you’re asleep when they find us.” She adjusted the stroller for him to lay flat, laid him in, and pulled the canopy over him. “Hey, Manda?” “What?” “A lot of drama happens at this park.” That was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Amanda, who couldn’t help laughing. She kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll wake you up in an hour.”

Infintalism, along with nearly every other fetish/lifestyle in the world has not been proven or disproven to be connected to genetics. From this point on people are going to state their own opinions or what doctors "believe" and so forth, but the bottom line is nothing has been proven. And also, being a bedwetter is deffinently NOT the only way to become involved in the ABDL community. -Sophie